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He likes the country, but in truth must own, Nor yet the swarms, that occupy the brain, Most likes it, when he studies it in town.
Where dreams of dress, intrigue, and pleaser: Poor Jack-no matter whom for when I blame,
reign; I pity, and must therefore sink the name,
Nor such as useless conversation breeds, Liv'd in his saddle, lov'd the chase, the course, Or lust engenders, and indulgence feeds And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horse. Whence, and what are we? to what end ordan?' The estate, his sires had own'd in ancient years, What means the drama by the world sustan'' Was quickly distanc'd, match'd against a peer's. Business or vain amusement, care or murih, Jack vanish'd, was regretted and forgot ;
Divide the frail inhabitants of Earth, 'Tis wild good-nature's never-failing lot.
Is duty a mere sport, or an employ! At length, when all had long supposd him dead, Life an intrusted talent, or a toy? By cold submersion, razor, rope, or lead,
Is there, as reason, conscience, Scripture, say, My lord, alighting at his usual place,
Cause to provide for a great future day, The Crown, took notice of an ostler's face,
When, Earth's assign'd duration at an end, Jack knew his friend, but hop'd in that disguise Man shall be summond, and the dead attend! He might escape the most observing eyes,
The trumpet-will it sound ? the curtain ris! And whistling, as if unconcern'd and gay,
And show th' august tribunal of the skies, Curried his nag, and look'd another way.
Where no prevarication shall avail, Convinc'd at last, upon a nearer view,
Where eloquence and artifice shall fail, 'Twas he, the same, the very Jack he knew, The pride of arrogant distinctions fall, O'erwhelm'd at once with wonder, grief, and joy, And conscience and our conduct judge us all! He press'd him much to quit his base employ; Pardon me, ye that give the midnight oil His countenance, his purse, his heart, his hand. To learned cares or philosophic toil, Influence and pow'r, were all at his command : 'Though I revere your honorable names, Peers are not always gen'rous as well-bred,
Your useful labors and important aims, But Granby was, meant truly what he said. And hold the world indebied to your aid, Jack bow'd, and was oblig'd-confess'd 'twas Enrich'd with the discov'ries ye have made, strange,
Yet let me stand excus'd, if I esteem That so retird he should not wish a change, A mind employ'd on so sublime a theme, But knew no medium between guzzling beer, Pushing her bold inquiry to the date And his old stint--three thousand pounds a year. And outline of the present transient state,
Thus some retire to nourish hopeless woe; And, after poising her advent'mous wings, Some seeking happiness not found below;
Sewing at last upon eternal things, Some to comply with humor, and a mind
Far more intelligent and better taught To social scenes by nature disinclin'd;
The strenuous use of profitable thought, Some sway'd by fashion, some by deep disgust; Than ye, when happiest and enlighten'd more Some self-impov'rish'd, and because they must; And highest in renown, can justly boast. But few, that court Retirement, are aware
A mind unnery'd, or indisposd to bear Of half the toils they must encounter there. The weight of subjects worthiest of her care, Lucrative offices are seldom lost
Whatever hopes a change of scene inspires, For want of pow'rs proportion'd to the post : Must change her nature, or in vain retires. Give ev'n a dunce th' employment he desires, An idler is a watch, that wants both hands; And he soon finds the talents it requires ;
As useless if it goes, as when it stands. A business with an income at its heels
Books therefore, not the scandal of the shelves, Furnishes always oil for its own wheels.
In which lewd sensualists print out themselves; But in his arduous enterprise to close
Nor those, in which the stage gives vice a blow, His active years with indolent repose,
With what success let modern manners shos; He finds the labors of that state exceed
Nor his, who, for the bane of thousands bom, His utmost faculties, severe indeed.
Built God a church, and laugh'd his word to cha "Tis easy to resign a toilsome place,
Skilful alike to seem devout and just, But not to manage leisure with a grace;
And stab religion with a sly side-thrust; Absence of occupation is not rest,
Nor those of learn'd philologists, who chase A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.
