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"These conquests your own hands have made,
"Pursue these glorious ends; "You've no affections to mislead,
"No party, and no friends.
from the pulpit was a kind of moral essays, clear from quotations of Scripture, but what they wanted in Gospel was made up by a tone of fanaticism: he had been thrust on the king by the Earl of Hardwicke, for a marriage Secker had contrived between the Chancellor's son, and the grand-daughter and heiress of the Duke of Kent, Lady Arabella Grey. He succeeded to the see of Canterbury, 1758. Ob. 1768.-W.
[See references to the following notes in the preceding page.] + Sherlock, Bishop of Salisbury, and afterwards of London. Sherlock, Dr. Thomas, Bishop of London, was at Eton with Sir Robert Walpole; when he and some other boys went to bathe in the Thames, they stood shivering, Sherlock plunged in over head; and this induced Pope in his Dunciad to call him the plunging Bishop; however, Sherlock was always at the head of his class: his learning was extensive; God had given him a great, and an understanding, mind, a quick comprehension, and a solid judgment. These advantages of nature he improved by much industry and application. Ob. 1760.
‡ Dr. Blackbourn, Archbishop of York.
Blackbourn, the jolly old Archbishop of York, had all the manners of a man of quality, though he had been a Buccaneer, and was a clergyman; he retained nothing of his first profession, except the Seraglio. Hayter, Bishop
"I lov'd my country when on earth,
"Her freedom strove to save; "Those cares that waited on my life, "Attend me in the grave.
"Since death all worldly views destroys,
"That ever I shall give.
"Sometimes with Tories give a vote,
"Sometimes with Whigs agree; "So shall you live like me esteem'd, "And die bemoan'd like me."
of Norwich, preceptor to Prince George, was his natural son; he, one day talking with Queen Caroline about Sir Robert Walpole, said, “Madam, I am glad you like the king's new mistress, Lady Yarmouth; it shews you are a sensible woman, your Majesty having no objection for your husband to divert himself.-W. Ob. 1743, after enjoying the see of York 20 years.
RIGHT HON. HENRY FOX.
Written in August 1745.
Nec magis expressi vultus per ænea signa
RARE, and more rare, my verses still
I once possess'd, I daily feel expire ;
To speak and charm in public, friend, is thine :
The silent arts of poetry are mine :
And when some striking thought affects my mind, I rest not till to paper 'tis consign'd.
Then with a parent's fondness I behold
My child escap'l from memory's treach❜rous hold;
And smooth'd in verse, and harmoniz'd in rhyme,
Yet Vanity did ne'er allure to Fame,
I had no fondness for an author's name;
My works, like bastards, dropt about the town,
'Twas your desire (perhaps your flattery too)—
"Despise her gifts, her influence refuse; "To me in all thy life, for once attend, "Prudence to parts, would prove a useful friend. "I know your wants, and offer you my aid; "Which still you shun contemptuous and afraid;
"Pleas'd with the praise, some partial few may give,
"The hate and envy of the rest, you live :