language, Jebb attained as high an eminence as those ancient worthies.

The following verses by Bishop Jebb were sent to Mary Viscountess Bernard (now Countess of Bandon), on her marriage, March 13th, 1809, with a copy of Cowper's poems:

Lady, were Cowper's spirit here,

That sainted spirit sure would breathe
A fervent wish, a vow sincere,

And twine them with thy bridal wreath.

He would not of thy goodness tell,

For purest virtue courts the shade;
He would not on thy features dwell,

For Beauty's short-lived flower must fade.

No, Lady, cease thy modest fears,

More pleased his artless muse would feel

To consecrate the filial tears,

Which from thy trembling eyelids steal;

To cherish on this joyful day,

The glist'ning tribute of thy heart;

For years of mild maternal sway,

For cares that made thee what thou art.

There would he pray that white-robed Truth,

And purest Peace, and Joy serene,

Blest guardians of thy vernal youth,

May shield thee through life's various scene.

But Cowper lives in realms of light,

Where kindred seraphs ceaseless sing;

Far other hands this wreath unite,

Far other hands this offering bring.

Yet, Lady, wilt thou kindly deign

('Tis all the unpractised muse can give)

Accept this rudely warbled strain,

And let it, bound with Cowper's, live.

These volumes, too, I friendly ween,

May for their author's sake be prized;
When thy own heart shall match the scene,
By Wisdom's bard immortalised.

For sure thou lov'st domestic joys,
And hours of intimate delight,

And days retired from vulgar noise,

And converse bland that cheats the night.

For nearly the whole of the materials of the foregoing little memoir we are indebted to the "Athenæum" and the "Dublin Christian Examiner." The following character of this excellent man is from "The British Magazine: "

"The death of the Bishop of Limerick cannot be passed over in silence; yet nothing can be said which will do justice to him, or to the feelings of those who knew and loved him. The lofty, uncompromising, unswerving integrity which never trifled with principle in the veriest trifle, the noble contempt of every rule but the rule of right, the generous disdain of every thing like meanness in the guise of prudence, the free expenditure of money (looked on only as a means of doing good) on every thing which became a man, a gentleman, and a Christian bishop, the holiness of the life, the affectionate kindness of the heart, its warm, earnest, true piety, its thorough devotion to the cause of Christ's church, who can tell these things as they ought to be told? These, however, were things that belonged to his whole life. Graces of another character adorned that part of it which might seem to a common observer to be clouded and melancholy. Happy, indeed, may they account themselves who had the privilege of seeing how such a Christian can suffer. For four or five years, under a paralytic affection, so severe as to deprive him nearly of the use of one side, no one approached him who did not find him, not uncomplaining and patient merely, but cheerful, industrious, active for himself and others, never without a pen or a book in his hand, and so speaking that might fancy that the confinement and the employments to

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which his affliction condemned him were the natural and happy choice of his own free will. Who besides him, under such affliction, would have taught himself not only to write in the most exquisite and beautiful manner with the left hand, but to publish several volumes of his own, expressly for the service of the Gospel; and, never slow at the call of friendship or distress, to correct the manuscripts of friends, and to write the memoirs and publish the works of a deceased friend for the benefit of his family? It was a picture so peculiar, so beautiful, so impressive, that none who had the happiness of conversing with him for the last three or four years will ever lose their remembrance of it, or their admiration and wonder at the man. For him none can mourn. The righteous is taken from present evil, and from evil to come. His whole life had been a preparation for eternity. Happy is he that the struggle is over, and the warfare accomplished; the body released from suffering, and the patient, holy, heavenly spirit in that haven where it would be."

At a meeting held at the palace, Limerick, on the 5th day of July, 1834, for the purpose of considering the best means of perpetuating the memory of the late Bishop Jebb, the Hon. and Right Rev. the Lord Bishop of Limerick having been called to the chair, the following resolutions were agreed

"RESOLVED, That it is the wish of many persons, resident within the united diocese of Limerick, Ardfert, and Aghadoe, to mark, by some public and lasting memorial, their respect for the late lamented Bishop Jebb, who, by his learning, piety, and virtues, conferred lasting benefits not merely on this portion of the realm, but on the universal church of Christ.

"RESOLVED, That a committee be now appointed, with liberty to add to their number, whose duty it shall be to promote the erection of a monumental statue of the late Bishop, in the cathedral of Limerick, by inviting the co-operation of all the friends of religion and literature throughout the United Kingdom."

Since the Bishop's death two volumes octavo have appeared, under the title of "Thirty Years' Correspondence between John Jebb, Bishop of Limerick, and Alexander Knox, Esq." "A work," observes "The Gentleman's Magazine," "of singular interest, containing the correspondence of two persons united by the bonds of a long-tried and virtuous friendship, and rendered valuable from the learning and knowledge which it displays on subjects connected with religion, and with the opinions of theologians, the tenets of different churches, and the interpretation of Scripture. The name of Mr. Knox is one always to be mentioned with the honour due to a most sound divine, a zealous and conscientious churchman, a strong and powerful reasoner, an able writer, and a man of sincere piety. To pass an eulogy on Bishop Jebb would be quite superfluous; for he had won approbation from all who had known the guilelessness of his manner, the amiableness of his disposition, the elegance and variety of his attainments, and the kindness and care with which he administered the duties of his high and venerable office."

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No. X.

THE RIGHT HON.

ANDREW THOMAS BLAYNEY,

ELEVENTH BARON BLAYNEY OF MONAGHAN (1621), A LIEU

TENANT-GENERAL IN THE ARMY.

HIS Lordship was born Nov. 30th, 1770; and was the younger son of Cadwallader, the ninth Lord, by Sophia, daughter of Thomas Tipping, Esq.

He succeeded to the title on the death of his brother, on the 2d of April, 1784, and, in 1789, entered the army as an Ensign in the 32d regiment, which corps he joined at Gibraltar. He performed the various duties of subaltern in that garrison, and had the opportunity of forming his principles and future conduct, from the regiment being at that period remarkable for its excellent order, and perfect state of discipline. Lord Blayney embarked thence for the West Indies, and exchanged into the 41st regiment as Lieutenant, and afterwards obtained a company in the 38th, of which corps his father had been Colonel. In 1794 he obtained a Majority in the 89th, and accompanied Lord Moira's army in the expedition to Ostend. In the course of the rapid marches of that gallant little army Lord Blayney was frequently engaged; but the grand object of the expedition was at length effected, by forming a junction with the forces under the Duke of York. His Lordship served the whole of the campaigns in Flanders, and was frequently engaged, in the command either of his own regiment, or of a detachment. Upon one occasion the 8th and 12th British regiments were ordered, together with the 89th, to reinforce the Hesse d'Armstadt troops at Boxtel, near Bois-le-Duc. The enemy attacked