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OF Manners gentle, of Affections mild ;
In Wit, a man ; Simplicity, a Child:
With native Humour temp’ring virtuous Rage,
Form’d to delight at once and lash the age :
Above Temptation, in a low Estate,

And uncorrupted, ev'n among the Great :
A safe Companion, and an easy Friend,
Unblam'd through Life, lamented in thy End.
These are Thy Honours ! not that here thy Bust
Is mix'd with Heroes, or with Kings thy dust; 10
But that the Worthy and the Good shall say,
Striking their pensive bosoms-Here lies Gay.


Ver. 1. Of Munners gentle,] “ The eight first lines," says Johnson, “ have no grammar; the adjectives are without any

substantives, and the epithets without a subject."

It is somewhat singular that there should be an improper expression in Bishop Warburton's own epitaph. His genius and learning are called two talents, but learning is an acquirement.

Ver. 12. Here lies Gay.] i. e. in the hearts of the good and worthy.-Mr. Pope told me his conceit in this line was not generally understood. For, by peculiar ill-luck, the formulary expression which makes the beauty, misleads the reader into a sense which takes it quite away. W.

The conceit in the last line is certainly very puerile, and a false thought borrowed from Crashaw : “Entomb'd, not in this stone, but in my heart.”

Crashaw, Poems, p. 94.

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Nature and Nature's Laws lay hid in Night:
GOD said, Let Newton be! and all was Light.

say, GAY


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Ver. 1. Nature] The antithesis betwixt Mortalem and Immortalem is much unsuited to the subject; and the second English line, “God said,” &c. borders a little on the profane. The magnificent Fiat of Moses will be always striking and admired, notwithstanding the cold objections of Le Clerc and Huet.

Ver. 2. Let Newton be!] He was born on the very day on which Galileo died. When Ramsay was one day complimenting him on his discoveries in philosophy, he answered, as I read it in Spence's Anecdotes, “ Alas! I am only like a child picking up pebbles on the shore of the great ocean of truth.”

and all was Light.] It had been better- and there was Light, was more conformable to the reality of the fact, and to the allusion whereby it is celebrated. W.

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Who died in Exile at Paris, 1732, (his only Daughter

having expired in his Arms, immediately after she arrived in France to see him.)



Yes, we have liv'd-one pang, and then we part! May Heav'n, dear Father! now have all thy Heart. Yet ah ! how once we lov’d, remember still, Till

you are dust like me.


Dear Shade! I will : Then mix this dust with thine--O spotless Ghost ! O more than Fortune, Friends, or Country lost! Is there on Earth one care, one wish beside? Yes-SAVE MY COUNTRY, HEAV'N,

--He said, and died.


Ver. 1. Yes, we have liv'd-] I know not why this Dialogue should be called an Epitaph. Dr. Johnson says, “it is contemptible, and should have been suppressed for the author's sake." I see no reason for this harsh sentence passed upon it.

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Father Paul, in his prayer for the state, “Esto perpetua.” With
what propriety the Bishop applied it at his trial, and is here made
to refer to it in his last moments, they will understand who know
what conformity there was in the lives of the Prelate and the
Monk. The character of our countryman is well known. And
that of the Father may be told in very few words.
foundly skilled in all divine and human learning. He employed
his whole life in the service of the State, against the unjust en-
croachments of the Church. He was modest, humble, and for-
giving, candid, patient, and just; free from all prejudices of party,
and all the projects of ambition : in a word, the happiest com-
pound of science, wisdom, and virtue. W.

This severe sarcasm would certainly, if he had seen it, been highly displeasing to Pope, who retained for Atterbury the warmest affection and respect. But from the Letters of Atterbury, printed in three volumes, by Mr. Nicholls, and particularly from those in p. 148 to p. 168, it almost indisputably appears that the Bishop was engaged in a treasonable correspondence, and in the intrigues of the Pretender.

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If modest Youth, with cool Reflection crown'd, And ev'ry op’ning Virtue blooming round, Could save a Parent's justest Pride from fate, Or add one Patriot to a sinking state; This weeping marble had not ask'd thy Tear, Or sadly told, how many Hopes lie here! The living Virtue now had shone approv'd, The Senate heard him, and his Country lov’d. Yet softer Honours, and less noisy Fame Attend the shade of gentle BUCKINGHAM: In whom a Race, for Courage fam’d and Art, Ends in the milder Merit of the Heart: And Chiefs or Sages long to Britain giv’n, Pays the last Tribute of a Saint to Heav'n.

“This epitaph," says Johnson,“ is preferred by Dr. Warburton to the rest; but I know not for what reason. To crown with reflection, is surely a mode of speech approaching to nonsense. Opening virtues blooming round, is something like tautology; the six following lines are poor and prosaic."

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