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A Metrical History of England

Or, Recollections, in Rhyme, Of some of the most prominent Features in our National Chronology, from the Landing of Julius Caesar to the Commencement of the Regency, in 1812. In Two Volumes ... By Thomas Dibdin

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“The royal sire, to realms of bliss removed,
“(Like the famed phœnix,) from his pyre shall spring
“Successive Georges, gracious and beloved,
“And good and glorious as the parent King.”
Cunningham.

GEORGE THE SECOND.

Aonther Brunswick fills the regal chair,

1727.


And vows to make Britannia's weal his care;
Gibraltar's siege, some hopes of peace with Spain,
And change of Ministry commence this reign.
Onslow is chosen Speaker, and maintain'd

1728.


For three and thirty years the post he gain'd;
Windham and Pultneys, figure in debate,
Against imputed errors of the state;
Yet Walpole's friends around their patron fly,
And grant the King four millions of supply.
Parma invites the monarch we disown,
And yields him honours due to England's throne,
Our sov'reign's brother, Ernest yields his breath,

193

And German Protestants bewail his death;

1729.


Our Sov'reign's son resigns his native land,
And finds a home on Britain's willing strand.
Oppressive Spain our indignation rouses,
Which Parliament proclaims in both its houses;
The civil list, a Bill prepared to meet
Abuses in the prison of the Fleet,
With other needed salutary laws,
Obtain the Parliament deserved applause.
And, ere the session makes its final close,
The King abroad on special purpose goes:

1730.


Some discord to compose, which chanced to spring
'Twixt Hanoverian States and Prussia's King.
A Spanish peace, the salt tax set aside,
Our Eastern merchants charter'd rights renew'd;
Land tax redeem'd, and Acts meant to provide
That pension'd members should no more intrude
Were framed: but interested elves, no doubt,
Contrived to kick the wholsome embrio out.

1731.


Now pamphlet scribblers, with determined rage,
The war of party 'gainst each party wage;

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The Craftsman flourish'd under Pult'ney's eye,
Nor Bolingbroke disdain'd its page supply.
Law processes, which heretofore appear
In Latin, take an English form this year;
Vienna's treaty bids dissention cease,
And Continental Europe rests in peace.

1732.


A standing army next as it should seem,
In either senate form'd a fruitful theme;
Sutton and Grant for peculation base,
Incur severe and well deserv'd disgrace;
While Birch and Bond the list of crime who swell'd,
Were by the Commons, properly, expell'd.
That famous measure ministers advise,

1733.


Which met with long resistance,—the Excise;

195

And Walpole, who the people's anger braved,
By Cunningham was from their fury saved.
A change of State Directors now we find,

1734.


And Chesterfield with other chiefs resign'd.
Now sports and gay festivities began
To grace the nuptials of our Princess Anne,
The Prince of Orange and the wedded fair,
Regretted, to Batavia repair.
On closing Parliament, the royal speech
Was form'd the best of theories to teach;
Long may such doctrine grace Britannia's throne,
And flourish not in theory alone:
So shall we all proclaim with union's voice,
“The throne we honor is the people's choice! ”

196

“Some criminals now underwent
“Inoculation,
“Which happ'ly answer'd the intent
“Of preservation!
“And mothers thought it now their duty
“To save their childrens lives and beauty.”
The King appears, what office can be greater?
In that 'twixt angry states of mediator;

1735.


Russia and Denmark, both of trade and peace,
Sign treaties with us—Yet we much increase
Our naval force, as needful to maintain
An equipoise of pow'r with France and Spain;
The King his German states re-visits, while
His consort mildly governs Britain's isle.
This year, when Parliament had met,

1736.


They overhaul'd the public debt;

197

And talk'd of means by which to pay it,
But, sorry is the Muse to say it,
No one has hit upon a method yet.
Yet rashly let us not conclude,
But hope (of hoping I'm a sanguine lover,)
To pay it off, as also to discover
Decrease of taxes and the longitude.
Fred'rick, of Wales, a foreign bride espouses,
Closer uniting our's with German houses;
In Edinburgh, we tell with pain,

1737.


