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in any thing to excess, it was in cakes and buns, of which he was remarkably 

 fond. He was an early riser, and the ringing of his bell announced to his 

 household that he expected them to follow his example. As his wants 

 were few, so he was very generous of his moneys it might literally be said, 

 that whilst he had sixpence in his box, he was willing to take it out and 

 give It to those whom he probably would never see again, and from whom 

 he could expect no return. That such a character should be sought after 

 can excite no surprise ; it was even necessary to have public days appointed 

 to receive his friends, who flocked from all parts of the kingdom. Some 

 even brought their little children, as if it would be a pleasure to them in 

 after life, to say that they had seen him. 



Allow me, Mr. Editor, to close this memoir with an account of his much 

 lamented decease. He died, as an eminent surgeon pronounced, from a 

 most violent attack of the Morbus Plumbeius, or bullet fever, a disease 

 which earned off the immortal Nelson, and, also, a distant connexion of his 

 ovvn, the renowned General Wolfe. It is consoling to know that all his old 

 friends were round him when he breathed his lastj and, although they 

 were debarred (probably through fear of catching the disease) from actually 

 pressing his friendly hand, or closing his dying eyes, yet the unconstrained 

 nature of their feelings can be more easily imagined than expressed. 

 Great honours were paid to his remains. It was observed that our 

 excellent King, with an attention duly appreciated by his subjects had 

 permitted some of his own guards to attend on the melancholy occasion • 

 and many medical gentlemen of the first practice, who had been called 

 in, begged to be present at the last ceremonies. Several articles of pro- 

 perty belonging to Mons. E. Le Fant, and even portions of his wearing 

 apparel, were anxiously sought for; these were distributed among his 

 admirers, and each was permitted to take that which best suited his taste- 

 all seeming desirous to have something which would remind them of the 

 deceased, and professing they would carefully preserve the inestimable 

 relics. 



REVIEW. 



The Temple ; Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations, by George Herbert, 

 8vo. vol. II. pp. 340. London, Pickering, 183.1. 



This volume contains the English poems of Herbert; the Synagogue 

 a collection of pieces in imitation of the Temple, by the Rev. Christopher 

 Harvie, A. M. a contemporary ; Herbert's Latin poems ; an English poem 

 ascribed to Herbert, and hitherto unpublished; and a few short notes by 

 Mr. Coleridge. The volume before us is the second ; the first, whicli has 

 not yet appeared, will contain the life by Walton, and Mr. Herbert's nrose 



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