Dr. Percy and his wife are buried under the transept known as Percy's Aisle, which was added to the cathedral during his episcopate.

Sir Walter Scott warns us that biography loses all its interest when the lights and shades of a character are not faithfully drawn, and declares that a mere eulogist is like a ranting hero on the stage. Eulogy is at all events unnecessary in the case of a man to whom the whole world of literature is under an immeasurable obligation, and who contributed so greatly to raise his fellow-men, 'for,' said Dr. Johnson, whatever withdraws us from the power of the senses, and makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, exalts us in the scale of rational beings.'

As the friend of Shenstone and Goldsmith, as the last survivor of the Club founded by Johnson and Reynolds, and of the brilliant society in which Burke and Garrick shone, or as the poetic antiquary, who with Warton and Tyrwhitt revived our ancient folklore the autobiography of such a man as Thomas lorer Percy would have formed a most interesting addition to our literary history. But alas! he failed to add the part of Samuel Pepys to his other accomplishments. Dibdin, while regretting our loss, remarks that 'we must take men as they are,' and adds that 'there is already more than enough in the character of Bishop Percy to make him an object of reverence and respect.' Possibly the present slight attempt to collect some of the records of his eventful life may induce others to do his memory more ample justice.