A panting syllable through time and space, The vet'ran steed, excus'd his task at length, Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark In kind compassion of his failing strength,
To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's ark: And turn'd into the park or mead to graze,
But such as learning without false pretence, Exempt from future service all his days,
The friend of truth, th' associate of sound sendes There feels a pleasure perfect in its kind,
And such as in the zeal of good design, Ranges at liberty, and snuffs the wind :
Strong judgment lab'ring in the Scripture me But when his lord would quit the busy road, All such as manly and great souls produce, To taste a joy like that he had bestow'd,
Worthy to live, and of eternal use : He proves, less happy than his favor'd brute, Behold in these what leisure hours demand, A life of ease a difficult pursuit.
Amusement and true knowledge hand in hand Thought, to the man that never thinks, may seem Luxury gives the mind a childish casi, As natural as when asleep to dream;
And, while she polishes, perverts the taste; But reveries (for human minds will act)
Habits of close attention, thinking heads, Specious in show, impossible in fact,
Become more rare as dissipation spreads, Those flimsy webs, that break as soon as wrought, Till authors hear at length one gen'ral cry, Attain not to the dignity of thought:
| Tickle and entertain us, or we die.
The loud demand, from year to year the same, His soul exults, hope animates his lays, 14 Beggars Invention, and makes Fancy lame; The sense of mercy kindles into praise, Till farce itself, most mournfully jejune,
And wilds, familiar with a lion's roar, *** Calls for the kind assistance of a tune;
Ring with ecstatic sounds unheard before :
The foes of man, or make a desert sweet.
Religion does not censure or exclude 2.2.. Should turn to writers of an abler sort,
Unnumber'd pleasures harmlessly pursued ; " Whose wit well-manag'd, and whose classic style, To study culture, and with artful toil
C Give truth a lustre, and make wis lom smile. To meliorate and tame the stubborn toil; *7" Friends, (for I cannot stint, as some have done, To give dissimilar yet fruitful lands NI Too rigid in my view, that name to one ;
The grain, or herb, or plant, that each demands 2211. Though one, I grant it, in the gen'rous breast To cherish virtue in an humble stale,
Will stand advanc'd a step above the rest : And share the joys your bounty may create ; 1.Flow'rs by that name promiscuously we call, To mark the matchless workings of the pow'r, - Ci But one, the rose, the regent of them all,)-- That shuts within its seed the future fow'r, 1 3 Friends, not adopted with a schoolboy's haste, | Bids these in elegance of form excel, TETE But chosen with a nice discerning taste,
In color these, and those delight the smell, rei Well-born, well-disciplin'd, who, plac'd apart Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies,
From vulgar minds, have honor much at heart, To dance on Earth, and charm all human eyes ; De
And, though the world may think th' ingredients odd, To teach the canvas innocent deceit,
Or lay the landscape on the snowy sheet-
That leave no stain upon the wing of Time.
Me poetry (or rather notes that aim
Feebly and vainly at poetic fame)
Employs, shut out from more important views,
Fast by the banks of the slow-winding Ouse ;
Content if thus sequester'd I may raise
A monitor's, though not a poet's praise,
The history of the following production is briefly
this : A lady, fond of blank verse, demanded a O sacred art, to which alone life owes Its happiest seasons, and a peaceful close,
poem of that kind from the author, and gave him Scorn'd in a world, indebted to that scorn
the Sofa for a subject. He obeyed; and, having 2005 For evils daily felt and hardly borne,
much leisure, connected another subject with it: Not knowing thee, we reap with bleeding hands
and, pursuing the train of thought to which his Flow'rs of rank odor upon thorny lands,
situation and turn of mind led him, brought forth And, while experience cautions us in vain,
at length, instead of the trifle which be at first
intended, a serious affair--a volume.
In the poem on the subject of Education, he would
be very sorry to stand suspected of having aimed Murmuring and ungrateful Discontent,
his censure at any particular school. His obThat scorns afflictions mercifully meant,
jections are such as naturally apply themselves Those humors tart as wines upon the fret,
to schools in general. If there were not, as for Which idleness and weariness beget;
the most part there is, wilful neglect in those
who manage them, and an omission even of These, and a thousand plagues, that haunt the breast,
such discipline as they are susceptible of, the Fond of the phantom of an earthly rest, Divine communion chases, as the day
objects are yet too numerous for minute atten
tion; and the aching hearts of ten thousand Drives to their dens th' obedient beasts of prey. See Judah's promis d king berest of all,
parents, mourning under the bitterest of all dis. Driv'n out an exile from the face of Saul,
appointments, attest the truth of the allegation.
