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at Deal. Yet the Colonel did not lose his chearfulness, He entertained himself with sorting and shadowing cockle sheils; but his business and continual study was the scripture. As it drew towards the close of the year, Mrs. H. was obliged to go to Owthorpe to fetch her children and other supplies to her husband. His daughter and brother staid at Deal, and coming to him every day, walked out with him to the sea-side, a liberty with which he was now indulged. When his wife went away, he was well and chearful, and confident of seeing Owthorpe again. On the third of September, after walking by the sea-side, he came home aguish, and went to bed. The disorder, with some variations, increased, and on the fourth day he rose to sleep no more until his last sleep came upon him, continuing the whole time in a feverish distemper. The day on which he died was the 11th of September, 1664. His body was conveyed to Owthorpe for burial. He died in the forty-ninth year of

his age.

Art. XXIII. Three Brief Biographical Notices.

DR. GLO'STER RIDLEY. Dr. Glo'ster Ridley was of the same family with Dr. Nicholas Ridley, Bishop of London, who fell a martyr to the persecutions of Queen Mary. He was born 1702, on board the Gloucester East-Indiaman, from whence he took his name; educated at Winchester; Fellow of New College, Oxford, LL.B. 29 April, 1729. Here he laid the foundation of those acquirements, which afterwards distinguished him as a poet, historian, and divine. For many years his only preferment was the small college living of Weston Longueville, in Norfolk, and the donative of Ponlar in Middlesex: to these the College afterwards added the donative of Rumford in Essex. In this seclusion he was content with domestic happiness; and the friendship of a select few, distinguished for learning and worth In 1740 and 1742 he prea hed eight sermons

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: at Lady Moyer's Lecture, which were published in 1742, 8vo. In 176, he published “ The Life of Bishop Ridley” in 4to. In '705, he published his “ Review of Philips's Life of Cardinal Pole;” and in 1768 in reward for his labours in this controversy, and in another which the “ Confessional produced, was presented by Archbishop Secker to a golden Prebend at Salisbury. He died Nov. 3, 1774, æt. 72, leaving a widow, and four daughters; of whom Mrs. Evans, the only married one, published several novels.

In the latter part of his life, he lost both his song; cach a youth of abilities. The elder, James Ridley, was author of, i. The Tales of the Genii. 2. A hu. morous paper, called “The Schemer,' afterwards col

. lected into a volume. 3. The History of James Love. grove, Esq.; and some other literary works. Thomas, the younger, died of the small-pox, a writer at Madras.

Two poems by Dr Ridley, one styled “ Jovi Eleutherio, or an offering to Liberty;" the other, called “Psyche,” are in Dodsley's Collection. “Melampus," the sequel of the latter, has since been published by subscription. His Transcript of the Syriac Gospels has been published with a literal Latin translation by Professor White, in z'vols to. at Oxford.

From a Note to Nichols's Collection of Poems, Vol.

VIII. p. 77.

VOL. IV.

2. Miss

2. MISS PENNINGTON.

This young poetess died in 1759, at the early age of 25. She was daughter of the Rev. Mr. Pennington, Rector of Huntingdon. Mr. John Duncombe

, has celebrated her in his “ Feminead,” for her “Copper Farthing," printed in Dilly's “ Repository," 1777, Vol. I. p. 131. Her “ Ode to a Thrush" is in Dodsley's Collection ; and her “ Ode to Morning” and “a Riddle” in Nichols's Collection.

From the same, Vol. VI. p. 27,

3. MISS FARRER.

This lady was a cotemporary, and probably of the same neighbourhood, with Miss Pennington. Mr. Edwards. (in Richardson's Correspondence, edited by Mrs. Barbauld,) speaks of her “ charming Ode on the Spring;” and in the same publication is inserted the following “Ode to Cynthia.”

ODE TO CYNTHIA,

BY MISS FARRER.

« Sister of Phæbus, gentle Queen,
Of aspect mild, and brow serene;
Whose friendly beams by night appear
The lonely traveller to cheer!
Attractive Power, whose mighty sway
The Ocean's swelling waves obey ;
And, mounting upward, seem to raise
A liquid altar to thy praise !
Thee witber'd hags at midnight hour
Invoke to their infernal bower.

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Art, XXIV. The Ruminator. Containing a series

of moral and sentimental Essays.

[CONTINUED FROM P. 110.]

No. IV.

On the state best adapted to human happiness.

Vitam quæ faciunt beatiorem,
Jucundissime Martialis, hæc sunt;
Res non parta labore, sed relicta;
Non ingratus ager; focus perennis;
Lis

nunquam, toga rara; mens quieta;
Vires ingenua, salubre corpus;
Prudens simplicitas; pures amici;
Convictus facilis, sine arte mensa:
Nox non ebria, sed soluta curis;
Non tristis torus, attamen pudicus;
Somnus qui faciat breves tenebras;
Quod sis, esse velis, nihilque malis;
Summum nec metuas diem, nec optes."

MARTIAL 3. 47

Translation by Cowley. “Since, dearest friend, 'tis your desire to sec A true receipt of happiness from me;

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These

These are the chief ingredients, if not all:
Take an estate neither too great, nor small,
Which quantum sufficit the doctors call.
Let this estate from parent's care descend;
The getting it too much of life does spend.
Take such a ground, whose gratitude may be
A fair encouragement for industrie.
Let constant fires the Winter's fury tame;
And let thy kitchen be a restal flame.
Thee to the town let never suit at law,
And rarely, very rarely, business draw:
Thy active mind in equal temper keep,
In undisturbed peace, yet not in sleep.
Let exercise a vigorous health maintain,
Without which all the composition's vain.
In the same weight prudence and innocence take,
Ana of each does the just mixture make.
But a few friendships wear, and let them be
By nature and by fortune fit for thee,
Instead of art and luxury in food,
Let mirth and freedom make thy table good;
If any cares into the day time creep,
At night, without wine's opium, let them sleep,
Let rest, which Nature does to darkness wed,
And not lust, recommend to thee thy bed;
Be satisfied, and pleased, with what thou art;
Act chearfully and well the allotted part;
Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the past,
And neither fear, nor wish the approaches of the last."

I have often and deeply reflected how far this state of existence is in right of itself capable of happiness; and what are the circumstances which afford the best chance of attaining it; and I am firmly convinced that the description given by Martial of the ingredients

most

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