taining False Physic, False Logic, False Philosophy, 1772," 4to.

15." Elogy and Address, 1773," 4to.

16. "A Translation of Job into Latin Verse," an unfinished work, of which only 36 pages were printed, in March 1774, a very few days before his death; 4to.

I shall subjoin a well-known Epigram *, by Sir William Browne, which the Critics have pronounced to be a good one:

"The King to Oxford sent a troop of horse, For Tories own no argument but force; With equal skill to Cambridge books he sent, For Whigs admit no force but argument." Sir William Browne's only daughter, Mary, was the second wife of William Folkes, esq. counsellor at law; whose only son, Martin Browne Folkes, esq. of Hillington, co. Norfolk, was made a Baronet May 3, 1774. He married, Dec. 28, 1775, Fanny, daughter and coheiress of Sir John Turner, of Warkton, co. Norfolk, Baronet; and has several children. This gentleman was M. P. in the last parliament, and is in the present, for King's Lynn.

The following facetious "Dialogue between Sir William Browne and George Pooke, two modern Poets, in their respective styles," was printed in the public Newspapers.

ceeding from the same Causes; what those Causes were; and a rational and actual Method of Cure proposed. Addressed to all Invalids. By William Cadogan, Fellow of the College of Physicians, 1771," 8vo. This work produced innumerable Remarks and Answers, amongst which one of the most facetious was in the doggrel rhymes of our doughty Knight.

*The following by an Oxonian, which gave rise to that by Sir William, is at least as good:

"The King, observing with judicious eyes,
The state of both his universities,

To Oxford sent a troop of horse; and why?
That learned body wanted loyalty:

To Cambridge books, as very well discerning
How much that loyal body wanted learning."

† If any Reader, after perusing this Dialogue, should be disposed to enquire further respecting George Pooke, and has no objection to a hearty laugh; let him turn to Monthly Review, vol. XVII. p. 281; vol. XXVII. p. 158; vol. XXXVII. p. 315.


George Pooke, I much commend your zeal;
For writing of Britannia's Weal,

And singing of her Glory;
When Charlotte's Royal Yacht set sail,
Rome, Scarlet Whore, at once turned pale,
And Terror seiz'd each Tory.


Sir Knight, I'm glad you praise my loyal Verse;
But you know not how I rehearse

In a bold Ode the wicked ways

Of Surgeons to get Bodies now-a-days?

How they do dig from under-ground,
A Corpse, whose Burial cost its Friends five Pound.
It is a shameful, monstrous thing,
That which I in my Ode did sing;

And as you are one of the Faculty,
I hope you'll put a stop to 't before I die.

For I would not, both for France and Spain,
When George Pooke's buried, that he should be taken up again.
Nor when once my Life is gone,

Would I be a dissecting Feast for the King's Surgeon.


Well said, Old Steady; thou shalt sleep
Within the Ground, full ten feet deep:
For Surgeons, never dread them:
As I'm a Justice of the Peace,
I'll make the Knaves their rapine cease,
Or with an Axe behead 'em.


Then I will sing of Royal Charlotte's Yacht,
Where our fair Queen on velvet Cushion sate :
Sometimes she look'd to Mecklenberg again,
And then she ask'd how far it was to Britain.
Ancaster's noble Duchess her did comfort;
And as to the Jack Tars, they made her some sport.
She had good wine, and sweetmeats of the best,
And she knew the Garter was not tyed in jest
Round Harcourt's Leg.-The Court's bound by Proxy
The Queen for to maintain, both wet and dry.
And when she thought of such a certain Thing,
She nothing fear'd from marrying the King.


Thy namesake, George, in blest abodes,
Will surely tell his brother Gods
Of all thy songs divine;
For me, my Odes should be resign'd;
I'd turn my back upon Mankind,
Could I but call them mine,


No. III.

THIS learned and worthy Schoolmaster was educated at the Free Grammar School in Market Bosworth, under the famous Anthony Blackwall. He was entered of Christ's College, Cambridge; and took the degree of B. A. 1720, M. A. 1726; and was soon after appointed Master of Rudgely School in Staffordshire; and (on the death of Dr. Hillman) was appointed head master of the Free Grammar School* at Brewood; and obtained also the vicarage of Brewood, on the presentation of the Dean of Lichfield. He was also presented to the donative chapel of Shareshull, not far from Brewood, by Sir Edward Littleton, who entrusted to him the education of his nephew and presumptive heir, the present very venerable and highly-respected Baronet,

* Brewood School is free for all the children of that town; and is endowed with 60l. a year.—The School-house having been much neglected, Mr. Budworth continued to reside at Rudgely two years, whilst the house at Brewood was repairing.

