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þed. She knows nothing of her aunt Philips or A. gar's descendents, but believes that they are all extinét: as is likewise Sir Christopher Milton's family, the last of which were two maiden sisters, Mrs. Mary and Mrs. Katharine Milton, who lived and died at Highgate: And the herself is the only survivor of Milton's own family, unless there be fome in the EastIndies, which the very much questions, for the used to hear from them sometimes, but has heard nothing now for several years: so that in all probability Milton's whole family would be extinct with her *, and
* Mrs. Folter died at Illington, May 9. 1754, in the 66th year of her age ; and by her death all Milton's family became extinct. She had lived many years in a low way, and was at last depressed with poverty and the informities of old age. It does not appear, that any of her grandfather's admirers took any nntice of her till 1750; whep, on the sth of April that year, Comus, wrote by Milton, was reprefented at Drury-Lane theatre, with a new prologue spoken by Mr. Garrick, for her benefit, which produced her above 130 l.
The prologue was printed both at London and Ediaburgh fur her benefit, and is as follows:
Ye patriot crouds, who burn for England's fame,
At length our mighty Bard's victorious lays
he can live only in his writings: And, such is the caprice of fortune, this grand-daughter of a man, who will be an everlasting glory to the nation, has now for some years with her husband kept a little chandler's or grocer's shop, for their fubfisteace, lately tie Lower Halloway in the road between High-gate and London, and at present in Cock lane, not fac from Shore-ditch church. Another thing let me mention, that is equally to the honour of the present age. Though Milton received not above 10 l. at two different payments for the copy of Paradise Lost, yet Mr. Hoyle, author of the Treatise on the Game of Whilt, after having disposed of all the first impreflion, fold the copy to the bookseller, as I have been informed, for 200 guineas.
To this Life from Dr. Newton, we shall subjoin an account of the manner in which Milton lost his fighty which he fo pathetically laments in the beginning of book iii. of Paradise Lost, taken from his own letter to Leonard Philaras, envoy from the Duke of Parma to the French King, dated, Westminiter, Sept. 28. 1054.
" I think 'tis about ten years, more or less, « since I began to perceive, that my eye-light grew " weak and dim, and at the same time my spleen and " bowels to be oppressed and troubled with flatus ; * and in the morning, when I began to read, accordo,
ing to my custom, my eyes grew painful immedia.
ter a moderate exercise of the body. A certain Iris
began to surround the light of the candle, if I look" ed at it; foon after which, on the left part of the " left eye, (for that was fome years
fooner clouded) a milt arose, which hid every thing on that fide; " and looking forward, if I shut my right eye, ob
jects appeared smaller. My other eye also, for these " last three years, failing by degrees, some months s before all fight was abolished, things which I look" ed upon seemed to swim to the right and left. « Certain inveterate vapours seem to possess my fore6 head and temples, which, after meat especially, so quite to evening generally urge and depress my
eyes with a fleepy heaviness. Nor would I omit, " that, whilst there was as yet fome remainder of « fight, I no sooner lay down in my bed, and turns so ed on my side, but a copious light dazzled out of
my shut eyes: and, as my fight diminished, every day colours gradually more obfcure flashed out with vehemence; but now, that the lucid is in a manner wholly extinct, a direct blackness, or else
fpotted, and as it were woven with ash colour, is ** used to pour itself in. Nevertheless, the constant st and settled darkness that is before me, as well by
night as by day, seems nearer to the whitith than " the blackish ; and the eye, rolling itself a little, • seems to admit I know not what little fmalness of " light, as through a chink.”
The following TRANSLATION and SONNET are taken
from Toland's and Birch's accounts of Milton's Life.
The Verses to CHRISTINA Queen of SWEDEN, vol.
ii. p. ult. translated.
The northern pole supports thy shining throne; Behold what furrows Age and Steel can plow; The helmet’s weight oppress'd this wrinkled brow.
Thro' Fate's untrodden paths I move, my hands
TOLAND's Life of Milton.
A SONNET, upon occasion of the Plague in London,
said to be written by Milton, and to have beenJately found on a glass-window at Chalfont, where he resided during the continuance of that dreadful calamity.
Shall, as it blazeth, break; while Providence: (Ay watching o'er lais faints with eye unseen,)
Spreads the red rod of angry pestilence,
To sweep the wicked and their counsels hence :
Who Heaven's lore rejea for brutish sense ;
For the fair Hittite, when on seraph's wings
Birch's Life of Milton.
If this sonnet was really wrote by Milton, he has blundered in: representing the pellilence as a judgment upon David for his adul-tery with Bathsheba, whereas iš was on account of his sumbering the people.
In PARADISUM AMISSAM fummi poeta
UI legis Amisfim Paradisum, grandia magni
Carmina Miltoni, quid nisi cuncta legis
Et fata, & fines continet iste liber.
Scribitur & toto quicquid in orbe latet :
Sulphureumque Erebi, flammivomumque fpecus :
Quæque colunt fummi lucida regna poli :
Et sine fine Chaos, &,fine fine Deus:
In Christo erga homines conciliatus amor.
Et tamen hæc hodie terra Britanna legit.
Qua canit, & quanta prælia dira tuba!
Ef quæ cæleftes pugna deceret agros!
Atque ipfo graditur vix Michaele minor!
Dum ferus hic ftellas protegit, ille rapit!
Et non mortali desuper igne pluust:
Et metuit pugnze non superesse suæ.
Et cursus animos, armaque digna Deo,
Erumpunt torvis fulgura luminibus,
Admillis flammis infonuere polo :
Et cafiis dextris irrita tela cadunt ;
Internis certuit coudere le tenebris.
Et quos fuma recens vel celebravit anus.