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" This is indeed a festal day,
Though my friend in his last moments hath in this and other instances been so considerate of our happiness, I am afraid he is not likely to leave our morals much better than he found them: I cannot say that in the course of my duty as an Observer any very striking instance of amendment hath come under my notice; and though I have all the difpofition in life to speak as favourably in my friend's behalf as truth will ,let me, I am bound to confess he was not apt to think so seriously of his latter end as I could have wished: there was a levity in his conduct, which he took no pains to conceal; he did not feem to reflect upon the lapse of time, how speedily his spring, fummer, and autumn would pass away and the winter of his days come upon him; like Wolsey he was not aware how soon the frojt, the killing frost would nip his root: he was however a gay convivial fellow, loved his bottle and his friend, passed his time peaceably amongst us, and certainly merits the good word of every loyal subject in this kingdom. As for his proceedings in other countries, it
is not here the reader must look for an account of them ; politics have no place in these volumes; but it cannot be denied that he has made many widows and orphans in Europe, beer an active agent for the court of death, and dipped his hands deep in Christian and-Mahometan blood. By the friends of freedom he will be celebrated to the latest time. He has begun a business, which, if followed up by his successor with equal zeal, less ferocity and more diferetion, may lead to wonderful revolutions : there are indeed fome instances of cruelty, which bear hard upon his character; if feparately viewed, they admit of no palliation; in a general light, allowances may be made for that phrenfy, which seizes the mind, when impelled to great and arduous undertakings; when the wound is gangrened the incifion must be deep, and if that is to be done by coarfe instruments and unskilful hands, who can wonder if the galh more refembles the stab of an affassin than the operation of a surgeon ? An æra is now opened, awful, interesting and fo’involved in mystery, that the acutest speculation cannot penetrate to the issue of it: In short, my friend in his last moments hath put a vast machine in motion, and left a task to futurity, that will demand the strongest hands
and ablest heads to compleat: in the mean time I shall hope that my countrymen, who have all those blessings by inheritance, which less-favoured nations are now struggling to obtain by force, will so use their liberty, that the rest of the world, who are not so happy, may think it an object worth contending for, and quote our peace and our prosperity as the best proofs exifting of its real value.
Whilst my thoughts have been thus employed in reflecting upon the last day of an ever-memorable year, I have compofed a few elegiac lines to be thrown into the grave, which time is now opening to receive his reliques,
« The year's gay verdure, all its charms are gone,
" Time flies amain with broad-expanded wings,
« Oh! for a moment stop-a moment's (pace
« But, 'tis in vain ; old Time disdains to rest,
“ Though the new-dawning year in its advance " With hope's gay promise may entrap the mind, “ Let memory give one retrospective glance “ Through the bright period, which it leaves behind.
• Æra of mercies! my wrapt bosom springs
“ The joyful tidings o'er the distant round
« Period of bliss! can any British muse
“ Thcu Freedom's nursing mother shalt be stild,
“ A sanguine mantle the dread infant wore,
• Then at that awful fight, as with a spell,
• Meanwhile Ambition chac'd its fairy prize
“ The trampled serpent (Superstition) wreath'd
“ Oh Austria ! why so prompt to venture forth,
“ Down then, Ambition; drop into the grave!
" Come then, sweet Peace! in Britain fix thy reign,