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funeral raised a great riot, almost tore the body out of the coffin, and cast dead dogs, &c. into the grave along with it.
He was said to have died worth seven thousand pounds a-year, estates in land, and about one hundred thousand pounds in money.
EPITAPH ON THE LATE D- OF C
FROM THE PRECEDING.
HERE continueth to rot
The memory of the of
By all the ways a tt could invent.
For the monstrous inhumanity of his nature,
Than fortunate in accumulating
Titles and wealth;
Without military skill,
He was created a Field-M, and C G1, Had the profits of two regiments,
And a settled revenue of L.40,000 a-year.
J. He was the only man of his time
By the actions of a butchering provo't: i... For having, with 10,000 regular troops, Defeated half that number of famish'd and fatigued militia,
He murdered the wounded,
Hang'd or starved the prisoners,
Ravaged the country with fire and sword,
Having rioted in continued cruelty,
With the supposed head
Let not this success tempt thee to despair.
Never overlooks such crimes as these.
Having at length filled up the measure of his iniquity,
His glory vanished like the morning-dew;
They, who once adored him as a hero and a God,
Did at last curse him,
As a madman and a devil!
THE GRAND PANACEA OF AN EMINENT
Ir aught be found wrong in our frolics to-night,
A hundred years hence it will all be the same,
A hundred years hence we'll be all at our ease.
From the east to the west ? and 'specially why, as, Compar'd to the trash in our pharmacopoeias,
* Dr. Andrew Duncan, senior and put into rhyme at his request, by Dr. John Barclay, Edinburgh.
'Tis diamond to dross: So let nations and tongues Proclaim it aloud, in the strength of their lungs, That a cure is found out for the worst of all evils, For heart-aches, for sulks, and all kinds of bluedevils,
Of course for all ailments, whate'er they may be;
TO THE EDITOR OF GALIGNANI'S MESSENGER. SIR,-In various nimbers of your Journal I have seen mentioned a work, entitled, "The Vampire, with the addition of my name as that of the author. I am not the author, and never heard of the work
in question until now. In a more recent paper, I perceive a formal annunciation of " The Vampire,' with the addition of an account of my "Residence
* A Tale, entitled "The Vampire," appeared in London, accompanied with (a bookseller's trick) an insinuation in public of its being a production of Lord Byron. After the contradiction of his Lordship being the author, it was avowed by the late Dr. Polydori; and it is now forgotten.
in the Island of Mitylene," an island which I have occasionally sailed by in the course of travelling some years ago through the Levant, and where I should have no objection to reside, but where I have never yet resided. Neither of these performances are mine; and I presume it is neither unjust nor ungracious to request that you will favour me by contradicting the advertisement to which I allude. If the book is clever, it would be base to deprive the real writer, whoever he may be, of his honours; and if stupid, I desire the responsibility of nobody's dullness but my own.
You will excuse the trouble I give you: the imputation is of no great importance, and as long as it was confined to surmises and reports, I should have received it as I have received many others-in silence. But the formality of a public advertisement of a book I never wrote, and a residence where I never resided, is a little too much, particularly as I have no notion of the contents of the one, nor the incidents of the other. I have besides a personal dislike to vampires; and the little acquaintance I have with them, would by no means incline me to divulge their secrets.
You did me a much less injury by your paragraphs about "my character," and "abandonment of society for the sake of religion," which appeared in your Messenger during last Lent; all of which are not founded on fact; but you see I do not contra