1806. ] 
6« Almighty Being, whom a God we call, 
Humbly before thy throne I proftrate fall : 
Allot me what thy wifdom fhatl fee meet, 
Here let my cup be bitter, or be fweet: 
I know thy goodnefs will fi:ch aids fupplyy 
I need .ot fear to live, nor tear to die. 
For whici: Pil chearful ali my days adore 
"Khy goodneis, wifdym, and almighty power.” 
The eminent acquirements and extra- 
ordinary ‘talents of this lady now intro- 
duced her to the,acquaiatance ‘of many 
diftinguifhed peifu“s; and the ‘became 
known to molt of thelé who united men- 
tal attainments with hereditary or acquired 
rank. The names of two ~tiltinguifhed 
pertonages; a Pulteney, and a Lyetleton, 
have already been mentioned ; and with a 
third* the not only lived in intimacy, but 
yifited many parts of the continent in her 
company. 
At the houfe of Mrs. Montague, who, 
according to Dr. Johnfon, ‘‘had a con- 
ftant fiream of converfation,”? the found a 
fincere welcome, and flaw the firtt circles. 
In the palace of the prefent bifhop of 
London, fhe either formed or cemented an 
acquaintance with Mifs Hannah Moore, 
and feveral of the moft zealous members 
of the eftablifhed church ; and the was in 
the habits of friendly intercourfe with 
Mr. Wiiberforce, Mr. Hawkins Browne, 
the late Dr. Besttte, &c. &c She ap- 
pears alfo to have heen acquainted with 
Garrick, and to have vilited his widow. 
Few, if any, fcholars of the prefent 
age, were more deeply imbued or more 
generally acquainted with both ancient 
and modern learning, than the fubjeét of 
this article. Mrs. Carter not only read 
Arabic, but appears to have formed a 
manufcript dictionary of that language. 
Hebrew fhe alio underftood ; with Latin 
fhe was familiar: but it was with Greek 
that fhe folaced her lear.ed Icifure, and 
* Mrs. Montague. 
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585 
delighted the hours of her retirement 
from the ‘world. She appears alfo to 
have been converfant with all the modern 
* tongues, having acquired a proficiency in 
Spanith, German, Portuguefe, Italian, and 
French, the two firft of which the pre- 
ferred. Of the fciences, fhe is faid to 
have delighted moft in aftronomy, and ber: 
attach vent to it doubtlefs occafioned fome® 
of che verfes already quoted in this article. 
Notwithftanding her unaffected piety. 
and her religious opinions, which were 
eminenily ftricét and orthodox, Mrs. Ce 
was focial, and even condefcending. Her 
coaverfation was divefted of the affecta- 
tion of learning ; and fuch as were un- 
learned themfelves, experienced. no airs of 
fuperiority on her part. The. friend of 
Lord Lyttleton was to he feen every day 5 
but ‘the tranflator of Epiétetus was only 
beheld in the library. . ss 
The iron hand of Time had, * thinned 
her fl wing hair,’ and her drefs (for the 
had never’ been ftudious of ornament), ‘ 
was no! prepoffefling ; but fhe no fooner 
opened her mouth than her audience was 
delighted : and it may be queftioned whe. 
ther her converfaticnal powers as a-vifiror, 
or her talerts as a letter-writer,. had the 
better claim to fuperijority. 
Her time was divided between her na- 
tive town of Deal, where fhe had built a 
neat little houfe, and London, in which 
fhe was accuftomed to {pend part of the 
_ winter and fpring. 
Such was either the force of habit, or 
the magnetic attraétion of friendfhip, 
that fhe cheerfully fuftained the fatigue 
of a noéturnal journey in a public: car- 
riage, for the exprefs purpofe of enjoying» 
the fociety in which fhe had fo long de- 
lighted. , ; 
This eminent and learned female died 
at her lodgings in Clarges-ftreet, London, 
on the rgth of February, 1806, after hav- 
ing nearly attained the. patriarchal age of 
eighty-nine. 
ORIGINAL POETRY. 
ODE TO THE RIVER FOWEY. 
BY DR. WALCOT. 
O LOVELY food, on whofe fair bank@ 
I play’d in early youth my pranks, 
And often fail’d thy clear expanfe along, 
And from thy bofom hoox’d up fith; 
Pollock and bream, a dainty difh, 
- Salmon and mackrel, worthy epic fong, 
Lobiter and turbot, and John Dory, : 
As nice as e’er were put before ye, 
re) epicures !==And plaice and mullet, 
Fit to defcend a roya/ gullet ! 
Thy margin green, and caftles hoar, — 
Where heroes dwelt and fought of yore, 
. And fmote tne daring Gaul with dread == 
Boaft not a mufe to fing their praife, 
The tribute of immortal lays, 
And cafta glory round their head. 
Foll oft in fummer’s golden hour, 
We made, in boats, a happy tour, 
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