By lawless hands was Porteous slain;
And, proof of the caprice of fate,
To men of high or low estate,
Corsican Theodore descends
From regal rank, and, canopied, 'tis said,
By humble semi-tester of his bed,

198

His life, in London, most obscurely ends;
Nor yet exempt from Death's unerring aim
Are crowns more fortunate.—With spotless fame,
By genuine grief attended to the tomb,
Good Caroline partakes our common doom.
“Now Covent Garden Playhouse rose,
“To Lincoln's Inn an eye-sore!
“Tho' no Processions then, nor Shows,
“Nor Elephants from Mysore!
“The building then gave much delight,
“Tho' not intended all for sight!
“For in these times, as writers say,
“They went to hear not see a Play.”
Disputes between our Court and Spain,

1738.


Give cause for fearing war again;
'Till the two States, for strifes prevention,
Patch up a much disliked convention.
But Discontent, avaunt! this glorious year,
In garb of gayest triumph shou'd appear;
And Fortune's brightest smile shou'd grace the morn,

199

When a Third George, our Parent King was born!
Born for each virtue, piety wou'd preach,
Or practice prove, or good example teach;
Born for his people, dearly honor'd yet
With their best love and most sincere regret.
Oh! may it's source admit of quick relief,
And prove, tho' poignant, not a cureless grief;
A grief 'tis our's submissively to feel,
And bless the hand which only wounds to heal!
Of Spain dissatisfied once more we tell,
On England's triumphs too the Muse might dwell,
And sing how Vernon fought, and Porto Bello fell;
And more of gallant deeds wou'd she presume
To tell, but that she's rather pinch'd for room.
One stately dome for civic pomp and joy,
And one to shield the orphan girl or boy,
Who, early doom'd adversity to know,
Finds shelter for “the houseless child of woe;”

200

Majestic rise, and rising add new fame
To London's beauty and each founder's name.
Now frost-bound Thames “a curious scene discloses,
On it they roast an ox, and toast their noses.
To Germany was Princess Mary carried,

1740.


By Frederick, of Hesse:
But, reader, you may guess
The lady didn't go 'till she was married.
Now war lights up a flame again,
'Twixt England, Holland, France, and Spain;
Our enemies in angry mood averr'd,
England should be invaded;
England declared she wou'dn't;
And, as I've heard,
She kept her word,
As for her foes, 'twas more than they did,
Because—they cou'dn't!

1741.


Yet was the war in Parliament much blamed,
And civil discord furiously flamed

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With ministerial rage, and no less hate
From opposition in each stern debate.
About this period Prussia's King began
To prove the hero blended with the man;
The mimic hero, Garrick, now came forth,
And crowds applauding stamp'd his genuine worth.

1742.


Walpole, whose pow'r and interest declines,
Yields to opposing voices and resigns;
Walpole, who not in politics o'er nice,
Declared that “Ev'ry patriot had his price;”
Exalted to the Peerage, makes his bow,
Nor heeds the clamour left behind, (which now

202

Calls for impeachment,) but with placid smile,
Regards each threat of Pult'ney and Argyle.
Our British boys, led on by gallant Stair,
To scenes of Continental war repair;
Cart'ret at home assumes the reins of pow'r,
Not ill sustain'd by Bathurst and by Gower.
But changes still distract the nation,

1743.


Which loudly calls for new administration;
And set afloat, as it should seem,
What was yclep'd a grand broad-bottom'd scheme;
Orford's impeachment, long expected,
Again proposed, is once again rejected.
The King concludes the sessions 'ere he goes

1743.


To take the field in person 'gainst his foes;
At Dettington, with William by his side,
The British Monarch turns the battle's tide;

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Compels the Gallic chief to sound retreat,
While France laments her chosen son's defeat;
And George, in council sage as brave in field,
Sees Princes to his able guidance yield.

1744.


Threaten'd invasion her red standard rears,
And Roquefeuilles navy on the wave appears;
Him Norris baffled,—many blame the knight,
Who did not capture those he put to flight.
Matthews and Lestock with Old Rowley join'd,
Attack the French and Spanish fleets combined;
Hard was the contest, till receding day
Fled, with our batter'd enemies, away.
There Hawke fought bravely, gallant Cornwall fell,
And more was done than we have space to tell.

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Anson, whose ships begirt the globe, we view
Returning with the treasures of Peru;
The world pays tribute to his mental power,
And Paita's plunder decks proud London's Tower;
With change of men in pow'r the year we close,
And now the Pelham Ministry arose.
No pleasure were it here to trace

1745.


