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APPENDIX.
APPENDIX.
 No. I.

Dryden’s Degree as Master of Arts, granted by the Archbishop of

Canterbury, preserved in the Faculty Book, (Book 6. p. 236. b.)

“Dispensatio Joanni Dryden, pro gradu Artium Magistri.

“Gilbertus providentiâ divinâ Cantuariensis Archiepiscopus, &c.

dilecto nobis in Christo Joanni Dryden, in Artibus Baccalaureo,
perantiquâ Dreydenorum familiâ in agro Northamptoniensi oriundo,
salutem et gratiam. Quum in scholis rite constitutis mos laudabilis et
consuetudo invaluerit, approbatione tam ecclesiarum bene
reformatarum, quam hominum doctissimorum, à multis retrò annis,
ut quicunque in aliqua artium liberalium scientia cum laude
desudaverint, insigni aliquo dignitatis gradu decorarentur. Quum
etiam, publicâ legum auctoritate muniti, Cantuarienses Archiepiscopi
gradus prædictos et honoris titulos in homines bene merentes
conferendi potestate gaudeant et jamdudum gavisi sint, prout ex
libro authentico de Facultatibus taxandis Parlamenti auctoritate
confirmato pleniùs apparet; Nos igitur prædictà auctoritate freti, et
antecessorum nostrorum exemplum imitati, te Joannem prædictum,
cujus vitæ probitas, bonarum literarum scientiá, morumque
integritas, vel ipsius domini Regis testimonio, perspectæ sunt,
MAGISTRI IN ARTIBUS titulo et gradu insigniri decrevimus, et tenore
presentium in Artibus Magistrum actualem creamus, pariterque in
numerum Magistrorum in Artibus hujusce regni aggregamus;
juramento infra scripto priùs per nos de te exacto, et a te jurato:—
Ego Joannes Dryden, ad gradum et titulum Magistri in Artibus, per
Reverendissimum in Christo patron ac dominum, Gilbertum divinâ
providentiâ Cantuariensem Archiepiscopum, totius Angliæ Primatem
et Metropolitanum, admittendus, teste mihi conscientiâ testificor
serenissimum nostrum regem Carolum Secundum esse unicum et
supremum gubernatorem hujusce regni Angliæ, &c. sicut me Deus
adjuvet, per sacra Dei evangelia.—Proviso semper quod hæ literæ
tibi non proficiant, nisi registrentur et subscribantur per Clericum
Regiæ Majestatis ad Facultates in Cancellaria.

“Dat. sub sigillo de Facultatibus, decimo septimo die mensis Junii,

Anno Domini 1668, et nostræ translationis anno quinto.”
 No. II.
DRYDEN’S PATENT.
Pat. 22. Car. II. p. 6. n. 6.

Charles the Second, by the grace of God, of England, Scotland,

France, and Ireland, king, defender of the faith, &c. to the lords
commissioners of our treasury, treasurer, chancellor, under-treasurer,
chamberlaines, and barons of the exchequer, of us, our heires and
successors, now being, and that hereafter shall bee, and to all other
the officers and ministers of our said court and of the receipt there,
now being and that hereafter shall bee; and to all others to whom
these presents shall come, greeting.

