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on all the world, and majesterially censured the whole human race. When Alexander the Great visited him, he requested to know whether he could render him any sevice. "Yes," replied the cynic, by getting out of my sunshine." An expression which conveyed in concise terms the following import,-" Do not deprive me of the benefits of nature; and those of fortune I leave to you." The conqueror, -struck with the heroic spirit of independence in the philosopher, cried, "were I not Alexander, I would wish to be Diogenes." Our hero had a quick conception of things, and was excellent at repartee. Hence he was denominated by Plato, "The mad Socrates.' He died at Corinth, 324 years before Christ, aged about 76. But the time and manner of his death, is differently related. Some say he died of the overflowing of the gall, occasioned by his eating a neat's foot raw; others that he suffocated himself by holding his breath. Some affirm that he died of the bite of a dog; others that he threw himself down a precipice. Jereme supposes that he strangled himself, and his opinion is thought to be the true one.

DOGGET, (THOMAS) an actor and dramatic poet, formerly beloging to Drury Lane Theatre, where he became joint manager with Wilks and Cibber; in which situation he continued till 1712, when Booth being forced on them as a sharer in the management, he threw up his part in the property of the theatre in disgust, though supposed to have been worth upwards of a thousand pounds per annum. As a comedian he had great

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great merit, and his cotemporary, Cibber, informs us, that he had more originality and nature in his acting than any other performer of his time; he died in 1721. In his political principles he was a zealous whig; and so strictly was he attached to the interest of the House of Hanover, that he never let slip any occasion that presented itself of demonstrating his sentiments in that respect. One instance, among others, is well known. The year after George the 1st came to the throne, this performer gave a waterman's coat and silver badge to be rowed for, by six watermen, on the first day of August, being the anniversary of that king's accession to the throne; and, at his death, bequeathed a certain sum of money, the interest of which was to be appropriated annually for ever, to the purchase of a like coat and badge, to be rowed for in honor of the day: which ceremony is every year performed on the first of August; the candidates setting out at a signal given, at that time of the tide when the current is strongest against them, and rowing from the Old Swan near London Bridge, to the White Swan at Chelsea. Dogget wrote a comedy, which has not been performed in its ori ginal state for many years, called "The Coun try Wake," 1696. 4to. It has been altered however, into a ballad farce, which often makes its appearance, under the title of "Flora, or Hob in the Well."

DRAKE, (Sir FRANCIS) a celebrated English commander, who flourished in the reign of Eliza beth, was born at Tavistock, in Devonshire, and went to sea with his relation Sir John Hawkins.

Hawkins. In 1572 he made a successful wyage to the West Indies, after which he seved under Walter, Earl of Essex, in Ireland, were he distinguished himself much by his bravery. In consequence of which Sir Christopher Hitton introduced him to the queen, who granted him her protection. He then immortalized his tame by a voyage into the South Seas, through the Streights of Magellan; an expedition which had never been attempted before by any English navigator. He sailed from this country, December 13, 1577 and entered the harbour of Portsmouth on his return, November 3, 1580; performing thus a voyage round the globe in two years and about ten months. His fame was now very great; insomuch that queen Elizabeth honoured him with her company on board his ship: and, after dinner, conferred on him the additional honor of knighthood. In 1585, he sailed again for the West Indies, where his valour was displayed in the conquest of several places from the Spaniards, and he returned laden with wealth. In 1587 he commanded a fleet of 30 sail, with which he entered Cadiz, and destroyed upwards of 10,000 tons of shipping, which he called "burning the king of Spain's beard." In 1588 he commanded as vice-admiral under Lord Howard, and greatly assisted in the destruction of the Spanish Armada. His expeditions and victories over the Spaniards may have been equalled by modern admirals, but not his generosity; for he divided the booty he took, in just proportionable shares, with the common sailors; including even the wedges

vedges of gold given him in return for his presents to Indian chiefs. After having rendered the nost eminent services to his country, he died on board his own ship in the West Indies, off Nombre de Dios, in 1596. Plymouth had very particalar obligations to this gallant admiral, for, in 1587, he undertook to bring a supply of water ino it, for the want of which they had been very much distressed till that period. This was performed by conducting it thither from springs at the distance of about eight miles.

DUCK, (STEPHEN) an extraodinary person, who, from a thrasher became a poet, and after a reverend divine. Being originally taught barely to read and write, he was taken from school at about 14, and successively engaged in the several lowest employments of a country life; but by unwearied assiduity and application, he made himself a tolerable scholar, and more than an indifferent poet. Having from his infancy a predilection for poetry, he often amused himself in the composition of verses, and at length had the courage to venture his productions upon paper. Some of his performances falling into the hands of a lady of quality, who attended queen Caroline, she mentioned them to the queen as far superior to what could have been expected from an uninstructed bard. Caroline after perusing them, took him under her patronage, allowed him a pension of 30l. a year, and got him ordained. Mr. Duck was afterwards presented to the living of Byfleet in Surry, where he continued to write poems and sermons, and was much followed and admired as a preacher. But,

in a fit of melancholy, he threw himself into a trout stream, at the back of the Red-Lion Inn, near Reading, and was drowned. This catastrophe happened in May or June, 1756. A volume of his poems was printed, and dedicated to his royal mistress.

D'URFEY, (THOMAS) though generally spoken of by the most familiar name of Tom, was a facetious English poet, born at Exeter in 1628. He wrote plays and songs in great abundance, all of which are tinged with the licentiousness of the reign of king Charles the Second. He often resided with the Earl of Dorset, at Knole, where a painting of him is now to be seen. Here it may be necessary to remark that Tom's features were so much of the grotesque kind, that a transient glance of them provoked risibility. Of this Tom was convinced by the representation of his faithful mirror, and therefore he never would suffer his likeness to be taken when he was awake. His occasional songs, together with his natural vivacity and good humour, procured him the favour of persons of all ranks and conditions; and even of monarchs themselves. The author of the Guardian, who, in No. 67, has given a very humorous account of Mr. D'urfey, tells us that he remembered king Charles the second leaning upon Tom D'urfey's shoulder more than once, and humming over a song with him. Yet at last, to make use of his own language,-"After having written more odes than Horace, and about four times as many comedies as Terence, he found himself reduced to great difficulties by the importunities of a set of men, who of late years.

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