lord-high-chancellor of England', which he held also in the reign of George the second. But sinking into a paralytic disease, under the labour and fatigues of this weighty place, he resigned it Nov. 1733, and died July 22. 1734, aged sixty-five; a steady friend to true religion and liberty.

From his lordship's abstruse theological writings, there is little chance of making an acceptable selection. His speech was a mere official congratulation. On the casual authority therefore of a correspondent in the Gentleman's Magazine, the following punning lines are given as a bagatelle of the lordchancellor :

7 Lord King took for his motto, "Labor ipse Voluptas," "Labour itself is pleasure." A friend of his thus turned it into

verse:

'Tis not the splendour of the place,

The gilded coach, the purse, the mace,
Not all the pompous train of state,
The crowds that at your levee wait,
That make you happy, make you great.
But whilst mankind you strive to bless,
With all the talents you possess,
Whilst the chief pleasure you receive,
Comes from the pleasure which you give,
This takes the heart, and conquers spite,
And makes the heavy burden light;

For pleasure rightly understood

Is only labour to be good.

Ut sup. But at p. 281. it is ascribed to Daniel Way, or

Wray.

M 4

"TO THE MEMORY OF SPONG, A CARPENTER, IN THE CHURCHYARD OF OCKHAM, SURRY.

"Who many a sturdy oak had laid along,

Fell'd by death's surer hatchet, here lies Spong.
Posts oft he made, yet ne'er a place could get,
And liv'd by railing, though he was no wit.
Old saws he had, although no antiquarian;
And stiles corrected, yet was no grammarian.
Long liv'd he Ockham's premier-architect,
And lasting as his fame a tomb t' erect.
In vain we seek an artist such as he,
Whose pales and gates were for eternity!

So here he rests from all life's toils and follies,

O spare awhile, kind Heav'n, his fellow-labourer Hollis."9]

9 A bricklayer employed by the family of lord King. The above epitaph is printed in Webb's Collection, vol. ii. but without any reference to its author.

GEORGE GRANVILLE,

LORD LANSDOWN,

IMITATED Waller'; but as that poet has been much excelled since, a faint copy of a faint master must strike still less. It was fortunate for his lordship, that in an age when persecution raged so fiercely against lukewarm authors, he had an intimacy with the inquisitor-general: how else would such lines as these have escaped the Bathos?

"When thy gods

Enlighten thee to speak their dark decrees." 3

2 [And wished to be regarded as his poetical successor. Witness his lordship's Preface: " As these poems seem to begin where Mr. Waller left off, though far unequal and short of so inimitable an original; they may, however, be permitted to remain to posterity, as a faithful register of the reigning beauties in the succeeding age."

"Heroic Love," scene i. [Yet Dryden thus complimented him on this his "excellent tragedy:"

"Auspicious poet, wert thou not my friend,
How could I envy what I must commend!

But since 'tis Nature's law in love and wit,

That youth should reign, and withering age submit,

With less regret those laurels I resign,

Which dying on my brows, revive on thine."}