ge upon Providence:
But you whom every Muse and Grace adorn,
Whom I foresee to better fortune born,
Be kind to my remains, and oh defend
Against your Judgement your departed Friend!
Let not the insulting Foe my Fame pursue;
But shade those Lawrels which descend to You:
And take for Tribute what these Lines express;
You merit more, nor could my Love do less.

This is a very different manner of welcome to that of our own day.
In Shadwell, Higgons, Congreve, and the comic authors of their time,
when gentlemen meet they fall into each other's arms, with "Jack,
Jack, I must buss thee"; or, "'Fore George, Harry, I must kiss thee,
lad". And in a similar manner the poets saluted their brethren.
Literary gentlemen do not kiss now; I wonder if they love each other
better.

Steele calls Congreve "Great Sir" and "Great Author"; says
"Well-dressed barbarians knew his awful name", and addresses him as
if he were a prince; and speaks of _Pastora_ as one of the most
famous tragic compositions.

74 "To Addison himself we are bound by a sentiment as much like
affection as any sentiment can be which is inspired by one who has
been sleeping a hundred and twenty years in Westminster Abbey....
After full inquiry and impartial reflection we have long been
convinced that he deserved as much love and esteem as can justly be
claimed by any of our infirm and erring race."--MACAULAY.

"Many who praise virtue do no more than praise it. Yet it is
reasonable to believe that Addison's profession and practice were at
no great variance; since, amidst that storm of faction in which most
of his life was passed, though his station made him conspicuous, and
his activity made him formidable, the character given him by his
friends was never contradicted by his enemies. Of those with whom
interest or opinion united him, he had not only the esteem but the
kindness; and of others, whom the violence of opposition drove
against him, though he might lose the love, he retained the
reverence."--JOHNSON.

75 "Addison was perfect good company with intimates, and had something
more charming in his conversation than I ever knew in any other man;
but with any mixture of strangers, and sometimes only with one, he
seemed to preserve his dignit