XIV.

On EDMUND Duke of BUCKINGHAM,

Who died in the Nineteenth Year of his Age, 1735.

IF modeft Youth, with cool Reflection crown'd, (^.
And ev'ry op❜ning Virtue blooming round,'
Could fave a Parent's justest Pride from fate,
Or add one Patriot to a finking state;
This weeping Marble had not ask'd thy Tear,
Or fadly told, how many hopes lie here!
The living Virtue now had shore approv'd,
The Senate heard him, and his Country lov'd.
Yet fofter Honours, and less noisy Fame
Attend the shade of gentle BUCKINGHAM:
In whom a Race, for Courage fam'd and Art,
Ends in the milder Merit of the Heart;
And Chiefs or Sages long to Britain giv'n,
Pays the laft Tribute of a Saint to Heav'n.

XV.

For One who would not be buried in

Westminster-Abbey.

HEROES and KINGS! your distance keep ;
In peace let one poor Poet sleep,

Who never flatter'd Folks like you:
Let Horace blush, and Virgil too.

Another, on the Same.

UNDER this Marble, or under this Sill,

Or under this Turf, or e'en what they will; Whatever an Heir, or a Friend in his stead, Or any good creature fhall lay o'er my l head, Lies one who ne'er car'd, and ftill cares not a pin What they said, or may fay of the Mortal within : But who, living and dying, ferene still and free, Trufts in GoD, that as well as he was, he shall be.

MEMOIRS

OF THE EXTRAORDINARY

Life, Works, and Discoveries

OF

MARTINUS SCRIBLERUS.

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INTRODUCTION.

IN the Reign of Queen ANNE (which, notwithstanding those happy Times which fucceeded, every Englishman may remember), thou may'ft poffibly, gentle Reader, have seen a certain venerable Person who frequented the outfide of the Palace of St. James's, and who, by the gravity of his Deportment and Habit, was generally taken for a decayed Gentleman of Spain. His ftature was tall, his vifage long, his complexion olive, his brows were black and even, his eyes hollow yet piercing, his nose inclined to aquiline, his beard neglected and mixed with grey: AH this contributed to fpread a folemn melancholy over his countenance. Pythagoras was not more filent, Pyrrho more motionlefs, nor Zeno more auftere. His wig was as black and fmooth as the plumes of a Raven, and hung as traight as the hair of a River God rifing from the water. His cloak fo completely covered his whole perfon, that whether or no he had any other clothes (much less any linen) under it, I fhall not fay; but his fword appeared a full yard behind him, and his manner of wearing it was fo ftiff, that it seemed grown to his Thigh. His whole figure was fo utterly unlike any. thing of this world, that it was not natural for any man to ask him a question without bleffing himself first. Those who never faw a Jefuit, took him for one, and others believed him fome High Prieft of the Jews.

But under this macerated form was concealed a Mind replete with Science, burning with a zeal of benefit