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Addison, Joseph (the English Atticus)

Born: 1672 AD
Died: 1719 AD, at 47 years of age.

Nationality: English
Categories: Dramatist, Essayists, Poets


1672 - Born on the 1st of May in Milston, Wiltshire.

1693 - He addressed a poem to John Dryden the former Poet Laureate.

1694 - His first major work, a book about the lives of English poets, was published.

1699 - He received a pension of £300 to enable him to travel widely in Europe the continent.

1702 - He heard of the death of William III, an event which lost him his pension.

1704 - He was commissioned to write and produce a poem "The Campaign".

1705 - He was appointed Under-Secretary of State and accompanied Halifax on a mission to Hanover.

1708 - He became MP for Malmesbury in his home county of Wiltshire.

        - He was appointed as Chief Secretary for Ireland and Keeper of the Records of that country.

1712 - He wrote his most famous work of fiction, a play entitled Cato, a Tragedy.

1716 - He married the Dowager Countess of Warwick.

1717 - He served Secretary of State for the Southern Department for one year.

1718 - He was forced to resign as secretary of state because of his poor health.

1719 - He remained an MP until his death at Holland House on the 17th of June, in his 48th year, and was

                buried in Westminster Abbey.


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