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THE DUNCIAD VARIORVM

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THE DUNCIAD. With NOTES VARIORUM, AND THE PROLEGOMENA OF SCRIBLERUS.

Written in the Year, 1727.

LONDON: Printed for LAWTON GILLIVER in Fleetſtreet.

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PIECES contained in this BOOK.
  • THE PUBLISHER'S ADVERTISEMENT.
  • A LETTER to the Publiſher, occaſioned by the preſent Edition of the DUNCIAD.
  • The Prolegomena of MARTINUS SCRIBLERUS.
  • A DISSERTATION of the POEM.
  • TESTIMONIES of AUTHORS concerning our Poet and his Works.
  • The DUNCIAD, in three Books.
  • NOTES VARIORUM: Being the Scholia of the learned M. SCRIBLERUS and Others, with the Adverſaria of JOHN DENNIS, LEWIS THEOBALD, EDMUND CURL, the JOURNALISTS, &c.
  • INDEX of PERSONS celebrated in this Poem.
  • INDEX of THINGS (including Authors) to be found in the Notes.
  • APPENDIX.

ADVERTISEMENT.

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IT will be ſufficient to ſay of this Edition, that the reader has here a much more correct and compleat copy of the DUNCIAD, than has hitherto appear'd: I cannot anſwer but ſome miſtakes may have ſlipt into it, but a vaſt number of others will be prevented, by the Names being now not only ſet at length, but juſtified by the authorities and reaſons given. I make no doubt, the Author's own motive to uſe real rather than feign'd names, was his care to preſerve the Innocent from any falſe Applications; whereas in the former editions which had no more than the Initial letters, he was made, by Keys printed here, to hurt the inoffenſive; and (what was worſe) to abuſe his friends, by an impreſſion at Dublin.

The Commentary which attends this Poem was ſent me from ſeveral hands, and conſequently muſt be unequally written; yet will have one advantage over moſt Commentaries, that it is not made upon Conjectures, or at a remote diſtance of Time: and the reader cannot but derive one pleaſure from the very Obſcurity of the perſons it treats of, that it partakes of the nature of a Secret, which moſt people love to [6] be let into, tho' the Men or the Things be ever ſo inconſiderable or trivial.

Of the Perſons it was judg'd proper to give ſome account: for ſince it is only in this Monument that they muſt expect to ſurvive (and here ſurvive they will, as long as the Engliſh tongue ſhall remain ſuch as it was in the reigns of Queen ANNE and King GEORGE,) it ſeem'd but humanity to beſtow a word or two upon each, juſt to tell what he was, what he writ, when he liv'd, and when he dy'd.

If a word or two more are added upon the chief Offenders; 'tis only as a paper pinn'd upon the breaſt, to mark the Enormities for which they ſuffer'd; leſt the Correction only ſhould be remember'd, and the Crime forgotten.

In ſome Articles, it was thought ſufficient barely to tranſcribe from Jacob, Curl, and other writers of their own rank, who were much better acquainted with them than any of the Authors of this Comment can pretend to be. Moſt of them had drawn each other's Characters on certain occaſions; but the few here inſerted are all that could be ſaved from the general deſtruction of ſuch works.

Of the part of Scriblerus I need ſay nothing: his Manner is well enough known, and approv'd by all but thoſe who are too much concern'd to be Judges.

[7] The Imitations of the Ancients are added, to gratify thoſe who either never read, or may have forgotten them; together with ſome of the Parodies and Alluſions to the moſt excellent of the Moderns. If from the frequency of the former any man think the Poem too much a Cento; our Poet will but appear to have done the ſame thing in jeſt which Boileau did in earneſt; and upon which Vida, Fracaſtorius, and many of the moſt eminent Latin Poets, profeſſedly valued themſelves.

A LETTER TO THE PUBLISHER, Occaſioned by the firſt correct EDITION of the DUNCIAD.

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IT is with pleaſure I hear that you have procured a correct Copy of the DUNCIAD, which the many ſurreptitious ones have rendered ſo neceſſary; and it is yet with more, that I am informed it will be attended with a COMMENTARY: a Work ſo requiſite, that I cannot think the Author himſelf would have omitted it, had he approv'd of the firſt Appearance of this Poem.

