To his friend, Dr. Ireland, the dean of Westminster, who was the depositary of Mr. Gifford’s wishes in his last moments, he addressed, during their early career, the following imitation of the “Otium Divos Rogat” of Horace.--“I transcribe it,” says Mr. Gifford, “for the press, with mingled sensations of gratitude and delight, at the favourable change of circumstances which we have both experienced since it was written.” Wolfe rush’d on death in manhood’s bloom, Paulet crept slowly to the tomb; Here breath, there fame was given: And that wise Power who weighs our lives, By _contras_, and by _pros_, contrives To keep the balance even. To thee she gave two piercing eyes, A body, just of Tydeus’ size, A judgment sound, and clear; A mind with various science fraught, A liberal soul, a threadbare coat, And forty pounds a year. To me, one eye, not over good; Two sides, that, to their cost, have stood A ten years’ hectic cough; Aches, stitches, all the numerous ills That swell the dev’lish doctors’ bills, And sweep poor mortals off. A coat more bare than thine; a soul That spurns the crowd’s malign controul; A fix’d contempt of wrong; Spirits above affliction’s pow’r, And skill to charm the lonely hour With no inglorious song. [12] The matter is of no consequence--no, not even to myself. From my family I derived nothing but a name which is more, perhaps, than I shall leave: but (to check the sneers of rude vulgarity) that family was among the most ancient and respectable of this part of the country, and, not more than three generations from the present, was counted among the wealthiest.--Σχιας οναρ! [13] He had gone with Bamfylde Moor Carew, then an old man. [14] Her maiden name was Elizabeth Cain. My father’s christian name was Edward. [15] This consisted of several houses, which had been thoughtlessly suffered to fall into decay, and of which the rents had been so long unclaimed, that they could not now be registered unless by an expensive litigation. [16] Of my brother here introduced for the last time, I must yet say a few words. He was literally, The child of misery baptized in tears;