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of my personal knowledge, and in composing this cordial tribute to a man, whose history is so universally interesting, my chief ambition has been to deserve the approbation of his pure Spirit, who appeared to me on earth among the most amiable of carthly friends, and whom I cherish a lively hope of beholding in a state of happier existence, with the Spirit of "just men made perfect." Pardon me, thou tenderest of mortals! if I have praised thee with a warmth of affection, that might appear to thy diffident nature to border on excess: I am not conscious, that I have, in the slightest particular, over-stepped the modesty of truth, but lest expressions of my own should have a more questionable shape, I will close this imperfect, though affectionate Memorial, by applying to thee those tender, and beautiful Verses, which Cowley, (one of thy favourite Poets!) addressed to a poetical brother, in all points perhaps, and assuredly in genius, by many degrees, thy inferior.

Long did the Muses banish'd slaves abide,

Aud built vain pyramids to mortal pride:

Like Moses, thou (tho' spells and charms withstand)
Hast brought them nobly home, back to their holy land.
Poet and Saint to thee are justly given ;

The two most sacred names of Earth and Heaven !

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T has been once more my lot, during the process of printing an extensive work, to lose a friend, whom I had anxiously hoped to please with a sight of my completed publication. I allude toLady Austen, whose name is justly mentioned with honour, in the Life of Cowper, as she possessed and exerted an influence so happily favourable to the genius of the Poet.-Before I began the present work, I had the pleasure, and the advantage to form a personal acquaintance with this Lady, she favoured me, in a very graceful and obliging manner, with much valuable information, and with some highly interesting materials for the history of our friend, who had sportively given her the title of Sister, and who, while their intercourse lasted, treated her with all the tenderness, and all the confidence of a Brother.

Her maiden name was Richardson; she was married very early in life to Sir Robert Austen, Baronet, and resided with him in France, where he died. Her intercourse with Cowper is already related:-In a subsequent period she was married to a native of France, Mr. De Tardif, a gentleman, and a poct, who has expressed, in many elegant French Verses, his just and deep sense of her accomplished

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accomplished endearing character. In visiting Paris with him, in the course of the last summer, she sunk under the fatigue of the excursion, and died in that city on the 12th of August, 1802.

My obligations to her kindness, induce me to terminate this brief account of a person so cordially regarded by Cowper, and so instrumental to the existence of his greatest work, with an offering of respect and gratitude, in the shape of

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Honour and Peace! ye guardians kindly just!
Fail not in duty to this hallow'd dust!

And mortals, (all, whose cultur'd spirits know
Joys, that pure faith, and heavenly verse bestow!)
Passing this tomb, its buried inmate bless!

And obligation to her powers confess,

Who, when she grac'd this earth, in Austen's name,

Wak'd, in a Poet, inspiration's flame!

Remov'd, by counsel, like the voice of spring,

Fetters of diffidence from fancy's wing,

Sent the freed Eagle in the sun to bask,

And from the mind of Cowper-call'd the Task!

I close my Work with these Verses, from a persuasion, that

I can pay no tribute to the memory of Cowper more truly accept

able to his tender spirit, than praise sincerely bestowed on the objects of his affection.

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On his presenting me with an Antique Bust of Homer.

KINSMAN belov'd, and as a Son by me!

When I behold this fruit of thy regard,

The sculptur'd form of my old fav'rite Bard! I rev'rence feel for him, and love for thee.

Joy too, and grief! much joy, that there should be

Wise men, and learn'd, who grudge not to reward With some applause my bold attempt, and hard, Which others scorn. Critics by courtesy !

The grief is this, that sunk in Homer's mine

I lose my precious years, now soon to fail! Handling his gold, which, howsoe'er it shine,

Proves dross when balanc'd in the Christian Scale!

Be wiser thou!-Like our fore-father DONNE,
Seek heavenly wealth, and work for God alone!

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