forty years, without any crime proved against him, the fentiment had been just and pathetical; but why fhould Trumbal be congratulated upon his liberty, who had never known restraint? III. On the Hon. SIMON HARCOURT, only Son of the Lord To this fad fhrine, whoe'er thou art, draw near, How vain is reason, eloquence how weak! This epitaph is principally remarkable for the artful introduction of the name, which is inferted with a peculiar felicity, to which chance must concur with genius, which no man can hope to attain twice, and which cannot be copied but with fervile imita tion. I cannot but wifh that, of this infcription, the two laft lines had been omitted, as they take away from the energy what they do not add to the fenfe. IV. On JAMES CRAGGS, Efq. in Westminster-Abbey. JACOBUS CRAGGS, REGI MAGNAE BRITANNIAE A SECRETIS ET CONSILIIS SANCTIORIBVS PRINCIPIS PARITER AC POPULI AMOR ET DELICIAE: VIXIT TITULIS ET INVIDIA MAJOR, ANNOS HEV PAVCOS, XXXV. OB. FEB. XVI. MDCCXX. Statesman, yet friend to truth! of foul fincere, Prais'd, wept, and honour'd, by the Mufe he lov'd. The lines on Craggs were not originally intended for an epitaph; and therefore fome faults are to be imputed to the violence with which they are torn from the poems that first contained them. We may, however, observe fome defects. There is a redundancy of words in the first couplet: it is fuperfluous to tell of him, who was fincere, true, and faithful, that he was in honour clear. There feems to be an oppofition intended in the fourth line, which is not very obvious: where is the relation between the two pofitions, that he gained no title and loft no friend? It may be proper here to remark the abfurdity of joining, in the fame infcription, Latin and English, or verfe and profe. If either language be preferable to the other, let that only be used; for no reason can be given why part of the information fhould be given in one tongue, and part in another, on a tomb, more than in any other place, on any other occafion; and to tell all that can be conveniently told in verse, and then to call-in the help of profe, has always the appearance of a very artless expedient, or of an attempt unaccomplished. Such an epitaph resembles the the conversation of a foreigner, who tells part of his meaning by words, and conveys part by signs, V. Intended for Mr. Rowe. In Westminster-Abbey. Of this infcription the chief fault is, that it belongs lefs to Rowe, for whom it was written, than to Dryden, who was buried near him; and indeed gives very little information concerning either. To with, Peace to thy fhade, is too mythological to be admitted into a Christian temple: the ancient worship has infected almost all our other compofitions, and might therefore be contented to spare our epitaphs. Let fiction, at leaft, ceafe with life, and let us be serious over the grave. VI. On Mrs. CORBET, who died of a Cancer in ber Breaft *. Bleft with plain reason, and with sober sense; * In the North aile of the parish church of St. Margaret Weftminster. H. Paffion Paffion and pride were to her foul unknown, I have always confidered this as the most valuable of all Pope's epitaphs; the subject of it is a character not discriminated by any shining or eminent peculiarities; yet that which really makes, though not the splendor, the felicity of life, and that which every wife man will choose for his final and lasting companion in the languor of age, in the quiet of privacy, when he departs weary and difgufted from the oftentatious, the volatile, and the vain. Of such a character, which the dull overlook, and the gay defpife, it was fit that the value fhould be made known, and the dignity established. Domestick 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 fuch a manner as might attract regard, and enforce reverence. Who can forbear to lament that this amiable woman has no name in the verses? If the particular lines of this infcription be examined, it will appear lefs faulty than the reft. There is scarcely one line taken from common places, unless it be that in which only Virtue is faid to be our own. I once heard a Lady of great beauty and excellence object to the fourth line, that it contained an unnatural and incredible panegyrick. Of this let the Ladies judge. VII. On VII. On the Monument of the Hon. ROBERT DIGBY, and of his Sifter MARY, erected by their Father the Lord DIGBY, in the Church of Sherbourne in Dorfetfhire, 1727. Go! fair example of untainted youth, Lover of peace, and friend of human kind: And thou, bleft maid! attendant on his doom, Yet take thefe tears, Mortality's relief, This epitaph contains of the brother only a ge neral indifcriminate character, and of the fifter tells nothing but that fhe died. The difficulty in writing epitaphs is to give a particular and appropriate praise. This, however, is not always to be performed, whatever be the diligence or ability of the writer; for the greater part of mankind have no character at all, have little that distinguishes them from others equally good |