course of his political career, and, to the best of my poor abilities, supported him in every one of those measures, and in the maintenance of every one of those principles, which originally recommended him to, and so long continued him in, your confidence and esteem. And to that I may fairly add, that he never for a moment was left unattended by my most fond and faithful friendship. It is true, there have been occasions upon which I have differed with him-painful recollection of the most painful moments of my political life!-Nor were there wanting those who endeavoured to represent those differences as a departure from the homage which his superior mind, though unclaimed by him, was entitled to, and the allegiance of friendship which our hearts all swore to him but never was the genuine and confiding texture of his soul more manifest than on such occasions-he knew that nothing on earth conld detach me from him-and he resented insinuations against the sincerity and integrity of a friend, which he would not have noticed, had they been pointed against himself. He scorned the suspicion that I could for one moment desert a friend whose exite from power I felt it more glorious to share, than all the honours and emoluments that government and kings are able to bestow. With such a man, to have battled in the cause of genuine liberty-with such a man, to have struggled against the inroads of oppression and corruption-with such an example before me, to have to boast that I never in my life gave one vote in parliament that was not on the side of freedom, is the congratulation that attends the retrospect of my public life. friendship was the pride and honour of my days.' never, for one moment, regretted to share with him the difficulties, the calumnies, and sometimes even the dan gers, that attended an honourable course. And now, reviewing my past political life, were the option possible that I should retread the path, I solemnly and deliberately declare, that I would prefer to pursue the same course to bear up under the same pressure-to abide by the same principles-and remain by his side, an exile from power, distinction, and emolument, rather than be at this moment a splendid example of successful servility, or prosperous apostacy-though clothed with power, onour, and titles, gorged with sinecures, and lord of His I hoards, obtained from the plunder of the people! If I have missed the opportunity of obtaining all the support I might perhaps have had, on the present occasion, from a very scrupulous delicacy, which I think became, and was incumbent upon me-but which, I by no means conceive to have been a fit rule for others-I cannot repent it. In so doing, I acted on the feelings upon which I am sensible that all those would have acted who loved Mr. Fox as I did. I felt within myself that while the slightest aspiration might still quiver on those lips, that were the copious channels of eloquence, wisdom, and benevolence that while one drop of life's blood might still warm that heart, which throbbed only for the good of mankind-I could not, I ought not to have acted otherwise than I did. There is in true friendship this` advantage, that the inferior mind looks to the presiding intellect, as its guide and landmark while living, and to the engraven memory of his principles, as a rule of conduct after his death, Yet further still, unmixed with idle superstition, there may be gained a salutary lesson from contemplating what would be grateful to the mind of the departed, were he conscious of what is passing here. I do solemnly believe, that could such a consideration have entered into Mr. Fox's last moments-there is nothing his wasted spirits would so have deprecated, as a contest of the nature which I now deprecate and relinquish.—-Above all, he would be most sorely afflicted, should that concord and harmony which he was so anxious should prevail among the present administration, be disturbed by a friend of his, and that by a contest to succeed to his situation. The hour is not far distant, when an awful knell shall tell you, that the unburied remains of your revered patriot are passing through your streets to that sepulchral home where your kings-your heroes-your sages-and your poets, will be honoured by an association with his mortal remains. At that hour, when the sad solemnity shall take place—in a private way, as more suited to the simple dignity of his character, than the splendid gaudiness of public pageantry ;-when you, all of you, will be self-marshalled in reverential sorrow-mute, and reflecting on your mighty loss-at that moment, shall the dis gusting contest of an election-wrangle break the solem nity of such a scene? Is it fitting that any man should overlook the crisis, and risk the monstrous and disgusting contest? Is it fitting that I should be that man? XXV. Monody to the memory of Mr. Garrick. Ir dying excellence deserves a tear, For fabled suff'rers and delusive woe?. Or with quaint smiles dismiss the plaintive strain, The gen❜ral voice, the meed of mournful verse, So much are Garrick's praise-so much his due, Amid the arts, which seek ingenuous fame, The patient sculptor owns an humbler part, Content with slow and tim'rous stroke to trace Superior hopes the poets' bosom fire, Whether the song heroic woes rehearse, Such is their meed; their honours thus secure, By whose faint breath his merits must abide; The grace of action, the adapted mien, The expressive glance, whose subtle comment draws As light from gems assumes a brighter ray, All perishable!-like the electric fire, But strike the frame, and as they strike expire; It's fragrance charms the sense, and blends with air. Where then, while sunk in cold decay he lies, Our Garrick's fame?- -whose is the trust?—'tis yours. And oh! by ev'ry charm his art essay'd, By all those thoughts, which many a distant night What more is due from sanctifying time, O loveliest mourner, gentle muse! be thine To roam the mansions of the sainted dead, So thou sweet muse, hang o'er his sculptur'd bier, |