, 17 of ALEXANDER POPE, Ejq;. 81 tions. He died in Scotland in 1731, aged 62. The Populace at his Funeral rais'd a great Riot, almost tore the Body out of the Coffin, and cast dead Dogs, &c. into the Grave along with it. The following Epitaph contains his Character very juftly drawn by Dr. Arbuthnot. A.

11 HERE continueth to rot The Body of FRANCIS CHARTRES, 5. Who with an Inflexible Constancy, and ? Inimitable Uniformity of Life,

Perfisted,
In spite of Age and Infirmities,

In the Practice of Every Humane Vice;
f.* Excepting Prodigality and Hypocris:
His insatiable Avarice exempted him from the first,

His matchless Impudence from the second. Nor was he more singular in the un-deviating Pravity

Of his Manners, than; successful in pista

Accumulating Wealth,
For, without Trade or Profesion, un
Without Truft of Publick. Money,

And without Bribe worthy Service
He acquir'd, or more properly created,

A Ministerial Estate: 7: )
i i He was the only Person of his Time,
Who cou'd Cheat without the Mask of Honesti,
Retain his Primæval Meanness when possess of

Ten Thousand a Year,
And having daily deservd the Gibbet for what he did,
Was at last condemn'd to it for what he could tot de

Oh Indignant Reader !
Think not his Life Useless to Mankind !
Providence conniv'd at his execrable Designs,
To give to After-Ages a conspicuous

Proof

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,sj 95: Proof and Example,
Of how small Eftimation is Exorbitant Wealth
in the Sight of God, by his beftowing it on

The most Unworthy of an Mortals.
This Gentleman was worth seven thoufand Pounds
a Year in Land, and about one hundred thousand in
Money.

.:
Mr. WATERS, the third of these Worthies, was
a Man no Way resembling the former in his military,
but extremely fo in his civil Capacity ; his great For-
tune having been rais'd by the like diligent Attenda
ance on the Neceffities of others. But this Gentle
man’s History must be deferred for a Time, when
his Worth may be kngwn more certainly.pl

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Our Author thinks many Iconveniencies have a-
rose from the Invention of Money, which could not
have poffibly been, if there was no Conveyance of
Property in such small.Compafs"; tho' this we think
no Argument; as long as it can be transferrd by Ac-
knowledgements; and small Pieces of Paper, which
he fenfible of, intmediately confeffes :

His Grace will game: To White's a Bull be led,
With spurning Heels, and with a butting Head;
To White's be carry’d, as to antient Games,
Fair Courfers, Vases, and alluring Dames
Shall then Uxoria, if the Stakes he sweep,
Bear home fix Whores, and make bls. Lady weep?
Or soft Adonis; so perfum'd and fine,
Drive to St. James's a whole Herd of Swine?
Oh filthy Check on all industrious Skill,
To spoil the Nation's last great Trade, Quadrille!

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Once, we confess, beneath the Patriot's Cloak,
From the crack’a

Bag the dropping Guinea (poke,
And jingling down the Back-stairs, told the Crew
“ old Cato is as great a Rogue as you." is!,
Blest Paper-credit! that advanc'd so high,
Now lends Corruption lighter Wings to fly!
Gold, imp'd with this, can compass hardeft Things,
Can pocket States, or fetch or carry Kings in shine
A single Leaf can, waft an Army o’er,
Do Thip off Senates to fome diftant Shore;.:.
A Leaf like Sybil's scatters to and fro 1
Our Fates and Fortunes as the Wind (hell blow's !
Pregnant with Thousands Aits the Scrap unseen,
And filent-fells a King, or buyssa Queen.) ;

mer... 1 1. antis
Ms. Pope knew well how to enjoy the Fortune ht
was bleft with the foberer Pleasures were those. bite

dar'd aim at, his Conftitution did not permis him to run into Excesses, nor his Inclinatíort I lead him to it ; he thought himself rich, nay, he thought there was no Poverty where there was Health, Peace, for the Distress of Poverry, and reproaches in this Poem all hard Heartsan and those who fix an Odiuen

Ji W bus 2?170'l ,98 1'I sitt af Frien

macab
-Bond damns the Poor, and hates them from his
The grave Sir Gilbert holds it for a Rule,+ [Heart:
That “every Man in Want is Knave or Fools

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TUDI 100g s 7: tir W la God -2.) odos liel ei riitv tvo i to bi.

