ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
S. Hughes, "To the Memory of Richard Cumberland, Esq. inscribed to his eldest Daughter, Lady Edward Bentinck, 1813" Imperial Magazine 4 (November 1822) 1025.
1765: Jack Frost
1765: William Kenrick
1774: Oliver Goldsmith
1778: Richard Tickell
1778: Frances Burney
1778: T. S.
1780: Thomas Davies
1781: Richard Brinsley Sheridan
1782: Rev. Thomas Stratford
1788: William Cowper
1789: John Williams
1798: Thomas James Mathias
1801: Alexander Thomson
1803: Robert Southey
1805 ca.: George Hardinge
1806: Francis Jeffrey
1811: S. H.
1811: C. T.
1812: George Hardinge
1812: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1813: S. Hughes
1816: John Neal
1818: Rev. William Beloe
1825 ca.: Henry Mackenzie
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1834: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1843: John Holland
1847: Horace Smith
1848: John Forster
1852: Mary Russell Mitford
1813: Richard Cumberland
Embalm'd in tears, that from affection flow,
The energetic eloquence of woe!
Beneath this stone, to hallow'd earth consign'd,
The mortal part reposes: — unconfin'd
The virtuous soul, flown to its native skies,
Views this low world with undesiring eyes:
Too early lost, though bless'd with length of days,
Thy genius blaz'd with undiminish'd rays!
Though silver honours did thy head adorn,
The hand of Time had spar'd thy august form;
It nought avails that we to talents pay
The homage due, — for thou art snatch'd away!
Ah! what avail the honours of thy line,
Or the bright virtues of such souls as thine?
Of what avail thy duteous offspring's care,
For thou wast borne upon the fun'ral bier;
No pow'r averts th' irrevocable doom,
The great, the good, are swallow'd by the tomb!
Does it avail that genius early shone
In thee, and Wisdom chose thee for her own?
Nurtur'd by her, thy talents were display'd,
To cherish virtue, and make vice afraid.
Was merit hidden in obscurity?
It 'scap'd not long thy penetrating eye;
The uninform'd from thee instruction gain'd,
The wise, of knowledge an increase obtain'd!
Thy bosom own'd religion's holy flame,
And genuine piety records thy name.
Ne'er can a grateful Muse omit to pay
To her lost friend the elegiac lay:
A pensive mourning muse cannot forbear
The frequent sigh, the sympathetic tear,
With those who still an honour'd parent mourn,
And bathe with filial dew his sacred urn.