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one of another kind. I thank you also for your diligence in the affair that is now in execution. Every thing has succeeded hitherto as well as can be desired. I waited on the Archdeacon (Dr. Rye) * on Tuesday: he asked me several questions in Divinity, and (blessed be the great Giver of wisdom) I was not at a loss for an answer to any of them; no, not for Latin words to express myself in. As soon as ever I came from the Doctor, there met me at my lodgings a letter from the Bishop of Peterborough†; wherein my Lord informed me, that he had sent inclosed a Letter Dimissory to the Bishop of Oxford ‡. I immediately carried the inclosed to Dr. Rye, that he might convey it to my Lord at Cuddsdon. The Doctor opened it, and read it to me; the contents were, that his Lordship approved of my age, testimonium, and title; and desired the favour of the Bp. of Oxford to admit me to be a Deacon of the Church of England, if he should find me qualified for that order. The Doctor was very well satisfied with every thing, and told me I had nothing to do but to get another testimonium from College, for the satisfaction of the Bishop, who, he said, would insist upon that. This will be no hard matter to get, only it will cost me another half-crown. I quite forgot the money, that constant desideratum in omnibus. I will ask again for my Caution; and, if I should be refused, I do not question but I shall be able to borrow. I do not know what I want further, besides a plentiful effusion of the blessed Spirit. You have done (you say, Sir,) your part; and I thankfully acknowledge it to be true. Only let my Father which is in Heaven do his part; I mean, let him give me the Holy Ghost,' not many days hence so will I serve Him and His Church all the days of my life. Your orders about a licence shall be obeyed; I will not, unless I am compelled, (as I suppose I shall not) take one.

"I had the honour, and indeed I may say the happiness, last week, of waiting on Lady Cox. Her Ladyship stayed in town a week, and was pleased to permit me to visit her every day;—nay, she and her two sisters condescended to walk the streets with me, and to be conducted by me thrice to Lincoln Chapel. She put me in mind of St. John's Elect Lady. You would not know her to be a Lady by any thing but her liberality. Oh! that as I have seen, so I may imitate her ineek and lowly spirit! her deadness to the world! and her great heavenly-mindedness! How amiable are thy children, thou Lord of Hosts! My soul hath a desire and longing to enter in among thy chosen ones! Yea, my heart and my flesh rejoice in expectation of that blessed day; when, freed from mortality, and purged from corruption, I shall be gathered to an innumerable company of just men made perfect. Wonderful! before I write again, to think that I shall be ordained and constituted a servant of the most high God to minister in the most holy things. Xero; Bondal μ& tỷ veotali." * George Rye, Fellow of Oriel College, Oxford; M. A. 1703; B. D. 1713; D. D. 1715; Archdeacon of Oxford 1724; Regius Professor of Divinity 1737. He died in July 1741.

+ Dr. Robert Clavering.

Dr. John Potter.

"Pray

"Pray give my duty to my mother, and to my kind kinsfolk at Weston; my love to my brothers and sisters. My humble service to all that enquire after me; and beg of them to pray earnestly for your dutiful son, J. HERVEY."

Rev. JAMES HERVEY to Dr. JAMES STONHOUSE *. "MY DEAR FRIEND, [Undated.] "I have read Mr. Jortint. He aggravates features; misrepresents his opponents; and, in my opinion, mistakes the meaning, diminishes the blessing of Gospel-salvation. On such points controversy, unless it be conducted by minds free from prejudice (and where are these to be found?) is endless. I shall only wish for him, wish for myself, and for all whom it may concern — that we may always find in our breasts a will free to good; when we are provoked to passion, a will free to exercise meekness; when we are instigated to resentment, a will free to love our bitterest enemy; when we are disappointed in our designs and afflicted in our persons, a will free to acquiesce with complacency and thankfulness. Such a will to all this, as we have to gratify our appetite, to obtain success in our schemes, and enjoy favour with our friends. Where this is found, there is liberty, the liberty of righteousness.' For my part, I have no hope to obtain it, but only in the manner which David prescribes, O give me the comfort of thy help, and stablish me with thy free spirit! My very respectful and affectionate compliments attend Dr. Cotton. I wish him much of that amiable and delightful Religion, which is not meat and drink, but righteousness, and peace, and joy in the Holy Ghost. Beg of him, at some leisure moment, to translate for me these lines from Virgil, Æn. xii. 57:

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'Et nos tela, pater, ferrumque haud debile dextrâ Spargimus, et nostro sequitur de vulnere sanguis :' accommodating them to the purpose for which they are quoted in the beginning of my Eighth Dialogue. Ever yours, J. H." "MY DEAR FRIEND, [Undated.]

