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, Æn. 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. Collegii. Sanci. Johannis. apud. Cantabrigienses Et. Parochiæ hujusce. per. multos. annos. Rectoris Sub. eodem. quoque. marmore Sepulta est. ANNA amantissima ejus. uxor Lecti prius nunc. Tumuli. Consors Nata. MDCCXXXVII. nupta. MDCCLXIII. obiit. MDCCCII. Patri. Matrique. 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. 289. ORRECTIO 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. Hollingbury, 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 common course of events. But mark the catastrophe of an ecclesiastical 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, note, 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 Ireland in 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; When Southern melts in unaffected strains, When he with nobler pride the buskin wears, As when the birds of ev'ry tuneful kind, To him the Classics all their art have shewn, He knows their methods to pursue their race, B'liev'd nought beyond their sires' short-sighted ken; So many charms in Granville's Muse appear, There Young arrests the Muse, and claims her praise From the vast grandeur of his tow'ring lays; In him no abject words, expressions mean, Or grov'ling thoughts, debase the labour'd scene; Him Heaven ordain'd the boast of Britain's Isle, Prop of her Stage, and standard of her style; With pleasing force he boldly strikes the heart, And adds to strength and nature grace and art. Soft Philips next, who to his artful song Tunes the gay gambols of the rustic throng, Our lyre ennobles, and exalts our scene, With the great names of Sappho and Racine; Reflects their beauties like a flatt'ring glass, And shews ev'n Strada fairer than he was: The tuneful hand can all our senses charm, With tempests please, with frozen billows warm. Fain would I rove through Steele's instructive page, Admire the Bard, and venerate the Sage; Sewel's unbounded excellence display, Or trace the pleasing elegance of Gay; Their artless musick warble through the sprays, And in divine confusion mix their lays : The note still chang'd, our raptur'd sense confounds With mingling melody, and blending sounds; While none its single excellence can boast, But in the gen'ral harmony is lost. Such are his works, and such is ev'ry song The grateful Muse to Swift exulting flies, Grov'ling Grov'ling on earth she lay unfledg'd before, Nor are these all-unnumber'd lights appear, As when the clouded mantle of the Night, P. 199, note, 1. 1. r. "1728-9.” P. 263. Hawley Bishop, esq. the "other kind labourer in the vineyard," is enumerated by Mr. Theobald in his Preface among his generous assistants. He probably died about that period; as did another of his friends, Edward Roome, esq. See p. 326. P.669. The following pathetic lines, on the death of the younger Dr. Lettsom, were written by the Rev. Thomas Maurice. “On virtuous LETTSOM, in his manly bloom, While kindred love and friendship round his tomb, Ah! what avails above the vulgar throng, The bubble bursts, and life's gay dream is o'er. And still of toiling want the stedfast friend, He passed his transient day-admir'd-belov'd; ALL prais'd him living-ALL bemoan his end. From Heaven's high throne the Almighty Sire look'd down, He saw him ripe for an immortal crown, And bade his soul quit Earth for PARADISE." P. 683. 1. 34. r. Elysian Fields; though, &c.-Dr. Lettsom's pleasing Letter of invitation, to a Sermon for the Royal Humane Society, and a dinner at his Camberwell Villa, was thus answered: Leicester, Sept. 7, 1795. "DEAR DOCTOR, "After three or four days hard fatigue in the exploring of Antiquarian Mines, on returning to Leicester through perilous roads at one in the morning, I find a large packet of letters, many of them from those I esteem-particularly one which I read with singular pleasure, from the man who unites the two qualities for which Dr. Johnson commended Dr. James and Mr. Garrick- from him who lengthens, and him who gladdens life. -Yes, my good Doctor, I will certainly meet you at Philippi; |