Know yee, that wee, for and in consideration of the many good and
acceptable services by John Dryden, Master of Arts, and eldest
sonne of Erasmus Dryden, of Tichmarsh, in the county of
Northampton, esquire, to us heretofore done and performed, and
taking notice of the learning and eminent abilities of him the said
John Dryden, and of his great skill and elegant style both in verse
and prose, and for diverse other good causes and considerations us
thereunto especially moving, have nominated, constituted, declared,
and appointed, and by these presents do nominate, constitute,
declare, and appoint him, the said John Dryden, our Poet Laureat and
Historiographer Royal; giving and granting unto him, the said John
Dryden, all and singular the rights, privileges, benefits, and
advantages thereunto belonging, as fully and amply as Sir Geoffery
Chaucer, knight, Sir John Gower, knight, John Leland, esquire,
William Camden, esquire, Benjamin Johnson, esquire, James Howell,
esquire, Sir William D’Avenant, knight, or any other person or
persons having or exercising the place or employment of Poet
Laureat or Historiographer, or either of them, in the time of any of
our royal progenitors, had or received, or might lawfully claim or
demand, as incident or belonging unto the said places or
employments, or either of them. And for the further and better
encouragement of him, the said John Dryden, diligently to attend
the said employment, we are graciously pleased to give and grant,
and by these presents, for us, our heirs and successors, do give and
grant, unto the said John Dryden, one annuity or yearly pension of
two hundred pounds of lawful money of England, during our
pleasure, to have and to hold, and yearly to receive the said annuity
or pension of two hundred pounds of lawful money of England by
the yeare, unto the said John Dryden and his assigns, from the
death of the said Sir William D’Avenant lately deceased, for and
during our pleasure, at the receipt of the exchequer, of us, our heirs
and successors, out of the treasure of us, our heirs and successors,
from time to time there remaining, by the hands of the treasurer or
treasurers and chamberlains of us, our heirs and successors, there
for the time being, at the four usual terms of the year, that is to say,
at the feast of the nativity of St John the Baptist, St Michael the
Archangel, the birth of our Lord God, and the annunciation of the
Blessed Virgin Mary, by even and equal portions to be paid, the first
payment thereof to begin at the feast of the nativity of St John the
Baptist next and immediately after the death of the said Sir William
D’Avenant, deceased. Wherefore our will and pleasure is, and we do
by these presents, for us, our heirs and successors, require,
command, and authorize the said lords commissioners of our
treasury, treasurer, chancellor, under-treasurer, chamberlains, and
barons, and other officers and ministers of the said exchequer now
and for the time being, not only to pay, or cause to be paid, unto the
said John Dryden and his assigns, the said annuity or yearly pension
of two hundred pounds of lawful money of England, according to our
will and pleasure herein before expressed, but also from time to time
to give full allowance of the same, according to the true meaning of
these presents. And these presents, or the inrolment thereof, shall
be unto all men whom it shall concern a sufficient warrant and
discharge for the paying and allowing of the same accordingly,
without any further or other warrant procured or obtained. And
further, know ye, that we, of our especial grace, certain knowledge,
and mere motion, have given and granted, and by these presents,
for us, our heirs and successors, do give and grant, unto the said
John Dryden and his assigns, one butt or pipe of the best canary
wine, to have, hold, receive, perceive, and take the said butt or pipe
of canary wine unto the said John Dryden and his assigns, during
our pleasure, out of our store of wines yearly and from time to time
remaining at or in our cellars within or belonging to our palace of
Whitehall. And for the better effecting of our will and pleasure
herein, we do hereby require and command all and singular our
officers, and ministers whom it shall or may concern, or who shall
have the care or charge of our said wines, that they, or some of
them, do deliver, or cause to be delivered, the said butt or pipe of
wine yearly, and once in every year, unto the said John Dryden or his
assigns, during our pleasure, at such time and times as he or they
shall demand or desire the same. And these presents, or the
inrolment thereof, shall be unto all men whom it shall concern, a
sufficient warrant and discharge in that behalf, although express
mention, &c. In witness, &c.

Witness the King at Westminster, the eighteenth day of August.

[1670.]

Per breve de privato sigillo.

 No. III.
THE

AGREEMENT CONCERNING THE

FABLES

I doe hereby promise to pay John Dryden, Esquire, or order, on the

25th of March, 1699, the sume of two hundred and fifty guineas, in
consideration of ten thousand verses, which the said John Dryden,
Esquire, is to deliver to me Jacob Tonson, when finished, whereof
seaven thousand five hundred verses, more or lesse, are already in
the said Jacob Tonson’s possession. And I do hereby further promise
and engage my selfe to make up the said sume of two hundred and
fifty guineas, three hundred pounds sterling, to the said John
Dryden, Esquire, his executors, administrators, or assigns, att the
beginning of the second impression of the said ten thousand verses.
In witnesse whereof, I have hereunto sett my hand and seal this
twentieth day of March, 1698-9.

Jacob Tonson.

Sealed and delivered, being first

stampt pursuant to the acts of
Parliament for that purpose,
in the presence of
Benj. Portlock,
Will Congreve.
 March the twenty-fourth, 1698.

Received then of Mr Jacob Tonson the sum of two hundred sixty-

eight pounds fifteen shillings, in pursuance of an agreement for ten
thousand verses to be delivered by me to the said Jacob Tonson,
whereof I have already delivered to him about seven thousand five
hundred, more or less: he the sayd Jacob Tonson being obliged to
make up the foresayd sum of two hundred sixty-eight pounds fifteen
shillings, three hundred pounds, at the beginning of the second
impression or the foresayd ten thousand verses.

I say, received by me,

John Dryden.

Witness, Charles Dryden.

