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This is the substance of what he either writ or extracted from his papers in the interval between the loss of his speech and the return of his fit, which happened exactly at the time he had computed.
Upon the approach of his fit, he made signs to be put to bed, which was no sooner done but he was seized with extreme agonies, which he bore up under with the greatest steadfastness, and after a severe conflict, that lasted near eight hours, he expired.
Thus lived and thus died this extraordinary person; a person, though of mean extraction and obscure life, yet when his character comes to be fully and truly known, it will be read with pleasure, profit, and admiration.
His perfections at large would be the work of a volume, and inconsistent with the intention of these papers. I will, therefore, only add, for a conclusion, that he was a man of uncommon thought and judgment, and always kept his appet.i.tes and inclinations within their just limits.
His reason was strong and manly, his understanding sound and active, and his temper so easy, equal, and complaisant, that he never fell out, either with men or accidents. He bore all things with the highest affability, and computed justly upon their value and consequence, and then applied them to their proper uses.
A LETTER FROM OXFORD
Sir,
Being informed that you speedily intend to publish some memoirs relating to our dumb countryman, d.i.c.kory 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 d.i.c.kORY 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.
EPITAPH
The occasion of this epitaph was briefly thus:--A gentleman, who had heard much in commendation of this dumb man, going accidentally to the churchyard where he was buried, and finding his grave without a tombstone, or any manner of memorandum of his death, he pulled out his pencil, and writ as follows:--
PAUPER UBIQUE JACET.
Near to this lonely unfrequented place, Mixed with the common dust, neglected lies The man that every muse should strive to grace, And all the world should for his virtue prize.
Stop, gentle pa.s.senger, and drop a tear, Truth, justice, wisdom, all lie buried here.
What, though he wants a monumental stone, The common pomp of every fool or knave, Those virtues which through all his actions shone Proclaim his worth, and praise him in the grave.
His merits will a bright example give, Which shall both time and envy too outlive.
Oh, had I power but equal to my mind, A decent tomb should soon this place adorn, With this inscription: Lo, here lies confined A wondrous man, although obscurely born; A man, though dumb, yet he was nature's care, Who marked him out her own philosopher.
