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against general rules ; and though one of them has deserved a greater commendation than I could give her, they have taken care that I should not tire my pen with frequent exercise on the like subjects; that praises, like taxes, should be appropriated, and left almost as individual as the person. They say, my talent is satire; if it be so, it is a fruitful

age, and there is an extraordinary crop to gather. But a single hand is insufficient for such a harvest : they have sown the dragon's teeth themselves, and it is but just they should reap each other in lampoons. You, my lord, who have the character of honour, though it is not my happiness to know you, may stand aside, with the small remainders of the English nobility, truly such, and, unhurt yourselves, behold the mad combat. If I have pleased you, and some few others, I have obtained my end. You see I have disabled myself, like an elected Speaker of the House ; yet, like him, I have undertaken the charge, and find the burden sufficiently recompensed by the honour. Be pleased to accept of these my unworthy labours, this paper monument; and let her pious memory, which I am sure is sacred to you, not only plead the pardon of my many faults, but gain me your protection, which is ambitiously sought by,


Your Lordship’s

Most obedient servant,


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The introduction. Of her charity. Of her prudent management:

Of her humility. Of her piety. Of her various virtues. Of her conjugal virtues. Of her love to her children. Her care of their education. Of her friendship. Reflections on the shortness of her life. The manner of her death. Her preparedness to die. Apostrophe to her soul. Epiphonema, or close of the poem.

As when some great and gracious monarch dies,
Soft whispers first, and mournful murmurs, rise
Among the sad attendants; then the sound
Soon gathers voice, and spreads the news around,
Through town and country, till the dreadful blast
Is blown to distant colonies at last,
Who then, perhaps, were offering vows in vain,
For his long life, and for his happy reign :

So slowly, by degrees, unwilling fame
Did matchless Eleonora's fate proclaim,
Till public as the loss the news became.

The nation felt it in the extremest parts,
With eyes o’erflowing, and with bleeding hearts;
But most the poor, whom daily she supplied,
Beginning to be such, but when she died.
For, while she lived, they slept in peace by night,
Secure of bread, as of returning light,
And with such firm dependence on the day,
That need grew pamper'd, and forgot to pray ;
So sure the dole, so ready at their call,
They stood prepared to see the manna fall

. Such multitudes she fed, she clothed, she nurst, That she herself might fear her wanting first. Of her five talents, other five she made; Heaven, that had largely given, was largely paid ; And in few lives, in wond'rous few, we find A fortune better fitted to the mind. Nor did her alms from ostentation fall, Or proud desire of praise—the soul gave

all : Unbribed it gave ; or, if a bribe appear, No less than heaven, to heap huge treasures there.

Want pass'd for merit at her open door : Heaven saw, he safely might increase his poor, And trust their sustenance with her so well, As not to be at charge of miracle. None could be needy, whom she saw or knew; All in the compass of her sphere she drew : He, who could touch her garment, was as suire, As the first Christians of the apostles' cure. The distant heard, by fame, her pivus ultus; Anun? her up for their extremest needs; A fiordial for a fainting mind; Fc vas ne'er refused, all hoped to find, Each in si turn: the rich might freely come, As to a: 11, und ; but, to the poor, 'twas home.

As to some holy house the afflicted came,
The hunger-starved, the naked, and the lame,
Want and diseases fled before her name.
For zeal like her's her servants were too slow;
She was the first, where need required, to go;
Herself the foundress and attendant too.

Sure she had guests sometimes to entertain,
Guests in disguise, of her great Master's train:
Her Lord himself might come, for aught we know,
Since in a seryant's form he lived below :
Beneath her roof he might be pleased to stay ;
Or some benighted angel, in his way,
Might ease his wings, and, seeing heaven appear
In its best work of mercy, think it there;
Where all the deeds of charity and love
Were in as constant method as above,
All carried on; all of a piece with theirs ;
As free her alms, as diligent her cares ;
As loud her praises, and as warm her prayers.

Yet was she not profuse; but fear'd to waste, And wisely managed, that the stock might last; That all might be supplied, and she not grieve, Wheị crowds appear'd, she had not to relieve : Which to prevent, she still increased her store ; Laid up, and spared, that she might give the more. So Pharoah, or some greater king than he, Provided for the seventh necessity ;t Taught from above his magazines to frame, That famine was prevented ere it came. Thus beaven, though all-sufficient, shews a thrift In his economy, and bounds his gift; Crear el im day one single light, And his reflection too supralis the night: bisi Perhaps a thousand other" hi ds, that lj) 91130) Remote from us, and lati fin the sky. *now 16

+ In allusion to the provisić nade in Egypt, during the seven years of plenty, for the succeeding years of famine. VOL. XI.



Are lighten’d by his beams, and kindly nurst,
Of which our earthly dunghill is the worst.

Now, as all virtues keep the middle line,
Yet somewhat more to one extreme incline,
Such was her soul; abhorring avarice,
Bounteous, but almost bounteous to a vice:
Had she given more, it had profusion been,
And turn'd the excess of goodness into sin.

These virtues raised her fabric to the sky ;
For that which is next heaven is charity.
But as high turrets for their airy steep
Require foundations in proportion deep,
And lofty cedars as far upward shoot
As to the nether heavens they drive the root;
So low did her secure foundation lie,
She was not humble, but humility.
Scarcely she knew that she was great, or fair,
Or wise, beyond what other women are,
Or, which is better, knew, but neverdurst compare.
For, to be conscious of what all admire,
And not be vain, advances virtue higher.
But still she found, or rather thought she found,
Her own worth wanting, others to abound;
Ascribed above their due to every one,
Unjust and scanty to herself alone.

Šuch her devotion was, as might give rules
Of speculation to disputing schools,
And teach us equally the scales to hold
Betwixt the two extremes of hot and cold ;
That pious heat may moderately prevail,
And we be warm’d, but not be scorch'd with zeal.
Business might shorten, not disturb, her prayer ;
Heaven had the best, if not the greater share.
An active life long orisons forbids;
Yet still she pray'd, for still she pray'd by deeds.

Her every day was sabbath ; only free
From hours of prayer, for hours of charity.

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