The following receipt is written on the back of Jacob Tonson’s

Agreement, dated March 20, 1698-9.

June 11, 1713. Received of the within-named Jacob Tonson, thirty-

one pounds five shillings, which, with two hundred sixty-eight
pounds fifteen shillings paid Mr John Dryden the 24th of March
1698, is in full for the copy of a book intituled “Dryden’s Fables,”
consisting of ten thousand verses, more or lesse: I say received as
administratrix to the said John Dryden, of such effects as were not
administered to by Charles Dryden.

Ann Sylvius.

Witnesses, Eliz. Jones.

Jacob Tonson, Junr.

Paid Mr Dryden, March the 23d, 1698.

L. s. d.
In a bag in silver 100 0 0
 In silver besides 21 15 6
66 Lewis d’ores at 17s. 6d. 57 15 0
83 Guyneas at 1 1 6 89 4 6
268 15 0
250 Guyneas at L. 1 1s. 6d. are 268 15 0
L. s. d.
268 15 0
31 5 0
300 0 0
 No. IV.
MR RUSSEL’s BILL
FOR

MR DRYDEN’S FUNERALLS.

For the funerall of Esqre Dryden.

L. s. d.
A double coffin covered with cloath, and
sett of [off] with work gilt with gold 5 0 0
A herse with six white Flanders horses 1 10 0
Covering the herse with velvet, and
velvet housings for the horses 1 0 0
17 plumes of feathers for herse and
horses 3 0 0
Hanging the Hall210 with a border of
bays 5 0 0
6 dozen of paper escucheons for the
Hall 3 12 0
A large pall of velvet 0 10 0
10 silk escucheons for the pall 2 10 0
24 buck: escucheons for herse and
horses 2 8 0
12 shields and six shaffroones for ditto 2 8 0
3 mourning coaches with six horses 2 5 0
Silver dish and rosemary 0 5 0
8 scarves for musicioners 2 0 0
8 hatbands for ditto 1 0 0
17 yds of crape to cover their
instruments 1 14 0
4 mourning cloakes 0 10 0
Pd 6 men moveing the corps to the Hall 0 6 0
8 horsemen in long cloakes to ride
before the herse 4 0 0
13 footmen in velvet capps, to walk on
each side the herse 1 19 0
6 porters that attended at the doores,
and walked before the herse to the
Abby, in mourning gowns and
staves 1 10 0
An atchievement for the house 3 10 0
45 17 0

We may add to these accounts the Description of the Funeral

itself, extracted from the London Spy of Ward, who was
doubtless a spectator.

“A deeper concern hath scarce been known to affect in general the

minds of grateful and ingenious men, than the melancholy surprise
of the worthy Mr Dryden’s death hath occasioned through the whole
town, as well as in all other parts of the kingdom, where any
persons either of wit or learning have taken up their residence.
Wheresoever his incomparable writings have been scattered by the
hands of the travellers into foreign nations, the loss of so great a
man must needs be lamented amongst their bards and rabbies; and
’tis reasonable to believe the commendable industry of translations
has been such, to render several of his most accurate performances
into their own language, that their native country might receive the
benefit, and themselves the reputation of so laudable an
undertaking: and how far the wings of merit have conveyed the
pleasing fruits of his exuberant fancy, is a difficult conjecture,
considering what a continual correspondence our nation has with
most parts of the universe. For it is reasonable to believe all
Christian kingdoms and colonies at least, have been as much the
better for his labours, as the world is the worse for the loss of him.
Those who were his enemies while he was living, (for no man lives
without,) his death has now made such friends to his memory, that
they acknowledge they cannot but in justice give him this character,
that he was one of the greatest scholars, the most correct dramatic
poet, and the best writer of heroic verse, that any age has produced
in England. And yet, to verify the old proverb, that poets, like
prophets, have little honour in their own countries, notwithstanding
his merits had justly entitled his corpse to the most magnificent and
solemn interment the beneficence of the greatest spirits could have
bestowed on him; yet, ’tis credibly reported, the ingratitude of the
age is such, that they had like to have let him pass in private to his
grave, without those funeral obsequies suitable to his greatness, had
it not been for that true British worthy, who, meeting with the
venerable remains of the neglected bard passing silently in a coach,
unregarded to his last home, ordered the corpse, by the consent of
his few friends that attended him, to be respited from so obscure an
interment, and most generously undertook, at his own expence, to
revive his worth in the minds of a forgetful people, by bestowing on
his peaceful dust a solemn funeral answerable to his merit; which
memorable action alone will eternalize his fame with the greatest
heroes, and add that lustre to his nobility, which time can never
tarnish, but will shine with equal glory in all ages, and in the very
teeth of envy bid defiance to oblivion. The management of the
funeral was left to Mr Russel, pursuant to the directions of that
honourable great man the lord Jefferies, concerned chiefly in the
pious undertaking.

