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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 she herself is the only survivor of Milton's own family ; unless there be fome in the EastIndies, which she very much questions, for she used to hear from them sometimes, but has heard nothing now for several years: fo 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 notice of her till 1750; wher, on the sth of April that year, Comus, wrote by Milton, was represented 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 for her benefit, and is as follows:
Ye patriot crouds, who burn for England's fame,
At length our mighty Bard's victorious lays
le can live only in his writings : And, fuch is the caprice of fortune, this grand-daughter of a man, who will be an everlasting glory to the nation, has now for fooie years with her husband kept a little chandler's or grocer's shop, for their fubfiftence, lately at t'ie Lower Halloway in the road between High-gate and London, and at present in Cock lane, not far 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 dife ferent 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 iinpretlion, sold 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 fight, 'which he fo pathetićally 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, Westminster, Sept. 28. 1654.
.“ I think ’tis about ten years, more or less, “ fince 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, accorda
ing to my custom, my eyes grew painful immedia. “ ately, and to refuse reading, but were refreshed af.
Unknown, unheeded, long his offspring lay,
“ ter a moderate exercise of the body. A certain Iris
began to surround the light of the candle, if I look“ ed at it; soon after which, on the left part of the " left eye, (for that was fome years sooner 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 « 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 fore " head and temples, which, after meat especially, s quite to evening generally urge and deprefs
, my eyes with a fleepy heaviness. Nor would I omit, " that, whilst there was as yet some remainder of « fight, I no sooner lay down in my bed, and turnto 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 Aashed out us with vehemence; but now, that the lucid is in a “ manner wholly extinct, a direct blackness, or else
spotted, and as it were woven with ash colour, is ** used to pour itself in. Nevertheless, the constant ss 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 fmallness 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;
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 beenlately found on a glass-window at Chalfont, where he resided during the continuance of that dreadful
calamity, FAIR mirror of foul times! whose fragile sheen
Shall, as it blazeth, break; while Providence: (Ay watching o'er lais saints with eye unseen,) Spreads the red rod of angry peftilence,
To sweep the wicked and their counsels hencer: Yea all to break the pride of luftful kings,
Who Heaven's lore rejea for brutish fenfe ;
For the fair Hittite, when on seraph's wings
Birch's Life of Miltoni. * If this fonnet 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 numbering:
UI legis Amisfim Paradisum, grandia magni
Carmina Miltoni, quid nisi cuncta legis? Ros cunctas, & cunétarum primordia rerum,
Et fata, & fines continet iste liber.
Scribitur & toto quicquid in orbe latet :
Sulphureumque Erebi, flammivomumque fpecus :
Quæque colunt fummi lucida regna poli :
Et fine fine Chaos, & sine fine Deus :
In Christo erga homines conciliatus amor.
Et tamen hæc hodie terra Britanna legit.
Quæ canit, & quanta prælia dira tuba !
Et quæ cæleftes pugna deceret agros! Quantus in æthcreis tollit fe Lucifer armis !
Atque ipso graditur vix Micbaele minor!
Dum ferus hic Itellas protegit, ille rapit!
Et non mortali desuper igne pluunt:
Et metuit pugnæ non superesse suæ.
Et cursus animos, armaque digoa Deo,
Erunpunt torvis fulgura luminibus,
Admiltis flammis infonuere polo :
Et caffis dextris irrita tela cadunt ;
Tafernis certant condere le tenebris.
Et quos fama recens vel celebravit anus. Hæc quicunque leget tantum ceciniffe putabit Maviidem ranas, Virgilinm culices.
SANUEL BARROW, M. D.