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Earl of Dorset, who sent him to Cambridge. He obtained a fellowship at St John's College, and became so well known as a man of talent, that, in 1691, he was appointed secretary to the ambassador at the Hague, and in the same capacity was engaged in the negotiations previous to the peace of Ryswick in 1697, and afterwards at the court of Versailles. On returning from France, he was first made under-secretary of state, and soon afterwards commissioner of trade. Prior was employed in the memorable treaty of Utrecht, at the instigation of

Queen Anne's Tory ministry. The writings of Prior are remarkable for ease, fluency, and

correctness, Of the cold French school he is one of the most successful disciples. His works are embodied in the best editions of the British Poets, and his remains repose in Westminster Abbey. A complete elucidation of his character as a poet may be found in his cold, artificial version of the beautiful old ballad of “ The Nutbrown Maid."

AN EPITAPH. INTERR'd beneath this marble stone Lie sauntering Jack and idle Joan. While rolling threescore years and one Did round this globe their courses run, If human things went ill or well, If changing empires rose or fell, The morning past, the evening came, And found this couple still the same. They walk’d, and eat, good folks : what then ? Why then they walk'd and eat again : They soundly slept the night away ; They did just nothing all the day : And, having buried children four, Would not take pains to try for more.

Nor sister either had nor brother ;
They seem'd just tallied for each other.

Their moral and economy
Most perfectly they made agree :
Each virtue kept its proper bound,
Nor trespass'd on the other's ground.
Nor fame nor censure they regarded ;
They neither punish'd nor rewarded.
He cared not what the footman did';
Her maids she neither praised nor chid :
So every servant took his course,
And, bad at first, they all grew worse.
Slothful disorder fill'd his stable,
And sluttish plenty deck'd her table.
Their beer was strong; their wine was port ;
Their meal was large; their grace was short.
They gave the poor the remnant meat,
Just when it grew not fit to eat.

They paid the church and parish rate,
And took, but read not, the receipt ;
For which they claim'd their Sunday's due,
Of slumbering in an upper pew.

No man's defects sought they to know :
So never made themselves a foe.
No man's good deeds did they commend ;
So never raised themselves a friend.
Nor cherish'd they relations poor ;
That might decrease their present store :
Nor barn nor house did they repair;
That might oblige their future heir.

They neither added nor confounded ;
They neither wanted nor abounded.
Each Christmas they accounts did clear,
And wound their bottom round the year.

Nor tear nor smile did they employ
At news of public grief or joy.
When bells were rung and bonfires made,
If ask'd, they ne'er denied their aid :
Their jug was to the ringers carried,
Whoever either died or married.
Their billet at the fire was found,
Whoever was deposed or crown'd.

Nor good, nor bad, nor fools, nor wise ;
They would not learn, nor could advise :
Without love, hatred, joy, or fear,
They led--a kind of -as it were :
Nor wish’d, nor cared, nor laugh’d, nor cried :
And so they lived, and so they died.

Thus Kitty,(a) beautiful and young,

And wild as colt untamed,
Bespoke the fair from whence she sprung,

With little rage inflamed :

Inflamed with rage at sad restraint,

Which wise mamma ordain'd ; And sorely vex'd to play the saint,

Whilst wit and beauty reign’d :

“ Shall I thumb holy books, confined

With Abigails forsaken ? Kitty's for other things design'd,

Or I am much mistaken.

(a) “ Prior's Kitty" afterwards became the Dutchess of Queensberry, the eccentric patroness of the poet Gay.

“ Must Lady Jenny frisk aboutz

And visit with her cousins ?
At balls must she make all the rout,

And bring home hearts by dozens ?

“ What has she better, pray, than I,

What hidden charms to boast, That all mankind for her should die,

Whilst I am scarce a toast ?

66 Dearest mamma! for once let me,

Unchain'd, my fortune try ; I'll have my Earl as well as she,

Or know the reason why.

“ I'll soon with Jenny's pride quit score,

Make all her lovers fall :
They'll grieve I was not loosed before ;

She, I was loosed at all.”

Fondness prevail'd, mamma gave way ;

Kitty, at heart's desire, Obtain'd the chariot for a day,

And set the world on fire.


BORN DEC. 1630-DIED 1687.

COTTON is best known as the disciple and enthusiastic ad

mirer of Isaac Walton. In his burlesque verses, a light and happy vein is occasionally displayed. Cotton, who must not be confounded with his excellent namesake, Dr Cotton, was a Derbyshire cavalier, and having, like too many of his contemporaries, embarrassed his estate by imprudence and extravagance, ended his days in the Sanctuary of Westminster.




up I soon start, and was dress'd in a trice, And call'd for a draught of ale, sugar, and spice; Which having turn'd off, I then call to pay, And packing my nawls, whipp'd to horse, and

away. A guide I had got, who demanded great vails, For conducting me over the mountains of Wales : Twenty good shillings, which sure very large is ; Yet that would not serve, but I must bear his

charges ; And yet for all that, rode astride on a beast, The worst that e'er went on three legs, I protest : It certainly was the most ugly of jades, His hips and his rump made a right ace of spades; His sides were two ladders, well spur-gall’d

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know, Than by mouse-skins above stairs, the merkin


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