“The first honour done to his deserving relics, was lodging them in
Physicians College, from whence they were appointed to take their
last remove. The constituted day for the celebration of that office,
which living heroes perform in respect to a dead worthy, was
Monday the 13th of May, in the afternoon; at which time, according
to the notice given, most of the nobility and gentry now in town
assembled themselves together at the noble edifice aforesaid, in
order to honour the corpse with their personal attendance. When
the company were met, a performance of grave music, adapted to
the solemn occasion, was communicated to the ears of the company,
by the hands of the best masters in England, whose artful touches
on their soft instruments diffused such harmonious influence
amongst the attentive auditory, that the most heroic spirits in the
whole assembly were unable to resist the passionate force of each
dissolving strain, but melted into tears for the loss of so elegant and
sweet a ravisher of human minds; and, notwithstanding their
undaunted bravery, which had oft scorned death in the field, yet
now, by music’s enchantment at the funeral of so great a poet, were
softened beneath their own natures, into a serious reflection on
mortality.

“When this part of the solemnity was ended, the famous Doctor G
——th ascended the pulpit where the physicians make their lectures,
and delivered, according to the Roman custom, a funeral oration in
Latin on his deceased friend, which he performed with great
approbation and applause of all such gentlemen that heard him, and
were true judges of the matter; most rhetorically setting forth those
elegies and encomiums which no poet hitherto, but the great
Dryden, could ever truly deserve. When these rites were over in the
College, the corpse, by bearers for that purpose, was handed into
the hearse, being adorned with plumes of black feathers, and the
sides hung round with the escutcheons of his ancestors, mixed with
that of his lady’s; the hearse drawn by six stately Flanders horses;
every thing being set off with the most useful ornaments to move
regard, and affect the memories of the numberless spectators, as a
means to encourage every sprightly genius to attempt something in
their lives that may once render their dust worthy of so public a
veneration. All things being put in due order for their movement,
they began their solemn procession towards Westminster Abbey,
after the following manner:

“The two beadles of the College marched first, in mourning cloaks

and hat-bands, with the heads of their staffs wrapt in black crape
scarfs, being followed by several other servile mourners, whose
business was to prepare the way, that the hearse might pass less
liable to interruption; next to these moved a concert of hautboys and
trumpets, playing and sounding together a melancholy funeral-
march, undoubtedly composed upon that particular occasion; (after
these, the undertaker with his hat off, dancing through the dirt like a
bear after a bagpipe. I beg the reader’s pardon for foisting in a jest
in so improper a place, but as he walked by himself within a
parenthesis, so I have here placed him, and hope none will be
offended;) then came the hearse, as before described, most
honourably attended with abundance of quality in their coaches and
six horses; that it may be justly reported to posterity, no ambassador
from the greatest emperor in all the universe, sent over with the
welcome embassy to the throne of England, ever made his public
entry to the court with half that honour as the corpse of the great
Dryden did its last exit to the grave. In this order the nobility and
gentry attended the hearse to Westminster Abbey, where the quire,
assisted with the best masters in England, sung an Epicedium; and
the last funeral rites being performed by one of the prebends, he
was honourably interred between Chaucer and Cowley; where,
according to report, will be erected a very stately monument, at the
expence of some of the nobility, in order to recommend his worth,
and to preserve his memory to all succeeding ages.”
 No. V.
MRS THOMAS’S LETTERS
CONCERNING

DRYDEN’S DEATH AND FUNERAL;

Extracted from Wilson’s Life of Congreve, 1730.

[As tales of wonder are generally acceptable to the public, I insert

these memorable Epistles, with the necessary caveat, that they
are full of every kind of blunder and inconsistency.]

“These Memoirs were communicated to me by a lady, now living,

with whom Mr Dryden corresponded under the name of Corinna,
and which name he himself gave her.