+ Son of Fisher Littleton, esq. He succeeded to the title of his uncle in January 1741-2; after which he was removed to Eton School; but he had so discriminating an opinion of the learning of his old master, that he returned to him again; and had afterwards the good fortune to be placed under the more immediate tuition of Mr. Hurd; who, in a most elegant Dedication to his Commentary on the Epistle to the Pisos, thus addresses his Pupil:

"Having reviewed these Sheets with some care, I beg leave to put them into your hands, as a testimony of the respect I bear you; and, for the time that such things may have the fortune to live, as a monument of our friendship.-You see, by the turn of this address, you have nothing to fear from that offensive adulation, which has so much dishonoured Letters. You and I have lived together on other terms. And I should be ashamed to offer you even such a trifle as this, in a manner that would give you a right to think meanly of its author.-Your extreme delicacy allows me to say nothing of my obligations, which otherwise would demand my warmest acknowledgements. For your constant favour has


In 1736, he would have engaged the celebrated Mr. Johnson as an assistant in this school, had he not

followed me in all ways, in which you could contrive to express it.
And indeed I have never known any man more sensible to the good
offices of his friends, and even to their good intentions, or more
disposed, by every proper method, to acknowledge them. But
you much overrate the little services which it has been in my power
to render to you. I had the honour to be intrusted with a part
of your education; and it was my duty to contribute all I could to
the success of it. But the task was easy and pleasant. I had only
to cultivate that good sense, and those generous virtues, which
you brought with you to the University, and which had already
grown up to some maturity under the care of a man, to whom we
had both of us been extremely obliged; and who possessed every
talent of a perfect institutor of youth in a degree, which, I be-
lieve, has been rarely found in any of that profession, since the
days of Quinctilian.—I wish this small tribute of respect, in which
I know how cordially you join with me, could be any honour to
the memory of an excellent person, who loved us both, and was
less known, in his life-time, from that obscure situation to which,
the caprice of fortune oft condemns the most accomplished cha-
racters, than his highest merit deserved.-It was to cherish and
improve that taste of polite letters, which his early care had in-
stilled into you, that you required me to explain to you the follow-
ing exquisite piece of the best poet.-I recollect with pleasure
how welcome this slight essay then was to you; and am secure of
the kind reception you will now give to it; improved, as I think
it is, in some respects, and presented to you in this public way.
-I was going to say, how much you benefited by this Poet (the
fittest of all others, for the study of a gentleman) in your
acquaintance with his moral, as well as critical writings; and how
successfully you applied yourself to every other part of learning,
which was thought proper for you-But I remember my engage-
ments with you, and will not hazard your displeasure by saying
too much. It is enough for me to add, that I truly respect and
honour you; and that, for the rest, I indulge in those hopes,
which every one, who knows you, entertains from the excellence
of your nature, from the hereditary honour of your family, and
from an education in which you have been trained to the study of
the best things. I am, dear sir,

Your most faithful and most obedient servant,
R. HURD, Eman. Coll. Camb. Jun. 21, 1757."
See also the same very elegant Writer's subsequent elogium on
Mr. Budworth in the "Heads for his own Life," cited hereafter
in vol. VI. p. 470.

Sir Edward Littleton raised a Company, in the Rebellion of 1745-6, in the Regiment commanded by Lord Gower, in which he was a Captain. He is now (1810) one of the Representatives in Parliament for the County of Stafford.


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been apprehensive that the paralytic affection under which the great Philologist laboured through life. might have been the object of imitation, or of ridicule, among his pupils. The talents of Mr. Johnson could not be unknown to Mr. Budworth; who probably was acquainted with him at Market Bosworth, where Johnson was a short time usher to Mr. Crompton, the successor of Mr. Blackwall *.


The substance of the preceding paragraph was written in 1785; and led to the following communication, after an interval of seven years, from a worthy and intelligent Friend, whose absence from England in the service of his Country had ed him from earlier noticing the former article. "If the following," he says, "proves acceptable, it comes from one interested in any account that can be given of so amiable a character. He finished his education at Cambridge, and was the son of the Rev. Luke Budworth, of Emanuel College, Cambridge, B. A. 1691; Vicar of Longford in Derbyshire; who, in 1721, was presented by Thomas

* Mr. Blackwall died in 1730; and was succeeded by Mr. Crompton.-Johnson's ushership there commenced in 1733, when he was in his twenty-third year, (Julii 16, Boswortiam pedes petii.)-To Johnson this employment was very irksome in every respect, and he complained grievously of it in his letters to his friend Mr. Hector, who was now settled as a surgeon at Birmingham. The letters are lost; but Mr. Hector recollects his writing "that the poet had described the dull sameness of his existence in these words, Vitam continet una dies,' (one day contains the whole of my life); that it was unvaried as the note of the cuckoo; and that he did not know whether it was more disagreeable for him to teach, or the boys to learn, the grammar rules." His general aversion to this painful drudgery was greatly enhanced by a disagreement between him and Sir Wolstan Dixie, the patron of the school, in whose house, I have been told, he officiated as a kind of domestic chaplain-so far, at least, as to say grace at table, but was treated with what he represented as intolerable harshness; and, after suffering for a few months such complicated misery, he relinquished a situation, which all his life afterwards he recollected with the strongest aversion, and even a degree of horror. But it is probable that at this period, whatever uneasiness he may have endured, he laid the foundation of much future eminence by application to his studies. Boswell's Life of Johnson. + Gent. Mag. vol LV. p.5. Ibid. vol. LXII.p.292.


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