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Mr. Love was himself no ordinary poet, as the following elegant effusion of his pen sufficiently proves. Not long before his death, a redbreast took up its abode on one of the pinnacles of the great organ in Bristol cathedral, where, during the time of divine service, it never failed to accompany the solemnity with its melody. This incident Mr. Love thus improved :
Sweet social bird, whose soft harmonious lays
Each tongue with music, and each heart with fire. The Editor has often heard this extraordinary bird, and witnessed with pleasure its ready obedience to the call of the old verger, from whose hand it received the morning and evening crums of bread, which prolonged its existence till the winter of the year 1781.
REV. SIR JAMES STONHOUSE, BART. M. D.
In the Chapel at the Hot-wells, Bristol.
Sir James Stonhouse was, for more than twenty years, physician to the infirmary at Northampton, of which excellent charity he was, indeed, the founder. In 1763 he took orders, and obtained first the living of Little Cheverel, in Wiltshire, to which, afterwards, was added that of Great Cheverel, and this was all the preferment he ever obtained. His first wife Anne, the eldest daughter of John Neale, Esq.of Allesley, near Coventry, died at Northampton, and lies in the church of All Saints, in that town.
His second wife was Sarah, the only child of Thomas Ekins, Esq. whose estate she inherited. Dr. Doddridge was her guardian ; but he died before her marriage. Dr. Stonhouse was an admirable preacher, and truly evangelical, without the least approximation to enthusiasm.
The following encomium by his friend Hannah More, written on the fly leaf of Saurin's Sermons, which she had borrowed of the doctor in 1775, is no exaggeration. EPITRE AU DR. STONHOUSE SUR LES SERMONS DE
Ces essors évangeliques, cette humilité profonde,
These Lines may be chus literally translated. That warmth divine, that holy eloquence, Those thoughts sublime, conceptions so immense, That holy zeal, that deep humility, Extent of knowledge, perfect charity, That dread of vice, of virtue such a love, That true submission to the Will above, That calm indifference to this changing scene, That pity for the woes of mortal men, That love and fear of the eternal Good, That perfect hope in thc Redeemer's blood; Those grand ideas, language so divine, Which charm, exalt, transport us in SAURIN; In reading him, these beauties still appear, In hearing thee, these beauties charm mine ear; Like to that prophet, who, as scriptures say, His cloak and spirit left, then wing'd to heav'n his way.
• 2 Kings, ii. 31.
ON SARAH STONHOUSE
Second wife of Sir James Stonhouse, Bart. COME, Resignation ! wipe the human tear, Domestic anguish drops o'er Virtue's bier; Bid selfish sorrow hush the fond complaint, Nor, from the God she lov’d, detain the saint.
Truth, meekness, patience, honour'd shade, were
She died December, 10, 1788 aged 55 years.
ON MR. SHAPLAND,
An eminent Apothecary in Bri Wouldst thou inquire of him who sleeps beneath,
This tomb shall tell thee, 'tis no common dust, That, crush'd at length by oft-defeated death,
Fills the cold urn committed to its trust.
Stranger! this building fallen to decay,
Was once the dwelling of a honest mindA spirit cheerful as the light of day
The soul of friendship-milk of human kind.
His art forbade th' expiring wretch to die,
And spread fresh roses on the livid cheek. Each various duty bound on social man,
Twas his with glowing duty to perform, As crystal pure, his stream of conduct ran,
Unstain’d by folly, undisturb’d by storm
With me, then, stranger ! mourn departed worth •
Steel'd is the heart that can forbear to sigh; Let deep regret call all thy sorrows forth
Live as he liv'd—and fear not then to die.*
* Dr. Stonhouse had the highest esteem for Mr. Shapland, who attended his family, as well as that of Mrs. More, even after he had left off general practice. Dr. Stonhouse, in 1789, presented to Mr. Shapland a piece of plate" as a testimony of his gratitude for the restoration of health, through the blessing of God.”
The Editor trusts to be excused for subjoining to the sepulchral Inscriptions, the following “Lines, which were suggested by seeing a rustic structure in Mrs. Hannah More's Garden, at Barleywood, and hearing it called a Classical Temple.”
What have we here?-a temple! if 'tis such,