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refer to those exertions, equally honourable to himself and to his friends, by which the severity of his sentence and imprisonment was so greatly mitigated. The regrets which they now feel, and long will feel, for his loss, will be a lasting tribute to his worth, and the veneration with which they regard his character, they will hand down to their posterity."
Dr. Aikin, his long known and long valued friend, who had so lately congratulated his return to society," now published a paper, of which we have already availed ourselves, entitled "A Tribute to the Memory of Mr. Wakefield," It contains "a slight sketch of the leading events of his life," interspersed, as might naturally be expected from the writer, with many interesting observations.
A clergyman of the church of England also, whose name we are not at liberty to mention, drew up, and very obligingly communicated, some remarks on his character, derived from the association and correspondence of many years. These remarks will be found in the Appendix. Notwithstanding their different
See Monthly Mag. Vol. XI. 422 and 513.
course of life and opposite views upon some points, the ingenious writer will appear to have retained a just and lively recollection of the virtues and accomplishments of his friend.
Two or three short copies of verses were inscribed to his memory, besides a Latin elegy by Dr. Geddes already mentioned. This event also called forth the elegant talents of another member of a family to whose writings the public taste and information have been so largely indebted.
With the verses to which we have alluded, written by Miss Aikin, almost immediately on receiving the account of our friend's death, we conclude this continuation of his Memoirs.
To the MEMORY of the Rev. GILBert Wakefield.
FRIEND of departed worth! whose pilgrim feet
See Month. Mag. XII. 222, 328, 518. e ❝ Ad umbram Gilberti Wakefield Elegia," Ibid. p. 326.
Tool of corruption-spaniel slave of power!
The dungeon's gloom, nor the cold hand of fate,
Of keen regrets his monument of praise
May Faith, may Friendship, dry your streaming eyes, And Virtue mingle comfort with your sighs;
Till Resignation softly stealing on,
With pensive smile bid lingering Grief be gone,