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ON LORD AUBREY BEAUCLERK,

IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY, 1740.

WH

HILST Britain boafts her empire o'er the deep, This marble fhall compel the brave to weep: As men, as Britons, and as foldiers, mourn; 'Tis dauntless, loyal, virtuous Beauclerk's urn. Sweet were his manners, as his foul was great, And ripe his worth, though immature his fate; Each tender grace that joy and love inspires, Living, he mingled with his martial fires : Dying, he bid Britannia's thunders roar; And Spain ftill felt him, when he breath'd no more.

EPITAPH

ЕРІТАРН

AT WELWYN, HERTFORDSHIRE.

IF fond of what is rare, attend!
Here lies an honest man,
Of perfect piety,

Of lanblike patience,

My friend, James Barker;

To whom I pay this mean memorial,
For what deferves the greatest.
An example

Which fhone through all the clouds of fortune,
Industrious in low estate,

The leffon and reproach of thofe above him.
To lay this little stone

Is my ambition;

While others rear

The polish'd marbles of the great!

Vain pomp!

A turf o'er virtue charms us more.
E. Y. 1749.

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EPITAPH

ON LORD AUBREY BEAUCLERK *,

IN WESTMINSTER-ABBEY, 1740.

WHILST Britain boafts her empire o'er the deep,

This marble shall compel the brave to weep:

As men, as Britons, and as foldiers, mourn;
'Tis dauntless, loyal, virtuous Beauclerk's urn.
Sweet were his manners, as his foul was great,
And ripe his worth, though immature his fate;
Each tender grace that joy and love inspires,
Living, he mingled with his martial fires :
Dying, he bid Britannia's thunders roar;

And Spain ftill felt him, when he breath'd no more.

* Lord Aubrey Beauclerk was the eighth fon of the Duke of St. Alban's, who was one of the fons of King Charles the Second. He was born in the year 1711; and, being regularly bred to the fea fervice, in 1731 he was appointed to the command of his majesty's fhip the Ludlow Caftle; and he commanded the Prince Frederick at the attack of the harbour of Carthagena, March 24, 1741. This young nobleman was one of the most promifing Commanders in the king's fervice. When on the defperate attack of the caftle of Bocca Chica, at the entrance of the faid harbour, he lost his life, both his legs being first shot off. The profe part of the Infcription on his Monument, was the production of Mrs. Mary Jones of Oxford; who alfo wrote a poem on his death, printed in her Mifcellanies, 8vo. 1752. R.

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EPITAPH

EPITAPH

AT WELWYN, HERTFORDSHIRE.

IF fond of what is rare, attend!
. Here lies an honest man,
Of perfect piety,

Of lamblike patience,
My friend, James Barker;

To whom I pay this mean memorial,
For what deferves the greatest.
An example

Which shone through all the clouds of fortune,
Industrious in low eftate,

The leffon and reproach of those above him.
To lay this little ftone

Is my ambition;

While others rear

The polish'd marbles of the great!
Vain pomp!

A turf o'er virtue charms us more.

E. Y. 1749.

A LETTER

A LETTER TO MR. TICKELL.

OCCASIONED

BY THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON. JOSEPH ADDISON, ESQ. 1719.

ઃઃ -Tu nunc eris alter ab illo." VIRG.

LONG with me in Oxford groves confin'd,

In focial arts and facred friendship join'd;
Fair Ifis' forrow, and fair Ifis' boast,
Loft from her fide, but fortunately loft;
Thy wonted aid, my dear companion! bring,
And teach me thy departed friend to fing :
A darling theme! once powerful to inspire,
And now to melt, the Mufes' mournful choir :
Now, and now firft, we freely dare commend
His modest worth; nor shall our praise offend.

Early he bloom'd amid the learned train,
And ravish'd Ifis liften'd to his strain.
See, fee, the cry'd, old Maro's Muse appears,
Wak'd from her flumber of two thoufand years:
Her finish'd charms to Addison fhe brings,
Thinks in his thought, and in his numbers fings.
All read tranfported his pure claffic page;
Read, and forget their climate and their age.

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