I don't know, says Law, but methinks for his look "Tis just like the picture in Rochester's book ; Then his character, Phyzzy,-his morals-his

lifeWhen she died, I can't tell, but he once had a wife. They say he's no Christian, loves drinking and

wg, And all the town rings of his swearing and roaring! His lying and filching, and Newgate-bird tricks;— Not I--for a coronet, chariot and six.

Divinity heard, between waking and dozing, Her sisters denying, and Jemmy proposing: From table she rose, and with bumper in hand, She strok'd up her belly, and strok'd down her

band Whata pother is here about wenching and roaring! Why, David lov'd catches, and Solomon

w g : Did not Israel filch from th’ Egyptians of old Their jewels of silver and jewels of gold? The prophet of Bethel, we read, told a lie; He drinks—so did Noah ;-he swears—so do I:

To reject him for such peccadillos, were odd; Besides, he repents—for he talks about G**

[To Jemmy] Never hang down your head, you poor penitent elf, Come buss me—I'll be Mrs. Twitcher myself.

SKETCH

OF

HIS OWN CHARACTER.

(This was written in 1761, and was found in one of his pocket-books.]

T00 poor for a bribe, and too proud to impor

tune ; He had not the method of making a fortune: Could love, and could hate, so was thought some

what odd; No VERY GREAT WIT, HE BELIEV'D IN A God. A Post or a Pension he did not desire, But left Church and State to Charles Townshend

and Squire [54].

[54] At that time Fellow of St. John's College, Cambridge, and afterwards Bishop of St. David's.

POEMS:

ADDRESSED TO, AND IN MEMORY OF,

MR. GRAY.

(EXCEPT THE SECOND AND EIGHTH, NONE OF THESE

WERE EVER BEFORE COLLECTED.]