Rebellion's progress and disgrace,
Else might we in right mournful verse,
The deeds of men misled rehearse;
And tell how, in the Western Isles,
His followers Prince Charles beguiles;
And from their due allegiance draws
The brave adherents to a cause
Which ruin pluck'd on many a Clan,
Whose crime in honesty began.
Who taking warmth of heart for reason,
From loyalty engendered treason;
Nor do we to pourtray delight
The horrors of Culloden fight,

205

Where victory in blood-stain'd vest,
For ever set the theme to rest.
Again, the state wheel turns about,

1746.


Some Outs come in, and Ins go out.
Our navy, shall I credence gain?
Has loss of honor to sustain;
But in the next succeeding year,
Anson and Warren on the sea,

206

And Hawke, a name to seamen dear,
As was on land brave Ligonier,
Reclaim'd the palm of victory;
Nor did our better fortune cease,
'Till, best of all, came smiling Peace.

1748.


Peace reigns abroad, at home less quiet,
We are disgraced by party riot;

1749.


Which Oxford, Litchfield, Bristol too,
Require coercion to subdue.
Now first in embrio was known
A Colony, since finely grown;
New Scotland they the infant styled,
Now a prodigious thriving child;
Two earthquakes and disease as fell,

1750,


As many a monument may tell,
Alarm'd the land; and, sad to say,
'Twas fates decree to snatch away
The royal Fred'rick, England's heir,

1751.


Hence George became the nation's future care.

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Portugal, Sweden, Holland, Denmark, all
Are likewise doom'd to see a sov'reign fall;
Two Kings, two Princes, and a Queen appear
To swell Death's harvest in one little year;

1752.


Nor less his triumph, Bolingbroke, when you
Discharge the debt from earth to nature due!
To Sloane a monument of praise,

1753.


Britain's Museum now they raise;
Pelham his place and life resigns,

1754.


Clive, 'er'st unheard of in the nation,
Saves India, brightest star that shines,
In our commercial constellation;
While Europe's peace, of short duration,
Begins to tremble at ambitious France;

1755.


And War's destructive imps with savage stride advance.
A dreadful elemental agitation,
Shook Lisbon through it's whole foundation;
In undistinguish'd ruin all
Her palaces, her temples fall:

208

Her nobles, mingled with their native clay,
In undistinguish'd heaps by peasants lay.
From us each sad survivor aid receives,
While Britain sympathises and relieves!
Her noble sympathies have long convey'd

1756.


Most sterling comfort to who want her aid.
For which, that Power who nations weighs above,
'Tis our's to hope, will Britain ever love.
Joy of our isle, and terror of it's foes,
Pride of the good, illustrious Chatham rose;
Fox too, with Pitt, coeval, glorious name,
Surrounded each by well-earn'd deathless fame!
Ah, how shall trivial numbers sing

1757.


The fall of hapless gallant Byng;
Presuming pen! most sure to fail,
Diaw, as the painter did, a veil
O'er manly grief's expressive face,
Nor versify the land's disgrace!
War riots through the burning earth,
And gives to crime and glory birth;
In varied fall or elevation,
Sports with each fierce contending nation.
Blest Britain! may thy safe retreat
Ne'er be of fiend-like war the seat;

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But gratitude to Heaven procure,
The good thou hast may long endure.
Contention's desolating hand,
To Europe unconfined,
Riots in India's distant land,
Where tyrant Tippoo, base, and blind
To honour, gives to most inhuman death;
Britannia's warriors, whose struggling breath,
From fell Calcutta's fiend-like dungeon flies
For retribution, to avenging skies.
A splendid list of names heroic blends

1758.


With sea and land achievements, each day sends
Advice of gallant deeds by William's arm.
Boscawen, Amherst, Johnson, with an host,
Who kept our enemies in dread alarm;

210

Howe; Abercrombie; Monckton; Wolfe, who died
Of Albion's sons the dearest pride,
Of Albion's chieftains the most honored boast.
Nor from the battle springs our fame alone,
Where in it's cause the valiant soldier bleeds;
Benevolence, as if she wou'd atone
For Discord's brutal deeds,
Founds an asylum for the orphan maid;
A home where innocence, by man betray'd,
Might find the narrow path whence late she stray'd.
What if we travel, reader, from this road
Of cramp chronology, and hear a tale,
A true one too, of how this kind abode
First rose the help and comfort of the frail.
This freak of my erratic muse,
I'm sure, your goodness will excuse;
Forgive the manner, since the matter's true,
For 'tis a fact, denied by few,
Magna est Veritas, and will prevail!
 

