To the Memory of a GENTLEMAN, who died on his Travels to ROME. Written in 1738. By the Rev. Dr. SHIPLEY. LANGTON, dear partner of my soul, Accept what pious passion meditates To grace thy fate. Sad memory And grateful love, and impotent regret Shall wake to paint thy gentle mind, Thy wise good-nature, friendship delicate In secret converse, native mirth And sprightly fancy; sweet artificer Of social pleasure; nor forgot The noble thirst of knowledge and fair fame That led thee far thro' foreign climes Inquisitive: but chief the pleasant banks Of Tiber, ever-honour'd stream, Detain'd thee visiting the last remains Of ancient art; fair forms exact. In sculpture, columns, and the mould'ring bulk Of theatres. In deep thought rapt Of old renown, thy mind survey'd the scenes Delighted, where the first of men Once dwelt, familiar: Scipio, virtuous chief, Stern Cato, and the patriot mind Of faithful Brutus, best philosopher. Well did the generous search employ Thy blooming years by virtue crown'd, tho' death Unseen oppress'd thee, far from home, A helpless stranger. No familiar voice, No pitying eye cheer'd thy last pangs. O worthy longest days! for thee shall flow The pious solitary tear, And thoughtful friendship sadden o'er thine urn.