this letter was, as he confesses, that he might erect a monumental
marble to the memory of an old friend. He, who employed his pious
pen for almost the last time in thus doing justice to the exemplary
death-bed of Addison, might probably, at the close of his own life,
afford no unuseful lesson for the deaths of others. In the
postscript he writes to Richardson that he will see in his next how
far Addison is an original. But no other letter appears.

The few lines which stand in the last edition, as "sent by Lord
Melcombe to Dr. Young not long before his lordship's death," were
indeed so sent, but were only an introduction to what was there
meant by "The Muse's Latest Spark." The poem is necessary, whatever
may be its merit, since the Preface to it is already printed. Lord
Melcombe called his Tusculum "La Trappe":--

"Love thy country, wish it well,
Not with too intense a care;
'Tis enough, that, when it fell,
Thou its ruin didst not share.

Envy's censure, Flattery's praise,
With unmoved indifference view;
Learn to tread life's dangerous maze,
With unerring Virtue's clue.

Void of strong desire and fear,
Life's void ocean trust no more;
Strive thy little bark to steer
With the tide, but near the shore.