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shall have Six-pence, nay Eight-pence, if I can contrive to live upon a Groat.

I am faithfully, Your's, &c.

And now Mr. Gay's Life was spent chiefly in the Country with the Duke and Dutchess of Queensberry. His Melancholy and Distemper continuing to get the better of him, though he had been always a Man of but few Words) he began to grow

still more. reserved, and feem'd to lose something of his Invention and Strength of Genius. Whether it were fo in Reality, or whether he began to think it vain and of no Effect, his Stomach grew weak, and his Head began to be troubled with Dizziness; he with cold damp Sweats all over him, and such a Dejection of Spirits, that the very Entrance into the Room of any Stranger would give him Disorder. Of this he wrote, as well as of his Intention of coming to London, to Mr. Pope; who in his Reply strives to keep him in Heart a little by Mirth, and laughs at Stephen Duck and the Laureat, (who was Mr. Eusden) whom he calls a drunken Søt of a Parson: It is dated Oet. 23, 1730

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VOUR Letter is a very kind one, but I can't

fay fo pleasing to me as many of your's have been, thro' the Account you give of the Dejection of your Spirits : I wish the too conftant Use of Wa. ter does not contribute to it; I find Dr. Arbuthnot and another very knowing Physician of that Opinion. I also with you' were not so totally immers'd in the

Country: I hope your Return to Town will be a prevalent Remedy against the Evil of too much Recollection: I wish it partly for my own Sake. We have lived little together of late, and we want to be Physicians for one another. It is a Remedy that a


greed very well with us both for many Years, and I fancy our Constitutions would mend upon the old Medicine of Studiorum fimilitudo, &c, I believe we both of us want whetting ; there are several here who will do you that good Office, merely for the Love of Wit, which seems to be bidding the Town a long and last Adieu. I can tell you of no one Thing worth reading, or seeing; the whole Age seems refoly'd to justify the Dunciad, and it may stand for a publick Epitaph or monumental Inscription like that at Thermopyle, on a whole People perish'd! There may indeed be a wooden Image or two of Poetry, let up, to preserve the Memory that there once were Bards in Britain ; and (like the Giants at Guildhall) show the Bulk and bad Taste of our Ancestors: At present the poor Laureat and Stephen Duck ferve for this Purpose ; a drunken Sot of a Parfon holds forth the Emblem of Inspiration, and an honest industrious Thresher not unaptly represents Pains and - Labour. · I hope this Phænomenon of Wiltshire has appear’d at Amesbury, or the Dutchess will be thought insensible of all bright Qualities and exalted Genius's, in Court and Country alike. But he is a harmless Man, and therefore I am glad.

This is all the News talk'd of at Court, but it will please you

better to hear that Mrs. Howard talks of you, tho' not in the fame Breath with the Thresher, as they do of me. By the Way, have you seen or convers’d with Mr. Chubb, who is a wonderful Phænomenon of Wiltshire ? I have read thro' his whole Volume with Admiration of the Writer; tho' not always with Approbation of the Doctrine. I have past just three Days in London in four Months, two at Windsor, half

an ane at Richmond, and have not taken cne Excursion into any other Country. Judge now whether I can live in my Library ? Adieu. Live


mindful of one of your first Friends, who will be fo to the last. Mrs. Blount deserves your Remembrance, for she never forgets you, and wants nothing of being a Friend.

I beg the Duke's and her Grace's Acceptance of my Services: The Contentment you express in their Company pleases me, tho' it be the Bar to my own, in dividing you from us. I am ever very truly

Dear Sir, Your, &c.

A. Pope.

Mr. Gay came shortly to Town, but his Fever growing inflammatory, he died the 4th of December, 1732, at his Grace the Duke of Queensberry's House in Burlington Gardens, near Piccadilly.

He, as he had five Years before hinted to Mr. Pope, died inteftate, and out of Place: Gay dies unpension'd, with a thousand Friends.

Pope. His Fortune was but small, and fell to his two Sifters; it was wholly owing to his own Labour and Prudence, during his Stewardship under the late Dutchess of Monmouth.

His Body was brought, by the Company of Upholders, from the Duke of Queensberry's to Exeter Exchange in the Strand, and on the 23d of Decemder, after lying in folemn State, was at eight o'clock in the Evening, drawn in a Hearfe adorn'd with black and white Feathers, attended by three Mourning Coaches and fix Horses, to Westminster Abbey.

His Pall was supported by the Right Hon. the Earl of Chesterfield, the Lord Viscount Cornbury, the Hon. Mr. Berkeley, General Dormer, Mr. Gore, and Mr,



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