His Majesty, in council, deelared he would maintain the religion, laws, and liberties of this realm; as also the alliances entered into by the late King; and his first speech from the throne evinced that his plan with regard to foreign affairs did not vary from that of his late royal sire.

The Crafts man was a celebrated periodical paper, patronised by Mr. W. Pulteney, and often written for by Lord Bolingbroke.

Sir Archibald Sutton and Sir Robert Grant were expelled for iniquitous proceedings in the affairs of the “Charitable Corporation;” a public company which lent money on pledges. Mr. Serjeant Birch, and Dennis Bond, Esq. were disgraced for fraud, in disposing of Lord Derwentwater's forfeited estate.

Sir Robert, on his way to the House, was so much insulted, that had not Mr. Cunningham, a Scotch Member, drawn his sword and dispersed the leaders of the mob, the consequence might have been fatal.

On this occasion, when every public occurrence formed the subject of a street ballad, the following elegant lines were sung through the metropolis:—

“What's a rhyme for Porringer?
“What's a rhyme for Porringer?
“The King cou'd spare
“A daughter fair,
“And he gave the Prince of Orange her!”

On the 16th of April an end was put to the sessions by a most pathetic speech, in which are these remarkable words: “May there be no distinction but such as mean the support of our present happy Constitution in Church and State, and such as wish to subvert both: this is the only distinction that ought to prevail in this country, where the intetest of the king and people is one andthe same, and where they cannot subsist but by being so.”

Vide a comic poem called the last dying words of the 18th century; other authorities place the introduction of innoculation in 1721.

Which then was thought a great evil, amounting to the sum of £47,938,288...3s...3¾o.; the author does not know its amount now to so exact a calculation, but fears the evil is not much lessened.

April 27th, His Royal Highness Frederick Prince of Wales married Augusta, sister to the Duke of Saxe Gotha.

Porteous, Captain of the City Guard, having commanded his men to fire on the mob at a riot, occasioned by the execution of one Wilson, a smuggler, was himself dragged from prison, and hanged by the populace.

Theodore retained so much attachment to regal form and ceremony, that when the amount of a subscription for his support was presented to him, he received the donors with his hat on, while seated under the half-tester of a wretched bed, which served for a throne and canopy.

Last dying words of the eighteenth century.

Admiral Vernon took Porto Bello with only six ships of the line. Admiral Haddock also took a Spanish Register ship, worth £120,000.

Micajah Perry, Esq. the then Lord Mayor, laid the first stone of the Mansion House; and the Charter for instituting the Foundling Hospital was obtained by Captain Coram. Westminster and Blackfriars Bridges were also built in this reign.

Sir Robert Walpole made a very remarkable speech in one of these debates, part of which ran thus:—“Gentlemen have talked a great deal of patriotism; a venerable word, sir, when duly practised. But I am sorry, sir, to say, that of late it has been so much hackneyed about, that it is in danger of falling into disgrace. The very idea of true patriotism is lost, and the term has been prostituted to the very worst of purposes. A patriot! sir! why patriots spring up like mushroons! I could raise fifty of them within the four-and-twenty hours. I have raised many of them, sir, in one night, it is but refusing to gratify an unreasonable or an insolent demand, and up starts a patriot. I have never been afraid of making patriots, sir, but I disdain and despise all they can do!”

He was, on his resignation, created Earl of Orford.

The Duke of Argyle was particularly hostile to the late Minister, and, on Mr. Pulteney's advising moderation, threw up all his employments, while the people exclaimed the nation was betrayed by screening the Earl of Orford.

The King and the Duke of Cumberland fought with the greatest bravery in posts of most imminent danger,—the latter received a wound in the leg.

Marshal Noailles likewise behaved well, but at length sounded a retreat, after loosing 6000 men and many officers;—the loss of the allies was 2,500 and 2 officers.

Sir John Norris, whose superior force drove back the invading fleet, on board of which was the Pretender's son, was charged with want of spirit in not effecting more.

On the 11th of February the combined French and Spanish Fleets resolved to fight their way from Toulon, where they were blocked up by Admiral Mathews. Our fleet was vastly inferior as to number, and the enemy escaped under cover of the night, with the loss of one ship of the line, and 1000 men killed; our killed and wounded amounted to 400—An enquiry was afterwards made into the conduct of our admirals, for letting the enemy escape so well, Mathews and some captains were broke, Lestock and the rest honourably acquitted.

