be in danger; but daily growing more languid and dejected, on the 20th of July a fever feized upon his fpirits. The last time the keeper faw him was on July the 31ft, when SAVAGE, feeing him at his bed-fide, faid, with uncommon earnestness, “I have something to fay to you, Sir;" but after a pause, moved his hand in a melancholy manner, and finding himself unable to recollect what he was going to communicate, added, “It " is over." The keeper soon after left him; and the next morning he was found dead.

SECT.

SECT. XII.

HOGARTH.

CHURCHILL is faid to have killed HOGARTH by the ftroke of his pen. The painter made a caricature of CHURCHILL, and he in return wrote a fatire on HOGARTH. He thus defcribes him:

Pale quiv'ring lips, lank cheeks, and fault'ring tongue,

The fpirits out of tune, the nerves unftrung,
Thy body fhrivell'd up, thy dim eyes funk
Within their fockets deep, thy weak hams fhrunk,
The body's weight unable to sustain,

The stream of life fcarce trembling through the

vein,

More than half-kill'd by honest truths, which fell, Through thy own fault, from men who wifh'd thee well;

Canft thou, e'en thus, thy thoughts to vengeance give,

And, dead to all things elfe, to malice live?
Hence, dotard, to thy clofet, fhut thee in,
By deep repentance wash away thy fin;
From haunts of men to fhame and forrow fly,
And, in the verge of death, learn how to die.

Vain exhortation! Wafh the Ethiop white,
Discharge the leopard's fpots, turn day to night,
Controul the courfe of nature, &c.—

Thou wretched being, whom, on Reason's plan,
So chang'd, fo loft, I cannot call a man,
What could perfuade thee, at this time of life,
To launch afresh into the fea of strife?
Better for thee, scarce crawling on the earth,
Almoft as much a child as at thy birth,
To have refign'd in peace thy parting breath,
And funk unnoticed in the arms of death.
Now, by my foul, it makes me blush to know
My fpirits could defcend to fuch a foe,
&c. &c.

HOGARTH did not long furvive this fatire.

SECT.

SECT. XIII.

STORY OF A WIDOW LADY.

A WIDOW lady, who loft an affectionate hufband, an officer, was left in narrow circumftances, with a boy and girl, two beautiful and lively children, the one five and the other feven years of age; as her circumstances allowed her to keep but one maid fervant, the two children were the fole attention, employment, and confolation of her life; the fed them, dreffed them, flept with them, and taught them herself. They were both fnatched from her by a putrid fore throat in one week; fo that the poor woman loft, at once, all that employed her, as well as all that was dear to her. For the firft three or four days after their death, when any friend vifited her, the fat upright, with her eyes wide ореп, without shedding tears, and without utterance.

Afterwards the

began to weep much, and foon inceffantly talked of nothing but of her dear children. Bereaved of all that made exiftence pleasant, a heavy gloom fettled upon her mind, and her body became in confequence daily more emaciated and weak. Thefe, indeed, are evils too terrible for the weaknefs of humanity to bear, and which admit of no remedy but the grave

SECT.

SECT. XIV.

MATILDA.

OUTRAGEOUS did the loud winds blow
Across the founding main:

The veffel, toffing to and fro,
Could fcarce the ftorm fuftain.

MATILDA to her fearful breast
Held close her infant dear:
His prefence all her fears increas'd,
And wak'd the tender tear.

Now nearer to the grateful fhore
The moving veffel drew:

The daring waves now ceas'd to roar,
Now fhout th' exulting crew.

MATILDA, with a mother's joy,
Gave thanks to Heaven's pow'r :
How fervent she embrac'd her boy!
How bleft the faving hour!

Oh! much deceiv'd and hapless fair,
Though ceas'd the waves to roar,
Thou, from that fatal moment, ne'er

Can't taste of pleasure more.

For,