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cl on his way to Nagpore, charged with an important mission, when he died of fever, in 1778, in Orissa, where he was buried, and Warren Hastings caused a monument to be erected over his grave. He touchingly alluded to his young friend in a fine paraphrase of Horace’s Ode xvi. lib. 2 (Otium Divos), which he wrote on his way home from Bengal in 1785: “An early death was Elliot’s doom. I saw his opening virtues bloom, And manly sense unfold; Too soon to fade! I bade the stone Record his name midst hordes unknown, Unknowing what it told.”

Bogle wrote: “I cannot pass over the name of poor Elliot without a heavy heart. I never had, I never can have, so strong an esteem—I should say veneration—for anyone as I had for him, and I was happy beyond everybody in his friendship. I had not a thought that I concealed from him. He had none that he concealed from me. But, alas! he is gone for ever.” In three short years the friend who wrote these lines was to follow young Elliot to the grave.