[9] Such Notes as have occurr'd to me I herewith ſend you: You will oblige me by inſerting them amongſt thoſe which are, or will be, tranſmitted to you by others; ſince not only the Author's friends, but even ſtrangers, appear engag'd by humanity, to ſome care of an orphan of ſo much genius and ſpirit, which its parent ſeems to have abandoned from the very beginning, and ſuffered to ſtep into the world naked, unguarded, and unattended.

It was upon reading ſome of the abuſive papers lately publiſh'd, that my great regard to a perſon, whoſe friendſhip I eſteem as one of the chief honours of my life, and a much greater reſpect to Truth than to him or any man living, engag'd me in Enquiries of which the inclos'd Notes are the fruit.

I perceived, that moſt of theſe authors had been (doubtleſs very wiſely) the firſt Aggreſſors. They had try'd till they were weary, what was to be got by railing at each other: no body was either concern'd, or ſurpriz'd, if this or that ſcribler was prov'd a dunce; but every one was curious to read what could be ſaid to prove Mr. POPE one, and was ready to pay ſomething for ſuch a diſcovery: A ſtratagem which would they fairly own, might not only reconcile them to me, but ſcreen [10] them from the reſentment of their lawful Superiors, whom they daily abuſe, only (as I charitably hope) to get that by them, which they cannot get from them.

I found this was not all: Ill ſucceſs in that had tranſported them to Perſonal abuſe, either of himſelf, or (what I think he could leſs forgive) of his friends. They had call'd men of virtue and honour Bad men, long before he had either leiſure or inclination to call them Bad Writers: and ſome had been ſuch old offenders, that he had quite forgotten their perſons as well as their ſlanders, till they were pleas'd to revive them.

Now what had Mr. POPE done before, to incenſe them? He had publiſh'd thoſe works which are in the hands of every body, in which not the leaſt mention is made of any of them. And what has he done ſince? He has laugh'd and written the DUNCIAD. What has that ſaid of them? A very ſerious truth which the publick had ſaid before, that they were dull: And what it had no ſooner ſaid, but they themſelves were at great pains to procure, or even purchaſe room in the prints, to teſtify under their hands to the truth of it.

I ſhould ſtill have been ſilent, if either I had ſeen any inclination in my friend to be ſerious [11] with ſuch accuſers, or if they had only meddled with his writings: ſince whoever publiſhes puts himſelf on his trial by his Country. But when his moral character was attack'd, and in a manner from which neither Truth nor Virtue can ſecure the moſt innocent, in a manner which though it annihilates the credit of the accuſation with the juſt and impartial, yet aggravates very much the guilt of the accuſer (I mean, by Authors without names) then I thought, ſince the danger was common to all, the concern ought to be ſo; and that it was an act of juſtice to detect the Authors, not only on this account, but as many of them are the ſame who for ſeveral years paſt, have made free with the greateſt of names in Church and State, expos'd to the world the private misfortunes of Families, abus'd all even to Women, and whoſe proſtituted papers (for one or other Party in the unhappy diviſions of their Country) have inſulted the Fallen, the Friendleſs, the Exil'd, and the Dead.

Beſides this, which I take to be a publick concern, I have already confeſs'd I had a private one. I am one of that number who have long lov'd and eſteem'd Mr. POPE, and had often declared it was not his capacity or writings (which we ever thought the leaſt valuable part of his character) but the honoſt, open, and beneficent man, that we moſt [12] eſteem'd and lov'd in him. Now if what theſe people ſay were believ'd, I muſt appear to all my friends either a fool or a knave, either impos'd on my ſelf, or impoſing on them: ſo that I am as much intereſted in the confutation of theſe calumnies, as he is himſelf.

I am no Author, and conſequently not to be ſuſpected either of jealouſy or reſentment againſt any of the men, of whom ſcarce one is known to me by ſight; and as for their writings, I have ſought them (on this one occaſion) in vain, in the cloſets and libraries of all my acquaintance. I had ſtill been in the dark, if a Gentleman had not procur'd me (I ſuppoſe from ſome of themſelves, for they are generally much more dangerous friends than enemies) the paſſages I ſend you. I ſolemnly proteſt I have added nothing to the malice or abſurdity of them; which it behoves me to declare, ſince the vouchers themſelves will be ſo ſoon and ſo irrecoverably loſt. You may in ſome meaſure prevent it, by preſerving at leaſt their* Titles, and diſcovering (as far as you can depend on the truth of your information) the names of the conceal'd authors.

