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NOTES

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MEMORANDUMS

Of the SIX DAYS, preceeding the Death of a late Right Reverend Containing many remarkable Paffages, with an INSCRIPTION defign'd for his Monument.

Non moreris G------te voles, fed vivus ad Aftra, Ætheriis vectus qualis Enochus equis.

Dr. BENTLEY.

Printed in 1715.

Quicquid erit Vita, fcribam, Color.

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Thursday, March 10. 1714.

HOR,

OSE at Five: Slip'd on my Morning Gown: Purified my Outfide. Meditated on the Vanity of Washings, and the Superfluity of Habits. Walk'd about my Room half an Hour precifely. Exercise useful; throws off corrupt Humours; much need of it. Look out the Window; hemm'd three Times;

much easier than before. Three Ejaculations for that. Caft my Eyes about. I am pofitive I fee a Romifb Prieft: Omen of an evil Import. O! the Depths of Satan! Few know them; I do. Look into the Glass: Choler begins to rife; Face reddens, Eyes fparkle, Hands fhake, Body trembles. Sad Meditation! Whence could that Fellow come? O Rome, Rome! Debaucher of Morals, Seducer of Souls, painted Whore, filthy Abomination! Great Perturbation of Mind: Sigh for Ease in the Spirit. Servant enters: Inquire who that Fellow is? Anfwered, The Small-Coal-Man: Unexpected Exultation, Dawnings of Comfort, Gleams of Recovery! Give my Man Six-pence for the Good News: A Guinea faved in a Doctor. Ask again if he is fure it was the Small-Coal-Man? Anfwered, Yes. Am fatisfied. Call for my Tea; Drink thirty Dishes: Read over the Daily Courant: More Work in the North: Dangerous Conjunctions! Saxony, Sweden. Poor Proteftants! Few People understand the Intereft of Princes: I have been acquainted with all Europe for near half a Century. Company comes in: Politicks interrup They ftay till Night: Talk of Secret Hiftory; I ten a great many Stories: All Friends, every Body pleased. Retire to my Chamber: Read over a fmall Treatife of my own: Go to Sleep.

Non fi malè nunc, & olium

W

Sic erit.

Friday Morning.

AKED at Three: Great Uneafinefs in the Flesh: Struggle with my Infirmities. Thefe Things will happen: Better fo than worfe. Lye upon my left Side, get a little Reft; Dream that I am dead, and converfing with the Ghofts of Emperors, Popes, and Kings. Wake in a cold Sweat at Five: Call for a Light: Look into Partridge's Almanack: Some obfcure

Hints about a Right Reverend: Sick at Heart. March, ay March: Difmal Ides of March! Abundance of Cafars died in that Month; defperate, Lion-like killing Month; Pray a little: Faith and Grace, good Things: Worldly Poffeffions hard to part with. Rife in a Fright. Confider of my Dream: Prove myself no Prophet, and therefore an unfit Veffel for Vifions of Truth: More Comfort from the Proverb; Dream of Death, Hear of Marriage: New Fears! Perhaps Son Tom is married: Better than my dying ftill. Sure he has more Grace; heartily afraid he has not. Variety of Doubts, Perplexities, and uncertain Anxieties. Send for Tom. With Radcliffe was alive: Hang him, he would not come to me. Come to no Resolution. Tom not to be found: A fad Child. Refolved not to be afraid: Repeat three Verses of the 110th Pfalm, fay, What is Man? three times : Call for my Tea: Tea is infipid, naufeous, offends my Stomach Try to expectorate: Phlegm vifcid. Bad Signs. Every thing out of Order: Suppose I should bleed Signifies nothing; Things predeftinated must come to pass. Want Diverfion: Call for a Pamphlet at Twelve: Read over ten Pages all in my own Commendation Grow better apace: Order a light Dinner. Drink a Glafs of Sack. New Spirits, new Life. Partridge a Fool, and no Truft in Almanacks, especially the Oxford. March as good a Month as any in the Year. Go to Dinner, eat moderately: Drink Profperity to their High and Mightineffes; to Lord Thomas, Lord John, Lord Charles, and all our Friends. Grow merry; don't defpair of Lambeth ftill: He is older than I am: A good Man, a very good Man; but we muft all die. A fudden Qualm comes upon me: Retire to my Chamber: Confider of the Crime of forecafting our Neighbour's Death. Grow worse, and worfe. Think of my own Age: Paft Seventy: High Time to fet my Houfe in Order. A Friend from the other End of the Town in terrupts me at Eight. Talk of State-Affairs two Hours, Revived with fome good News at first. Differences

among our Friends: Nonfenfe to quarrel. He must be the Man. Tories may make an Advantage. Tell my Friend a Story that I told to three Kings to the fame Purpose, Memorandum: He fmiled, and faid he had never heard it before. Servant brings a Bottle of Wine: Whisper a great Secret while he is in the Room: Forgot to apply an old Saying of Queen Elizabeth's: Refolved to remember it next Time upon the fame Story. Friend takes his Leave, promifes to come to morrow. Mufe upon my State of Health: Go to Bed: Think that Repentance is as neceffary as Impeachments.

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Afpice venturo lætantur ut omnia Sæclo!

Saturday, March

ESTED well all Night: Rife at Seven: Begin to think of the old Argument about Bishops and Prefbyters: Much the fame in the Greek. Refolved to spend the Morning in writing to Zurich, Geneva, and Holland. Drink my ufual Quantity of Tea firft: Read the Flying-Poft: He is an honeft Man: Tells Truth; I must try to prefer him: Rewards as neceflary for Friends, as Punishments for High-Flyers. Set down

to write: A Letter in French to Von Murden of Utrecht, full of Politicks: A new Scheme for the Barrier: To Le Clerc in Latin about my laft Book, with a Note of Fifty Pound: Tell him what I would have him fay of me in his Journal; Skill in Antiquities, Hiftory, Critical Learning, Moderation. Leave my Piety to himself, Memorandum; To advise him in my Poftfcript to brand my Enemies in Britain with the Style and Titles of Nebulones impuri, Ecclefiæ Peftes, Rituum Fautores nequiffimi, in Literis & Hiftoria planě Pueri. After this to fum them up by Name: To end with fomething like this; Vivat diutiffimè magnum illud Ecclefiæ decus, Hiftoriæ & Antiquitatis Inftaurator Feliciffimus. A Letter of Thanks to Zurich: Another to my old Friend who has fo many Children