over, without the least thought of
resentment or revenge. There were not wanting some malevolent people,
and some pretenders to poetry too, that would sometimes bark at his best
performances; but he was too much conscious of his own genius, and had
so much good-nature as to forgive them, nor could however be tempted to
return them an answer.'

This is the amiable character of Mr. Rowe, drawn by Mr. Welwood, to
which we shall add the words of Mr. Pope, in a letter to Edward Blount,
Esq; dated February the 10th, 1715.

'There was a vivacity and gaiety of disposition almost peculiar to
Mr. Rowe, which made it impossible to part with him, without that
uneasiness, which generally succeeds all our pleasures.'

It would perhaps be injurious to the memory of Rowe, to dismiss his
life, without taking notice of his translations of Lucan, and Quillet's
Callipaedia; the versification in both is musical, and well adapted to
the subject; nor is there any reason to doubt but that the true meaning
of the original, is faithfully preserved throughout the whole. These
translations, however, with Mr. Rowe's Occasional Poems, and Birth-Day
Odes, are but little read, and he is only distinguished as a dramatist;
for which we shall not pretend to assign a reason; but we may observe,
that a Muse capable of producing so many excellent dramatic pieces,
cannot be supposed to have executed any plan indifferently; however, it
may charm a reader less than that kind of composition, which is set off
on the Theatre, with so many advantages.

He published likewise an edition of the works of Shakespear, and
prefixed the life of that great man, from materials which he had been
industrious to collect, in the county where Shakespear was born, and to
which, after he had filled the world with admiration of his genius, he
retired.

We deem it unnecessary to give any specimen of Mr. Rowe's poetry; the
most celebrated speeches in his plays, which are beautifully harmonious;
are repeated by every body who reads poetry, or attends plays; and to
suppose the reader ignorant of them, would be to degrade him from that
rank of intelligence, without which he can be little illuminated by
perusing the _Lives of the Poets_.

[Footnote 1: Welwood's preface to Rowe's Lucan]

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JOHN SHEFFIELD, Duke of BUCKINGHAM.

This nobleman, who made a very great figure in the last age, as an
author, a statesman, and a soldier; was bo