"My pen has been employed in fhewing you, this is no panegyric, but a juft tribute to merit; and the rest of the world will gradually learn this from the writings themselves, which will be now read with lefs prejudice and more respect. His writings are the Monuments which he confecrated to pofterity; and, though He is now no more, Thefe will laft For Ever."

3

His lordship was cfteemed, almoft to a degree of adoration, by the first poet of his age; who has blazoned his character with the brightest colours that wit could invent, or fondnefs beftow, by immortalizing both his own fame, and that of his noble friend, at whofe perfuafion, and by whofe affiftance, this incomparable didactic poem, his Effay on Man, was begun and executed."

Come on, my friend, my genius come along;
Oh, mafter of the Poet and the Song !
And, while the Muse now ftoops, or now
afcends,

To man's low paffions, and their glorious ends,

Teach me, like thee, in various nature wife,
To fall with dignity, with temper rife:
Form'd by thy converfe happily to fteer,
From gay to grave, from lively to fevere ;.
Correct with fpirit, elegant with ease,
Intent to reafen, or polite to pleafe.

Oh!:

"My pen has been employed in fhewing you, this is no panegyric, but a juft tribute to merit; and the reft of the world will gradually learn this from the writings themselves, which will be now read with lefs prejudice and more respect. His writings are the Monuments which he confecrated to pofterity; and, though He is now no more, Thefe will laft For Ever."

His lordship was cfteemed, almoft to a degree of adoration, by the first poet of his age; who has blazoned his character with the brighteft colours that wit could invent, or fondness beftow, by immortalizing both his own fame, and that of his noble friend, at whofe perfuafion, and by whofe affistance, this incomparable didactic poem, his Effay on Man, was begun and executed.'

Come on, my friend, my genius come along;
Oh, mafter of the Poet and the Song !
And, while the Muse now ftoops, or now
afcends,

To man's low paffions, and their glorious

ends,

Teach me, like thee, in various nature wife,
To fall with dignity, with temper rife:
Form'd by thy converfe happily to fteer,
From gay to grave, from lively to fevere;
Correct with fpirit, elegant with ease,
Intent to reafen, or polite to please.

Oh!:

Oh! while along the ftream of time, thy name
Expanded flies, and gathers all it's fame;
Say, fhall my little bark attend the fail,
Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale?
When ftatefmen, heroes, kings, in duft re-
pofe,

Whofe fons will blush their fathers were thy foes,

Shall this thy verfe to future age pretend,

Thou wer't my guide, philofopher, and friend? That, urg'd by thee, I turn'd the tuneful

art,

From found, to things; from fancy, to the heart:

For wit's falfe mirror hold up nature's light,
Shew erring man, Whatever is, is right:
That reafon, paffions, anfwer one great aim;
That true felf-love and focial are the fame :
That Virtue only makes our Bliss below;
And all our Knowledge is--Ourselves to Know?

END OF THE ELEVENTH VOLUME,