Time numbers motion yet (without a crime
*Gainst old truth)motion number'd out his time:
And like an engine mov'd with wheel and weight,
His principles being ceas'd, he ended strait.

Rest, that gives all men life, gave him his death,
And too much breathing put him out of breath;
Nor were it contradiction to affirm,

Too long vacation hasten'd on his term.
Merely to drive the time away he sicken'd,
Fainted and died nor would with ale be quicken'd.
Nay, quoth he, on his swooning-bed outstretch'd,
If I may'nt carry, sure I'll ne'er be fetch'd;

But vow, though the cross doctors all stood hearers,
For one carrier put down. to make six bearers.
Ease was his chief disease, and to judge right,
He dy'd for heaviness that his cart went light.
His leisure told him that his time was come,
And lack of load made his life burthensome,
That e'en to his last breath, (there be that say't)
As he were press'd to death, he cry'd more weight;
But had his doings lasted as they were,

He had been an immortal carrier.

Obedient to the moon he spent his date
In course reciprocal, and had his fate
Link'd to the mutual flowing of the seas,

Yet (strange to think) his wain was his increase;
His letters are deliver'd all and gone,

Only remains this superscription.

Mr. Thomas Hobson was a carrier, and the first man in this island who let out hackney horses. He lived in Cambridge, and observing that the scholars rid hard, his manner was to keep a large stable of horses, with boots, bridles, and whips to furnish the gentlemen at once, without going from college to college to borrow; as they have done since the death of this worthy man : I say Mr. Hobson kept a stable of forty good cattle, always ready and fit for travelling; but when a man came for a horse he was led into the stable, where there was great choice, but he obliged him to take the horse next to the stable door; so that every customer was alike well served according to his chance, and every horse ridden with the same justice: from whence it became a proverb, when what ought to be your election was forced upon you, to say Hobson's choice.

It is said of him, that he raised himself to a great estate, and did much good in the town, relieving the poor, and building a public conduit in the market-place. The inscription on the conduit is as follows:

THOMAS HOBSON,

Late carrier between London and this town, In his life-time was at the sole charge of erecting this structure A. D. 1614.

He departed this life January 1, 1630,

And gave by will the rent of seven lays of pastureground lying in St. Thomas's Lays, towards the maintenance of this conduit for ever.

Moreover at his death he gave £10 towards the further beautifying the same.

The water is brought to this conduit by a small channel from a brook about three miles from the 'town, and is conveyed beneath the principal street by an aqueduct to the conduit, which is built with stone, and decorated with rude carvings.

N

ON THE HON. COL GARDINER,

Who bravely fell at the battle of Preston Pans, in the year 1745.

While fainter merit asks the pow'rs of verse,
One faithful line shall Gardiner's worth rehearse.
The bleeding hero, and the martyr'd saint,
Transcends the poet's praise, the herald's paint.
His the best path to fame, that e'er was trod !
And surely his the noblest road to God!

ON MR. ELIJAH FENTON,

At Easthamsted in Berks, 1730.

* This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say, here lies an honest man.

A poet blest beyond the poet's fate,

Whom heav'n kept sacred from the proud and great:

Foe to loud praise, and friend to learned ease,
Content with science in the vale of peace.

Calmly he look'd on either life, and here

Saw nothing to regret, or there to fear;
From nature's temp'rate feast rose satisfy'd,
Thank'd heav'n that he had liv'd, and that he dy'd.

*This plain floor

Believe me, reader, can say more
Than many a braver marble can,
Here lies a truly honest man.

Crashaw.

ON JOHN MILTON.

Three poets in three distant ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn :
The first in loftiness of thought surpast;
The next in majesty; in both the last.
The force of nature could no farther go;
To make a third, she join'd the former two.

The remains of Milton were interred in the church of St. Giles, Cripplegate, and his obsequies were attended by persons of the greatest respectability. Near the spot was erected in the year 1793, an elegant monument, containing a bust of the deceased, with the following inscription beneath it:

JOHN MILTON,

Author of Paradise Lost,
Born December, 1608,

Died November, 1674,

His father, John Milton, died March, 1646.
They were both interred in this church.

SAMUEL WHITBREAD Posuit, 1793.

At the bottom of this inscription the sculptor has placed a flaming sword, around which a serpent entwines itself, and in whose mouth an apple is held, emblematical of the tran:giession of our first parents!

In the year 1737, William Benson, esq. offered a similar token of regard by placing a bust of Milton, carved by Rysbrack, in Westminster Abbey.

It had been reported, that James the second, when duke of York, said, "That the blindness of Milton was a judgement of heaven upon him for his daring impiety in writing against his father Charles the first."-"Be it so, then," replied Milton; "but what was the execution of the duke's father upon a public scaffold."

Gasnevin, Ireland.

ON THOMAS TICKEL, ESQ.

Read Tickel's name, and gently tread the clay
Where lie his sole remains that could decay :
Then pensive sigh, and through fair science trace
His mind, adorn'd with ev'ry pleasing grace.

Worth, such as Rome wou'd have confess'd her own;
Wit, such as Athens wou'd have proudly shewn.
Substance to thought, and weight to fancy join'd;
A judgement perfect, and a taste refin'd.
Admir'd by Gay, by Addison belov'd;

Esteem'd by Swift, by Pope himself approv'd;
His spirit, rais'd by that sublime he knew,
Hence to the seat of bright perfection flew ;
Leaving, to sorrowful Cletilda here,
A mournful heart, and never-ceasing tear.

Stow, Buckinghamshire.

JOHN LOCKE,

Who best of all philosophers
Understood the power of the human mind;