Pope seems to have been dazzled by the amazing vivacity of the man, and has left a curious description of his last days.

Pope found him on the eve of the voyage in which he died, sick of an agonizing disease, crying out for pain at night, fainting away twice in the morning, lying like a dead man for a time, and in the intervals of pain giving a dinner to ten people, laughing, talking, declaiming against the corruption of the times, giving directions to his workmen, and insisting upon going to sea in a yacht without preparations for landing anywhere in particular.

Pope seems to have been specially attracted by such men, with intellects as restless as his own, but with infinitely more vitality to stand the consequent wear and tear.
We should be better pleased if we could restore a vivid image of the inner circle upon which his happiness most intimately depended.

In one relation of life Pope's conduct was not only blameless, but thoroughly loveable.

He was, it is plain, the best of sons.