[13] The firſt objection I have heard made to the Poem is, that the perſons are too obſcure for ſatire. The perſons themſelves, rather than allow the objection, would forgive the ſatire; and if one could be tempted to afford it a ſerious anſwer, were not all aſſaſſinates, popular inſurrections, the inſolence of the rabble without doors, and of domeſticks within, moſt wrongfully chaſtiſed, if the Meanneſs of offenders indemnified them from puniſhment? On the contrary, Obſcurity renders them more dangerous, as leſs thought of: Law can pronouce judgment only on open facts, Morality alone can paſs cenſure on intentions of miſchief; ſo that for ſecret calumny, or the arrow flying in the dark, there is no publick puniſhment left, but what a good Writer inflicts.

The next objection is, that theſe ſort of authors are Poor. That might be pleaded as an excuſe at the Old Baily, for leſſer crimes than Defamation, (for 'tis the caſe of almoſt all who are try'd there) but ſure it can be none, for who will pretend that the robbing another of his reputation ſupplies the want of it in himſelf? I queſtion not but ſuch authors are poor, and heartily wiſh the objection were removed by any honeſt livelihood. But Poverty is here the accident, not the ſubject: he who deſcribes malice and villany to be [14] pale and meagre, expreſſes not the leaſt anger againſt Paleneſs or leanneſs, but againſt malice and villany. The Apothecary in Romeo and Juliet is poor, but is he therefore juſtified in vending poiſon? Not but Poverty itſelf becomes a juſt ſubject of ſatire, when it is the conſequence of vice, prodigality, or neglect of one's lawful calling; for then it increaſes the publick burden, fills the ſtreets and highways with Robbers, and the garrets with Clippers, Coiners, and Weekly Journaliſts.

But admitting that two or three of theſe offend leſs in their morals, than in their writings: muſt Poverty make Nonſenſe ſacred? If ſo, the fame of bad authors would be much better than that of all the good ones in the world; and not one of a hundred had ever been call'd by his right name.

They miſtake the whole matter: It is not charity to encourage them in the way they follow, but to get 'em out of it: For Men are not bunglers becauſe they are poor, but they are poor becauſe they are bunglers.

Is it not pleaſant enough, to hear our authors crying out on the one hand, as if their perſons and Characters were too ſacred for Satire; and the publick objecting on the other, that they are too mean even for Ridicule? But whether bread or fame be their end, it muſt be allow'd, our author by [15] and in this Poem, has mercifully given 'em a little of both.

There are two or three, who by their rank and fortune have no benefit from the former objections (ſuppoſing them good) and theſe I was ſorry to ſee in ſuch company. But if without any provocation, two or three gentlemen will fall upon one, in an affair wherein his intereſt and reputation are equally imbark'd, they cannot certainly, after they have been content to print themſelves his enemies, complain of being put into the Number of them?

Others, I'm told, pretend to have been once his Friends. Surely they are their enemies who ſay ſo, ſince nothing can be more odious than to treat a friend as they have done. But of this I can't perſuade my ſelf, when I conſider the conſtant and eternal averſion of all bad writers to a good one.

Such as claim a merit from being his Admirers, I would gladly ask, if it lays him under a perſonal obligation? at that rate he would be the moſt oblig'd humble ſervant in the world. I dare ſwear for theſe in particular, he never deſir'd them to be his Admirers, nor promis'd in return to be theirs: that had truly been a ſign he was of their acquaintance; but would not the malicious world have ſuſpected ſuch an approbation of ſome motive worſe [16] than ignorance, in the Author of the Eſſay on Criticiſm? Be it as it will, the reaſons of their Admiration and of his Contempt are equally ſubſiſting, for his works and theirs are the very ſame that they were.

One therefore of their affertions I believe may be true, "That he has a contempt for their writings." And there is another which would probably be ſooner allow'd by himſelf than by any good judge beſide, "That his own have found too much ſucceſs with the publick." But as it cannot conſiſt with his modeſty to claim this as a juſtice, it lies not on him, but entirely on the publick, to defend its own judgment.

