The public were, at all events, kept in the dark, lest Jacobite mobs should make riotous demonstrations at the ceremony. ‘On Friday, May 12th,’ says Sylvanus Urban, ‘the Corpse of Bishop Atterbury was privately interred in his Vault in Westminster Abbey. On the Urn which contained his Bowels, &c., was inscribed: “In hac Urnâ depositi sunt cineres Francisci Atterburi Episcopi Roffensis.” Among his papers brought over by Mr. Morrice was “Harmonia Evangelica,” in a new and clearer Method than any yet publish’d. ’Tis also said he translated Virgil’s “Georgics,” which he sent to a friend with the following Lines prefix’d, Haec ego lusi Ad Sequanæ ripas, Tamesino a flumine longe Jam senior, fractusque, sed ipsa morte meorum Quos colui, patriæque memor, neque degener usquam.’ They who were of the prelate’s way of thinking made him, in one sense, speak, or be felt, even in his grave. The body of the Jacobite Bishop of Rochester had scarcely been deposited at the west end of the south aisle of Westminster Abbey, of which he had been the Dean, when copies of an epigrammatic epitaph were circulating from hand to hand, and were being read with hilarity or censure in the various London coffee-houses and taverns. It ran to another tune than that made upon him by Prior, namely:―― His foes, when dead great Atterbury lay, Shrunk at his corse, and trembled at his clay. Ten thousand dangers to their eyes appear, Great as their guilt and certain as their fear! T’ insult a deathless corse, alas! is vain; Well for themselves, and well employ’d their pain, Could they secure him,――not to rise again! The printsellers reaped a harvest by selling the Bishop’s portrait. The most popular was sold by Cholmondely in Holborn, but he was had up before the Secretary of State, and was terrified by that official into suppressing the sale. [Sidenote: _AT SCARBOROUGH._]