To Drayton's name, whose sacred dust
We recommend unto thy trust;

Protect his mem'ry and preserve his story,
Remain a lasting monument of his glory;
And when thy ruins shall disclaim
To be the treasurer of his name ;
His name, that cannot fade, shall be
An everlasting monument to thee.

ON CHARLES EARL OF DORSET,
In the Church of Withyam, in Sussex.
Ob. Jan. 29, 1705-6.

Dorset, the grace of courts, the muses' pride,
Patron of arts, and judge of nature, dy'd:
The scourge of pride, tho' sanctified or great,
Of fops in learning, and of knaves in state :
Yet soft his nature, tho' severe his lay,

His anger moral, and his wisdom gay.
Blest satirist! who touch'd the mean so true,
As shew'd vice had his hate, and pity too.
Blest courtier! who could king and country please,
Yet sacred keep his friendships and his ease.
Bless'd peer! his great forefather's ev'ry grace
Reflecting, and reflected in his race;

Where other Buckhursts, other Dorsets shine,
And patriots still, or poets, deck the line.

On Coleman, a plotting papist, in the reign of Charles II.

If heav'n be pleas'd, when sinners cease to sin
If hell be pleas'd, when sinners enter in ;

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If earth be pleas'd, when ridded of a knaye; Then all are pleas'd-for Coleman's in his grave.

ON MR JOHN BEARD,

Late of Covent Garden Theatre.
Ob. February 5, 1791, Ætatis suæ 75.

Satire, be dumb! nor dream the scenic art
Must spoil the morals and corrupt the heart.

Here lies John Beard:

Confess with pensive pause,

His modesty was great as our applause.

Whence had that voice such magic to controul?

'Twas but the echo of a well-tun'd soul:

Thro' life, his morals and his music ram
Insymphony, and spoke the virtuous man.

Go, gentle harmonist, our hopes approve,
To meet, and hear thy sacred songs above;
When taught by thee, the stage of life well trod,
We rise to raptures round the throne of God.

Westminster Abbey.

(A 'translation.)

Here lies interred

SIR ISAAC NEWTON, Knight; Who, by the light of mathematical learning, and A force of mind almost divine, First explained

The motions and figures of the planets; The paths of the comets, and tides of the ocean; Discover'd, what no one before ever suspected, The difference of the rays of light,

And the distinction of colours thence arising. He was a diligent, penetrating, faithful interpreter Of nature, of antiquity, and the holy scripture. By his philosophy, he asserted the majesty of God, The greatest and most glorious of all beings; And by his morals, expressed the simplicity of the

gospel.

Let mortals congratulate themselves

That there has been so great, so good à man;
The glory of the human race.

Born Dec. 25, 1642, and died March 20, 1726.

Sir Isaac Newton, one of the greatest philosophers and mathematicians the world ever produced, was the only child of Mr. John Newton, of Colsterworth, not far from Grantham in Lincolnshire, who had an estate of about £120 per annum which he kept in his own hands. His father dying when he was young, his mother's brother, a clergyman of the name of Ayscough, or Askew, who lived near her, and directed all ber

affairs after the death of Mr. Newton, put her son to school at Grantham. When he had finished his school learning, his mother took him home, intending, as she had no other child, to have the pleasure of his company; and that he, as his father had done, should occupy his own estate. But his uncle happening to find him in a hay-loft at Grantham working a mathematical problem, and having otherwise observed the boy's mind to be uncommonly bent upon learning, he prevailed upon her to part with him;, and she sent him to Trinity College, Cambridge, where her brother, having himself been a member of it, had still many friends.-1664, he took the degree of bachelor of arts; and in 1668 that of master, being elected the year before fellow of his college. He was made warden of the mint in 1696; and in 1705 was knighted by queen Anne After his death he lay in state in the Jerusalem chamber at Westminster, and on the 28th of March, his body was conveyed into Westminster Abbey; the pall being supported by the lord chancellor, the dukes of Montrose and Roxburgh, and the earls of Pembroke, Sussex, and Macclesfield. The bishop of Rochester read the funeral office, being attended by all clergy of the church.

Sir Isaac was of a middling stature, and in the latter part of his life somewhat inclined to be fat. His countenance was pleasing, and at the same time venerable. He never made use of spectacles, and lost but one tooth in his whole life.

His temper is said to have been so equal and mild, that no accident could disturb it. Of this the following remarkable instance is related. Sir Isaac had a favorite little dog, which he called Diamond; and being one day called out of his study into the next room, Diamond was left behind. When Sir Isaac returned, having been absent but a few minutes, he had the mortification to find, that Diamond having thrown down a lighted candle among some papers, the nearly finished labour of many years was in flames, and almost consumed to ashes.

This loss, as sir Isaac was then very far advanced in years, was irretrievable; yet, without once striking the dog, he only rebuked him with this exclamation, "Oh! Diamond! Diamond! thou little knowest the mischief thou hast done!"

Lines intended for his monument.

Approach, ye wise of soul, with awe divine!
'Tis Newton's name that consecrates this shrine:
That sun of knowledge, whose meridian ray
Kindled the gloom of nature into day,

That soul of science, that unbounded mind!
That genius which exalted human kind!
Confest supreme of men! his country's pride,
And half esteem'd an angel-till he dy'd:
Who in the eye of heav'n, like Enoch stood,
And thro' the paths of knowledge walk'd with God:
Who made his fame a sea without a shore,

And but forsook this world to know the laws of more.

In the ante-chapel of Trinity College, Cambridge, stands a noble statue of Sir Isaac Newton, executed by Roubiliac, of which the following poetical description has been given,

Hark! where the organ, full and clear,
With loud hosannas charms the ear,
Behold (a prism within his hands)
Absorb'd in thought great Newton stands!
Such was his brow, and look serene,

His serious gait, and musing mien,