Dr. Trapp is author of a tragedy called Abramule, or Love and Empire, acted at the New Theatre at Lincoln’s-Inn-Fields, 1704, dedicated to the Right Honourable the Lady Harriot Godolphin.  Scene Constantinople.  The story is built upon the dethronement of Mahomet IV.

Our author has likewise written a piece called The Church of England Defended against the False Reasoning of the Church of Rome.  Several occasional poems were written by him in English; and there is one Latin poem of his in the Musae Anglicanae.  He has translated the Paradise Lost into Latin Verse, with little success, and, as he published it at his own risk, he was a considerable loser.  The capital blemish of that work, is, the unharmonious versification, which gives perpetual offence to the ear, neither is the language universally pure.

He died in the month of November 1747, and left behind him the character of a pathetic and instructive preacher, a profound scholar, a discerning critic, a benevolent gentleman, and a pious Christian.

We shall conclude the life of Dr. Trapp with the following verses of Mr. Layng, which are expressive of the Dr’s. character as a critic and a poet.  The author, after applauding Dryden’s version, proceeds thus in favour of Trapp.

  Behind we see a younger bard arise,
  No vulgar rival in the grand emprize. 
  Hail! learned Trapp! upon whose brow we find
  The poet’s bays, and critic’s ivy join’d. 
  Blest saint! to all that’s virtuous ever dear,
  Thy recent fate demands a friendly tear. 
  None was more vers’d in all the Roman store,
  Or the wide circle of the Grecian lore,
  Less happy, from the world recluse too long,
  In all the sweeter ornaments of song;
  Intent to teach, too careless how to please,
  He boasts in strength, whate’er he wants in ease.

FOOTNOTE

[1] By his last Will he ordered a copy of that book to be given to each
    of his parishioners, that when he could no longer speak to them from
    the pulpit, he might endeavour to instruct them in his writings.

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MR. SAMUEL BOYSE.

This Poet was the son of the Revd.  Mr. Joseph Boyse, a Dissenting minister of great eminence in Dublin.  Our author’s father was a person so much respected by those immediately under his ministerial care, and whoever else had the happiness of his acquaintance, that people of all denominations united in esteeming him, not only for his learning and abilities, but his extensive humanity and undisembled piety.