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soon resign'd his breath, Brave as w lov'd thee, and was ly'd to death. Good M - m - t's fate tore ‘P -- th from thy side, And thy last figh was heard when & W..m died. 80
Ver. 80. W-m died.] Sir William Wyndham died this year ; his death was a fevere blow to the Party, and none felt it per. haps more than Bolingbroke, whose friendship for him appears to have been ardent and fincere. The following extract of a letter from Bolingbroke, to Sir Charles Wyndham on this occasion will be read with interest, as it particularly thews the sentiments of the Party at this time :
Lord BOLINGBROKÈ to Sør CHARLES WYNDHAM. 6 DEAR SIR,
Argeville, August 8th, 1740. “ I feel as I ought to do, the kindness you shew me in fending a fervant on purpose, with a letter that gives me as much comfort as I am capable of receiving, since the loss we have sustained by the death of your Father and my Friend. You are in the right, and I love you the better for the sentiment: it is reputation to be descended from so great and so good a man; and surely it is some to have lived thirty years with him in the warmest and most active friendship. Far from any need of making excuses, that you did not write the cruel news to me when you sent to my Lady Denbigh, I have thanks to return you for sparing me, as you fpared yourself. The news came to me with less surprize, but not with less effect. My unhappiness, for such it will be as long as I am able to feel pleasure and pain, began however a little later. It is a plain truth, free from all affectation or compliment, that as your Father was dearer to me than all the rest of the world, fo must every thing be that remains of him : you, Sir, especially, who are as dear to my heart as you could be, if, being the fame worthy man you are, you was my own son. The resolutions you have taken both as to public and private life, are such as become the
* Earl of Scarborough. In another place Pope spells his name with a w. Ep. to the Sat. Dial. 2. 1. 65. • Marchmont.
Polwarth, son to Lord Marchmort. & Wyndham.
Thy Nobles" Sl - s, thy' Se. - s bought with gold, Thy Clergy perjur'd, thy whole People fold. An atheist ya w's * ad .. Blotch thee all o'er, and fink ...
Alas! on one alone our all relies, Let him be honest, and he must be wise, Let him no trifler from his school, Nor like his ... Be but a man! unminister'd, alone, And free at once the Senate and the Throne; 90 Esteem the public love his best supply, A'C's true glory his integrity; Rich with his ... in his ... strong, Affect no conquest, but endure no wrong.
NOTES. son and successor of Sir William Wyndham. To be a friend to your country, is to be what he was eminently ; it is to be what he would have recommended you to be, even with his dying breath, if the nature of his distemper had permitted such an effort. He thought this country on the brink of ruin, and that monarchical but free constitution of government, wherein the glory and the happiness of our nation consisted, at the point of being diffolved, and sacrificed to the support of a weak and wicked administration ; but he thought that the greater the distress was, the more incum. bent and the more pressing the duty of struggling to prevents or to alleviate, it became. One of the latt things he said to me the day before he left this place was, that he did not expect to live to fce Britain restored to a flourishing and secure state, but that he would die in labouring to procure that happinefs to those he should leave behind him. M. S. from the Egremont Papers; communicated by Mr. Coxe.
Whatever his religion or his blood,
Ver. 65. Whatever his religion] He probably means Frederick Prince of Wales, who took a decided part with the malecontents against Sir R. Walpole's administration. This was written the year before the general election, which decided the fate of Walpole. It is fingular that Pope, in this Satire, turns his weapons against his own party, and attacks many of those whom he had lately panegyrised with the most extravagant praise, particularly Pulteney and Chesterfield, of whom he said in 1738:
“ How can I, Pulteney, Chesterfield forget,
While Roman fpirit charms and Attic wit.”