"As to the matter of defending me, I think, Non est tanti. I am ten thousand times more for your conversing like a Christian on every occasion. Take all proper opportunities of glorifying your Divine Master, and spreading abroad the savour of his blessed name. It would bring dignity to your character, I am persuaded, and would command reverence even from gainsayers, if you were sometimes to make a frank declaration on this head, and act accordingly. Do not scruple to bid your patients seek to God for a blessing when they are recovered; remind them of their obligations to the Almighty Physician; they are restored to health, not for the poor purposes of eating and drinking a little more, but to acquaint themselves with CHRIST JESUS, to prepare for eternity, and make their salvation sure. This would be truly

At that time a most worthy and excellent Physician at Northampton, and afterwards a Baronet. See the "Literary Anecdotes," vol. IX. p. 566. ↑ Probably his " Remarks on Ecclesiastical History.”

graceful;

graceful; might do much good; and should any one find fault with this practice, he must not pretend to the piety of a Christian, he has not the Religion of an Heathen; such an one should remember the conduct, and consider the sentiments, of your brother lapis. "Non hæc humanis opibus, aut Arte magistrâ

Proveniunt; neque te, Ænea, mea dextera servat: Major agit Deus, atque opera ad majora remittit. Virgil, En. xii. 427. "This is no mortal work, no cure of mine, Nor art's effect, but done by hands divine: "Tis God Æneas to the battle sends,

'Tis God preserves his life for greater ends.'

"Thanks for your advice about what I recommended to your consideration: and about my own health. GOD has been better to me than my apprehensive heart expected. O! that, so long as I have breath, it may be employed to his honour; who forgiveth all our sins, and healeth all our infirmities; and, when he heals them not, will make them a blessing.

"Do, my dearest Friend, persist, in a prudent way, to bear your testimony for a Master, who has bought you with his very life, and intends to make you partaker of his everlasting kingdom. If this does you or yours any real harm, reproach me with it, when we shall both stand in the presence of the whole world, and before the tribunal of our Judge.-Losing blood agreed with me; gave me spirits; and, I hope, will do me good. J. HERVEY."

*The following Epitaph is inscribed upon a large slab of plain black marble, in the Chancel of the Church of Buxted in Sussex, near the reliques of the celebrated Dr. WOTTON*; whose daughter was "Anne, the wife of Mild William Clarke †," the Father and Mother of the worthy character recorded in this epitaph: "Hic conditur

Prope relliquias .avi . sui. celeberrimi. G. WOTTON, D. D.
Quod superest
EDVARDI CLARKE, A. M.

Collegii. Sanci. Johannis. apud . Cantabrigienses
Olim . Socii

Et. Parochiæ hujusce. per. multos annos. Rectoris
Natus. anno. Salutis. MDCCXXX, decessit MDCCLXXXVI.

Nata.

Sub eodem quoque marmore

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Sepulta est. ANNA. amantissima ejus. uxor

Lecti prius nunc. Tumuli. Consors

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• MDCCXXXVII. nupta. MDCCLXIII. obiit. MDCCCII.

Patri. Matrique.
H.M.S.P.

Liberi. superstites.

Ponendum curaverunt.

* Of whom see "Literary Anecdotes," IV. 253, 368. +Ib. 363. Ib. 382. § Rev. James Stanier Clarke, and the Edw. Dan. Clarke; ib. 387. 889.

ADDITIONS AND CORRECTIONS.

P. 59. " Bp. Warburton, when in 1764 he mentions forty years ago,' speaks in round numbers. He was presented by the Duke of Newcastle to the Rectory of Firsby on the death of Mr. Thomas Heron; who, as appears from the Registers of that parish, was buried in 1730. The name of no other Rector can be found in those Registers till 1754; when William Warburton, D. D. Rector,' together with the Curate's, and Churchwardens' names for the time being, are all fairly written on a blank leaf in the beginning of a Register-book." R. S.-Dr. Warburton resigned Firsby in 1756.

