Or need we monuments fupply,
To refcue what can never die?

And yet a greater hero far,
(Unless great Socrates could err)
Shall rife to blefs fome future day,
And teach to live, and teach to pray.
Come, unknown inftructor, come!

Our leaping hearts fhall make thee room :
Thou, with Jove, our vows fhalt fhare,
Of Jove and thee we are the care.

O Father King! whofe heav'nly face
Shines ferene on all thy race,
We thy magnificence adore,
And thy well-known aid implore:
Nor vainly for thy help we call,
Nor can we want; for thou art all.”

Such is the piece I have ventured to commend. It's beauties are numerous and ftriking; and I am perfuaded that no reader of taste and difcernment will object to it's introduction: the lefs fo, when it is confidered, that though many

have heard of this gentleman's name in the Dunciad and the Difpenfary, but few are acquainted with his claims to a more honourable diftinction. Had all the imitators and tranflators of the ancients done them equal juftice, they would have no reason to repine at being feen in an English drefs. But Mr Wefley's talents as a writer are the leaft of his praife. He was not merely a man of learning and ability. His piety and integrity were ftriking and exemplary. He was given to hofpitality; and in every refpect a most excellent parifh priest: and after a long and useful life, died at Epworth, in April, 1735. The truly Chriftian refignation, the fortitude and magnanimity which crowned the last moments of this valuable man, were fo ftriking, and are fo admirably defcribed in a letter from his fon, the late Mr Charles

Wefley, to his brother Samuel, that it were an injury to the public to omit it.

"Dear Brother,

my

After all your defire of seeing father alive, you are at last affured, you muft fee his face no more, till he is raised in incoruption. You have reafon to envy us, who could attend him in the laft ftage of his illnefs. The few words he could utter I faved, and I hope, fhall never forget them. Some of them were, "Nothing too much to fuffer for heaven. The weaker I am in body, the stronger and more fenfible fupport I feel from God. There is but a step between me and death. To-morrow I would fee you all with me round the table, that we may once more drink of the cup of bleffing, before we drink it new in the kingdom of God.' With defire have I defired to

eat this paffover with you before I die." The morning he was to communicate, he was fo weak and full of pain, that he could not, without the utmost difficulty, receive the elements; often repeating, "thou shakeft me; thou fhakeft me;" but immediately after receiving, there followed the moft fenfible alteration: he appeared full of peace and faith, which extended even to his body; for he was fo much better, that we almoft hoped he would recover. The fear of death he had entirely conquered, and at laft gave up his latest human defires, of finishing Job*, paying his debts, and seeing you.

He often laid his hand upon my head, and faid, "Be fteady. The Chriftian faith will furely revive in this kingdom. You fhall fee it, though I fhall not." To my fifter Emily he faid,

*A Latin commentary on that book.

"Don't be concerned at my death. God will then begin to manifeft himself to my family." When we were met about him, his ufual expreffion was, "Now let me hear you talk of heaven." On my afking him whether he did not find himself worse, he replied, "Oh! my Charles, I feel a great deal: God chaftens me with ftrong pain; but I praise him for it; I thank him for it; I love him for it."

On the 25th, his voice failed him, and nature feemed exhaufted; when, on my brother's afking him whether he was not near heaven, he answered distinctly, and with the most of hope and triumph that could be expreffed in founds, "Yes, I am.” He spoke once more, juft after my brother had ufed the commendatory prayer. His laft words were, "Now you have done all." This was about