"accept of the invitations that were made to " him by the great men of the country, but "would needs eat with his brethren, in fuch

poor inns, and of fuch coarse fare, as the places afforded. He went about always on "foot when he was at Dublin, (one fervant only " attending him,) except upon public occasions, "that obliged him to ride in proceffion with his "brethren. He never kept a coach in his life, "his ftrength always enabling him to ride on "horseback. Many poor Irish families about « him were maintained out of his kitchen, and "in the Christmas-time he had the poor always "eating with him at his own table, and he brought "himself to endure both the fight of their rags and "their rudeness. He by his will ordered that his body should be buried in a church-yard, with "this inscription:

DEPOSITUM GULIELMI QUONDAM

EPISCOPI KILMORENSIS.

"He did not like," continues his Biographer, "the burying in a church; for as, he obferved, "there was much both of fuperftition and pride "in it, fo he believed it was a great annoyance "to the living, where there was fo much of the "steam of bead bodies rifing about them. He "was likewife much offended at the rudeness "which the crouding the dead bodies in a fmall

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"parcel of ground occafioned, for the bodies " already laid there, and not yet quite rotten, "were often raised and mangled; fo that he "made a Canon in his Synod against burying "in churches, and recommended that buryingplaces fhould be removed out of towns. In "this he was imitated by the Cardinal de Lo"menie, Archbishop of Sens, who publifhed, "fome years ago, a very eloquent mandement "on the subject."

SIR HENRY WOTTON.

THE Conclufion of the Infcription which this learned man used to put under the Achievement of his Arms, when he left them in foreign Inns in his Travels, after the enumeration of his qualities, and of the Embaffies in which he had been engaged, was

"HENRICUS WOTTON, tandem hoc didicit "Animas fieri fapientiores quiefcendo."

He gave this excellent character of Sir Philip Sydney's wit, "That it was the very measure of

congruity."

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According to his Biographer, Sir Henry had made fome progress in a work which he had begun on the Reformation, and which he gave up at the defire of his Sovereign Charles the First, who wished him to write the Hiftory of England. It were, indeed, much to be wished, that it were poffible to procure Sir Henry's Manuscripts of his intended work.

He wrote a very excellent Treatife on the "Elements of Architecture," in which the idea of Home, that scene of every man's happiness or mifery, is thus pathetically defcribed: " Every "man's proper manfion-house and home being "the theatre of his hofpitality, the feat of felf

fruition, the comfortableft part of his own "life, the nobleft of his fon's inheritance, a

kind of private princedom, nay, to the pof"feffors thereof, an epitome of the whole world, may well deferve by these attributes, accord

ing to the degree of the mafter, to be de"cently and delightfully adorned." He wrote likewife "A Survey of Education," which he calls Moral Architecture, in which he well obferves, that the way to knowledge by epitome is too ftreight, and by commentaries too much about. "When." adds he, "I mark in chil"dren much folitude and filence, I like it not, "nor any thing born before its time, as this "muft needs be in that fociable and expofed сс age

" age, as they are for the most part. When either "alone or in company they fit ftill without doing

any thing, I like it worse. For furely all dif

pofition to idlenefs or vacancy, even before they "grow habits, is dangerous; and there is com"monly but little distance in time between doing "of nothing and doing of ill."

Sir Henry fays beautifully, in his character of a Happy Life

1.

How happy is he born and taught
That ferveth not another's will,
Whose armour is his honeft thought,
And fimple truth his utmost skill:

II.

Whofe paffions not his masters are,
Whose foul is ftill prepared for death;

Untied unto the world by care

Of public fame or private breath:

III.

Who envies none that chance doth raise,
Nor vice hath ever understood,

How deepest wounds are given by praise,
Nor rules of State, but rules of good:

IV.

Who hath his life from rumours freed,
Whofe confcience is his ftrong retreat,
Whofe ftate can neither flatterers feed,
Nor ruin make oppreffors great :

V.

Who God doth late and early pray
More of his grace than gifts to lend,
And entertains the harmless day
With a religious book or friend:

VI.

This man is freed from fervile bands,
Of hope to rife, or fear to fall;
Lord of himself, though not of lands,
And having nothing, yet hath all.

OLIVER CROMWELL,

After he had run through his youthful career of amusement and diffipation, became fo hypochondriacal, that he used occafionally to have his phyfician called up in the middle of the night to attend him, as he imagined himself to be dying. In one of these fits of melancholy he is faid to have feen a gigantic female figure, that told him he should be a King.

Sir Philip Warwick thus defcribes Oliver Cromwell:

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"The first time that I ever took notice of him

was in the very beginning of the Parliament "held in November 1640. I perceived a gen

"tleman fpeaking, whom I knew not, very or

"dinarily