’Sir,

’Mr Dryden was son of ———— Dryden, of an ancient and good

family in Northamptonshire, by a sister of Sir Gilbert Pickering, Bart.
of the same county; who has a handsome monument at Tichmarsh,
erected in 1721, by the late widow Creed of Oundle, the daughter of
another sister of Sir Gilbert’s, and niece to the famous Earl of
Sandwich, who was killed in the Dutch war, 1667, being then
admiral. He married Lady Elizabeth Howard, (a celebrated beauty)
daughter to the old Earl of Berkshire, sister to Sir Robert Howard,
Colonel Philip Howard, and Mr Edward Howard: (who wrote “The
British Prince,” &c.;) she bore him three sons, Charles, John, and
Harry. He lived many years in a very good house in Gerrard street,
the 5th or 6th door on the left-hand from Newport-market. On the
19th of April, 1700, he said he had been very bad with the gout, and
an erysipelas in one leg; but he was then very well, and designed to
go soon abroad: but on the Friday following, he had eat a partridge
for his supper; and going to take a turn in the little garden behind
his house, was seized with a violent pain under the ball of the great-
toe of his right-foot, that, unable to stand, he cried out for help, and
was carried in by his servants; when, upon sending for surgeons,
they found a small black spot in the place affected: He submitted to
their present applications; and when gone, called his son Charles to
him, using these words, “I know,” says he, “this black spot is a
mortification; I know also, that it will seize my head, and that they
will cut off my leg: but I command you, my son, by your filial duty,
that you do not suffer me to be dismembered.” As he, too truly,
foretold, the event proved; and his son was too dutiful to disobey his
father’s commands. On the Wednesday morning following, being
May-day, 1700, under the most excruciating dolours, he died. Dr
Sprat, then bishop of Rochester, sent, on the Thursday, to Lady
Elizabeth, that he would make a present of the ground, which was
40l. with all the other abbey-fees, &c. to his deceased friend. Lord
Halifax sent also to my lady and Mr Charles, that if they would give
him leave to bury Mr Dryden, he would inter him with a gentleman’s
private funeral, and afterwards bestow 500l. on a monument in the
Abbey; which, as they had no reason to refuse, they accepted. On
the Saturday following the company came, the corpse was put into a
velvet hearse, and eighteen mourning coaches, filled with company,
attending. When, just before they began to move, Lord Jefferies,
with some of his rakish companions, coming by, in wine, asked,
whose funeral? and being told, “What!” cries he, “shall Dryden, the
greatest honour and ornament of the nation, be buried after this
private manner? No, gentlemen; let all that loved Mr Dryden, and
honour his memory, alight, and join with me in gaining my lady’s
consent, to let me have the honour of his interment, which shall be
after another manner than this, and I will bestow 1000l. on a
monument in the Abbey for him.” The gentlemen in the coaches not
knowing of the bishop of Rochester’s favour, nor of Lord Halifax’s
generous design, (these two noble spirits having, out of respect to
the family, enjoined Lady Elizabeth and her son to keep their favour
concealed to the world, and let it pass for her own expence, &c.),
readily came out of the coaches, and attended Lord Jefferies up to
the lady’s bed-side, who was then sick, He repeated the purport of
what he had before said; but she absolutely refusing, he fell on his
knees, vowing never to rise till his request was granted. The rest of
the company, by his desire, kneeled also; she being naturally of a
timorous disposition, and then under a sudden surprise, fainted
away. As soon as she recovered her speech, she cried, no, no.
Enough, gentlemen, replied he, (rising briskly,) my lady is very good;
she says, go, go. She repeated her former words with all her
strength, but, alas! in vain, her feeble voice was lost in their
acclamations of joy; and Lord Jefferies ordered the hearsemen to
carry the corpse to Russell’s, the undertaker, in Cheapside, and leave
it there, till he sent orders for the embalment, which, he added,
should be after the royal manner. His directions were obeyed, the
company dispersed, and Lady Elizabeth and Mr Charles remained
inconsolable. Next morning Mr Charles waited on Lord Halifax, &c. to
excuse his mother and self, by relating the real truth: but neither his
lordship, nor the bishop, would admit of any plea; especially the
latter, who had the Abbey lighted, the ground opened, the choir
attending, an anthem ready set, and himself waiting, for some
hours, without any corpse to bury, Russel, after three days
expectance of orders for embalment, without receiving any, waits on
Lord Jefferies, who, pretending ignorance of the matter, turned it off
with an ill-natured jest, saying, “Those who observed the orders of a
drunken frolic, deserved no better; that he remembered nothing at
all of it, and he might do what he pleased with the corpse.” On this
Mr Russell waits on Lady Elizabeth and Mr Dryden; but, alas! it was
not in their power to answer. The season was very hot, the deceased
had lived high and fast; and being corpulent, and abounding with
gross humours, grew very offensive. The undertaker, in short,
threatened to bring home the corpse, and set it before their door. It
cannot be easily imagined, what grief, shame, and confusion, seized
this unhappy family. They begged a day’s respite, which was
granted. Mr Charles wrote a very handsome letter to Lord Jefferies,
who returned it, with this cool answer, “He knew nothing of the
matter, and would be troubled no more about it.” He then addressed
the Lord Halifax and bishop of Rochester, who were both too justly,
though unhappily, incensed, to do any thing in it. In this extreme
distress, Dr Garth, a man who entirely loved Mr Dryden, and was
withal a man of generosity and great humanity, sends for the corpse
to the College of Physicians in Warwicklane, and proposed a funeral
by subscription, to which himself set a most noble example; Mr
Wycherley, and several others, among whom must not be forgotten,
Henry Cromwell, Esq. Captain Gibbons, and Mr Christopher Metcalfe,
Mr Dryden’s apothecary and intimate friend, (since a collegiate
physician,) who, with many others, contributed most largely to the
subscription; and at last a day, about three weeks after his decease,
was appointed for the interment at the Abbey. Dr Garth pronounced
a fine Latin oration over the corpse at the College; but the audience
being numerous, and the room large, it was requisite the orator
should be elevated, that he might be heard; but, as it unluckily
happened, there was nothing at hand but an old beer-barrel, which
the doctor, with much good-nature, mounted; and, in the midst of
his oration, beating time to the accent with his foot, the head broke
in, and his feet sunk to the bottom, which occasioned the malicious
report of his enemies, that he was turned a tub-preacher: However,
he finished the oration with a superior grace and genius, to the loud
acclamations of mirth, which inspired the mixed or rather mob-
auditors. The procession began to move, a numerous train of
coaches attended the hearse; but, good God! in what disorder, can
only be expressed by a sixpenny pamphlet, soon after published,
entitled, “Dryden’s Funeral.” At last the corpse arrived at the Abbey,
which was all unlighted. No organ played, no anthem sung; only two
of the singing boys preceded the corpse, who sung an ode of
Horace, with each a small candle in their hand. The butchers and
other mob broke in like a deluge, so that only about eight or ten
gentlemen could get admission, and those forced to cut the way
with their drawn swords. The coffin, in this disorder, was let down
into Chaucer’s grave, with as much confusion, and as little ceremony,
as was possible; every one glad to save themselves from the
gentlemen’s swords, or the clubs of the mob. When the funeral was
over, Mr Charles sent a challenge to Lord Jefferies, who refusing to
answer it, he sent several others, and went often himself, but could
neither get a letter delivered, nor admittance to speak to him; which
so justly incensed him, that he resolved, since his lordship refused to
answer him like a gentleman, he would watch an opportunity to
meet him, and fight off hand, though with all the rules of honour;
which his lordship hearing, left the town; and Mr Charles could never
have the satisfaction to meet him, though he sought it till his death
with the utmost application. This is the true state of the case, and
surely no reflection to the manes of this great man.

