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Postscript.

Relies; which drove the Distemper into his Bowels ;and in a short time put a Period to his Life. TheMoment in which he expired, he cried out, with aVoice that expressed the most intense Fervor of De-votion,

My God, my Father, and my Friend,

Do not forsake me at my End ,§

He was buried with great Funeral Pomp; but hisFriends seem to have thought his own Writings a moredurable Monument, than any they'could erect to hisMemory. And in them we view the Image of a Mindwhich was naturally Serious and Solid ; richly furnished,and adorned, with all the Ornaments of Art, and Sci-ence ; and those Ornaments unaffectedly disposed in themost regular, and eligent Order. His Imagination mighthave probably been more fruitful and sprightly, if hisjudgment had been less severe: But that Severity (deli-vered in a Masculine, Clear, succtnct Stile) contributedto make him so eminent in the Didactical Manner, thatno Man with Justice can affirm he was ever equalled byany os our own Nation, without confessing at the fametime that he is inferior to none. In some other Kinds ofWriting his Genius seems to have wanted lire to attainthe Point of Perfection : But, who can attain it!

Mr. Fenton concludes these curious Particulars of the-Karl of Rt/comon's Life, (which it is strongly to be pre-sumed were communicated to him by Dean Chetwood)with informing us, that, Mr. Waller addressed the Poemto his Lordship, on his Translation of Horace's Artof Poetry. Ann. Ætat. 75.

§ Soe his Translation of the Diet Ir.-r, Diet Ille.

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