in 1768, unquestionably prove, to the advance of the Jacobite cause in the Highlands. His last years were much imbittered by the death of his favourite daughter, Mrs. Morice, the voluntary companion of his exile, who expired in his arms, in 1729. He had three other children by his wife, (who died in 1722,) of whom, only one, Osborn, Rector of Oxhill, in Warwickshire, survived him. His own death occurred in the month of February, 1731, and his remains were permitted to be brought to this country, and privately interred in Westminster abbey.

Although remarkably turbulent, aspiring, and contentious, Bishop Atterbury succeeded in obtaining a high character for moderation and humility, from many of his contemporaries, by an affected suavity of deportment, and a hypocritical mildness of expression. Few prelates have evinced a more intemperate spirit of partizanship, or a greater share of daring ambition. He was hostile to civil and religious liberty, from political, rather than conscientious motives; passive obedience, and non-resistance, being among the chief tenets of the party, to which he had deemed it most prudent to attach himself. Early in life, according to a statement made by his friend, Pope, to Lord Chesterfield, he was a sceptic with regard to revealed religion; from which, however, it is added, he derived his chief consolation during his adversity. It would be absurd to deny him the possession of considerable talent: he was an effective preacher, and an admirable parliamentary orator; yet, he enjoys more celebrity as an author than he appears to deserve. This may be attributed to his intimacy with the literary aristocrats of his day, who, influenced by friendship, or party prejudices, ascribed to his writings a degree of excellence, which they do not, in reality, possess. His controversial productions are brilliant, but shallow; his criticisms evince more taste and fancy than erudition; and his translations from Horace have, as it is now generally ad

mitted, obtained greater praise than they merit. His sermons, however, it must be confessed, are clear forcible, and, though never sublime, occasionally eloquent and pathetic; and his letters, on which his fame, as a writer, must principally depend, are superior even to those of Pope: but the great delight which a perusal of them would otherwise afford, is marred, by a conviction, in the minds of those who are acquainted with the circumstances of his career, that no dependence can be placed on his sincerity. Atterbury," says Horace Walpole "was nothing more nor less than a Jacobite priest: his writings were extolled by that faction; but his letter on Clarendon's history is truly excellent." He appears to have married from motives of interest, and his elder brother, Lewis, rector of Shepperton and Hornsey, in Middlesex, a plain and benevolent divine, is said to have had reason to complain of his neglect.

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