was the son of a reputable tradesman of St. Olave’s in Southwark, and was born there May 12, 1692; was educated at a private grammar school with his intimate and ingenious friend Mr. Henry Needler.  He made a considerable progress in classical learning, and had a poetical genius.  He served an apprenticeship to Mr. Arthur Bettesworth, Bookseller in London, and afterwards followed that business himself near thirty years, under the Royal Exchange, with reputation and credit, having the esteem and friendship of many eminent merchants and gentlemen.  In 1718 he married Jane, one of the daughters of Mr. William Leigh, an eminent citizen.  Mrs. Hinchliffe was sister of William Leigh, esq; one of his Majesty’s justices of the peace for the county of Surry, and of the revd.  Thomas Leigh, late rector of Heyford in Oxfordshire, by whom he had two sons and three daughters, of which only one son and one daughter are now living.  He died September 20, 1742, and was buried in the parish church of St. Margaret’s Lothbury, London.

In 1714 he had the honour to present an Ode to King George I. on his Arrival at Greenwich, which is printed in a Collection of Poems, Amorous, Moral, and Divine, which he published in octavo, 1718, and dedicated them to his friend Mr. Needler.

He published a History of the Rebellion of 1715, and dedicated it to the late Duke of Argyle.

He made himself master of the French tongue by his own application and study; and in 1734 published a Translation of Boulainvillers’s Life of Mahomet, which is well esteemed, and dedicated it to his intimate and worthy friend Mr. William Duncombe, Esq;

He was concerned, with others, in the publishing several other ingenious performances, and has left behind him in manuscript, a Translation of the nine first Books of Telemachus in blank Verse, which cost him great labour, but he did not live to finish the remainder.

He is the author of a volume of poems in 8vo, many of which are written with a true poetical spirit.

The INVITATION.

1.

O come Lavinia, lovely maid,
  Said Dion, stretch’d at ease,
Beneath the walnut’s fragrant shade,
A sweet retreat! by nature made
  With elegance to please.

2.

O leave the court’s deceitful glare,
  Loath’d pageantry and pride,
Come taste our solid pleasures here. 
Which angels need not blush to share,
  And with bless’d men divide.

3.

What raptures were it in these bow’rs,
  Fair virgin, chaste, and wise,
With thee to lose the learned hours,
And note the beauties in these flowers,
  Conceal’d from vulgar eyes.

4.

For thee my gaudy garden blooms,
  And richly colour’d glows;
Above the pomp of royal rooms,
Or purpled works of Persian looms,
  Proud palaces disclose.

5.

Haste, nymph, nor let me sigh in vain,
  Each grace attends on thee;
Exalt my bliss, and point my strain,
For love and truth are of thy train,
  Content and harmony.