their wants, exalts the character of Nash, and draws an impenetrable veil over his foibles. His singularities are forgotten when we behold his virtues, and he who laughed at the whimsical character and behaviour of this Monarch of Bath, now laments that he is no more.(1)

(1) [In 1790, a monument was erected to the memory of Nash in the Abbey Church, Bath, at the instigation, and chiefly at the expense of Dr. Harrington, who supplied the following epitaph :

Adeste O Cives, adeste Lugentes!
Hic silent Leges
RICHARDI NASH, Armig.
Nihil amplius imperantis :
Qui diu et utilissimè
Assumptus Bathonia
Elegantiæ Arbiter,
Eheu !

Morti, (ultimo designatori)

Haud indecorè succubuit

Ann. Dom. MDCCLXI. Etat suæ LXXXVII.
Beatus ille qui sibi imperiosus !

If social virtues make remembrance dear,
Or manners pure on decent rule depend;
To His remains consign one grateful tear,
Of youth the Guardian, and of all the Friend.

Now sleeps Dominion; here no Bounty flows,
Nor more avails the festive scene to grace,
Beneath that hand which no discernment shews,
Untaught to honour, or distinguish place.]

LIFE

OF

THOMAS PARNELL, D.D.

ARCHDEACON OF CLOGHER.

[First published in June 1770. See LIFE, ch. xx.]

their wants, exalts the character of Nash, and draws an impenetrable veil over his foibles. His singularities are forgotten when we behold his virtues, and he who laughed at the whimsical character and behaviour of this Monarch of Bath, now laments that he is no more.(1)

(1) [In 1790, a monument was erected to the memory of Nash in the Abbey Church, Bath, at the instigation, and chiefly at the expense of Dr Harrington, who supplied the following epitaph:

Adeste O Cives, adeste Lugentes!
Hic silent Leges
RICHARDI NASH, Armig.
Nihil amplius imperantis :

Qui diu et utilissimè
Assumptus Bathoniæ
Elegantiæ Arbiter,
Eheu !

Morti, (ultimo designatori)

Haud indecorè succubuit

Ann. Dom. MDCCLXI. Etat suæ LXXXVII.
Beatus ille qui sibi imperiosus !

If social virtues make remembrance dear,
Or manners pure on decent rule depend;
To His remains consign one grateful tear,
Of youth the Guardian, and of all the Friend.

Now sleeps Dominion; here no Bounty flows,
Nor more avails the festive scene to grace,
Beneath that hand which no discernment shews,
Untaught to honour, or distinguish place.]

["THE Life of Dr. Parnell is a task which I should very willingly decline, since it has been lately written by Goldsmith, a man of such variety of powers, and such felicity of performance, that he always seemed to do best that which he was doing; a man who had the art of being minute without tediousness, and general without confusion; whose language was copious without exuberance, exact without constraint, and easy without weakness. What such an author has told, who would tell again? I have made an abstract from his larger narrative; and have this gratification from my attempt, that it gave me an opportunity of paying due tribute to the memory of Goldsmith-Tò yag yigas čorı JavovTwv.”—Dr. JOHNSON, Life of Parnell. "Goldsmith's narrative is written with an activity of research that leaves ittle to be supplied, and an agreeable manner of communication that approaches so near perfection, as to preclude the most distant hope of improvement."-Dr. ROBERT ANDERSON, British Poets, vol. vii. p. 1.]