“Thus it is very plain, that his being buried by contribution, was

owing to a vile drunken frolic of the Lord Jefferies, as I have related.
Mr Dryden enjoyed himself in plenty, while he lived, and the
surplusage of his goods paid all his debts. After his decease, the
Lady Elizabeth, his widow, took a lesser house in Sherrard-street,
Golden-square, and had wherewithal to live frugally genteel, and
keep two servants, to the day of her death, by the means of a small
part of her fortune, which her relations had obliged Mr Dryden to
secure to her on marriage. This was 80l. per annum, and duly paid
at 20l. per quarter; so that, I can assure you, there was no want to
her dying-day. He had only three sons, and all provided for like
gentlemen. Mr Charles had served the Pontiff of Rome above nine
years, in an honourable and profitable post, as usher to the palace,
out of which he had an handsome stipend remitted by his brother
John, whom, by the pope’s favour, he left to officiate, while he came
to visit his father, who dying soon after his arrival, he returned no
more to Italy, but was unhappily drowned at Windsor in swimming
cross the river. Mr John died in his post at Rome, and Harry the
youngest was a religious; he had 30l. a year allowed by his college
in Flanders, besides a generous salary from his near relation the too
well-known Duchess of Norfolk, to whom he was domestic chaplain.
Behold the great wants of this deplorable family!
 I am, Sir,
Your’s, &c.
Corinna.

