And curse thy stars, and early drudge and late,
Yet that remov'd would bring a heavier bale
Of care, pain, sadness, and diseases pale."

The above nine lines are from The Castle of Indolence, which, as we have said, is particularly distinguished by original genius and a perfect knowledge of human nature. The propensities and force of habit are well described: by small degrees the power and progress of vice advances, like the apple of Eve in paradise, proceeding from discontent and indolence to final misery.

This poem “To the memory of Sir Isaac Newton" in eight pages had been greatly admired; Lord Lyttleton called it transcendent in excellence: the conclusion is beautiful, and worthy of the great Astronomer whose talents had made most important discoveries.

O, Britain boast! whether with angels thou
Art now united, in blessed contemplation;
Or to express the treasures of thy mind,
How greatly humble, how divinely good;
How firm established on eternal truth!
Ardent in doing well, with every nerve
Still pressing on, forgetful of the past,
And seeking all perfection, far above
Those little cares and visionary joys,
That so engage the time, the mind, the heart,
Of ever cheated, ever trusting man.

O Newton! from Heaven look down with pity
On human kind, a frail, erroneous race;

Exalt Great Britain, if in her decline,

And be her genius call'd; inspire her studies,
Correct her errors, elevate her youth;

For though deprav'd, and sunk, she was thy country,
And glories in thy name, she points thee out
To all her sons, and bids them know thy star,
When in expectance of the second life

When time shall be no more, thy sacred dust

O Newton! sleeps with Saints and Kings."

DR. MAXWELL GARTHSHORE,

F.R.S. F.S.A. M.D.

"Thine own friend, and thy father's friend, forsake not." Proverbs xxvii. 10.

It is remarkable that the royal and inspired philosopher who wrote the book of Proverbs, has frequently mentioned the importance of virtuous friendships: if our own friend is dear, the friend of our father ought to be sacred in remembrance. When we think of kindness, which had given joy to the heart in domestic life, in the days of early years, when our dear parents expressed the happiness they experienced from proofs of real friendship— shall we omit the remembrance of such friends? May we not encourage the delightful hope of again meeting the kind, warm-hearted friend, who was void of all deceit or flattery, whose excellent understanding and memory were equal to the goodness of his heart? For the honour of human nature it is true, that real disinterested attachments, formed in early life, have existed frequently in the world, whatever the cold and selfish may think and say to the contrary. Experience has given most pleasing proofs of such dear friendships, which have been justly called the medicine of life. While, if virtue will most assuredly live beyond the grave,

so will friendship, her constant companion, be found in heaven, renewed and imperishable, when the soul has escaped from all the various troubles and cares and physical infirmities of our house of clay.

The Rev. Author of "The Lectures on the Psalms" was happy by an early friendship and correspondence from youth to age, with Dr. Garthshore, of London. This happy and permanent attachment commenced at the College of Edinburgh. The Editor has seen much of the correspondence, which abounds in interesting particulars of private life, literature, politics, &c. Dr. Garthshore resided in a large and excellent mansion in St. Martin's-Lane, Charing-Cross, the property of the Marquis of Salisbury, where the family of his Lordship had resided for many years. The worthy Dr. was very intimate with Sir Joseph Banks, who was President of the Royal Society. When Sir Joseph had the gout severely, and could not see the weekly evening meetings of select parties of that Society at his house in Soho-square, Sir Joseph frequently requested his intimate friend, Dr. Garthshore, to receive and entertain these gentlemen with tea and coffee, &c. at his residence, in St. Martin's-lane. The Editor has seen notes of Sir Joseph Banks to Dr. Garthshore, written on those occasions, in one of which he says, "My dear friend,-my great enemy, the gout, has no respect for learning and philosophy. May I beg you will allow the select party, from the Royal

Society, to meet at your house, on Thursday evenings, at nine; and your goodness to act as my representative till I am better able to see you and them here. I am, &c. &c. JOSEPH BANKS." Mr. Porter, when he had left St. Petersburgh, and settled finally in London, was always at those agreeable philosophical parties; and the sons of the Rev. John Ewart (if they happened to be in London) were most kindly received by Dr. Garthshore, and treated as if they had been his own sons. deed Joseph, John, and Peter Ewart, as well as the Editor of these Sketches, found Dr. Garthshore like a father to them while they were in London.

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Mr. and Mrs. Porter lived in Great George-street, Westminster, where Sir John Sinclair, Bart. visited them, and they went to the agreeable and interesting public breakfasts of Dr. Garthshore, where was music, &c. He was the guardian of the two Miss Saunders', who had large fortunes; the daughters of Dr. Huck Saunders, M.D. and nieces of Admiral Sir Charles Saunders. The eldest Miss Saunders married Lord Viscount Melville; the second married the Earl of Westmoreland. Each of these very amiable ladies had 100,000l. To them Dr. Garthshore was like a parent: all his leisure hours he devoted to do them kindness and services as their guardian, and indeed spoke of their virtues and merits as if they had been his own children; and those ladies loved and honoured him.

Dr. Garthshore's son, William, was very much