p. 239,240,241. Strype's Life of Grindal,
pp. 11, 17, 22, fol., where will be found much information as
to the manner in which Fox's book was composed.

[16] Compare p. 444 of the first edition (very scarce) with
subsequent editions.

[17] This incident has been made the subject of much criticism to
the disparagement of Fox. He, however, gives it as hearsay only,
and, though the circumstantial details might not have been
reported to him correctly, the substantial fact may be true
nevertheless. Fox, too, was personally connected with the family
of the Duke of Norfolk (at whose house the scene is said to have
occurred), being once tutor in it.--Strype's Annals, pp 110, 368.

[18] Strype's Annals, p. 242.

[19] Fox, iii. 459.

[20] Three Conversions, ii. 215.

[21] Id. 230.

[22] Id. ii.81, and Strype's Annals, p. 240.

[23] Id. ii. 81, and Strype's Annals, p. 336.

[24] Id. iii. 23.

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SONGS,

BY THOMAS MOORE, ESQ.

From the _"Summer Fete,"_ just published.

Some mortals there may be, so wise, or so fine,
As in evenings like this no enjoyment to see;
But, as I'm not particular--wit, love, and wine,
Are for one night's amusement sufficient for me.
Nay--humble and strange as my tastes may appear--
If driv'n to the worst, I could manage, thank heaven,
To put up with eyes such as beam round me here,
And with wine such as this is six days out of seven.
So pledge me a bumber--your sages profound
May be blest, if they will, on their own patent plan;
But as we are _not_ sages, why--send the cup round--
We must only be happy the best way we can.

A reward by some king was once offer'd, we're told,
To whoe'er could invent a new bliss for mankind;
But talk of _new_ pleasures!--give me but the old,
And I'll leave your inventors all new ones they find.
Or should I, in quest of fresh realms of bliss,
Set sail in the pinnance of Fancy some day,
Let the rich rosy sea I embark on be this,
And such eyes as we've here be the stars of my way!
In the meantime, a bumper--your Angels on high,
May have pleasures unknown to life's limited span;
But, as we are _not_ angels, why--let the flask fly,
We must only be happy _all_ ways that we can.

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