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out of my bed as jet, and has had no rest these two nights but what it snatches and gets in the day-times by fits; and I believe my left lag will be out of order a good wyle.-Pray give my hearty goodwill to the compa. for the deeds, and my most humble servis being ever yours

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The great comic actress, Mrs. Clive, fixed her residence at Twickenham, in 1769, when she quitted the stage. Davies says "The comic abilities of this actress have not been excelled; nor, indeed, scarcely equalled by any performer, male or female, these fifty years. She was so formed by nature to represent a variety of lively, laughing, droll, humourous, affected, and absurd characters, that she had little more to do than to perfect herself in the words of a part, and to leave the rest to nature." She was also "famous for scolds and viragos." Garrick felt the force of these accomplishments, when " he wished, for her own sake, she would remain some years longer on the stage. To this civil suggestion she answered by a look of contempt, and a decisive negative. He asked how much she was worth ;she replied briskly, as much as himself. Upon his smiling at her supposed ignorance or misinformation, she explained herself, by telling him, that she knew when she had enough, though he never would. He then entreated her to renew her engagement for three or four years:-She preremptorily refused. Upon repeating his regret, at her leaving the stage, she frankly told him, that she hated hypocrisy; for she was sure that he would light up candles for joy of her leaving him, but that it would be attended with some expense *. Davies thinks "there was an unnecessary smartness in the lady's language, approaching to rudeness,” on this occasion. She died, December 6th, 1785, and was buried at this place. Miss Jane Pope, who had enjoyed her friendship and instruction, erected a monument to her memory in the church.

• Davies's Life of Garrick.

Bishop Warburton erected the monument to Pope. On a pyramid is a medallion of the poet, in white marble. On a tablet is written

"Poeta Loquitur

"for one who would not be buried in Westminster Abbey.

"Heroes and kings your distance keep,

In peace let one poor poet sleep;
Who never flattered folks like you :-
Let Horace blush, and Virgil too."-

On opening the Berkeley vault in 1796, "the body of Sir William Berkeley, who died in 1667, was found lying on the ground without a coffin, cased in lead exactly fitted to the shape of the body, shewing the form of the features, hands, feet, and even nails; and appears to be beat firmly to it, and looks like a figure in armour


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In this church also repose the remains of Mrs. Pritchard, whose transcendant talents, as an actress, could be equalled only by her private virtues. To give some idea of her extraordinary merit, it may be said, and said with truth, that she appeared with equal effect and admiration both in the tragic and comic drama. What can be said more of her, than, that in a comparative scale of excellence, it could not be determined whether her judgment, her powers, and her command of natural display, were more evident in her Lady Macbeth or her Beatrice. She quitted the stage in 1768, with a farewell epilogue, after her performance of the former of those characters, and died about four months afterwards at Bath. A tablet has since been erected to the memory of this distinguished actress and excellent woman, near the monument of Shakespeare, in Westminster Abbey, with a well written and faithful epitaph, by Mr. Whitehead, the poet laureat of that period.

* Ironside's Twickenham.




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RICHMOND HILL is the boast of the vicinity of the Metropolis. The richness, splendor, variety, extent and beauty of the scene which surrounds it, is only to be conceived by being seen: no power of the pen or the pencil can give an adequate description of it.

To the right, the eye passes over a rich, embowered, and inhabited space of great expanse, to the hills of Highgate and Hampstead. Then pursuing the horizon to the left, it appears beautifully broken by Harrow, and the high parts of Stanmore and Pinner, from whence it runs on into Buckinghamshire, and connects with the Berkshire hills between Maidenhead and Reading, when the circle returns to Windsor Castle and its Forest. The elevated ground about Bagshot next conducts the eye to the heights near Farnham, in Surrey, and the abrupt, romantic range of hill, known by the name of the Hog's-back, which extends from the lastmentioned town to Guildford, in the same county.

Here the circumambient prospect ends. The intermediate country is as rich as wood and cultivation can make it;while it is enlivened by the parish spires, and the casual glimpses of the villages and country seats which are scattered over it.

Immediately beneath the hill, the Thames rolls its serpentine volume of silver waters through meadows of the richest verdure, and groves of every tree, while its banks are adorned with the contrasted beauty of the villa and the cottage, in a long succession of various edifices, which mark the taste and the opulence of those who possess them.

Thomson has celebrated this charming and luxuriant spot, where he passed his latter years, and closed his life.

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