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chester school, then at Oxford, and after upon so many remarkable parts and passages in Christendom, - that circle of his life was by death thus closed up and completed, in the seventysecond year of his age, at Eton college, where, according to his will he now lies buried, with his motto on a plain grave-stone over him: dying worthy of his name and family; worthy of the love and favor of so many princes and persons of eminent wisdom and learning; worthy of the trust committed unto him for the service of his prince and country.

And all readers are requested to believe, that he was worthy of a more worthy pen to have preserved his memory and commended his merits to the imitation of posterity.






WHAT shall we say, since silent now is he, Who when he spoke, all things would silent be;

Who had so many languages in store,

That only Fame should speak of him in more.



Whom England now no more returned must see ;
He's gone to heaven on his fourth embassy.
On earth he travelled often, not to say
He'd been abroad to pass loose time away;
For in whatever land he chanced to come,
He read the men and manners; bringing home
Their wisdom, learning, and their piety,
As if he went to conquer, not to see.
So well he understood the most and best
Of tongues that Babel sent into the West;
Spoke them so truly, that he had (you'd swear)
Not only lived but been born every where.
Justly each nation's speech to him was known;
Who for the world was made, not us alone.
Nor ought the language of that man be less,
Who in his breast had all things to express :
We say that learning 's endless, and blame Fate
For not allowing life a longer date.

He did the utmost bounds of knowledge find,
And found them not so large as was his mind;
But, like the brave Pellean youth, did moan,
Because that art had no more worlds than one.
And when he saw that he through all had past,
He died lest he should idle grow at last.




Page xiv. Sir Henry Wotton.

"My next and last example shall be that undervaluer of money, the late Provost of Eton College, Sir Henry Wotton, a man with whom I have often fished and conversed; a man, whose foreign employments in the service of this nation, and whose experience, learning, wit, and cheerfulness, made his company to be esteemed one of the delights of mankind." (Complete Angler. P. I. Ch. I.)

In Sir Henry Wotton's verses, written by him as he sat fishing on the bank of a river, he probably alludes to Walton himself, who often accompanied him in his innocent amusement:

"There stood my friend with patient skill,
Attending of his trembling quill.”

That this amiable and excellent person set a high value on the conversation of his humble friend, appears from the following letter:

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