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what he had learned he endeavoured to teach (1747), by Observations on the Conversion of St. Paul ; a treatise to which infidelity has never been able to fabricate a specious answer. This book his father had the happiness of seeing, and expressed his pleasure in a letter which deserves to be inserted.

“ I have read your religious treatise with infinite « pleasure and satisfaction. The style is fine and clear, " the arguments close, cogent, and irresistible. May “ the King of kings, whose glorious cause you have so — well defended, reward your pious labours, and grane “ that I may be found worthy, through the merits of

Jesus Christ, to be an eye-witness of that happiness “ which I don't doubt he will bountifully bestow upon

you. In the mean time, I shall never cease glorifying God, for having endowed you with such useful talents, and giving me so good a fon.

Your affectionate, father,

“ THOMAS LYTTELTON. A few years afterwards (1751), by the death of his father, he inherited a baronet's title with a large estate, which, though perhaps he did not augment, he was careful to

go adorn, by a house of great elegance and expence, and by much attention to the decoration of his park.

As he continued his activity in parliament, he was gradually advancing his claim to profit and preferment; and accordingly was made in time (1754) cofferer and privy counsellor : this place he exchanged next year for the great office of chancellor of the Exchequer ; an office, however, that required some qualifications which he soon perceived himself to want.

The year after, his curiosity led him into Wales; of which he has given an account, perhaps rather with



too much affectation of delight, to Archibald Bower, a man of whom he had conceived an opinion more fayourable than he seems to have deserved, and whom, having once espoused his interest and fame, he never was persuaded to disown. Bower, whatever was his moral character, did not want abilities; attacked as he was by an universal outcry, and that outcry, as it seems, the echo of truth, he kept his ground; at last, when his defences began to fail him, he fallied out upon his adversaries, and his adversaries retreated.

About this time Lyttelton published his Dialogues of the Dead, which were very eagerly read, though the production rather, as it seems, of leisure than of study, rather effusions than compositions. The names of his persons too often enable the reader to anticipate their conversation; and when they have met, they too often part without any conclusion. He has copied Fenelon more than Fontenelle.

When they were first published, they were kindly commended by the Critical Reviewers; and poor Lyt. telton, with humble gratitude, returned, in a note which I have read, acknowledgements which can never be proper, since they must be paid either for ffattery or for justice.

When, in the latter part of the last reign, the in: auspicious commencement of the war made the diffolution of the ministry unavoidable, Sir George Lyttelton, losing with the rest his employment, was recompensed with a peerage; and refted from political turbu

а lence in the House of Lords.

His last literary production was his History of Henry the Second, elaborated by the searches and deliberations of twenty years, and published with such anxiety as only vanity can dictate.



L Υ Τ Τ Ε L Τ Ο Ν. The story of this publication is remarkable. The whole work was printed twice over, a great part of it three times, and many sheets four or five times. The booksellers paid for the first impression; but the charges and repeated operations of the press were at the expence of the author, whose ambitious accuracy is known to have cost him at least a thousand pounds. He began to print in 1755. Three volumes appeared in 1764, a second edition of them in 1767, a third edition in 1768, and the conclusion in 1771,

Andrew. Reid, a man not without considerable abilities, and not unacquainted with letters or with life, undertook to persuade Lyttelton, as he had persuaded himself, that he was master of the secret of punctuation ; and, as fear begets credulity, he was employed, I know not at what price, to point the pages of Henry the Second. The book was at last pointed and printed, and sent into the world. Lyttelton took money for his copy, of which, when he had paid the Pointer, he probably gave the rest away ; for he was very liberal to the indigent,

When time brought the History to a third edition, Reid was either dead or discarded ; and the superintendence of typography and punctuation was committed to a man originally a comb-maker, but then known by the style of Doctor. Something uncommon was probably expected, and something uncommon was at last done ; for to the Doctor's edition is appended, what the world had hardly seen before, a list of errors in nineteen pages.

But to politicks and literature there must be an end, Lord Lyttelton had never the appearance of a strong or of a healthy man; he had a flender uncompacted


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frame, and a meagre face: he lasted however sixty years, and was then seized with his last illness. Of his death a very affecting and instructive account has been given by his physician, which will spare me the task of his moral character.

“ On Sunday evening the symptoms of his lordship’s “ disorder, which for a week past had alarmed us,

put on a fatal appearance, and his lordship believed “ himself to be a dying mạn. From this time he • suffered by restlessness rather than pain; though his nerves were apparently much fluttered, his mental “ faculties never seemed stronger, when he was tho“ roughly awake.

“ His lordship’s bilious and hepatic complaints “ seemed alone not equal to the expected mournful “event ; his long want of sleep, whether 'the confe” quence of the irritation in the bowels, or, which is

more probable, of causes of a different kind, ac

counts for his loss of strength, and for his death, “very sufficiently.

Though his lordship wished his approaching dif$ solution not to be lingering, he waited for it with “ resignation. He said, “ It is a folly, a keeping me “ in misery, now to attempt to prolong life; yet he ç was easily persuaded, for the satisfaction of others, “ to do or take any thing thought proper for him. ”On Saturday he had been remarkably better, and “ we were not without some hopes of his recovery.

“ On Sunday, about eleven in the forenoon, his “ lordship sent for me, and said he felt a great hurry, « and wished to have a little conversation with me in “ order to divert it. He then proceeded to open ç the fountain of that heart, from whence goodness


“ had so long flowed as from a copious spring. 'Doc

tor,' said he, you shall be my confeffor: when I “ first set out in the world, I had friends who en“ deavoured to shake my belief in the Christian re

ligion. I saw difficulties which staggered me; but “ I kept my mind open to convi&ion. The evidences “ and doctrines of Christianity, studied with attention, “made me a most firm and persuaded believer of the “ Christian religion. I have made it the rule of my “ life, and it is the ground of my future hopes. I $ have erred and fioned; but have repented, and never so indulged any vicious habit. In politicks, and pub“ lick life, I have made publick good the rule of my “ conduct. I never gave counsels which I did not at " the time think the best. I have seen that I was “ fometimes in the wrong, but I did not err design

edly. I have endeavoured, in private life, to do all “the good in my power, and never for a moment “ could indulge malicious or unjust designs upon any “ person whatsoever.

“ At another time he said, “I must leave my soul " in the saine state it was in before this illness; I find " this a very inconvenient time for solicitude about

any thing.' “On the evening, when the symptoms of death came on, he said, I shall dię; but it will not be your

fault. When lord and lady Valentia came to see lis lordship, he gave them his solemn benedic“tion, and said, “Be good, be virtạous, my lord ; you

must come to this.' Thus he continued giving “ his dying benediction to all around him. On Mon“ day morning a lucid interval gave some small hopes, buç these vanished in the evening, and he continued




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