This is situe Story which happened in the Reign of King William H1/1to an unsuspected old Patriot, who coming out at the Back+Door from having been closeted by the King, where he had receiv'd a large Bag of Guineas, the bursting of the Bag discover'd his Butines there.

on it:

* God cannot love (fays Blunts with lifted Eyes).
- The Wretch he starves and piously denies :
But Rev'rend S**n with a foftet Air,
Admits, and leaves them Providence's Care,

In the Year 1730, a Corporation was establish'd to lend Money to the Poor "upon Pledges,' by the Name of the Charitable Corporation. It was under the Direction of the Right Honourable Sir R. S. Sir Arch. Grant, Mr. Dennis Bond, Mr. Burraughs, &c. But the whole was turn'd only to an iniquitous Method of enriching particular People, to the Ruin of such Numbers, that it became a parliamentary Concern to endeavour the Relief of those unhappy Sufferers, and three of the Managers, who were Members of the House, 'were expelPd. That<<"God hates the Poor, and

That every Man in Want is Khave or. Fool, &c. were the general Apothegms of "fome of the Persons here mention'd.

Hari ini tinh Sueh Persons as these are perfectly detestable, "and who is there that would not prefer the most extreme Poverty, before Riches; and such a contemptible and indigent-Mind? How many great Philofophers, how many admirable Painters, Poets, and Wits, have been poor? How many reputed Saints, and holy Men and Women? How many have embrac'd a voluntary Poverty rather than rell their Innocence and Honesty to Courts or Colleges ? And it is recommended in Holy Writ as a great Blessing, and the Means of arriving at Heaven, which is said to be extremely difficult for the Rich, and safier foria Camel

to pass through the Eye of a Needle. "Is it not strange, that in a Country profefling Christianity and Reformation, there should be any such unpurg'd and fordid Spirits ! les 3

But

But think not Reader that there are many such abominable human Brutes : Let us take our Eyes off those blasphemous Misers, and turn to a Character which we have read with Pleasure more than an huni dred Times :

But all our Praises why should Lorda engross? Rise honest Muse! and sing the * Man of Ross: Pleas'd Vaga ecchoes thro her winding Bounds, And rapid Severn hoarse Applause resounds, Who hung with Woods yon Mountain's sultry Brow? From the dry Rock who made the Waters How? Not to the Skies in useless Columns toft, Or in proud Falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the Plain Health to the Sick, and Solace to the Swain. Whofe Cause-way parts the Vale with shady Rows Whofe Seats the weary Traveller repose? Who taught that Heav'n directed Spires to rise ? The Man of Ross, each lisping Babe replies. Behold the Market-place with Poor oe'rspread! The Man of Ross divides the weekly Bread: He feeds yon Alms-house neat, but void of State, Where Age and Want sit smiling at the Gate: Him portion's Maids, apprentic'd Orphans bleft, The Young who labour, and the Old who rest. Is any fick? the Man of Ross relieves, Prescribes, attends, the Med'ciñe makes, and gives VOL. II.

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• The Person here celebrated, who with a small Éftate actually perform'd all these good Works, and whose true Name was almost loft (partly by the Title of the Mar of Ross given him by way of Eminence, and partly by being buried without so much as an Inscription) was call’d Mr John Kyrle. He died in the Year 1724, aged 90, and lie interr'd in the Chancel of the Church of Rosiin Herefordshire,