...uttered, with an energy of voice K expressed the most fervent devotion, two lines of his own version of My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end; He died in 1684 '» an<^ was buried with great pomp in Westminster-Abbey. HB poetical character is...

...and serpents hiss. Promote me to tliv seat of bliss ! * . • Prostrate, my contrite heart I bend ; My God, my Father, and my Friend, • • , Do not forsake me in the cad. •. Well rhay they curie their second breath, Who rise to a reviving death. Thou great Creator...

...to his life in 1684. At the moment of expiring he repeated with great energy two lines out of his " Dies Irae," My God, my father, and my friend, Do not forsake me at my end ! The productions by which he obtained celebrity in his age, and which still form a part...

...he was constrained to utter, with an energy of voice, that expressed the most ardent deTotion— " My GOD, my FATHER, and my FRIEND, " Do not forsake me in the end !" Something like the case of BUCKINGHAM and ROSCOMMON, likewisr, was the last scene of JOHN...

...energy of voice that expressed the most fervent devotion, two lines of his own version of Dies Ira : My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end. He died in 1684; and was buried with great pomp in Westminster-Abbey. His poetical character is given...

...Wreath, that dreadful .day, unb (l«(> mit ben Sooïten flue tbm: Prostrate, my contrite heart I rend, My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my End. Unfer Seutfäe« gteb: <Ee Ш 9е«>«И«Ф «и ber geit, lit «ne ««йфйОтипз btefeé ®ef<mgeí....

...flames devour, and serpents hiss, Promote me to thy seat of bliss. Prostrate, my contrite heart I rend, My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end. Well may they curse their second birth, Who rise to a surviving death. Thou great creator of mankind,...

...the pale offender rise. "3 3 Thou 3 Thou great Creator of mankind ! Let guilty man compassion find : My GOD, my father, and my friend ! Do not forsake me in my end. 4 O save me from the dark abyss, And raise me to the world of bliss ; Give my exalted soul a place...

...and serpents hiss, Promote me to thy seat of bliss. XVII. Prostrate my contrite heart I rend, My GQDI my FATHER ! and my FRIEND! Do not forsake me in my end. XVIII. Well may they curse their second breath, Who rise to a reviving death ; THOU! great CREATOR...

...in May, 1795: the expiring words of the late Lord Roscommon, who died in Italy, forms his epitaph : My God, my father, and my friend, Do not forsake me in the end. The rich living of Somersliam is annexed to the Regins Pro-' fessorship of Divinity at Cambridge,...