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fell vacant; he again applied to his old 
friend the Queen for this: he ob‘ained it. 
He defired permiffion to hold the Deanry 
in commendam, giving for a reafon his 
ftrong inclination to Whicgilm, and how 
ferviceable the Deanry would enable him 
to be to that caufe.” The King, who fuf- 
pected, and perhaps truly, that avarice 
was his greateft inducement, told the 
Queen, that he could not permit her fa- 
vourite to be Dean and Bifkop too: that 
if his truc reafon for defiring to keep the 
Deanry was really to enable him to be of 
From the. Port-falio of a Man of Letters. 
[Dec. s. ; 
fervice.to the caufe of Whigeifm, he 
might ftick to his Deanry. Medox, find- 
ing he could not obtain both, condeicend- 
ed to accept the Bifhoprick fingly. Dr. 
Hough, Bihop cf Worcetter, teon after 
dying, Madcx’s good fortune and in ereft 
ftill prevailed, and he was tranflated to 
that See; and if death had not prevented 
it, in all probability he would, from a 
paftry-covk’s apprentice, have been Pri- 
mate of ali England. 
Inncr Temple, 
Nov. 13, 1800. 
C.K. 


Extras from the Port-folio of a Man of Letiers. 
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DEATH of GEORGE VILLIERS, DUKE of 
BUCKINGHAM. 
HE death of George Villiers, the 
witty Dake of Buckingham, has 
been deferibed by Pope; but I do not re- 
colle& fo minute an account of it, as that 
given by a contemporary, inprofe. This 
Lord, famous for his wit and his vices, 
once poficfled an income of 50,0001. a- 
year, and died in an ob{cure inn in York- 
{hire. 
In the worft inn’s worft room, with mat 
-half-hung, 
The floors of platter, and the walls of dung, 
On once a flock-bed, but repair’d with ftraw, 
With tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw, 
‘The George and Garter dangling from that 
bed, 
Where tawdry yellow ftrove with dirty red, 
Great Villiers lies—alas! how chang’d from 
him, 
That life of pleafure, and that foul of whim. 
This admired defeription ought to have 
been accompanied by the following anec- 
dote. When George Villiers, Duke of 
Buckingham, was dying at an inn, the 
Duke of Queenfbury, going down to Scot- 
land, heard of it, when he was within a 
few miles of the place, and went to make 
him a vifit. Seeing him in this condition, 
he afked him, if he would not have a cler- 
gyman?—I look upen them, faid the 
Duke, to be a parcel of very filly fellows, 
who don’t trouble themfelves about what 
they teach. So Queenfbury afked him, if 
he would have his chaplain, for he was a 
difflenter. No, faid Villiers, thofe fellows 
always make me fick wiih their whine and 
cant. The Duke of Queenfbury, taking 
it for cranted that he mutt be of fome re- 
ligion or another, fuppofed that it muft 
be the Catholic, and told him there was a 
Popith Lord in the neighbourhood, and 
afked him if he fhould not fend for his 
pricft. No, replied Villiers, thofe rafcals 
eat God, but if you know of any fet of 
fellows who eai. the Devil, feni for one of 
them quickly. —He defired to be left alone, 
and died in about halt an, hour. Thus 
ended his moticy life, preferving the fame 
character to the laft. 
DR. RADCLIFFE, 
The founder of the magnificent ltbrary 
at Oxford, was a perfon of a very fingular 
character. He told Dr. Mead, **I love 
you, and now I will teil you a fure fecret 
to make your fortune; afe all mankind 
ill.’ Ic was certamnly his own pradiice. 
Heewned he was avaricious even to fpun- 
ging. He wouls ,whenever he any way could, 
at atavern-reckoning, borrew a fixpence 
or a falling among the rett of the company, 
under pretence ot hating to change a gui- 
nea, becaufe it flips away fo faft. He 
could never be brought to pay bills with- 
out long running; nor thea, if there ap- 
peared any chance of wearying them out. 
A ;aviour, atter many frurtlets attempts, © 
caught him juft getting out of his chariot 
at his own door in Bloomfbury-{quare, and 
fet upon him.—*‘* Why you rateai,”” faid 
the Doétor, ‘* do you pretend to be paid for 
fuch a piece of work ; why, you have fpoiled_ 
my pavement, and then covered it over with ~ 
earth to hide your bad work.” “ Do&or,”* — 
faid the paviour, ** mine is not the only bad ~ 
work that the eavth hides.’”. ** You dog, 
you,” faid the Ductor, ‘*are you a wie?” 
You muft be poor, come in’’—and paid 
him. 24 
Thefe anecdotes are told by Dr. Mead 
himfelf—the worthieft of men, who never” 
adopted the principle of **ufing mankind: — 
ill,” but who, by ufing them well, was” 
infamoufly ill-ufed by manye 
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