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THE PRETENDER AND HIS FAMILY.
at which he and his two sons were present. They are good fine boys, especially the younger, who has the more spirit of the two, and both danced incessantly all night long! For the Father, he is a thin illmade man, extremely tall and awkward, of a most unpromising countenance, a good deal resembling Jumes the Second, and has extremely the air and look of an idiot, particularly when he laughs or prays; the first he does not often, the latter continually! He lives private enough with his little court about him, consisting of Lord Durbar, who manages every thing, and two or three of the Preston Scotch Lords, who would be very glad to make their peace at home !"
As to these Sons of the Pretender, it may be remarked, that the one became a Cardinal, and the other, called the Chevalier, (only four years afterwards,) made an attempt, in Scotland, 1745, to recover for his father the crown of these kingdoms. He seized the City of Edinburgh; penetrated with his little army as far as Derby, within one hundred miles of the British metropolis ; beat the King's troops twice at Preston Pans and Falkirk, but was entirely defeated at Culloden, near Inverness, April 16, 1746, with tremendous slaughter, by the Duke of Cumberland. It is rather remarkable, that both these heroes were Kings' sons, and each in the 26th year of his age ! The young Pretender (as he was termed) hid himself, suffering incredible hardships, for some months in the Western Isles of Scotland, and though £20,000 was offered for his apprehension, he escaped
to the Continent, where he finished his days, in 1788, at an advanced age. A portrait of Prince CHARLES, in the Culloden Papers, has not given him a prepossessing physiognomy; but his character and conduct during the Rebellion, 1745, secured to him, especially among his followers, high admiration. His brother, the CARDINAL, died since, and with him the Stuart Family are extinguished. As he was poor, a pension was allowed himn by the British Government, and our Prince Regent generously raised a monument to his memory! Thus finished the race of the Stuarts, a series of monarchs peculiarly unfortunate ; but who, it is confessed, though they abused their prosperity, shone with a more than ordinary lustre amidst the darkness of adversity. From their fate let MONARCHS learn that the affection of the people is the only firm basis of their thronės"; thus will their names, encircled with the purest glory, descend to posterity!
The letters of Mr. Gray are accurately descriptive of the customs and manners of both the ancient and modern inhabitants of Italy. In one of his epistles he gives an account of a visit into the country, after the manner which Horace would have adopted on the occasion. And by another epistle, describing the objects at Naples and in its vicinity, the lover of Virgil will be gratified through the recognition of places mentioned in his immortal writings. Indeed, Mr. Gray's mind was profusely stored with classic lore; a kind of golden vein is seen to run along,
enriching and enlivening all his communications, whether made in prose or poured forth in poetry.
These classical travellers now turned their faces homeward, and retraced their steps to Reggio, where differing they parted. Mr. Gray embarked at Venice, and passing along the Alps, through France, soon reached England. Dissimilarity of temper occasioned the separation. The one, from his earliest years, curious, pensive and philosophical; the other, gay, lively and inconsiderate. Mr. Walpole afterwards honourably took the blame to himself, and in the year 1744, by means of a lady who wished well to both parties, a reconciliation was effected:
Soon after MR. GRAY's return to England his ' father died, wben his mother and aunt retired to Stoke on a small competency. Here they lived with their sister, Mrs. Rogers, who had lately become a widow. His friend West died next year, which he felt severely, as appears from the following Sonnet on his decease
In vain to me the smiling mornings shine,
And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire;
Or cheerful fields resume their green attire.
A different object do these eyes require,
And in my breast th' imperfect joys expire!
ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS.
The fields to all their wonted tribute bear,
To warm their little loves the birds complain :
And weep the more because I weep in vain!
Dr. Young observes, that the death of friends “ comes over us like a cloud,” but then he adds, that deceased friends resemble “ pioneers, who smooth the way and lead our thoughts to heaven !” This tender sentiment is happily expressed by a living bard
And well it is That thoughts like these should wean us from the world, Strengthening the heart with wholesome discipline, For life's sad changes ! Oftentimes they rise Uncall’d, but not unwelcome nor unmixed With a deep joy that satisfies the soul! Even now a man, contented with the past, Pleas'd with my present fate, and looking on In hope, I sometimes think on those dear friends Who surely, I believe, will welcome me, When I have past the grave, and bless my GOD For this belief which makes it sweet, to DIE!
Having also lost dear friends, I can enter into these sentiments of Young and Southey, as well as sympathize with the feelings of MR. GRAY on the melancholy occasion. * Sien
* This has been the AUTHOR's particular lot since his Exe cursion to WINDSOR, by the removal of three estimable friends, the Røv, HUGR WORTHINGTON, who died in the 60th year of
some architecture, and so much alike, that they are called the Twins-with three streets; the middlemnost is the longest in Rome. As high as my expectation was raised, I confess the magnificence of this city infinitely surpasses it."*
I shall indulge in another extract which, from the singularity of its contents, will repay the trouble of transcription." Rome, April 15th, 1740, Good Friday.--St. Peter's I saw the day after we arrived, and was struck with wonder. To-day I am just come from paying my adoration at St. Peter's, to three extraordinary relics which are exposed to public view only on these two days in the year, at which time all the confraternities in the city come in procession to see them. It was something extremely novel to see that vast Church, and the most magnificent in the world undoubtedly, illuminated (for it was by night) by thousands of little crystal lamps, disposed in the figure of a huge Cross, at the high altar, and seeming to hang alone in the air ! All the light proceeded from this, and had the most singular effect imaginable as one entered the great door. Soon after came, I believe, thirty processions, all dressed in linen frocks and girt with a cord, their heads covered
* In Galt's Life of West, will be found an interesting account of Mr. West's approach to Rome, many years afterwards; there is a similarity of feeling, worthy of vbservation. A modern description of Rome will be found in Eustace's truly Classical Tour through Italy.