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,l we will not celebrate your memory with tears,“ but admiration! Whatever we loved in you (a3* the beft of authors * fpeaks of that belt governor

of Britain ), whatever we admired in- you, flill“ continues, and will continue in the memory of“ men, the revolutions of ages, and the annals of“ time. Many are the inglorious and ignoble bu-“ ried in oblivion, but Sidney (hall live to the end“ of time ! For as the Grecian Poet has it—

Virtue itfelf’s beyond the reach of Fate.”'

Sir Philip Sidney was born in November, 1 554,during the reign of Philip and- Mary. His earlyand wonderful proficiency in every branch of claf-fical and modern literature, induced his father , therenowned Sir Henry Sidney (after a fhort time fpentat Chrift’s College), to fend him on his travels, atan age generally immature, being ©nly twelve yearsold; and, from that moment, his public life maybe faid to have commenced.

One of his biographers and conflant companions,Grevile Lord Brooke, indeed, fays of him, evenat this period f—■

“ That though he lived with him, and knew him“ fr° m a child, that he never found him other than“ a man.”

* Tacit, de Agric.

F Lord Lrooke’s Life, p. 6j y, and 8.

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