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the Sublime in this piece of poetry, what can be nobler than the idea it gives us of the supreme Being thus raising a tumult among the elements, and recovering them out of their confusion, thus troubling and becalming nature?

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Great Painters do not only give us Landskips of gardens, groves, and meadows, but very often employ their pencils upon sea-pieces I could wish you would follow their example. If this small sketch may deserve a place among your works, I shall accompany it with a divine Ode, made by a Gentleman upon the conclusion of his travels.

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How are thy servants blest, O Lord!

How sure is their defence!
Eternal wisdom is their guide,

Their help Omnipotence.

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Confusion dwelt in ev'ry face,

And fear in ev'ry heart;

When waves on waves, and gulphs in gulphs,
O'ercame the pilot's art.

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Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord,
Thy mercy set me free,

Whilst in the confidence of pray'r

My soul took hold on thee.

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For tho' in dreadful whirles we hung
High on the broken wave,

I knew thou wert not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.

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The storm was laid, the winds retir'd,
Obedient to thy will;

The sea that roar'd at thy command,

At thy command was still.

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In midst of dangers, fears and death,
Thy goodness I'll adore,

And praise thee for thy mercies past;
And humbly hope for more.

X.

My life, if thou preserv'st my life,

Thy sacrifice shall be;

And death, if death must be my doom,

Shall join my soul to thee.

N° 517. Thursday, October 23. [1712.]

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We last night received a piece of ill news at our Club, which
very sensibly afflicted every one of us. I question not but my
Readers themselves will be troubled at the hearing of it. To
keep them no longer in suspence, Sir ROGER DE COVERLY is
dead. He departed this life at his house in the country, after
a few weeks sickness. Sir ANDREW FREEPORT has a Letter
from one of his correspondents in those parts, that informs him
the old man caught a cold at the county-sessions, as he was
very warmly promoting an Address of his own penning, in
which he succeeded according to his wishes.
But this par-

ticular comes from a Whig Justice of Peace, who was always
Sir ROGER's enemy and antagonist. I have Letters both from
the Chaplain and Captain SENTRY which mention nothing of it,
but are filled with many particulars to the honour of the good
old man.
I have likewise a Letter from the Butler, who took
so much care of me last summer when I was at the Knight's
house. As my friend the Butler mentions, in the simplicity of
his heart, several circumstances the others have passed over in
silence, I shall give my Reader a copy of his Letter, without
any alteration or diminution.

Honoured Sir,

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Knowing that you was my old Master's good friend, I "could not forbear sending you the melancholy news of his

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death, which has afflicted the whole country, as well as his poor servants, who loved him, I may say, better than we did our lives. I am afraid he caught his death the last county"sessions, where he would go to see justice done to a poor "widow woman, and her fatherless children, that had been 'wronged by a neighbouring Gentleman; for you know, my

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good master was always the poor man's friend. Upon his "coming home, the first complaint he made was, that he had "lost his roast-beef stomach, not being able to touch a sirloin, "which was served up according to custom; and you know he 5 "used to take great delight in it. From that time forward he 'grew worse and worse, but still kept a good heart to the last. "Indeed we were once in great hopes of his recovery, upon a "kind message that was sent him from the widow Lady whom "he had made love to the forty last years of his life; but this ΙΟ "only proved a lightning before his death. He has bequeathed "to this Lady, as a token of his love, a great pearl necklace, "and a couple of silver bracelets set with jewels, which belonged "to my good old Lady his mother: he has bequeathed the fine "white gelding, that he used to ride a hunting upon, to his 'Chaplain, because he thought he would be kind to him, and "has left you all his books. He has, moreover, bequeathed to "the Chaplain a very pretty tenement with good lands about it. "It being a very cold day when he made his will, he left for 'mourning, to every man in the parish, a great frize-coat, and "to every woman a black riding-hood. It was a most moving

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"sight to see him take leave of his poor servants, commending us all for our fidelity, whilst we were not able to speak a word "for weeping. As we most of us are grown grey-headed in our "dear master's service, he has left us pensions and legacies, "which we may live very comfortably upon the remaining part "of our days. He has bequeathed a great deal more in charity, "which is not yet come my knowledge, and it is peremptorily "said in the parish, that he has left money to build a steeple "to the Church; for he was heard to say some time ago, that "if he lived two years longer, Coverly Church should have a "steeple to it. The Chaplain tells every body that he made a 'very good end, and never speaks of him without tears. He "was buried, according to his own directions, among the family "of the COVERLIES, on the left hand of his father Sir Arthur,

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"The Coffin was carried by six of his tenants, and the Pall "held up by six of the Quorum: the whole parish followed the "corps with heavy hearts, and in their mourning suits, the men "in frize, and the women in riding-hoods. Captain SENTRY, my master's nephew, has taken possession of the hall-house, "and the whole estate. When my old master saw him a little "before his death, he shook him by the hand, and wished him "joy of the estate which was falling to him, desiring him only "to make a good use of it, and to pay the several legacies, and "the gifts of charity which he told him he had left as quit-rents upon the estate. The Captain truly seems a courteous man, though says but little. He makes much of those whom my "master loved, and shews great kindness to the old house-dog, "that you know my poor master was so fond of. It would "have gone to your heart to have heard the moans the dumb 15 creature made on the day of my master's death. He has never joyed himself since; no more has any of us. "the melancholiest day for the poor people that ever happened "in Worcestershire. This being all from,

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Honoured Sir, Your most sorrowful servant,

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Edward Biscuit.

P. S. "My master desired, some weeks before he died, "that a book which comes up to you by the carrier should "be given to Sir ANDREW FREEPORT in his name.

This Letter, notwithstanding the poor Butler's manner of 25 writing it, gave us such an idea of our good old friend, that upon the reading of it there was not a dry eye in the Club. Sir ANDREW opening the book, found it to be a collection of Acts of Parliament. There was in particular the Act of Uniformity, with some passages in it marked by Sir Roger's own hand. Sir ANDREW found that they related to two or three points, which he had disputed with Sir ROGER the last time

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