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Show So when Contagion with mephitic breath And wither' d Famine urged the work of death ; Marfeilles' good Bifhop, London's generous Mayor, 435 With food and faith, with medicine and with prayer, Raifed the weak head, and flayed the parting figh, Or with new life relumed the fwin1ming eye.- -And now, PHILANTROPY! thy rays divine Dart round the globe frotn Zembla to the Line ; 0' er each dark prifon plays the cheering light, Like northern luflres o'er the vault of night.- 440 _ Ma1jeilles' good Bijhop: 1. 435· In the year Ii20 and I 'j'22, the Plague made dreadful havock at Marfe1l lcs; at which time the Bifhop was indefatigable in the exeCt~ tion of his pafl:oral ofllce, vifiting, relieving, encouraging, and abfolving the fick wah extreme ten~ernefs; and though perpetually expo fed to the infection, Jike Sir John Lawrence, mentiOned below, they both are faid to have efcaped the difeafe. . London's generous Mayor. 1. 415· During the great Plague at London in the year r66s, S1r Joh~ Lawrence, the then Lord Mayor, continued the whole time in the city; heard complamts and redreffed them; enforced the wife(l: regulations then known, and faw them executed. The day aft~r t~1e. difeafe was known with certainty to be the Plague, above 4o,o~o fervant~ were ~1fmi1Ted, and turned into the fl:reets to perifh, for no one w?uld _rcce1ve thern mto the1r houfes; and the villages near London drove them away with pitch-forks and fire-arms. Sir John Lawrence fupported them all, as well as the ne~d! who were _fick, at firfl: by expending his own fortune, till fubfcriptions could be foli c tted and recetved from all parts of the nation. Journal of tbe Plague-ywr. Printed for E. Nutt, &c. at tht R, Exchange, 172.2.. r ss J From realm to realm, with crofs or crefcent crown' d, Where'er Mankind and Mifery are found1 o·) er burning fands, deep waves, or wilds of fnow' 445 Thy HowARD journeying feeks the houfe of woe. Down many a winding il:ep to dungeons dank, Where anguiih wails aloud, and fetters clank ; To caves beil:rew' d with many a 1nouldering bone, And cells, whofe echoes only learn to groan ; 450 Where no kind bars a whifpering friend difclofe, No funbeam enters, and no zephyr blows, HE treads, inemulous of fame or wealth, Profufe of toil, and prodigal of health,. With foft aifua:Gve eloquence expands 455 Power's rigid heart, and opes his clenching hands ; Leads il:ern-ey' d J uil:ice to the dark domains, If not to fever, to relax the chains; Or guides awaken' d Mercy through the glbom,. And !hews the prifon, fifier to the tomb!-- 46o Gives to her babes the [elf-devoted wife, To her fond huiband liberty and life!- |