The Young Pretender landed in one of the Western Isles, on the 14th of July, and great numbers flocked to his standard,—he soon proclaimed his father at Perth, and got possession of Edinburgh; defeated Sir John Cope, and obtained a complete victory at Preston Panns, where the celebrated colonel Gardener was killed by the scythe of a Highlander; the Young Pretender then proceeded as far as Manchester, where the preparations made to oppose him, and the march of the Duke of Cumberland, occasioned a retreat of the rebel army, which the Duke finally overtook, and entirely subdued on the Plain of Culloden, April the 16th, the soi disant prince with difficulty escaped to France, and left many of his partizans to pay dearly for their attachment to his supposed rights.

In the East Indies, Commodore Peyton declined engaging the French Admiral de la Bourdonnais, who took Madras; the Spaniards carried their treasures safe to Old Spain;—and Commodore Mitchell, who was ordered to intercept a French fleet, from Martinico, suffered it to escape, for which he was tried and broke— An armament against Quebec, under Admiral Lestock and Gener I Sinclair, sailed too late to effect its purpose, and being then sent to surprise port L'Orient failed also in that attempt.

Admirals Anson and Warren were victorious over the French fleet, on the 3d of May, taking many ships of the line;— 46 merchantmen richly laden were captured in June; Admiral Hawke took 6 ships of the line in October.

The bravery and conduct of Sir John Ligonier at the battle of Val, saved the allied army, altho' himself was taken prisoner while endeavouring to preserve the Duke of Cumberland.

His royal highness died on the 20th of March, 1751.

The Kings of Portugal and Sweden, the Princes of Wales and Orange, and the Queen of Denmark, daughter of George II.

The Duke of Cumberland distinguished himself in every battle he was present at on the Continent. At sea, Admiral Boscawen defeated M. de la Clue, and took or burned four large ships of the line; he also took Louisburgh. General Amherst took Ticonderago, Crown Point, and Montreal. Admiral Hawke gloriously vanquished the French fleet in Quiberon Bay. Sir William Johnson took Nigara; Martinico, Guadaloupe, and Maregalante, were also taken. Lord Howe was killed gallantly fighting near Ticonderago, and succeeded by an Abercrombie. Monckton and Townsend signalized themselves with the immortal Wolfe. In Africa, Senegal was taken by Commodore Marsh, under the direction of Mr. Cumming, a Quaker.


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The Institution of the Magdalen .

I

'Twas darkest December, the frost pointed sleet
Was borne on the whirlwind, like ocean's white foam;
Fast closed was each door and deserted each street.
Save of wretches who wander, devoid of a home:

II

'Twas the season of joy, when his mem'ry sublime,
Who bled for our sins and expired for our sake,
Is hail'd with rude mirth, ill beseeming that time
Which shou'd gratitude's noblest emotions awake.

III

The song, and the jest, and the story, went round,
By warm hearths where the grape gaily circled about;
And while on the ear burst loud merriments sound,
Mirth heard from within, heighten'd mis'ry without.

212

IV

Where the portal superb of an opulent lord,
With massy projection invaded the street;
To share the cold shelter it's root might afford,
Two children of want took a sorrowful seat.

V

'Twas winter, I've said, yet thin garments of white
The limbs of two shivering females enfold;
And keenly past thro' them the blast of the night,
As close to each other they shrank from the cold.

VI

The transit of heat those fell liquids impart,
Those liquids impregnate with murderous fire,
Had ceas'd to inflame, and left colder each heart,
For that warmth of the instant which glows to expire.

VII

With voice scarcely human, so mournfully hoarse,
Indignant in tone, yet suppressing a sigh,
One daughter of error address'd her discourse,
To the other who scarce rais'd her tear-swollen eye.

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VIII

“That my parents are living you've oft heard me say,
“And, I hoped, uninform'd of their Emily's fate;
“They've discover'd me now, and a letter to day
“Offers pardon and home,—but the offer's too late.”

IX

“Ah take it, accept it,” with eagerness cried
The withering blossom, who lean'd on her knee:
“Accept it! Oh, never!” indignant replied
Stern Emily,—once no one milder than she.

X

“Accept it! encounter a mother's reproof,
“A sister's contempt, a whole neighbourhood's scorn;
“No! never again will I darken that roof,
“Where wou'd I had never, ah never been born!

XI

“My father so partial, so fond, none beside,
“Of his children so lov'd, so distingnish'd as I,

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“He liv'd but for me and for me wou'd have died,
“And, sooner than meet him shall Emily die.

