assures us " there is nothing spoken of her, which she was not equal to, if not superior ;" and his proof is as wise as his assertion, for, says he, " if there had not been more true history in her praises than compliment, her father would never have suffered them to pass the press." She was maid of honour to the Duchess of York, and died of the small- pox, in 1685, in the twenty-fifth year of her age. 1
Her poems 2 were published after her death, in a thin quarto, with a print of her, taken from her portrait drawn by herself, which, with the leaves of the authors I have quoted, is in a much better style than her poetry, and evidently in the manner of Sir Peter Lely. She drew the pictures of James II. and of her mistress, Mary of Modena; some pieces of still-life and of history; three of the latter she has recorded in her own poems, St. John in the wilderness, Herodias, with the head of that saint, and two of Diana's nymphs. At Admiral Killigrew's sale, 1727, were the following pieces by her hand :—Venus and Adonis ; a Satyr playing on a pipe; Judith and Holofernes; a Woman's head; the Graces dressing Venus; and her own portrait. " These pictures," says Vertue, " I saw, but can say little.'
She was buried in the chapel of the Savoy, where is a monument to her memory, with a Latin epitaph, which, with the translation, may be seen prefixed to her poems, and in Ballard's Memoirs of Learned Ladies, p. 340.
a Dutch painter of history and portraits. Mr. Elsum, of the Temple, whose tracts on painting I have mentioned,____________________
The Editor does not recollect any verses upon royal portraits equally encomiastic. There is a delicate compliment to the fair paintress, in the second line ; in the other case the poet laureate was merely doing his duty.—D.
"Our Phoenix Queen was portray'd too—so bright,
Beauty alone could beauty take so right,
Before, a train of heroines was seen ;
In beauty foremost, as in rank, a Queen."