May 15, 1729.

P. S. ‘Mr Dryden was educated at Westminster school, under the

great Dr Bushby, being one of the king’s scholars upon the royal
foundation.’

’Sir,

’Upon recollection, I think it must have been that remarkably fine

gentleman, Pope Clement XI., to whom Mr Charles Dryden was
usher of the palace. His brother John died of a fever at Rome, not
many months after his father, and was buried there; whether before
the pope or after I cannot say; but the difference was not much. Mr
Charles, who was drowned at Windsor, 1704, was doubtless buried
there. Lady Elizabeth lived about eight years after her spouse, and
for five years of the time, without any memory, which she lost by a
fever in 1703; she was a melancholy object, and was, by her son
Harry, as I was told, carried into the country, where she died. What
country I never heard. I cannot certainly say where Mr Harry died,
or whether before his mother or after.

’Mr Dryden never had any wife but Lady Elizabeth, whatever may
have been reported.

’As he was a man of a versatile genius, he took great delight in

judicial astrology; though only by himself. There were some
incidents which proved his great skill, that were related to Lady
Chudleigh at the Bath, and which she desired me to ask Lady
Elizabeth about, as I after did; which she not only confirmed, by
telling me the exact matter of fact, but added another, which had
never been told to any; and which I can solemnly aver was some
years before it came to pass. I purposely omitted these Narratives in
the Memoirs of Mr Dryden, lest that this over-witty age, which so
much ridicules prescience, should think the worse of all the rest; but,
if you desire particulars, they shall be freely at your service.

I am, Sir,
Your’s, &c.
Corinna.

16th June, 1729.

The Narratives referred to in the foregoing Letter, viz.

’Notwithstanding Mr Dryden was a great master of that branch of

astronomy, called judicial astrology, there were very few, scarce any,
the most intimate of his friends, who knew of his amusements that
way, except his own family. In the year 1707, that deservedly
celebrated Lady Chudleigh being at the Bath, was told by the Lady
Elizabeth of a very surprising instance of this judgement on his
eldest son Charles’s horoscope. Lady Chudleigh, whose superior
genius rendered her as little credulous on the topic of prescience, as
she was on that of apparitions; yet withal was of so candid and
curious a disposition, that she neither credited an attested tale on
the quality or character of the relater, nor did she altogether despise
it, though told by the most ignorant: Her steady zeal for truth always
led her to search to the foundation, of it; and on that principle, at
her return to London, she spoke to a gentlewoman of her
acquaintance, that was well acquainted in Mr Dryden’s family, to ask
his widow about it; which she accordingly did. It is true, report has
added many incidents to matter of fact; but the real truth, taken
from Lady Elizabeth’s own mouth, is in these words:
‘When I was in labour of Charles, Mr Dryden being told it was decent
to withdraw, laid his watch on the table, begging one of the ladies,
then present, in a most solemn manner, to take an exact notice of
the very minute when the child was born: which she did, and
acquainted him therewith. This passed without any singular notice;
many fathers having had such a fancy, without any farther thought.
But about a week after, when I was pretty hearty, he comes into my
room; ‘My dear,’ says he, ‘you little think what I have been doing this
morning;’ “nor ever shall,” said I, “unless you will be so good to
inform me.” ‘Why, then,’ cried he, ‘I have been calculating this child’s
nativity, and in grief I speak it, he was born in an evil hour; Jupiter,
Venus, and the Sun, were all under the earth, and the lord of his
ascendant afflicted by a hateful square of Mars and Saturn. If he
lives to arrive at his eighth year, he will go near to die a violent
death on his very birth-day; but if he should escape, as I see but
small hopes, he will, in his twenty-third year, be under the very same
evil direction: and if he should, which seems almost impossible,
escape that also, the thirty-third or thirty-fourth year is, I fear’——I
interrupted him here, “O, Mr Dryden, what is this you tell me? my
blood runs cold at your fatal speech; recal it, I beseech you. Shall
my little angel, my Dryden boy, be doomed to so hard a fate? Poor
innocent, what hast thou done? No: I will fold thee in my arms, and
if thou must fall, we will both perish together.” A flood of tears put a
stop to my speech; and through Mr Dryden’s comfortable
persuasions, and the distance of time, I began to be a little
appeased, but always kept the fatal period in my mind. At last the
summer arrived, August was the inauspicious month in which my
dear son was to enter on his eighth year. The court being in
progress, and Mr Dryden at leisure, he was invited to my brother
Berkshire’s to keep the long vacation with him at Charleton in Wilts;
I was also invited to my uncle Mordaunt’s, to pass the remainder of
the summer at his country-seat. All this was well enough; but when
we came to dividing the children, I would have had him took John,
and let me have the care of Charles; because, as I told him, a man
might be engaged in company, but a woman could have no pretence
for not guarding of the evil hour. Poor Mr Dryden was in this too
absolute, and I as positive. In fine, we parted in anger; and, as a
husband always will be master, he took Charles, and I was forced to
be content with my son John. But when the fatal day approached,
such anguish of heart seized me, as none but a fond mother can
form any idea of. I watched the post; that failed: I wrote and wrote,
but no answer. Oh, my friend! judge what I endured, terrified with
dreams, tormented by my apprehensions. I abandoned myself to
despair, and remained inconsolable.

