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Walter Harte was the son of a clergyman of the same name
who obtained, mirabile dictu, a Prebendary of Bristol, through the recommendation of Lord Chancellor Jefferies, in return for the manly freedom with which he remon.
strated against his severities at Taunton. The subject of this biographical sketch was authour of the History of Gustavus Adolphus, which work has been aptly said to be “ full of Latinisms, Gallicisms, Germanicisms, and all isms, but Anglicisms.” He was tutor to Lord Chesterfield's son, and is thus spoken of in Ander
son's collection : 6 The character of Harte seems to have been highly ami
able and respectable. He was beloved, esteemed, and revered by his friends. The testimonies of Pope, Fenton, and Lyttleton, are unquestionable authorities in favour of his intellectual and moral endowments. Even Chesterfield concurs in the fullest commendation of his amiable worth and consummate erudition, though his fastidious delicacy unfitted him to balance the excellence of his moral qualities against his deficiency in the graces of personal behaviour,
Meditations on Christ's Death and Passion
He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for
our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him. Isaiah liji. 5.
Σίς είμι, ΧΡΙΣΤΕ· σωσον, ώς Αυλος θελεις.
GRÆC. NAZ. CARM. JAM.
Respice dum transis; Quia sis mihi causa doloris.
Haste not so fast, on worldly cares employ'd,
Nor wealth nor plenty did he ever taste,
The wise men mock'd him, and the learned
scorn'd; Th' ambitious worldling other patrons tried; The power that judg’d him every foe suborn'd; He wept unpity'd, and unhonour'd died.
For ever mournful, but for ever dear,
To see the image of the All-glorious Pow's
“Great God, thy judgments are with justice
crown'd, To human crimes and errours gracious still ; Yet, though thy mercies more and more abound, Right reason spares not fresh-existing ill, Nor can thy goodness counterwork thy will. Ah, no, the gloom of sin so dreadful shows, That horrour, guilt, and death the conscience fill:: Eternal laws our happiness oppose ; Thy nature and our lives are everlasting foes !
“ Severe thy truth, yet glorious is thy scheme;
Yet dying we will love thee and adore :
Upon a set of Tea Drinkers. So Fairy elves their morning table spread O'er a white Mushroon's hospitable head : In acorn cups the merry goblins quaff The pearly dews ; they sing, they love, they laugh; Melodious Musick trembles through the sky, And airy sounds along the green wood dje.