ter and heiress of Philip, earl of Pembroke, by whom he had only one daughter, who married Thomas, earl of Pomfret, and is now known as the distinguished correspondent of the duchess of Somerset. The title of Jeffreys became extinct in 1703.5 He was characterized at the time of his death as a person of very good parts"; and has been considered as the author of

"Lord Jeffreys' Argument in the Case of Monopolies," 1689.7

His name is prefixed to the satirical

"Translation of an Elegy in Latin Verse, by Dr. Bentley, on the Death of the Duke of Gloucester;" and to the following fable, versified from Æsop, and politically applied, with much force and terseness:

"In Æsop's tales an honest wretch we find,
Whose years and comforts equally declin'd;
He in two wives had two domestick ills,
For different age they had, and different wills:
One pluckt his black hairs out, and one his grey;
The man for quietness did both obey,

Till all his parish saw his head quite bare,
And thought he wanted brains as well as hair.

5 Bolton's Peerage, p. 156.

6 Annals of Queen Anne's Reign, p. 231. See Malone's Dry

den, as to the story of his attending that poet's funeral.

7 Bibl. Westiana, No. 954. The late Mr. Isaac Reed conjectured, that this pamphlet might have been his father's.

State Poems, vol. iii. p. 580.

LUCY,

MARCHIONESS OF WHARTON,

[DAUGHTER of Adam Loftus, baron Lisburne, in Ireland, second wife to Thomas, marquis of Wharton, and mother to Philip, duke of Wharton. 2 According to sir William Musgrave's register in his manuscript obituary, deposited in the British Museum, this lady died in 1706; but according to a note taken from his Adversaria, in 1716. She was thus celebrated as a toast by the kit-cat club, in 1698:

When Jove to Ida did the gods invite,
And in immortal toastings pass'd the night,
With more than bowls of nectar they were blest,
For Venus was the Wharton of the feast.

The following neat verses are assigned to this lady in Nichols's Miscellany Poems, and had been printed with the duke of Wharton's poetical works:

"TO CUPID.

"Spite of thy godhead, powerful love!

I will my torments hide;

For what avails, if life must prove

A sacrifice to pride?

2 Nichols's Collection, vol. v. p. 10.

"Pride! thou 'rt become my goddess now,

To thee I'll altars rear;

To thee, each morning pay my vow,
And offer every tear.

"But, oh! should my Philander frown, Once take your injur'd part;

I soon should cast that idol down,

And offer him my heart."]