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enemy. - By my wife's means I got the living of Stillington-a friend of her's in the fouth had promised her, that if she married a clergyman in Yorkshire, when the living became vacant, he would make her a compliment of it. I remained near twenty years at Sutton, doing duty at both places - I had then very good health. Books, painting, fiddling, and shooting were my amusements; as to the Squire of the parish, I cannot fay we were upon a very friendly footing-but at Stillington, the family of the C-s showed us every kindness -'twas moft truly agreeable to be within a mile and a half of an amiable family, who were ever cordial friends-In the year 1760, I took a house at York for your mother and yourself, and went up to London to publish my two first volumes of Shandy †. In that In that year Lord
The first edition was printed in the preceding year at York.
+ The following is the order in which Mr. Sterne's publications appeared:
1747. The cafe of Elijah and the Widow of Zerephath confidered: A charity-fermon preached on Good-Friday, April 17, 1747, for the fupport of two charity-schools in York.
1750. The abufes of Confcience: Set forth in a fermon preached in the cathedral church of St. Peter's, York, at the fummer affizes, before the Hon. Mr.
F prefented me with the curacy of Coxwold a fweet retirement in comparison of Sutton. In fixty-two I went to France before the peace was concluded, and you both followed me. I left you both in France, and in two years after I went to Italy for the recovery of my health-and when I called upon you, I tried to engage your mother to return to England, with me - she and yourself are at length come and I have had the inexpreffible joy of seeing my girl every thing I wished her.
I have fet down these particulars relating to my family, and felf, for my Lydia, in cafe hereafter she might have a curiofity, or a kinder motive to know them.
Baron Clive, and the Hon. Mr. Baron Smythe, on Sunday, July 29, 1750.
1759. Vol. 1 and 2, of Triftram Shandy.
1760. Vol. 1 and 2,
of Triftram Shandy.
1768. The Sentimental Journey.
The remainder of his Works were published after
As Mr. Sterne, in the foregoing narrative, brought down the account of himself until within a few months of his death, it remains only to mention that he left York about the end of the year 1767, and came to London in order to publish The Sentimental Journey, which he had written during the preceding fummer at his favorite living of Coxwold. His health had been for fome time declining, but he continued to visit his friends, and retained his usual flow of spirits. In February, 1768, he began to perceive the approaches of death, and with the concern of a good man, and the folicitude of an affectionate parent, devoted his attention to the future welfare of his daughter. His letters at this period reflect fo much credit on his character, that it is to be lamented fome others in the collection were permitted to fee the light. After a short struggle with his disorder, his debilitated and worn out frame fubmitted to fate on the 18th day of March, 1768, at his lodgings in Bond-fteet. He was buried at the new burying ground, belonging to the parish of St. George, Hanover Square, on the 22d of the fame month, in the most private manner; and has fince been indebted to strangers for a monument very unworthy of his memory; on which the following lines are infcribed:
"Near to this place
Lies the body of
The Reverend Laurence Sterne, A. M.
"Ah! molliter offa quiefcant.
If a found Head, warm Heart, and Breaft humane,
This monumental ftone was erected by two brother mafons; for although he did not live to be a member of their fociety, yet as his all incomparable performances evidently prove him to have acted by rule and fquare, they rejoice in this opportunity of perpetuating his high and irreproachable character to after' ages.
W & S. "
It is fcarcely neceffary to obferve that this date is
FRANCE AND ITALY.
THEY order, faid I, this matter better in
You have been in France? faid my gentleman, turning quick upon me with the most civil triumph in the world. Strange! quoth I, debating the matter with myself, That one and twenty miles failing, for 'tis abfolutely no further from Dover to Calais, fhould give a man these rights look into them: fo giving up the argument-I went straight to my lodgings, put up half a dozen fhirts and a black pair of filk breeches "the coat I have on, faid I, looking at the fleeve, will do" - took a place in the Dover stage; and the packet failing at nine the next morning by three I had got fat down to my dinner upon a fricafee'd chicken, fo inconteftibly in France, that had I died that night of an indigeftion, the whole world could