1807. ] 
ever, in the former part of his life, was 
rather gay than serious, and he affected 
wit, and even punning witha degree of 
fastidiousness, that detracted from the 
general and the statesman. Indeed, by 
nature, he appeared not to be fitted for 
application ; business was odious to him, 
and he would endeavour to conclude the 
most serious conference, sometimes with 
a joke, and at other times with a carica- 
ture. 
Of late, his habits have been consi- 
derably changed, and a gloom at times 
pervaded his countenance and his con- 
versation. It is not less singular than 
true, that he, who had faced death un- 
dismayed in the field of battle, amidst 
the noise of drums and trumpets, and all 
the trumpery of bustle and pageantry, 
** that makes war glorious,” seemed at 
times agitated with the idea of dissolu- 
tion, so that the terrific word ‘ death” 
was never uttered in his presence by his 
friends. 
His lordship» was peculiarly unfortu- 
nate in respect to some of his. children, 
but he was eminently happy, we believe, 
in both his wives ; and the latter indeed, 
although much younger than himself, 
has devoted a large portion of her life in 
attentions to him. 
The Marquis attained a good old age; 
and even during the latter part of his 
life, the glimmering taper would occasi- . 
onally burn bright, after he had become 
an octogenarian. He at length expired 
at Rainham, the seat of his ancestors tor 
many generations, on Monday, Septem- 
ber 14, 1807, in the 85th year of his. life; 
a period when protracted existence 
would scarcely have been desirable. 
Original Poetry. 365 
His family is numerous, for by his 
first lady he had: 
1. George ‘Townshend, born April-18, 
1753, succeeded his mother as Baron de 
Ferrars of Chartley, Baron Bourchier, 
Lovaine, Basset and Compton, Septem- 
ber 14,1770. On May 18, 1784, he was 
advanced to be Earl of the county of 
Leicester, and in 1807, succeeded to his 
father’s Marquisate, being now George, 
2d Marquis Townshend of Rainham. 
In 1777, he married Miss Ellerker, of 
Risby Park, Yorkshire, since dead, by 
whom he had Lord Chartley, two other 
sons, one of whom died young, and four 
daughters. 
2. Charlotte, born in 1754, and since 
dead, 
3. John, commonly called Lord John 
Townshend, formerly member for West 
minster, and who sits in the present par- 
liament for Knaresborough. He married, 
in 1787, Georgiana Ann Poyntz, a lady 
nearly related to the Devonshire and 
Spencer families, for some time the wife 
of Mr. Fawkener, clerk of the council, 
&c. by whom he has a numerous issue. 
4, Frederick, born Dec. 30, 1767. 
5. Charles. Patrick Thomas, born at 
Leixlip in Ireland, Jan. 6, 1768. 
6. Elizabeth, born August 20, 1766, 
and married in 1790 to Major General 
Loftus, member of parliament for Tam- 
worth, governor of Dumbarton, &c. by 
whom there is issue. 
¢. Caroline, who died young. 
8. And Frances, who also died young. 
By his second lady he has had 
four daughters, one of whom is Duchess 
of Leeds, and the second Lady Charlotte 
Hudson, and two sons. 
ORIGINAL POETRY. 
IMITATION OF THE ANCIENT BALLAD. Nathless comfort take, fayre Ladye, 
By Mr. PENWARNE., 
WRY dost thou weepe, O gentle Ladye? 
Why dost thou grieve, O Lady fayre? 
Why is thy lovelye baby presste 
In anguishe toe thie throbinge breaste ? 
And why that looke of blacke despayre ? 
Why dost thou sit forlorne and sighe ? 
Sweetest Ladye, tell me why —— 
I have cause toe weepe, kinde straunger ; 
fT have a tale of woe toe telle: 
Itis an Orphane Babe that’s presste 
In Anguishe to a widowed breaste ; 
On Cressie’s playne his Fathere fell— 
Then aske not, gentle straunger, why 
‘Thus forlorn I sit and sighe ——— 
And let thie grief assuaged bee ; 
For on a grateful nation’s breaste 
Thou and thie orphan babe shall reste, 
Whilst I will sit and weepe with thee: 
For bleste the teares that waile the bravey 
And drop upon a heroe’s grave, 
a 
LUGGILLAW. 
WRITTEN ON A LATE EXCURSION TO 
THE COUNTY OF WICKLOW: INSCRIBED 
TO MRS, PETER LATOUCHE. 
By JOSEPH ATKINSON, Esa. 
| be this sequester’d, wild, romantic dell, 
Where nature loves in solitude to dwell, 
Who could expect ’midst such a lonely party 
The charms of fancy and the plans of art, 
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