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Read preview Overview. Common types of primary sources include works of literature, historical documents, original philosophical writings, and religious texts. Restoration and 18th Century Theatre Research, Vol. The 17th-Century Tom Watson? Madam, Your most obliged obedient Servant, John Drypen. In Dryden's age, the spelling of proper names was not punctiliously adhered to.
The prologue and epilogue were therefore composed within less than a month of his death. Laureat or Historio- grapher, or either of them, in the time of any of our royal progenitors, had or received, or might lawfully claim or demand, as incident or belonging unto the said places or employments, or either of them. And these presents, or the inrolment thereof, shall be unto all men whom it shall concern a sufficient warrant and discharge for the paying and allowing of the same accordingly, without any further or other warrant procured or obtained.
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THE WORKS OF JOHN DRYDEN. Volume XVIII (18 ): PROSE; The History Of The League, 1684
N Guyneas at L. For the funerall otEstf Btyden. Digitized by Google - L, S. Dr Spiat, then bishop of Ro- chester, sent, on the Thursday, to Lady Elizabeth, that he would make a present of the ground, which was Lord Halifax sent also to my lady and Mr Charles, that if they would give him leave to bury Mr Dryden, he would inter him with a gentleman's private funeral, and afterwards bestow L on a monument in the Abbey ; which, as they had no reason to refuse, they accepted.
On the Sa- turday following the company came, the corpse was put into a velvet hearse, and eighteen mourning ooadies, filled with company, attending. When, just before they began to move. Lord Jefferies, with some of his rakish companions, coming by, in. She repeated her fatmiev words with all her strength, but, alas! His directions were obeyed, the 'Company dispersed, and Lady Elizabeth and Mr Charles remained inconsolable. The undertaker, in short, threatened tb bring home the corpse, and set it before their door.
It cannot be easily imagined, what grief, shame, and confusion, seized this unhappy family. They begged a day's respite, which was granted. Dr Garth pro- nounced a fine Latin oration over the corpse at the College ; but the audience being numerous, and the room large, it was requisite the orator should be elevated, that he might be heard ; but, as it un- luckily happened, there was nothing at hand but an old beer-barrel, which the doctor, with mudi good-nature, mounted ; and, in the midst of his oration, beating time to the accent with his foot, the head broke in, and his feet sunk to the bot- tom, which occasioned the malicious refport of his enemies, that he was turned a tub-preadier : How-.
The procession began to move, a numerous train of coaches attended the hearse ; but, good God! No orgali played, no an- them sung; only two of the singing boys preceded the corpse, who sung an ode of Horace, with each a , small candle in their hand. The butchers and other mob broke in like a deluge, so that only about eight or ten gentlemen could get admission, and those forced to cut the way with their drawn swords. The coffin, in this disorder, was let down into Chau- cer's grave, with as much confusion, and as little ceremony, as was possible ; every one glad to save themselves from the gentlemen's swords, or the clubs of the mob.
Mr Dryden enjoyed himself in plenty, while he lived, and the surplusage of his goods paid all his debts. After his decease, the Lady Elizabeth, his widow, took a lesser house in Sherrard-street, Golden-square, and had wherewithal to live frugally genteel, and keep two servants, to the day of her death, by the means of a small part of her fortune, which her relations had obliged Mr Dryden to secure to her on mar- riage. This was He had only threes sons, and all provided for like gentlemen.
Mr Charles had served the Pontiff of Rome above nine years, in an honourable and profitaUe post, las ush- er to the palace, out of which he had an handsome stipend remitted by his brother John, whom, by the Pope's favour, he left to officiate, while be came to visit his father, who dying soon after his arrival, he returned no more to Jtaly, but was unhappily drowned at Windsor in swimming cross the river.
Mr John died in his post at Rome, and Harry the youngest was a religious ; he had Bebdld tbe great wants oftbls dcfdorable family I I am. May IS, I was t dd, carried into the country, yiheace she died. What country I nevet beard. Foor innocent, what hast thou done?
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No : I will fold thee in tny arms, and if thou must fell, we will both perish together. At last the summer ar- rived, August was the inauspicious month in which my dear son was to enter on his eighth year. The court being in progress, and Mr Dryden at leisure, he was invited to my brother Berkshire's to keep the long vacation with him at Charleton in Wilts ; I was also invited to my uncle Mordaunt's, to pasi the remainder of the summer at his country-seat.
https://distchignufi.ml Poor Mr Dryden was in this too absolute, and I as positive. In fine, we parted in anger ; and, as a husband will always be master, he took Charles, and I was forced to be content with my son John. But when the fatal day approached, such anguish of heart seized me, as none but a fond mother can form any idea of. I watched the post ; that failed : I wrote and wrote, but no answer.
Oh, my friend! I abandoned myself to despair, and remained inconsolable. Poor Charles was all obediwce, and sat close to his duty, when, as ill fate ordained, the stag made towards the house.
In his twenty-third year, being in perfect health, he had attended some ladies of the palace, his Holiness's nieces, as it was his place, on a party of pleasure. His brother John and he lodged together, at the top of an old round tower belong- ing to the Vatican, with a well staircase, much like the Monument, when he knew his brother Charles was returned, went up, thinking to find him. But, alas!
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Under this grievous mischance, his Holiness God bless him! But in S, Lady Elizabeth was seized with a nervous fever, which deprived her of her memory and understanding, which surely may be termed a moral death, though she lived some years after. But Mr Charles, in August , was un- happily drowned at Windsor, as before recited. Mr Charles Dryden's Letter to Corinwa.
My fever is stiB increasing, and I beg you to peruse the following verses, according to your own sense and discretion, which far surpasses mine in all respects. In a small time of intermission from my illness, I write these following : Madam, How happy is our British isle, to bear Such crops of wit and beauty to the fair? A female muse each yying age has blest. And the last Phoenix still excels the rest : But you such solid learning add to rhymes. Your sense looks fatal to succeeding times ; Which, raised to such a pitch, o'erflows like Nile, And with an after-dearth must seize our isle.
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Alone of all the sex, without the rules Of formal pedants, or the noisy schools, What nature has bestow'd will art supply? No jarring nonsense had hid soul oppress'd, Fcnr he with all he wiah'd for had been bless'd. He was the third son of Sir Erasmus Dryden, an ancient Baronet who lived with great honour in this county, in the reign of Queen Elizabeth.
Of her it may be truly said. They had 14 children ; the eldest of whom was Johii Dryden, Esq.