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Updated: June 4, 2025
"Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother," for whom Ben Jonson wrote the celebrated epitaph. I am almost afraid to say it, but I never could admire the line, "Lies the subject of all verse," nor the idea of Time dropping his hour-glass and scythe to throw a dart at the fleshless figure of Death. This last image seems to me about the equivalent in mortuary poetry of Roubiliac's monument to Mrs.
J.T. Smith in 1829, 'and thence to the entrance-hall of the residence of his son, the Rev. Jonathan Tyers Barrett, D.D., of No. 14 Duke Street, Westminster. Mr. Henry Phillips, in his Musical and Personal Recollections , regrets that when Roubiliac's Handel 'was brought to the hammer, and sold by Mr.
Martin's Churchyard, 'under the window of the Bell Bagnio. His funeral was attended by the leading members of the Society of Artists, then meeting at the Academy in Peter's Court, St. Martin's Lane: the room they occupied, it may be noted, having been Roubiliac's first workshop. The artists following the funeral were: Mr. Roubiliac died poor; indeed, seriously in debt.
The artists were bound together by mutual convenience; their school, conferring no degrees, aiming at no distinction, was of equal advantage to all. It was strictly a private institution, in no way attracting to itself public notice or asking for aid from the public purse. Roubiliac's first workshop.
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