’The anxiety of my spirits occasioned such an effervescence of my

blood, as threw me into so violent a fever, that my life was despaired
of, when a letter came from my spouse, reproving my womanish
credulity, and assured me all was well, and the child in perfect
health; on which I mended daily, and recovered my wonted state of
ease, till about six weeks after the fatal day, I received an
eclaircissement from Mr Dryden, with a full account of the whole
truth, which belike he feared to acquaint me with till the danger was
over. It was this: In the month of August, being Charles’s
anniversary, it happened, that Lord Berkshire had made a general
hunting-match, to which were invited all the adjacent gentlemen; Mr
Dryden being at his house, and his brother-in-law, could not be
dispensed with from appearing.

’I have told you, that Mr Dryden, either through fear of being

thought superstitious, or thinking it a science beneath his study, was
extremely cautious in letting any one know that he was a dabbler in
astrology, therefore could not excuse his absence from the sport; but
he took care to set the boy a double exercise in the Latin tongue,
(which he taught his children himself,) with a strict charge not to stir
out of the room till his return, well knowing the task he had set him
would take up longer time. Poor Charles was all obedience, and sat
close to his duty, when, as ill fate ordained, the stag made towards
the house. The noise of the dogs, horns, &c. alarmed the family to
partake of the sport; and one of the servants coming down stairs,
the door being open, saw the child hard at his exercise without
being moved. ‘Master,’ cried the fellow, ‘why do you sit there? come
down, come down, and see the sport.’ ‘No,’ replied Charles, ’my papa
has forbid me, and I dare not.’ ‘Pish!’ quoth the clown, ‘vather shall
never know it;’ so takes the child by the hand, and leads him away;
when, just as they came to the gate, the stag, being at bay with the
dogs, cut a bold stroke, and leaped over the court-wall, which was
very low and very old, and the dogs following, threw down at once a
part of the wall ten yards in length, under which my dear child lay
buried. He was as soon as possible dug out; but, alas, how mangled!
his poor little head being crushed to a perfect mash. In this
miserable condition he continued above six weeks, without the least
hope of life. Through the Divine Providence he recovered, and in
process of time, having a most advantageous invitation to Rome,
from my uncle, Cardinal Howard, we sent over our two sons Charles
and John; (having, through the grace of God, been ourselves
admitted into the true Catholic faith;) they were received suitable to
the grandeur and generosity of his eminence, and Charles
immediately planted in a post of honour, as gentleman-usher to his
Holiness, in which he continued about nine years. But what
occasions me to mention this, is an allusion to my dear Mr Dryden’s
too fatal prediction. In his twenty-third year, being in perfect health,
he had attended some ladies of the palace, his Holiness’s nieces, as
it was his place, on a party of pleasure. His brother John and he
lodged together, at the top of an old round tower belonging to the
Vatican, (with a well staircase, much like the Monument,) when he
knew his brother Charles was returned, went up, thinking to find him
there, and to go to bed. But, alas! no brother was there: on which
he made a strict enquiry at all the places he used to frequent, but no
news, more than that he was seen by the centinel to go up the
staircase. On which he got an order for the door of the foundation of
the tower to be opened, where they found my poor unfortunate son
Charles mashed to a mummy, and weltering in his own blood. How
this happened, he gave no farther account, when he could speak,
than, that the heat of the day had been most excessive, and as he
came to the top of the tower, he found himself seized with a
megrim, or swimming in his head, and leaning against the iron rails,
it is to be supposed, tipped over, five stories deep. Under this
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