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THY Reliques, Rowe, to this fair Urn we trust,
Beneath a rude and nameless stone he lies,
He altered it much for the better, as it now ftands on the Mo
nument in the Abbey, erected to Rowe and his Daughter
Thy Reliques, Rows! to this fad fhrine we truft,
And near thy SHAKESPEAR place thy honour'd bust.
To thefe, fo mourn'd in death, fo lov'd in life!
VER. 3. Beneath a rude] The tomb of Mr. Dryden was erected upon this hint by the Duke of Buckingham; to which was originally intended this Epitaph;
Peace to thy gentle fhade, and endless reft!
"This Sheffield rais'd. The facred duft below
Was Dryden once: The reft who does not know?" which the Author fince changed into the plain infcription now upon it, being only the name of that great Poet:
Natus Aug 9 1631. Mortuus Maij 1. 1700.
JOANNES SHEFFIELD DUX BUCKINGHAMIENSIS POSUIT.
IT was always understood that Pope had a fincere regard for Rowe; but the following extraordinary anecdote is related from Mr. Spence's Collections:
"Rowe, in Mr. Pope's opinion, maintained a decent character, but had no heart. Mr. Addison was juftly offended with fome behaviour which arose from that want, and eftranged himself from him, which Rowe felt very feverely. Mr. Pope, their common friend, knowing this, took an opportunity, at fome juncture of Mr. Addifon's advancement, to tell him how poor Rowe was grieved at his displeasure, and what fatisfaction he expreffed at Mr. Addison's good fortune; which he expreffed fo naturally, that he (Mr. Pope) could not but think him fincere. Mr. Addifon replied, I do not fufpect that he feigned; but the levity of his heart is fuch, that he is ftruck with any new adventure; and it would affect him juft in the fame manner, if he heard I was going to be hanged.' Mr. Pope faid, he could not deny but Mr. Addison understood Rowe well." WARTON.
I cannot pass by the note from Spence's Anecdotes, respecting Rowe, without animadverfion. I tremble for every character, when
when I hear any thing of "SPENCE'S ANECDOTES!" Neither friend nor foe are spared. He feems to have opened his mouth and his ears to every thing Pope told him; and it makes the heart almoft fick to think how often Pope has altered his tone, and that the BEST MAN in the world with him one moment, has afterwards "NO HEART!" Poor Rowe is the man, whose amiable difpofition and warm feelings, Pope fo eloquently deferibed in his Letters. But I am weary, in contemplating this part of Pope's character.
ON MRS. CORBET*,
WHO DIED OF A CANCER IN HER BREAST.
ERE refts a Woman, good without pretence,
Bleft with plain Reason, and with fober Senfe; No Conqueft fhe, but o'er herself, defir'd, No Arts effay'd, but not to be admir'd. Paffion and Pride were to her foul unknown, Convinc'd that Virtue only is our own. So unaffected, fo compos'd a mind; So firm, yet soft; so strong, yet so refin'd ; Heav'n, as its pureft gold, by Tortures try'd! The Saint sustain'd it, but the Woman dy'd.
• I have always confidered this as the most valuable of Pope's Epitaphs; the fubject of it is a character not difcriminated by any fhining or eminent peculiarities, yet that which really makes, though not the fplendor, the felicity of life.
Domestic virtue, as it is exerted without great occafions, or confpicuous confequences, in an even unnoted tenor, required the genius of Pope to display it in such a manner as might attract regard, and enforce reverence. Who can forbear to lament that this amiable woman has no name in the verses? JOHNSON.
VER. 10. the Woman dy'd.] A very pleafing picture of filent domeftic virtue!
On the Monument of the Honourable ROBERT DIgby, and of his Sifter MARY, erected by their Father the Lord DIGBY, in the Church of Sherborne in Dorfet, Shire, 1727.
o! fair example of untainted youth,
Of modest wisdom, and pacific truth :
Compos'd in fuff'rings, and in joy fedate,
Who knew no Wish but what the world might hear ; Of foftest manners, unaffected mind,
peace, and friend of human kind:
Go live! for Heav'n's Eternal year is thine,
Go, and exalt thy Moral to Divine.
And thou, bleft Maid! attendant on his doom, Penfive haft follow'd to the filent tomb,
VER. 11. And thou, bleft Maid!] Mr. Robert Digby, third fon of Lord Digby, who is yet remembered with respect at Sherborne, died of a consumption, and was foon after followed by the amiable and affectionate fifter, who hung over his fick bed. The following letter from her fifter to Pope, on the fubject of their brother's illness, is in the British Museum, with part of the tranflation of the Odyssey on the back of it :
"Dear Sir, Sherborne, July 18, 1724. "I am fure this will want no excufe to you, and it carries good news of a friend. My brother has not had any fit of his