His quarrel, therefore, is with the mischief at
large, and not with any particular instance of it.
Sofa. A school-boy's ramble. A walk in the * Bruyere.
country. The scene described. Rural sounds as well as sights delightful. Another walk. These for the rich; the rest whom Fate bad pac: Mistake concerning the charms of solitude cor- In modest mediocrity, content rected. Colonnades commended. Alcove, and / With base materials, sat on well-tann'd hides the view from it. The wilderness. The grove. Obdurate and unyielding, glassy smooth, The thresher. The necessity and the bene- With here and there a fust of crimson yam, fits of exercise. The works of nature superior Or scarlet crewel, in the cushion fird, to, and, in some instances, inimitable hy, art. If cushion might be called, what harder seen d The wearisomeness of what is commonly called 'Than the firm oak, of which the frame was in a life of pleasure. Change of scene sometimes No want of timber then was selt or fear'd expedient. A common described, and the cha- In Albion's happy is!e. The lumber stood racter of Crazy Kate introduced. Gypsies. Pond'rous and fix'd by its own massy weight The blessings of civilized life. The state most But elbow's still were wanting; these, si-be as, favorable to virtue. The South-Sea islanders An alderman of Cripplegate contrivd; compassionated, but chiefly Omai. His present And some ascribe th' invention to a priest, state of mind supposed. Civilized life friendly Burly, and big, and studious of his ease. to virtue, but not great cities. Great cities, and But rude at first, and not with easy slope London in particular, allowed their due praises, Receding wide, they press'd against the nbs but censured. Fête-champêtre. The book con- And bruis'd the side; and, elevated bigh, cludes with a reflection on the fatal effects of Taught the rais'd shoulders to invade the ears dissipation and effeminacy upon our public mea- Long time elaps'd or ere our rugged sires sures.
Complain'd, though incommodiously pent in,
And ill at ease behind. The ladies first I sing the Sofa. I, who lately sang
'Gan murmur. as became the sofier ser Truth, Hope, and Charity, and touch'd with awe Ingenious Fancy, never better pleasd The solemn chords, and with a trembling hand, Than when employ'd t'accommodate the fair Escap'd with pain from that advent'rous flight, Heard the sweet moan with pity, and devid Now seek repose upon an humbler theme; | The soft settee ; one elbow at each end, The theme though humble, yet august and proud And in the midst an elbow it received, Th' occasion—for the Fair commands the song. United yet divided, twain at once.
Time was, when clothing sumptuous or for use, So sit two kings of Brentford on one throne ; Save their own painted skins, our sires had none. And so two citizens who take the air, As yet black breeches were not; satin smooth, Close-pack'd, and smiling, in a chaise and one. Or velvet soft, or plush with shaggy pile :
But relaxation of the languid frame. The hardy chief upon the rugged rock
| By soft recumbency of out-stretch'd limbs, Wash'd by the sea, or on the grav'ly bank
Was bliss reserv'd for happier days. So slow Thrown up by wintry torrents roaring loud, | The growth of what is excellent; so hard Fearless of wrong, repos'd his weary strength. T' attain perfection in this nether world. Those barb'rous ages past, succeeded next
Thus first Necessity invented stools, The birth-day of Invention ; weak at first,
Convenience next suggested elbow-chairs. Dull in design, and clumsy to perform.
And Luxury th' accomplishid Sota last. Joint-stools were then created : on three legs
The nurse sleeps sweetly, hird to watch the se Upborne they stood. Three legs upholding firm Whom snoring she disturbs. As sweetly be. A massy slab, in fashion square or round.
Who quits the coach-box at the midnight hour, On such a stool iminortal Alfred sat.
