land to espy the frogs, and such other vermin, as were never seen in that land since the time of that confessor.'
Pope to * * *.1718.
This awakens the memory of some of those who have made a part in all these. Poor Parnelle! Garth, Rowe! you justly reprove me for not speaking of the death of the last. Parnelle was too much in my mind, to whose memory I am erecting the best monument I can. What he gave me to publish was but a small part of what he left behind him; but it was the best, and I will not make it worse by enlarging it. I'd fain know if he be buried at Chester or Dublin, and what care has been, or is to be taken for his monument, &c.
From Dr. Arbuthnot.1714.
Martin's (i.e. Martinus Scriblerus) office is now the second door on the left hand in Dove Street, where he will be glad to see Dr. Parnelle, Mr. Pope and his old friends, to whom he can still afford half a pint of claret.
Having now mentioned the facts which have come down to us, relating to Parnell's life, and which were chiefly obtained by the inquiries and researches of Goldsmith;[1] I shall pass on to a short consideration of his poems. His biographer, whose
- ↑ Goldsmith was indebted for his information to Sir Joh. Parnell, the nephew of the poet, to Mr. and Mrs. Rogers his relations, and to his good friend, Mr. George Steevens.
