ax died in the 54th year of his age, on the 19th of May 1715,
and on the 26th of the same month, was interred in general Monk's vault
in Westminster-Abbey: leaving no issue, his titles devolved on his
nephew, George late earl of Hallifax.--Considered as a poet, his
lordship makes a less considerable figure than the earl of Dorset; there
is a languor in his verses, which seems to indicate that he was not born
with a poetical genius. That he was a lover of the muses, there is not
the lead doubt, as we find him patronizing the poets so warmly; but
there is some difference between a propensity to poetry, and a power of
excelling in it. His lordship has writ but few things, and those not of
the utmost consequence.

Among others are the following, printed in Tonsen's Minor Poets.

1. Verses On the death of Charles the IId.

2. An Ode on the Marriage of the Princess Anne, and Prince George of
Denmark.

3. The Man of Honour, occasioned by a Postscript to Penn's Letter.

4. An Epistle to Charles earl of Dorset; occasioned by King William's
Victory in Ireland.

5. Verses written for the toasting Glasses of the Kit-Cat-Club, 1703;
which consisted of persons of the first fashion, who were in the
interest of the house of Hanover. These Verses are by far the
compleatest of lord Hallifax's, and, indeed, genteel compliments to the
radiant beauties, who were the chief toasts amongst the Whigs. I shall
here present the reader with them.

DUCHESS of BEAUFORT.

Offspring of a tuneful fire,
Blest with more than mortal sire:
Likeness of a mother's face,
Blest with more than mortal grace:
You with double charms surprize,
With his wit, and with her eyes.

LADY MARY CHURCHILL.

Fairest, latest of the beauteous race,
Blest with your parents wit, and her first blooming
face;
Born with our liberties in William's reign,
Your eyes alone that liberty restrain.

DUCHESS of RICHMOND.

Of two fair Richmonds diff'rent ages boast,
Their's was the first, and our's the brighter
toast;
Th' adorers offspring prove who's most divine,
They sacrific'd in water, we in wine.

LADY SUNDERLAND.

All nature's charms in Sunderland appear,
Bright as her eyes, and as her reason clear;
Yet still their force, to men not safely known,
Seems undiscover'd to herself alone.

MADAMOISELLE SPANHEIME.

Admir'd in Germany, ador'd in France,
Your charms to brighter glory, here advance;
Th