To sleep within the carriage more secure; And sway'd the sceptre of his infant realms : His legs depending at the open door. And such, in ancient halls and mansions drear, Sweet sleep enjoys the curate in his desk, May still be seen; but perforated sore,
The tedious rector drawling o'er his head; And drillid in holes, the solid oak is found,
And sweet the clerk below. But neither sleep By worms voracious eaten through and through. of lazy nurse, who snores the sick man dead; At length a generation more refin'd
Nor his, who quits the box at midnight hour, Improv'd the simple plan ; made three legs four, | To slumber in the carriage more secure; Gave them a twisted form vermicular,
Nor sleep enjoy'd by curate in his desh; And o'er the seat, with plenteous wadding stuff"d, Nor yet the dozings of the clerk, as sweet, Induc'd a splendid cover, green and blue,
Compar'd with the repose the Sofa yields. Yellow and red, of tap'stry richly wrought
O may I live exempted (while I live And woven close, or needle-work sublime. Guiltless of pamper'd appetite obscene) There might ye see the piony spread wide,
From pangs arthritic, that infest the toe The full-blown rose, the shepherd and his lass, Of libertine Excess. The Sofa suits Lapdog and lambkin with black staring eyes, The gouty limb, 'tis true; but gouty limb, And parrots with twin cherries in their beak. Though on a Sofa, may I never feel:
Now came the cane from India smooth and bright For I have lov'd the rural walk through lanes With Nature's varnish; sever'd into stripes, of grassy swarth, close-cropp'd by nibbling szett That interlac'd each other, these supplied
And skirted thick with intertexture firm Of texture firm a lattice-work, that brac'd
Of Thorny boughs; have lor'd the rural walk The new machine, and it became a chair.
O'er bills, through valleys, and by rivers' brila, But restless was the chair; the back erect
E'er since a truant boy I passid my bounds, Distress'd the weary loins, that felt no ease; T' enjoy a ramble on the banks of Thames; The slipp'ry seat betray'd the sliding part
And suill remember, nor without regtels That press'd it, and the feet hung dangling down, of hours, that sorrow since has much endear Anxious in vain to find the distant floor.
How oft, my slice of pocket-store consum ,
Still hung'ring, penniless, and far from home, And all their leaves fast Autt'ring, all at once. I fed on scarlet hips and stony haws,
Nor less composure waits upon the rear Or blushing crabs, or berries, that emboss
Of distant foods, or on the softer voice The bramble, black as jet, or sloes austere. Of neighb'ring fountain, or of rills that slip Hard fare! but such as boyish appetite
Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall Disdains not; nor the palate, undeprav'd
Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length By culinary arts, unsav'ry deems.
In matted grass, that with a livelier green No Sofa then awaited my return!
Betrays the secret of their silent course. Nor Sofa then I needed. Youth repairs
Nature inanimate employs sweet sounds, His wasted spirits quickly, by long toil
But animated nature sweeter still, * Incurring short fatigue ; and, though our years, To soothe and satisfy the human ear. *** As life declines, speed rapidly away,
Ten thousand warblers cheer the day, and one ! And not a year but pilfers as he goes
The livelong night: nor these alone, whose notes Some youthful grace, that age would gladly keep; Nice-finger'd Art must emulate in vain, A tooth, or auburn lock, and by degrees
But cawing rooks, and kites that swim sublime _ Their length and color from the locks they spare; In still repeated circles, screaming loud, as The elastic spring of an unwearied foot,
The jay, the pie, and ev’n the boding owl, That mounts the stile with ease, or leaps the fence, |That hails the rising moon, have charms for me. 9 That play of lungs, inhaling and again
Sounds inharmonious in themselves and harsh, pes Respiring freely the fresh air, that makes
Yet heard in scenes where peace for ever reigns D-L Swift pace or steep ascent no toil to me,
| And only there, please highly for their sake. 1. Mine have not pilfer'd yet; nor yet impair'd
Peace to the artist, whose ingenious thought My relish of fair prospect; scenes that sooth'd Devis'd the weather-house, that useful toy! in Or charm'd me young, no longer young, I find Fearless of humid air and gath'ring rains,
I Suill soothing, and of pow'r to charm me still. Forth steps the man-an emblem of myself! har And witness, dear companion of my walks, More delicate his tim'rous mate retires. Hi Whose arm this twentieth winter I perceive When Winter soaks the fields, and female feet,
Fast lock'd in mine, with pleasure such as love, Too weak to struggle with tenacious clay,
Or ford the rivulets, are best at home,
The task of new discov'ries falls on me. Witness a joy that thou hast doubted long. At such a season, and with such a charge, Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, Once went I forth ; and found, till then unknown And that my raptures are not conjur'd up
A cottage, whither oft we since repair: To serve occasions of poetic pomp,
| 'Tis perch'd upon the green hill top, but close But genuine, and art partner of them all.
