me, “I have been staying with Dr. Davy at Cambridge: I was unwell, and he prevailed upon me to call in a physician, who took my money, and did me no good." During the earlier part of our acquaintance, I have heard him boast that he had not the slightest dread of death,-declaring that he despised fabulæ aniles, and quoting Epicharmus (from Cicero*), &c. He was once holding forth in this strain, when Dr. Babington said to him, "Let me tell you, Porson, that I have known several persons who, though, when in perfect health, they talked as you do now, were yet dreadfully alarmed when death was really near them." A man of such habits as Porson was little fitted for the office of Librarian to the London Institution. He was very irregular in his attendance there; he never troubled himself about the purchase of books which ought to have been added to the library; and he would frequently come home deaddrunk long after midnight. I have good reason to believe that, had he lived, he would have been requested to give up the office,-in other words, he * Tusc. i. 8.-ED. would have been dismissed. I once read a letter which he received from the Directors of the Institution, and which contained, among other severe things, this cutting remark,-" We only know that you are our Librarian by seeing your name attached to the receipts for your salary." His intimate friend, Dr. Raine, was one of those who signed that letter; and Raine, speaking of it to me, said, "Porson well deserved it." As Librarian to the Institution, he had 2007. a-year, apartments rent-free, and the use of a servant. Yet he was eternally railing at the Directors, calling them "mercantile and mean beyond merchandize and meanness." During the two last years of his life I could perceive that he was not a little shaken; and it is really wonderful, when we consider his drinking, and his total disregard of hours, that he lived so long as he did. He told me that he had had an affection of the lungs from his boyhood. ADDENDA ET CORRIGENDA. are, P. 16. The full title of Mr. Rogers's earliest publication is An Ode to Superstition, with some other Poems. The small pieces annexed to the Ode 66 lines To a Lady on the Death of her Lover," "The Sailor," "A Sketch of the Alps at Day-break," and "A Wish." The first of these Mr. Rogers thought unworthy of preservation: but may be subjoined here : it : "To a Lady on the Death of her Lover. "Hail, pensive, pleasing Melancholy, hail! She comes, she comes! through **'s dusky grove, But hark! from yon bright cloud a voice she hears! 6 'For Henry shares the triumphs of the sky. 'He's gone before but to prepare for thee; And when thy soul shall wing its willing flight, 'His kindred soul, from all its fetters free, 'Will spring to meet thee in the realms of light. Know, ye shall then, with mutual wonder, trace 'Go, act an angel's part, be misery's friend; 'Wake from thy trance. Can virtue sink in sighs? ' And shed their mingled rays to gild the gloom. Religion speaks. She points the path to peace: 'Attend her call to happiness and heaven.' P. 18, note. Dele the sentence-" One or two songs," &c. P. 175, 176. For "Marley" read "Marlay."-He was successively Bishop of Clonfert and Bishop of Waterford. INDEX TO RECOLLECTIONS OF THE TABLE-TALK OF SAMUEL ROGERS. ADAIR, Sir Robert, 97. Adams, 106. Addington, 109. Addison, 49. Adventurer, The, 96. Africanus, Scipio, 174. Aikin, 81. Alexis, 290. Allen, 201. Alvanley, Lord, 163, 213, 214. Anspach, Margravine of, 127. Antonio, Marc, 154. Ariosto, 91, 255. Art Union, The, 156. Auger, 172. BACON, 156. Baillie, Joanna, 228. Baber, 283, 284. Banks, 156. Bankes, 288. N |