admired, he had little time, or perhaps disposition, for reflection; and the last preceding stanzas were no doubt written at the earlier period. But a strong contrast to them is presented in the next and last example of his poetical talent, and, greatly is the estimate that we should have formed of his character, elevated by the impression, that these lines leave upon the reader's mind; they evince, not only how deep and sincere were his parental feelings, but also those religious ones, which, as he himself observes, were "to cheer his closing day." In the evening of life, Lord John Townshend was visited by several heavy domestic trials, having lost three children; one of them was the godson of his friend Charles Fox, and named after him. The first of these afflictions was the death of a favourite daughter, and this melancholy event he thus feelingly records : "TO THE MEMORY OF GEORGIANA ISABELLA TOWNSHEND, WHO DIED ON THE 17TH OF SEPTEMBER 1811, IN THE TWENTY-FIRST YEAR OF HER AGE. BY HER FATHER. "Oh! gone for ever-loved, lamented child! Who, three long years, with sad foreboding heart, Still wept and watch'd, and still to Heaven for aid, Dear child! my heart-Dear Bella! thou art blest. It was after reading this natural and affecting epitaph that the author, deeply impressed by its beauty, though unskilled in verse, wrote the following lines; they have no poetical merit, but may meet with charitable criticism from the many, and interest the sympathies of some, who have passed through the same ordeal as himself. They commemorate the death of Edgar, who was born at Odessa, in South Russia, and died there suddenly on the 7th of March 1840. THE FOREIGN GRAVE. "Traveller, why shed the tear?-the flowing sails Why sad and pensive thus, when, high and bright, Why listless view the land that gave you birth? The Traveller paused-then on his friend, his bride, On Marathon look'd down from dark Pentelic's height; And wandering on with ardour unsubdued, For as we journey'd, full of hope and joy, I look'd into the grave, the snow had drifted there; Towards the close of his life, Lord John Townshend spent much of his time at Brighton, where he was greatly respected, and received many and marked attentions from his late Majesty. He died on the 25th of February 1833, in the seventy-seventh year of his age. VOL. I. P CHAPTER XVII. Estimation in which Brummell was held by Clever Men-The Poet Crabbe's Opinion of him-The Butterfly's Funeral-Brummell the Author of it-Julia Storer-The Beau's Verses on her Child-An Anecdote from the Clubs of London-A Rencontre between Sheridan and Brummell-Sheridan's Fugitive Poetry-Lines Addressed to the Countess of Bessborough-Tom Sheridan-The Loss of the Saldanha Frigate-His Stanzas on the Event-Lines to Julia. THAT Brummell possessed a refined taste, not merely in dress and manners, but on subjects more worthy of his intellect, is proved by his being admitted on intimate terms to the society of such women as the late Duchesses of Devonshire and Rutland; and men whose pursuits were of a much higher order than those of the idlers of Watier's, or the flaneurs of Bond Street and St. James's. Had he indeed been nothing better than an elegant automaton, he would never have acquired the influence that he decidedly obtained; he would not have enjoyed the society of clever men, neither would they have thought it worth their while to bestow a word upon him, even in their moments of relaxation.-But the reverse was the case: his acquaintance was not limited to men of fashion only; it comprised a great portion of the most intellectual |