Environd with a ring of branching elms, How oft upon yon eminence our pace
That overhang the thatch, itself unseen Has slacken'd to a pause, and we have borne Peeps at the vale below; so thick beset The ruffling wind, scarce conscious that it blew, With foliage of such dark redundant growth, While Admiration, feeding at the eye,
I call'd the low-roof'd lodge the Peasant's Nest. And still unsated, dwelt upon the scene.
And, hidden as it is, and far remote Thence with what pleasure have we just discern'd From such unpleasing sounds, as haunt the ear The distant plow slow-moving, and beside
In village or in town, the bay of curs ** His lab'ring team, that swerv'd not from the track, Incessant, clinking hammers, grinding wheels, 1x The sturdy swain diminish'd to a boy! '
And infants clam'rous whether pleas'd or pain'd Here Ouse, slow winding through a level plain
Oft have I wish'd the peaceful covert mine. Of spacious meads with cattle sprinkled o'er, * Here,” I have said, “ at least I should possess Conducts the eye along his sinuous course
The poet's treasure, silence, and indulge i Delighted. There, fast rooted in their bank, The dreams of fancy, tranquil and secure." 4.) Stand, never overlook'd, our fav’rite elms,
Vain thought! the dweller in that still retreat 9 That screen the herdsman's solitary hut;
Dearly obtains the refuge it affords. There is While far beyond, and overthwart the stream, Its elevated site forbids the wretch Preberi opis That, as with molten glass, inlays the vale,
To drink sweet waters of the crystal well : *** The sloping land recedes into the clouds;
He dips his bowl into the weedy ditch, dent Displaying on its varied side the grace
And, heavy laden, brings his bev'rage home, Of hedge-row beauties numberless, square tow'r, Far fetch'd and little worth ; nor seldom waits, Tall spire, from which the sound of cheerful bells Dependent on the baker's punctual call, Just undulates upon the list'ning ear,
To hear his creaking panniers at the door, ins Groves, heaths, and smoking villages, remote. Angry, and sad, and his last crust consum'd.
Scenes must be beautiful, which daily view'd So farewell envy of the Peasant's Nest!
If solitude make scant the means of life
Be still a pleasing object in my view;
My visit still, but never mine abode.
| Not distant far a length of colonnade The tone of languid Nature. Mighty winds, Invites us. Monument of ancient taste, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Now scorn'd, but worthy of a better fate. Of ancient growth, make music not unlike Our fathers knew the value of a screen The dash of Ocean on his winding shore, From sultry suns; and in their shaded walks And lull the spirit while they fill the mind; And long-protracted bow'rs, enjoy'd at noon Unnumber'd branches waving in the blast,
The gloom and coolness of declining day.
We bear our shades about us: self-depriv'd
Hence the declivity is sharp and short, of other screen, the thin umbrella spread,
And such the re-ascent; between ciera weape And range an Indian waste without a tree.
A little naiad her impor'rish'd urn Thanks to Benevolus*-he spares me yet
All summer long, which winter file again. These chestnuts rang'd in corresponding lines ; The folded gates would bar my progres now, And, though himself so polish'd, still reprieves But that the lordt of this incloe'd demesse, The obsolete prolixity of shade.
Communicative of the good he owns, Descending now (but cautious, lest too fast) Admits me to a share; the guiltless eve A sudden steep upon a rustic bridge,
Commits no wrong, nor wastes what it enjoy We pass a gulf, in which the willows dip
Refreshing change! where now the blazing S' 'Their pendent boughs, stooping as if to drink. By short transition we have lost his glare, Hence, ancle-deep in moss and flow'ry thyme, And stepp'd at once into a cooler clime. We mount again, and feel at ev'ry step
Ye fallen avenues ! once moie I mourn Our foot half-sunk in hillocks green and soft, Your fate unmerited, once more rejoice Rais'd by the mole, the miner of the soil.