XII

“My brother, whose anger inflaming a mind
“Once mild as an infant's, with vengeance too just,
“Like lightning, flew swift my seducer to find,
“And mingle his treacherous blood with the dust.

XIII

“Will he too forgive, or will he too forget
“That for my sake he wielded the murderous steel?
“No, his bosom must heave with those agonies yet,
“His friend's breathless body first taught him to feel.

XIV

“Accurs'd be the tongue, tho' now silent in death,
“Whose accents delusive my senses beguil'd;
“Enveloping poison in flattery's breath,
“To steal from her parents, their once happy child.

215

XV

‘But mem'ry avaunt! why recur to the past?
“Come, come, fellow suff'rer, this coin is yet mine;
“Shall souls form'd like our's turn coward at last?
“At yon tavern we'll drown the reflection in wine.”

XVI

Away, like a maniac, the frail one has fled,
As with counterfeit glee a gay ditty she sung;
Her companion remain'd, while faint, weary, half dead,
From lips deadly-pale were these sentences wrung.

XVII

“Had I but a parent! had I but a home,
“A sister, a brother, ah had I a friend!
“No more in the streets wou'd I comfortless roam,
“No more my long suffering conscience offend.

XVIII

“Might Industry succour the orphan bereft,
“How hard wou'd I work for a morsel of bread;
“But where shall the female by character left,
“Find shelter to hide her disconsolate head?

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XIX

“For who will the voice of her agony hear?
“Or who with relief will her misery bless?
“Or who will believe that the tale is sincere
“Which tells of repentance enforced by distress?

XX

By sobs interrupted, her accents grew weak,
And many a tear fell congeal'd by the frost,
As her sorrow-worn arm scarce supported her cheek,
Yet neither those tears, nor those accents were lost.

XXI

A being, Benevolence beam'd in his heart,
And the stamp of that feeling his countenance bore,
Overheard her sad plainings unmingled with art,
And vow'd to conduct her to virtue once more.

XXII

Nor did he alone to her sorrows extend
The hand of assistance which led her to peace:

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He became of all penitent suff'rers the friend,
And created a home where their sorrows might cease.

XXIII

The mansion exists, to his ne'er dying fame
Which this appellation his memory gives:
“The Friend of wrong'd Woman,” great, gorious name!
It shall ne'er be extinct, while humanity lives!
 

The Rev. Dr. Dingley assisted by Henry Fielding, Esq. and the celebrated, tho' unfortunate, Dr. Dodd, were among the first whose warm-hearted ideas gave birth to this valuable institution.

Our present sire attains his age,

1759.


Meantime his aunt and sister quit Life's stage;
One too we lost, whose potent spell,
Like Orpheus' lyre had moved all hell;
But Handel must not be profaned
By tales which Bards have only feign'd:
The minstrel's lot, we trust, is cast
Where “his majestic strain can only be surpast.”
Granby, and many British warriors more,

1760.


This year may add to heroes named before;
When lo! a sudden mist obscures the sky,
Checks the successful stream of victory:

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And thousands with sincerity deplore
That George, their king and father, is no more.
 

October 25th, at Kensington, His Majesty had risen early, and anxious for news from Germany, he threw up a window sash to observe the wind, which exertion probably broke a blood vessel; for, very soon after, he fell exclaiming, “Call Amelia!” but was dead before the Princess reached the apartment. He was a soldier, a politician, and the father of his people—a warm temper his only foible; impartial in justice, he administered it with mercy; sincere and open, he disdained deceit, and was never known to break his word. The liberties of Europe, and the constitution of England, were constantly upheld by his wise and resolute conduct; and he died in the fulness of his glory. —Vide Lockman, &c.

Another Author says, “His public character was marked with a predilection for his native country, to which he sacrificed all other motives. If an error, certainly not a very unnatural one” Luffman's Elements of History and Chronology.

When great men die who, living, claim respect
From greatness only, on the 'scutchen'd hearse,
In awful grandeur waves each sable plume,
And pomp supplies the place of real regret.
But when the man of worth exchanges life
For better scenes, 'tis not the passing bell,
Nor splendid orgies our attention claim,
But ev'ry thought to one emotion yields,
And unavailing anguish reigns supreme!
This Britain felt, and own'd the mournful truth,
When lost her father, magistrate, and friend,
And doubly, trebly, felt the sacred bond
Of gratitude, for public blessings dealt
From the late much loved source of private virtue.