John Barlow Efq; of Slebech in Pembrokeshire. By Kneller.

Sir Philip Harcourt, Eldeft Son of Sir Simon, after Cowper.

On the right fide,

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Elizabeth, Daughter of John Evelyn Efq; of Wotton in Surry; wife to the Honourable Simon Harcourt, by Dahl.

Anne, Daughter of Sir William Waller, wife to Sir Philip Harcourt-after Mrs. Beale.

Over one Door; Michael fecond Son of Sir Walter Harcourt, commander of one of his Brother Robert's Ships, in Sir Walter Ralegh's Expedition.

The LIBRARY.

Over the Chimney, Simon, only Son of Sir Philip, Baron (afterwards Vicount) Harcourt, Lord high Chancellor.

Over one Door; Simon Earl Harcourt in the Robes of the Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, by Hunter of Dublin.

Over the other; Rebecca, Daughter and heiress of Charles Le Bafs, of Pipwell Abbey, in Northamptonfhire, wife to Simon Earl Harcourt; by Knapton.

DESCRIPTION of the FLOWER GARDEN at NUNEHAM.

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HIS fmall fpot contains only about an acre and

the inequality of the ground, and the difpofition of the trees, it appears of confiderable extent. The boundary is concealed by a deep plantation of shrubs, which unites with the furrounding foreft trees that stand in the park. The garden is laid out in patches of flowers and clumps of fhrubs, of unequal dimensions, and various Thapes, and a gravel walk leads round it, to the different buildings and bufts, on which are the following inscriptions.

Fronting the Gate, a Buft of Flora on a Term.

Here fprings the Violet all newe,
And fresh perwinke riche of hewe;
And Flouris yalowe white and rede,
Such plenti grew ther ner in mede :
Ful gai is all the grounde, & queint,
And poudrid, as men had it peint,
With many a fresh and fondry floure
That caftin up ful gode favoure.

со WLEY.

When Epicurus to the world had taught,
That pleasure was the chiefeft good,

His life he to his doctrine brought,

CHAUCER.

And in a garden's fhade, that fovereign pelasure

fought.

COWLEY.

The

The GROTTO.

Mufing meditation moft affe&s

The penfive fecrecy of defert cell,

and wifdom's felf

Oft feeks to fweet retired folitude,

Where with her beft nurse, contemplation,

She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort,

Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd.

A POL L O.
OLLO..

MILTON.

Lucido Dio,

Per cui l' April fiorisce.

METASTASIO.

The Temple of FLORA.

On one fide a Buft of FA UNUS.

Faunus would oft, as Horace fings,

Delighted with his rural feats,

Forfake Arcadia's groves and fprings,

For foft Lucretile's retreats.

'Twas beauty charm'd ! what wonder then,

Enamour'd of a fairer fcene,

The changeful god fhould change again,

And here, for ever fix his reign!

WM. WHITEHEAD, Efq

On the other, a Buft of PAN.

Here univerfal Pan,

Knit with the graces, and the hours in dance,

Leads on th' eternal spring.

M

MILTON.

VENUS.

VENU S.

Thee, goddess, thee the clouds and tempefts fear,
And at thy pleafing prefence disappear:

For thee the land in fragrant flow'rs is dress'd.
DRYDEN, from Lucretius.

The BOWER.

In which is the following Inscription.

Fair Quiet, have I found thee here,
With innocence thy fifter dear!
Mistaken long, I fought thee then,
In bufy companies of men :

Your facred plants, at length I know,
Will only in retirement grow.

Society is all but rude,

To this delicious folitude,

Where all the trees and flowrets close,

To weave the garland of repose.

ANDREW MARVEL.

On one fide a Buft of CAT O, of Utica,
A' ce nom faint, & augufte, tout ami de la vertu
Doit mettre le front dans la pouffiere, & honorer
En filencé la memoire du plus grane des hommes.
J. J. ROUSSEAU.

On the other,

A Buft of J. J. ROUSSEAU.
Say, is thy honeft heart to virtue warm!
Can genius animate thy feeling breast!
Approach, behold this venerable form;
'Tis Rouffeau! let thy bofom fpeak the rest.

BK. BOOTHBY, Efq.

PRIO R.

See friend, in fome few fleeting hours,
See yonder what a change is made!
Ah me! the blooming pride of May,

And that of beauty, are but one;
At morn, both flourish bright and gay,
Both fade at evening, pale and gone.

The UR N,

Sacred

PRIOR,

to the memory of Frances Poole, Viscountefs Palmerfton.

Here fhall our ling'ring footsteps oft be found,
This is Her fhrine, and confecrates the ground.
Here living sweets around her altar rise,
And breathe perpetual incense to the skies.

Here too the thoughtless and the young may tread,

Who fhun the drearier manfions of the dead;

May here be taught what worth the world has known,
Her wit, her fenfe, her virtues were her own;
To her peculiar and for ever loft

To those who knew, and therefore lov'd her moft.
O! if kind pity fteal on virtue's eye,

Check not the tear, nor ftop the useful figh;
From foft humanity's ingenuous flame

A wish may rife to emulate her fame,

And fome faint image of her worth restore,
When thofe, who now lament her, are no more.

Ge. S". Harcourt, and the Hon. Eliz. Vernon, Vict, and Vict's. Nuneham, erected this urn in the year 1771. Wm. Whitehead, Efq. Poet Laureat, wrote the Verses.