Ibid. A singular coincidence of circumstances attended the death of Dr. Stukeley, in March 1765. Mr. Harris, the Lecturer of St. George, had just deceased; in consequence of which an election was appointed. The candidates were, Mr. Hallingbury, of the Charter-house, and Mr. Floyd. The latter had a majority of one vote till Mr. Serjeant Eyre arrived from his house in Queen-square, whence he was brought in a chaise, in consequence of previous indisposition. Mr. Eyre's vote given, the candidates had equal numbers. Thus situated, Dr. Stukeley exercised his right of voting a second time, as Rector of the parish, which he gave to Mr. Hollingbury, who was immediately declared duly elected. All this was in the commer course of events. But mark the catastrophe of an gcclesiastical contested election: the Rector caught a violent cold in the vestry room, that terminated in a paralytic stroke, and that in his death, aged upwards of 78. The Serjeant fell in the same room, exhausted by illness, was carried home, and exhausted in a few days afterwards.

P. 112, ncte, r." John Law, esq.".

P. 193. The Volume of Poems published by Concanen contains several articles very creditable to a young man. In 1721, in the Prologue to his Comedy of Wexford Wells," he apologizes for "an unpractis'd Muse,

Who boldly soars on wings of Fame, and sings

Ere twenty summers yet have fledg'd his wings."

He wrote A Pastoral on the death of Thomas the first Lord Southwell who died Aug. 4, 1720;" and, in "A Survey of the Court characterized the leading Beauties and Statesmen of Ireand the Vice-royalty of the Duke of Grafton.

The Match at Foot-ball," a mock-heroic in Three Cantos, is a pleasing description of that athletic exercise, between six young men of Lusk against six from Sands, two townships about seven miles to the North of Dublin.

One Poem I transcribe, as the greater part of the opinions must be allowed to be perfectly correct; and it is the rather selected from the just compliment he pays in it to SWIFT and POPE. "Letter to a CRITICK, in Vindication of the MODERN POETS. How oft, my Friend, hast thou with grief unfeign'd Of the vast dearth of modern Wit complain'd!

Against

Against the Learning of our age exclaim'd;
Revil'd our Poets, and their Works defam'd!
Run o'er with rapture Virgil's sacred page;
And swell'd with transport at old Homer's rage!
Unmindful that our times can Writers show,
Whose breasts with ardour, scarce inferior, glow.
To you its date best recommends the Writ,
And ev'ry thing that 's antient must be Wit.
Three hundred years set Chaucer's fame to rights;
And Spenser only for his age delights;
Fletcher, because long dead, in Fame survives,
While Vanbrugh's greatest fault is, that he lives.
Such is the prejudice which Mankind sways,
Ev'n these have had their Criticks in their days;
For hell-born Envy, with malignant care,
Still blasts the praises which she cannot share,
The haggard fiend the living Bard pursues,
Exerts the spoiler, and infests the Muse;
Rescued by Fate, Fame rises from the tomb,
And only then the bays begin to bloom.
Since all allow the dead their shares in fame,
Then hear me triumph in the living's name.
Throw off the Critick, to put on the Friend,
And pardon what your judgment can't commend.
Too well I know the hazards which I run,
And see the perils I neglect to shun.
Full of my theme, I dare infringe your laws,
And merit censure while I give applause.

When Southern melts in unaffected strains,
What soft confusion in our bosom reigns!
Reason in vain forbids our eyes to flow,
And feign'd distress gives undissembled woe.
Congreve, her darling, ev'ry Muse design'd,
Congreve to no one excellence confin'd,
Equally great in all-in him conspire
Your Ovid's softness, and your Pindar's fire:
In his gay scenes the comic spirit shines,
And all the Graces revel in his lines :
When he with nobler pride the buskin wears,
He moves our wonder, and commands our tears.
Great and unmatch'd is laurel'd Eusden's praise,
At once to merit and adorn the bays;
Like some smooth riv'let flows his charming strain,
Which neither rocks disturb, nor floods detain:
Such depth and clearness in his verses meet,
Strong as the stream, and as its murmurs sweet.

With pleasing notes the woods and valleys ring
If Pope's harmonious hand but touch the string;
His gentle numbers charm the ravish'd plains,
While still attention holds the wond'ring swains.

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