Sir, Being informed that you speedily intend to publish some memoirs relating to our dumb countryman, Dickory Cronke, I send you herewith a few lines, in the nature of an elegy, which I leave you to dispose of as you think fit. I knew and admired the man; and if I were capable, his character should be the first thing I would attempt.

Yours. &c.

AN ELEGY, IN MEMORY OF DICKORY CRONKE, THE DUMB PHILOSOPHER.

Vitiis nemo sine nascitur; optimus ille est, Qui minimus urgetur.--HORACE.

If virtuous actions emulation raise, Then this good man deserves immortal praise.

When nature such extensive wisdom lent, She sure designed him for our precedent.

Such great endowments in a man unknown, Declare the blessings were not all his own;

But rather granted for a time to show What the wise hand of Providence can do.

In him we may a bright example see Of nature, justice, and morality;

A mind not subject to the frowns of fate, But calm and easy in a servile state.

He always kept a guard upon his will And feared no harm because he knew no ill.

A decent posture and an humble mien, In every action of his life were seen.

Through all the different stages that he went, He still appeared both wise and diligent:

Firm to his word, and punctual to his trust, Sagacious, frugal, arable, and just.

No gainful views his bounded hopes could sway, No wanton thought led his chaste soul astray.

In short, his thoughts and actions both declare, Nature designed him her philosopher;

That all mankind, by his example taught, Might learn to live, and manage every thought.

Oh! could my muse the wondrous subject grace, And, from his youth, his virtuous actions trace;

Could I in just and equal numbers tell How well he lived, and how devoutly fell, I boldly might your strict attention claim, And bid you learn, and copy out the man.

J. P.

Exeter College, August 25th, 1719.