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was not a little supported in it, by the honour which he proposed to himself of dedicating it to your facred Majelty. This design, which had given him so much pleasure for some years, out-lasted his abilities to put it in execution : for, when his life was despaired of, and this part of the book remained unfinished, he expressed to me his delire, that this Translation mould be laid at your Majesty's fcet, as a mark of that zealand veneration which he had always entertained for your Majesty's Royal Person and virtues. Had he lived to have made his own address to your Majesty upon this occasion, he would have been able in some measure to have done justice to that exalted character, which it becomes such as I am to admire in silence : being incapable of representing my dear husband in any thing, but in that profound humility and respect, with which I am,

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fickness, nor the importunities of his friends since, to introduce into the world this his posthumous Translation of. Lucan, with something by way of preface. I am very sensible how much it is out of my sphere, and that I want both leisure and materials, to do justice to the Author, or to the memory of the Translator. The works of both will best plead for them ; the one having already out-lived seventeen ages, and both one and the other like to endure as long as there is any taste of liberty or polite learning left in the world. Hard has been the fate of many a great genius, that while they have conferred immortality on others, they have wanted themselves some friend to embalm their names to posterity. This has been the fate of Lucan, and perhaps may be that of Mr. Rowe.

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reason why his life is not to be found at any length, in the writings of his contemporaries, is the fear they were in of Nero's resentment, who could not bear to have the life of a man set in a true light, whom, together with his uncle Seneca, he had sacrificed to his revenge. Notwithstanding this, we have fome hints in writers who lived near this time, that leave us not altogether in the dark, about the life and works of this extraordinary young man.

Marcus Annæus Lucan was of an equestrian family of Rome, born at Corduba in Spain, about the year of our Saviour 39, in the reign of Caligula. His family had been transplanted from Italy to Spain a confiderable time before, and were invested with several dignities and employments in that remote province of the Roman empire. His father was Marcus Annæus Mela, or Mella, a man of a distinguished merit and interest in his country, and not the less in esteem for being the brother of the great philosopher Seneca. His mother was Acilia tic daughter of Acilius Lucanus, one of the most eminent orators of his time : and it was from his grandfather that he took the name of Lucan. The story that is told of Hesiod and Homer, of a swarm of bees hovering about them in their cradle, is likewise told of Lucan, and probably with equal truth: but whether true or not, it is a proof of the high esteem paid to him by the ancients, as a poet.

He was hardly eight months old when he was brought froin his native country to Rome, that he

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