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Sequester'd from the various calamities of life,
The remains of Benjamin Dove,
Doćtor, and dealer in politics ;
Whose courage and intrepidity exposed him
to many dangers and difficulties, and at
last to death itself; for on the 26th
of May, 1754, he fell a viếtim,
not to the fword, but to the glaß.
He was in all respećts a truly worthy man ;
A kind and steady friend,
A generous benefaćtor,
A warm patriot,
An agreeable companion,
A cutter of jokes,
And a great canvaffer at elećtions.
In the most corrupt and abandon'd age,
He maintain'd his independency,
Difdain'd every bribe ;
Nċr cou’d the arts and infinuations of the wicked
Induce him once to play
The part of a řack-of-both fides ;
But ever fix’d and determin’d in his choice,
And aided by the arms of Bacchus,
He gain'd many profelytes to the cause
For which he died.
He was a good Christian in his day,
And rather inclin'd to the Church than to the Synagogue ;
- A man of Virtue, -
Tho” a lover of the Wenches.
Some faults he had,
But none that his friends could fee,
Or that his enemies can remember.
Farewel, dear friend, thy glass is run ;
Death has a F1 N 1 s Fix d to FU N.
Those jokes which o'er the mantling bowl
Regal'd the heart, and chear’d the /ou/,
And gain'd thy patriot friend a vote,
Must, with thy virtues, be forgot :
? et, of a thousand, one in ten, -
May/brug, perhaps, and cry - Poo R BEN !
We shall conclude this fpecies of poetry with a droll and fatirical Epitaph written by Mr. Pope, which we transcribed from a monument in Lord Cobham's gardens at Stow in Buckinghan/hire.
To the Memory of S 1GN I o R FI Do, An Italian of good Extraćtion ; Who came into England, Not to bite us, like most of his Countrymen, But to gain an honeft Livelyhood. He hunted not after Fame, Yet acquir'd it ; Regardless of the Praise of his Friends, but most sensible of their Love. Tho’ he liv'd amongst the Great, He neither learnt nor statter’d any Vice. He was no Bigot, Tho’ he doubted of none of the 39 Articles. And, if to follow Nature, and to respećt the Laws of Society, be Philosophy, he was a perfećt Philosopher ; a faithful Friend, an agreeable Companion, a loving Husband, distinguish’d by a numerous Offspring, all which he liv'd to fee take good Courses, In his old Age he retired to the House of a Clergyman in the Country, where he finished his earthly Race, and died an Honour and an Example to the whole Species. Reader, This Stone is guiltless of Flattery, for he to whom it is inscrib’d was not a MAN, but a GREY-HoUND.
T H E Elegy is a mournful and plaintive, but yet a sweet
and engaging kind of poem. It was first invented
to bewail the death of a friend, and afterwards us'd to ex-
press the complaints of lovers, or any other doleful and
melancholy subjećt. In process of time not only matters
of grief, but joy, wishes, prayers, expostulations, reproaches,
admonitions, and almost every other subject, were admitted
into Elegy; however, funeral lamentations and affairs of love
feem most agreeable to its character.
The plan of an Elegy, as indeed of all other poems,
ought to be made before a line is written ; or else the author
will ramble in the dark, and his verses have no dependance
on each other. No epigrammatic points or conceits, none of
those fine things which most people are fo fond of in every
fort of poem, can be allow'd in this, but must give place to
nobler beauties, those of Nature and the Paffions. Elegy
rejects whatever is facetious, fatirica', or majestic, and is
content to be plain, decent, and unaffected ; yet in this
humble state is she sweet and engaging, elegant and attractive.
This poem is adorn'd with frequent commiferations, complaints,
exclamations, addreffes to things or persons, short and proper
digreffions, allustans, comparisons, pro/poparias or feigned per-
fons, and fometimes with fhort descriptions. The dićtion
ought to be free from any har/%neß ; neat, ea/, perspicuous,
expressive of the manners, tender, and pathetic ; and the
numbers should be smooth and flowing, and captivate the ear
with their uniform sweetness and delicacy.
For an example of a good and mournful Elegy, I shall infert one written by Mr. Pope, which will give the reader a just idea of the tender and plaintive character of this kind of poem.
To the memory of an umfortunate LAD Y.
What beck’ning ghost along the moonlight fhade Invites my step, and points to yonder glade ?