That yet a remnant of your race services. He, not unlike the great ones of mankind,
How airy and how light the graceful arch. Disfigures Earth; and, plotting in the dark,
Yet awful as the consecrated roof Toils much to earn a monumental pile,
Re-echoing pious anthems! while beneath That may record the mischiefs he has done. The chequer'd earth seems restless as a flood
The summit gain'd, behold the proud alcove Brush'd by the wind. So sportive is the Labs That crowns it! yet not all its pride secures Shot through the boughs, it dances as they dem The grand retreat from injuries impressid
Shadow and sun-shine intermingling quick By rural carvers, who with knives deface
And dark’ning and enlighi'ning, as the leaves The panels, leaving an obscure, rude name, | Play wanton, ev'ry moment, ev'ry spot. cheer! In characters uncouth, and spelt amiss.
And now, with nerves new-brac'd and ) So sirong the zeal t' immortalize himself
We tread the wilderness, whose well-rol'd nas Beats in the breast of man, that ev'n a few, With curvature of slow and easy sweep, Few transient years, won from th' abyss abhorr'd Deception innocent-give ample space Of blank oblivion, seem a glorious prize,
To narrow bounds. The grove receives us der And even to a clown. Now roves the eye ;
Between the upright shasts of whose tall ela And, posted on his speculative height,
We may discern the thresher at his las Exulis in its command. The sheep-fold here Thump after thump resounds the constant tiaz? Pours out its fleecy tenants o'er the glebe.
That seems to swing uncertain, and yet falis At first progressive as a stream, they seek
Full on the destin'd ear. Wide flies the chall The middle field; but, scatter'd by degrees, The rustling straw sends up a frequent must Each to his choice, soon whiten all the land. Of atoms, sparkling in the noon-day beam. There from the sun-burnt hay-field homeward creeps Come hither, ye that press your beds of down The loaded wain; while, lighten'd of its charge, | And sleep pot; see him sweating o'er his beste The wain that meets it passes swiftly by ;
Before he eats it.-"Ts the primal curse, The boorish driver leaning o'er his team
But sofien'd into mercy; made the pledge Vocif'rous, and impatient of delay.
Of cheerful days, and nights without a great Nor less attractive is the woodland scene,
By ceaseless action, all that is subsists. Diversified with trees of ev'ry growth,
Constant rotation of th' unwearied wheel. Alike, yet various. llere the grey smooth trunks That Nature rides upon, maintains her health, Of ash, or lime, or beech, distinctly shine,
Her beauty, her feruility. She dreads Within the twilight of their distant shades;
An instant's pause, and lives but while she mois There, lost behind a rising ground, the wood Its own revolvency upholds the World. Seems sunk, and shortend to its topmost boughs. Winds from all quarters agitate the air, No tree in all the grove but has its charms,
And fit the limpid element for use, Though each its hue peculiar; paler some,
Else noxious; oceans, rivers, lakes, and streatus And of a wannish gray; the willow such,
All feel the fresh'ning impulse, and are clenes And poplar, that with silver lines his leaf,
By restless undulation : ev'n the ook And ash, far-stretching his umbrageous arm; Thrives by the rude concussion of the storm: of deeper green the elm; and deeper still,
He seems indeed indignant, and to feel Lord of the woods, the long-surviving oak.
Th'impression of the blast with proud discus Some glossy-leav'd, and shining in the sun,
Frowning, as if in his unconscious arm The maple, and the beach of oily nuts
He held the thunder: but the monarch owes Prolific, and the lime at dewy eve
His firm stability to what he scorns, Diffusing odors : nor unnoted pass
More fix'd below, the more disturb'd above The sycamore, capricious in attire,
The law, by which all creatures else are bote Now green, now tawny, and, ere Autumn yet Binds man, the lord of all. Himself deriver Have chang'd the woods, in scarlet honors bright. No mean advantage from a kindred cause. O'er these, but far beyond (a spacious map
From strenuous toil his hours of sweetest rase. Of hill and valley interpos'd between,)
The sedentary stretch their lazy length The Ouse, dividing the well-water'd land,
When Custom bids, but no refreshment find Now glitters in the sun, and now retires,
For none they need : the languid eye, the citi As bashful, yet impatient to be seen.
Deserted of its bloom, the faccid, shrunk,
And wither'd muscle, and the vapid soul, John Courtney Throckmorton, Esq. of Weston Underwood.
† See the foregoing dote