to his old servant, Annie Kay-and to her alone-his sense of his danger.

Almost the last person Sydney Smith saw was his beloved brother Bobus, who followed him to the grave a fortnight after he had been laid in the tomb.

He lingered till the 22d of February, 1845. His son closed his eyes. His last act was bestowing on a poverty-stricken clergyman a living..

He was buried at Kensal Green, where his eldest son, Douglas, had been interred.

It has been justly and beautifully said of Sydney Smith, that Christianity was not a dogma with him, but a practical and most beneficent rule of life.

As a clergyman, he was liberal, practical, stanch; free from the latitudinarian principles of Hoadley, as from the bigotry of Laud. His wit was the wit of a virtuous, a decorous man; it had pungency without venom; humor without indelicacy; and was copious without being tiresome.

GEORGE BUBB DODINGTON, LORD MELCOMBE.

66 "It would have been well for Lord Melcombe's memory,' Horace Walpole remarks, "if his fame had been suffered to rest on the tradition of his wit and the evidence of his poetry." And, in the present day, that desirable result has come to pass. We remember Bubb Dodington chiefly as the courtier whose person, houses, and furniture were replete with costly ostentation, so as to provoke the satire of Foote, who brought him on the stage under the name of Sir Thomas Lofty in "The Patron."

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We recall him most as “l'Amphytrion chez qui on dine :” My Lord of Melcombe," as Mallett says,

"Whose soups and sauces duly season'd,

Whose wit well timed and sense well reason'd,

Give Burgundy a brighter stain,

And add new flavor to Champagne."

Who now cares much for the court intrigues which severed Sir Robert Walpole and Bubb Dodington? Who now reads without disgust the annals of that famous quarrel between George II. and his son, during which each party devoutly wished the other dead? Who minds whether the time-serving Bubb Dodington went over to Lord Bute or not? Who cares whether his hopes of political preferment were or were not gratified? Bubb Dodington was, in fact, the dinner-giving lordly poet, to whom even the saintly Young could write,

"You give protection-I a worthless strain."

Born in 1691, the accomplished courtier answered, till he had attained the age of twenty-nine, to the not very euphonious name of Bubb. Then a benevolent uncle with a large estate died, and left him, with his lands, the more exalted surname of Dodington. He sprang, however, from an obscure family, who had settled in Dorchester; but that disadvantage, which, according to Lord Brougham's famous pamphlet, acts so fatally on a young man's advancement in English public life, was obviated, as most things are, by a great fortune.

Mr. Bubb had been educated at Oxford. At the age of twenty-four he was elected M. P. for Winchelsea; he was soon afterward named Envoy at the Court of Spain, but returned home after his accession of wealth to provincial honors, and

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became Lord-Lieutenant of Somerset. Nay, poets began to worship him, and even to pronounce him to be well born: "Descended from old British sires;

Great Dodington to kings allied;

My patron then, my laurels' pride."

It would be consolatory to find that it is only Welsted who thus profaned the Muse by this abject flattery, were it not recorded that Thomson dedicated to him his "Summer." The dedication was prompted by Lord Binning; and "Summer" was published in 1727, when Dodington was one of the Lords of the Treasury, as well as Clerk of the Pells in Ireland. It seemed, therefore, worth while for Thomson to pen such a passage as this: "Your example, sir, has recommended poetry with the greatest grace to the example of those who are engaged in the most active scenes of life; and this, though confessedly the least considerable of those qualities that dignify your character, must be particularly pleasing to one whose only hope of being introduced to your regard is thro' the_recommendation of an art in which you are a master." Warton adding this tribute :

"To praise a Dodington, rash bard, forbear!

What can thy weak and ill-tuned voice avail,

When on that theme both Young and Thomson fail?"

Yet even when midway in his career, Dodington, in the famous political caricature called the "Motion," is depicted as "the Spaniel," sitting between the Duke of Argyle's legs, while his grace is driving a coach at full speed to the Treasury, with a sword instead of a whip in his hand, with Lord Chesterfield as postillion, and Lord Cobham as a footman, holding on by the straps; even then the servile though pompous character of this true man of the world was comprehended completely; and Bubb Dodington's characteristics never changed.

In his political life, Dodington was so selfish, obsequious, and versatile as to incur universal opprobrium; he had also another misfortune for a man of society-he became fat and lethargic. "My brother Ned," Horace Walpole remarks," says he is grown of less consequence, though more weight." And on another occasion, speaking of a majority in the House of Lords, he adds, "I do not count Dodington, who must now always be in the minority, for no majority will accept him."

While, however, during the factious reign of George II., the town was declared, even by Horace, to be "wondrous dull; operas unfrequented, plays not in fashion, and amours old as marriages," Bubb Dodington, with his wealth and profusion, contrived always to be in vogue as a host, while he was at a discount as a politician. Politics and literature are the high

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roads in England to that much-craved-for distinction, an admittance into the great world; and Dodington united these passports in his own person: he was a poetaster, and wrote political pamphlets. The latter were published and admired; the poems were referred to as very pretty love verses" by Lord Lyttelton, and were never published-and never ought to have been published, it is stated.

His bon mots, his sallies, his fortune and places, and continual dangling at court, procured Bubo, as Pope styled him, one pre-eminence. His dinners at Hammersmith were the most recherché in the metropolis. Every one remembers, or ought to remember, Brandenburgh House, when the hapless Caroline of Brunswick held her court there, and where her brave heart -burdened probably with many sins-broke at last. It had been the residence of the beautiful and famous Margravine of Anspach, whose loveliness in vain tempts us to believe her innocent, in despite of facts. Before those eras-the presence of the Margravine, whose infidelities were almost avowed, and the abiding of the queen, whose errors had, at all events, verged on the very confines of guilt-the house was owned by Dodington. There he gave dinners; there he gratified a passion for display which was puerile; there he indulged in eccentricities which almost implied insanity; there he concocted his schemes for court advancement; and there, later in life, he contributed some of the treasures of his wit to dramatic literature. "The Wishes," a comedy, by Bentley, was supposed to owe much of its point to the brilliant wit of Dodington."

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At Brandenburgh House, a nobler presence than that of Dodington still haunted the groves and alleys, for Prince Rupert had once owned it. When Dodington bought it, he gave itin jest, we must presume-the name of La Trappe; and it was not called Brandenburgh House until the fair and frail Margravine came to live there.

Its gardens were long famous, and in the time of Dodington were the scene of revel. Thomas Bentley, the son of Richard Bentley, the celebrated critic, had written a play called “The Wishes,” and during the summer of 1761 it was acted at Drury Lane, and met with the especial approbation of George III., who sent the author, through Lord Bute, a present of two hundred guineas as a tribute to the good sentiments of the production.

This piece, which, in spite of its moral tendency, has died out, while plays of less virtuous character have lived, was rehearsed in the gardens of Brandenburgh House. Bubb Dodington associated much with those who give fame; but he * See Walpole's "Royal and Noble Authors."