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With rude unnatural jargon to support, Half Scotch, half English, a declining court; To make most glaring contraries unite, And prove beyond dispute that black is white; To make firm Honour tamely league with Shame, Make Vice and Virtue differ but in name; To prove that chains and freedom are but one, That to be saved must mean to be undone, Is there not Guthrie? Who, like him, can call All opposites to proof, and conquer all ?


So many

davits were produced on the part of the under-sheriff, among the rest, one Revie, who had lived near Charing-Cross forty years, swore that he never saw a criminal so publicly exposed upon the pillory before as Shebbeare was; upon this Lord Mansfield observed “to be sure the face of a man who stands upright looking through the pillory is more exposed to view than it would be if his head were bent down in it. affidavits so studiously and artfully penned, to be safely sworn in one sense and read in another, are an aggravation.” An attachment accordingly issued, and Beardmore was sentenced to pay a fine of thirty pounds, and to be committed to custody for two months.

Shebbeare, on the accession of George the Third, had a pension of £200 per annum conferred upon him, and from thenceforth wielded his pen in defence of government; he died in 1788.

315 William Guthrie compiled a peerage on the plan of Sir William Dugdale and Collins, each individual article being first submitted to the immediate inspection of the representative of the noble family treated of. Notwithstanding this degree of care, when published, it was found to contain an unpardonable number of errors in every department, many of them as gross and palpable as those mentioned by the poet. Dates, names, and sexes, were repeatedly mistaken or transposed, and thus almost every article was rendered a medley of


He calls forth living waters from the rock;
He calls forth children from the barren stock:
He, far beyond the springs of Nature led,
Makes women bring forth after they are dead:
He, on a curious, new, and happy plan,
In wedlock's sacred bands joins man to man;
And, to complete the whole, most strange, but

By some rare magic, makes them fruitful too, 321
Whilst from their loins, in the due course of years,
Flows the rich blood of Guthrie's English Peers.

Dost thou contrive some blacker deed of shame, Something which Nature shudders but to name, Something which makes the soul of man retreat, And the life-blood run backward to her seat? Dost thou contrive, for some base private end, Some selfish view, to hang a trusting friend, To lure him on, e’en to his parting breath, And promise life to work him surer death ? Grown old in villany, and dead to grace, Hell in his heart and Tyburn in his face,



absurdities. Guthrie was otherwise not a contemptible writer; he was retained by administration to undertake the defence of government, this he did in various pamphlets now deservedly forgotten, and in a tory History of England, which is by no means destitute of merit; his geographical grammar is a very useful school work, and has not yet been altogether superseded; he died in 1769.

827-340 These lines were originally written by our author with a view to be introduced into his threatened “Elegy, or Ayliffe's Ghost;" from the publication of which he was not to be deterred by the artful promises of a reverend mediator;



Behold, a parson at thy elbow stands,
Lowering damnation, and with open hands
Ripe to betray his Saviour for reward,
The Atheist chaplain of an Atheist lord.

Bred to the church, and for the gown decreed,
Ere it was known that I should learn to read;
Though that was nothing, for my friends, who knew
What mighty Dullness of itself could do,
Never design'd me for a working priest,
But hoped I should have been a Dean at least:
Condemn'd (like many more and worthier men
To whom I pledge the service of my pen) [lawn,
Condemn'd (whilst proud and pamper'd sons of
Cramm'd to the throat, in lazy plenty yawn)
In pomp of reverend beggary to appear,
To pray, and starve on forty pounds a-year.
My friends, who never felt the galling load,
Lament that I forsook the packhorse road,
Whilst Virtue to my conduct witness bears,
In throwing off that gown which Francis wears.



" the atheist chaplain of an atheist lord,” for some account of which transaction, see a note on the Epistle to Hogarth.

348 Our author had composed about fifty lines of a poem entitled “The Curate," and, as was generally his custom, repeated them in his family. In all probability he never committed them to writing, as they were not found among his papers. Indeed, his memory being remarkably tenacious, he rarely wrote his poems until they were required by the printer. He had two other poems in contemplation; Woman, a Satire on Man, and a Poem founded on the battle of Culloden.

867 The Rev. Philip Francis, the translator of Horace, chaplain to Lord Holland, at whose recommendation he was


What creature's that, so very pert and prim, So very full of foppery, and whim, So gentle, yet so brisk; so wondrous sweet, So fit to prattle at a lady's feet, Who looks, as he the Lord's rich vineyard trod, And by his garb appears a man of God? Trust not to looks, nor credit outward show; The villain lurks beneath the cassock'd beau ; That's an informer; what avails the name? Suffice it that the wretch from Sodom came. His tongue is deadly-from his presence run, Unless thy rage would wish to be undone. No ties can hold him, no affection bind, And fear alone restrains his coward mind;



promoted to the Rectory of Barrow in Suffolk, and to the chaplainship of Chelsea Hospital. He died in 1773. His Horace still retains its ground. Johnson, on its being on some occasion censured, observed, “ The lyrical part of Horace never can be perfectly translated, so much of the excellence is in the numbers and expression. Francis has done it the best: I'll take his five out of six against them all."

Another translation was, in 1793, attempted by Mr. William Boscawen, a Commissioner of the Victualling Office, an amiable man and an elegant scholar, but it is greatly inferior to those either of Francis or of Duncombe.

The late Sir Philip Francis, M. P., was the son of the Rev. Mr. Francis, and according to better evidence than applies to any other individual, was the author of Junius's letters, yet though the circumstantial evidence appears complete, it has failed in carrying conviction to the public or literary mind. Canning said of it, I cannot refute, but I do not believe.

883 John Cleland, the son of Colonel Cleland, who was the friend of Pope, and the Will Honeycomb of the Spectator, was author of an infamously licentious publication, rendered


Free him from that, no monster is so fell,
Nor is so sure a blood-hound found in hell.
His silken smiles, his hypocritic air,
His meek demeanour, plausible and fair,
Are only worn to pave Fraud's easier way,
And make gulld Virtue fall a surer prey.
Attend his church—his plan of doctrine view-
The preacher is a Christian, dull, but true;
But when the hallow'd hour of preaching's o'er,
That plan of doctrine's never thought of more ;
Christ is laid by neglected on the shelf,
And the vile priest is Gospel to himself.

By Cleland tutord, and with Blacow bred, (Blacow, whom, by a brave resentment led,


the more dangerous and seductive by the elegance of the language and assumed decency of expression, and which he soid, for 20 guineas to a bookseller, who cleared above £10,000 by the sale of it. Mr. Cleland having been summoned before the privy council on occasion of his work, pleaded poverty as his excuse, upon which Lord Granville very nobly settled an annuity of £100 per annum upon him, on condition of his refraining from so immoral a style of writing. This annuity he enjoyed until his death in 1789, at the age of 82. He had been educated at Westminster school, where he was contem. porary with Lord Mansfield, and was for a short time consul at Smyrna. He there probably imbibed that lax morality which he so licentiously developed in the work alluded to. He adhered to his engagement to the privy council by not offending again, and all his subsequent literary labours were obscure but inoffensive. Among others he published in 1765 an ingenious work, “The Way to Things by Words, and to Words by Things” which was followed by "Specimens of an Etymological Vocabulary, or Essay by means of an analytic method to retrieve the ancient Celtic."

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