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'The prey of fordid Passion, and of Vice ?
Seek then the road where Virtue's rugged path Leads
to heaven; for see, where Glory, crown'd
With age o’erwhelm’d, deep funk in dire diseases
At last I visit the infernal shades:
Said “ Welcome, Tabby, to th' Elyfian glades."
But ah! I cried, mild Queen of filent fprites,
Grant me, once more, to view my late, dear home: Once more;-to tell the man of studious nights,
“ I love thee, faithful ftill, tho' distant farl roam.".
Of sweet fimplicity, of generous breast,
the This truly great, for he was a truly good man, is highly complimented by Mr. Pope, who dignifies him with the appellation of “
plain Parson Hales."* In 1741, he published his excellent invention of Ventilators, which he improved as long as he lived. About fix or seven years after, one of these inachines was introduced at the prison of the Savoy; and its benefits were foon discovered and acknowledged. Previous to this invention, between 50 and 100 prisoners had died every year of the gaol-distemper in that place; but no sooner was this life-giving machine erected, than four persons only died, in two years, though the number of the confined exceeded two hundred. The use of ventilators soon became general, In the last war, after long solicitations, he procured an order from the French King to erect ventilators in the prisons where the English captives were kept; and upon being informed of his success, he was heard to say in a jocose vein,“ He hoped nobody would inform against him, for corresponding with the enemy.'
It would be endless to mention his various natural researches, and ingenious schemes for the benefit of mankind. They all discover great knowledge of the secrets of nature, which he was able to apply to agricul
• See Pope's Works, Vol. III. Moral Esays, Ep. II. 198. where both the poet, and his learned annotątor, have given his
ture, physics, and several other arts of life. In a word, he deserved, as much as ever man did, the title of "
a Christian Philosopher.” All his studies and researches into nature tended only to one point,--that of doing good to mankind. He died 4th Jan. 1761, aged 84 years.
Twee, PÆTA, death's relentless hand
Cut off in earliest bloom :
To share an equal doom ;
With joy this busy world I'd leave,
This hated light resign,
And be for ever Tbine.
* See Page 47. Though already so often met with, and justly admired, the reader cannot but deem the above translation intitled to a place in this work, as taken from Dodfley's collection of Poems, Vol. IV. P. 188. The original, we are informned, has been republished by the very ingenious Mr. Thomas Warton, in his “ Inscriptionum Romanarum metricarum Delectus :" Loncon, 1758; as an ancient inscription,