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took care of your Fortune. Elegance was so blended with Oeconomy in her Management, it shew'd Us the Difference betwixt Plenty and Oftentation.
I have presumed, Your Lordship will observe, to draw but the Outlines of the Picture ; to sketch out that Symmetry, which distinguish'd her equally to every Beholder. To finish up the Colouring of the Whole, is above my Strength or Vanity. The peculiar Duties She paid either to Heaven, or your Lordship, are too facred to be touch'd here. They stand forbid to a vulgar Approach; and I choose, as in the Jewiss Temples, to draw a Curtain across that Altar. It might be a childish Superstition, perhaps, to imagine her too good for this World; but we feel to our Concern, that what made her revered on Earth, qualified her too early for a Saint in Heaven. Oftendunt terris hanc tantùm Fata,nec ultra Efe ferunt.
Ifhould fear, my Lord, to awake your Sorrows even with this faint Recapitulation of her Virtues, did I not know, the Image of them is engraven on your Heart; and I am paying but the Rites of a pious and sympathetick Respect. As I am proud to be thought à Client and Servant of your family, and claim Your Lordship’s Patronage as it were by Descent from your Noble Father, I would profess a becoming Interest in whatever affects my Patron.
If my Duty, My Lord, be too bold, I have it to plead in Excuse, that it is in lome Measure warranted by your own Conduct and Behaviour. That Ealiness of Address with which I have been receiv'd by You, and that Indulgence which you are pleas'd to shew me on every Occasion, ground a fort of habitual Freedom. In Conversations with Your Lordship, tho’ we cannot but remember the Distance due to your quality, yet we find something so engaging on your part, that we imperceptibly slide
on the very Confines of Friendship. Your Sweetnels and Affability always put me in mind of Ovid's APOLLO; he restrain'd the Lustre of his Godhead, when he was to converse with a mortal Son;
circum Caput omne micantes Depofuit radios, propriúfque accedere juffit. So, You, my Lord, will not suffer your quality to glare upon your Inferiors : You abate of the Splendour of a Patrician, and descend to Us in the Light of the easy agreeable Gentleman.
If You ever thew any Reserve, it is with Regard to your own Modesty, You there labour to retire within Your self; and would fain fhut Us out from the Discovery of Talents, which you cannot restrain from starting to Observation. Your Behaviour resembles That of Pyramus and Thisbe's Parents, in a Paflage which has employ'd the Criticks; Sed vecuêre patres quod non potuere vetare,
For I have always understood is thus, that they endeavour'd to forbid what they could not prevent. The Confession I am going to make, my Lord, is in parc an Evidence of this Truth. I had design’d to obtrude upon you what I had to say cricically of Shakespeare: but your Modesty absolutely denied my Appeal
. You would not look upon your self conversant enough in my Author to be appointed Judge of the various parts of his Character; tho' I have borrow'd many Hints from hearing You converse upon him. I have soften’d the Theft, Şir, in Expression, you see, in Regard to my self; and Your Lordship may reasonably deny the Loss of the Jewels
, which I have disparag'd in the unartful Setting. I may very truly apply to You the Character, which a much greater Dedicator apply'd to a Patron not so great: Ingenium tale eft, ut etiam fine literis videatur cultum esse potuisse ; tantum autem Literarum consecutus es, ut vel satis ad fummam gloriam effe poffit.
But I am aware, that in these Declarations I am trespassing on Your Lordship's Patience. That Light of Veneration, in which I view You, makes me think I could never say too much on the Subject : and that nice Distrust, with which You view Your self, makes You think that I cannot say too little. I can only know that I am forgiven, in being continued to share the Honour of Your Esteem; and indulgʻd in the .Op portunities of approving myself
most faithful and obedient