1805. ] 
Moore, restor of Wrotham, in Kent; 
Charles Moore, Efq. M. P. for Wood- 
ftock ; the Rev. Robert Moore, reétor of 
Latchingdon, in Effex ; and John Moore, 
E{q. at the univerfity of Oxford, the only 
child, it is believed, ever born-toan Arch- 
bifhop of Canterbury. Two of his 
Grace’s daughters died of confumption 
within the laft feven years. 
He had been for a confiderable time af- 
fli€ted with fevere illnefs, and onthe ryth 
of January, 1805, he expired at his palace, 
at Lambeth, in the 74th year of his age. 
On the 25th, about twelve at noon, the 
Loyal Lambeth Volunteers, Lieutenant- 
Colonel Slade, muftered in the Prince’s 
gallery, Vauxhall-gardens, in compliment 
to Charles Moore, Efg: a fon of the late 
Archbifhop, who is a-Captain in. that 
corps, and marched from thence to Lam- 
beth church, to attend the funeral of his 
Grace. Attwo o'clock the body was re- 
moved from the chamber in which it lay 
Original Poetry. 
in the palace, through the long gallery, 
built by Cardinal Pole, into the body of 
the church. The funeral fervice was read’ 
by the Rev. Dr. Vyfe, rector of Lambeth. 
The pail-bearers were Lord Henley, Sir 
Frederic Eden, Col. Eden, the Hon. Col. 
Eden, Morton Eden, Efq. Capt. Eden, 
Lieut.-Col. Bell, and John Eden, Eq. 
The chief movrners, the Archbifhop’s 
four fons. Lord Auckland and R. Rich- 
ards, Efq. (his Grace’s executors) ; toge~ 
ther with the Rev, Mr. Sandeford and the 
Rev. Mr. Barton, chaplains to the noble 
Prelate; Dr. Vaughan and Mr. Young 
(his phyfician and apothecary) ;. and feve- 
ral other friends, befides the churchward- 
ens, &c. of the parifh; and a numerous 
train of domeftics, clofed the proceffion. 
The body was depofited in a vault under 
the communion-table. The outfide coffin 
wasrichlyornamented, and a mitre, highly 
gilt, was placed on the top of it, before 
it was lowered into the vaulc. 
ORIGINAL POETRY. | 
ODE TO MONEY. 
HOU {weeteft blifs of human life, 
Uniting clofely man and wife ; 
Thou canft the virgin’s heart decoy, 
And give old maids a fparkling joy. 
Without thy aid, nought fhines on earth 
Of learning, title, or high birth. - 
E’en Saints above their patents owe 
To canonizing Gold below. 
Thou, Church and State’s puiffant good, 
Canf retify imperial blood ! 
Doétors, whom various fymptoms guide, 
In thy appearance moft confide. 
Confli€ting Lawyers, too, agree, 
When they refer the caufe to thee, 
Bent to thy thrine, all trades adore, 
Exuiting in prolific ftore. 
©! thou, who ruleft ev’ry head, 
That plods by day, or fchemes in bed, 
Thou Guinea! ftamp of Britain’s love! 
Thon Geargium Sidus, from above! 
How thou canft cheer the poor man’s heart! 
Thou then do’ a& chy nobleft part. 
But when thou tak’ft a vicious freak, 
To bribe the knave, corrupt the weak, 
Or liv’ the heartiefs mifer’s joy,. 
Thou them art worfe than bafe alloy, 
i. J. A. 
Ane 
FROM THE LATIN OF NAUGERIUS. 
AS late through the meadows. fair Phillida 
: ftray’d, 
And culi'd che fweet. flow’rets, the pride of 
the grove ; 
Conceal’d im a sofe-bufh, the frolickfome 
maid. 
; Eipies the young urchin, the Demon of 
eROVes 
Midt a nofegay of lilies and rofes confin’d, 
She foon held his godfhip, who ftruggled - 
in vain; 
A ftrong filken fetter his pinions entwin’d, 
_ And though gentle, unyielding was Phil- 
lida’s chain. 
But when plac’d on her kerchief, he roguifh- 
hy eyed, 
Her bofom that 
{weil 5 . 
Ah mother! go feek a new Cupid, he cry’d, 
For here I delighted for ever will dwell. 
W. SHEPHERD, 
—_— 
AN EPITAPH 
FOR THE LATE REV. JOSEPH FAWCETT, 
WHO, WHEN HE WAS MOST ADMIRED 
AS A PREACHER, WITHDREW, AND 
SPENT THE REMAINDER QF HIS LIFE 
IN RETIREMENT. 
heav’d with fo fhowy a 
i HE, whom the lif?ning crowd admir’d, 
With Virtue fraught, by Fancy fird, 
Here fleeps ; and numbers carelefs pafs, 
Without inguiring what he was. 
A Preacher,-with whom few compare, 
More full than Barrow, foft than Blair, 
Preacher—of no myfterious fchool, 
Nor of the Church nor Statea tool. 
His fetmons were by Tafte confefs’d 
True Wifdom, by the Mufes drefs’d; — 
Admir ng thoufands catch the flame, 
And join to fpread the Preacher’s fame.” 
But no! the man of lofty mind 
Such modefty with worth combin’d,, 
That, ftealing from the noify throng, 
He, filent, dweit the fhades among, | 
Chufing the nobler, better part, 
To cultivate poetic art ; 
'” And, 
