It was the dying advice of the great and good Kitwarden, that no man should suffer on any account, not even on account of his own murder, without a fair trial; words which ought to be engraven on his tomb-stone in letters of gold, and which deserve to be transmitted to posterity, as the motto of the family to which he was so great an honour and so bright an ornament. When arrested by ruffians, and expiring under the repeated wounds of assassins, he raised the last efforts of exhausted nature to bequeath to his country a legacy which will ever be remembered with gratitude. Who hears the name but must lament that the star which shone conspicuous in the legal hemisphere, and the dawn of whose early coruscation promised a full blaze of meridian splendour, is, alas! set for ever ? And if I may be allowed to mix my private griefs with the public sorrow, suffer me to lament that I have lost the friend of my youth, the companion of my maturer years, my fellow labourer in the fields of science, and my coadjutor in the administration of justice.
Barky, Viscount Avonmore.
ON THE LOSS OF H.M.S. SALDANAII.
" Britannia rules the waves 1" Heardst thou that dreadful roar? Hark! 'tis bellowed from the caves Where Lough-Swilly's billow raves, And three hundred British graves Taint the shore.