There remains what in my opinion might ſeem a better plea for theſe people, than any they have made uſe of. If Obſcurity or Poverty were to exempt a man from ſatire, much more ſhould Folly or Dulneſs, which are ſtill more involuntary, nay as much ſo as perſonal Deformity. But even this will not help them: Deformity becomes an object of Ridicule when a man ſets up for being handſome; and ſo muſt Dulneſs when he ſets up for a Wit. They are not ridicul'd becauſe Ridicule in itſelf is, or ought to be, a pleaſure; but becauſe it is juſt, to undeceive and vindicate the honeſt and unpretending part of mankind from Impoſition, becauſe particular intereſt ought to yield to general, [17] and a great number who are not naturally Fools ought never to be made ſo in complaiſance to a few who are. Accordingly we find that in all ages, all vain pretenders, were they ever ſo poor or ever ſo dull, have been conſtantly the topicks of the moſt candid Satiriſts, from the Codrus of JUVENAL to the Damon of BOILEAU.

Having mention'd BOILEAU, the greateſt Poet and moſt judicious Critic of his age and country, admirable for his Talents, and yet perhaps more admirable for his Judgment in the proper application of them; I cannot help remarking the reſemblance betwixt him and our Author in Qualities, Fame, and Fortune; in the diſtinctions ſhewn to them by their Superiors, in the general eſteem of their Equals, and in their extended reputation amongſt Foreigners; in the latter of which ours has met with the better fate, as he has had for his Tranſlators perſons of the moſt eminent rank and abilities in their reſpective nations* But the reſemblance [18] holds in nothing more, than in their being equally abus'd by the ignorant Pretenders to Poetry of their times; of which not the leaſt memory will remain but in their own writings, and in the notes made upon them. What BOILEAU has done in almoſt all his poems, our Author has only in this: I dare anſwer for him he will do it in no more; and on his principle of attacking few but who had ſlander'd him, he could not have done it at all, had he been confin'd from cenſuring obſcure and worthleſs perſons, for ſcarce any other were his enemies. However, as the parity is ſo remarkable, I hope it will continue to the laſt; and if ever he ſhall give us an edition of this Poem himſelf, I may ſee ſome of 'em treated as gently (on their repentance or better merit) as Perault and Quinault were at laſt by BOILEAU.

In one point I muſt be allow'd to think the character of our Engliſh Poet the more amiable. [19] He has not been a follower of Fortune or Succeſs; he has liv'd with the Great without flattery, been a friend to Men in power without penſions, from whom as he ask'd, ſo he receiv'd no favour, but what was done Him in his friends. As his Satires were the more juſt for being delay'd, ſo were his Panegyricks; beſtow'd only on ſuch perſons as he had familiarly known, only for ſuch virtues as he had long obſerv'd in them, and only at ſuch times as others ceaſe to praiſe, if not begin to calumniate them, I mean when out of power, or out of faſhion . A Satire therefore on writers ſo notorious for the contrary practiſe, became no man ſo well as himſelf, as none (it is plain) was ſo little in their friendſhips, or ſo much in that of thoſe whom they had moſt abus'd, namely the Greateſt and Beſt of all Parties. Let me add a further reaſon, that tho' ingag'd in their Friendſhips, he never eſpous'd their Animoſities; and can almoſt ſingly [20] challenge this honour, not to have written a line of any man, which thro' Guilt, thro' Shame, or thro' Fear, thro' variety of Fortune, or change of Intereſts, he was ever unwilling to own.

I ſhall conclude with remarking what a pleaſure it muſt be to every reader of Humanity, to ſee all along that our Author, in his very laughter, is not indulging his own ill-nature, but only puniſhing that of others. To his Poem thoſe alone are capable of doing juſtice, who, to uſe the words of a great Writer, know how hard it is (with regard both to his ſubject and his manner) VETUSTIS DARE NOVITATEM, OBSOLETIS NITOREM, OBSCURIS LUCEM, FASTIDITIS GRATIAM. I am

Your moſt humble Servant, WILLIAM CLELAND.
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DENNIS, Rem. on Pr. Arth.

I cannot but think it the moſt reaſonable thing in the world, to diſtinguiſh good writers, by diſcouraging the bad. Nor is it an ill-natur'd thing, in relation even to the very perſons upon whom the reflections are made: It is true, it may deprive them, a little the ſooner, of a ſhort profit and a tranſitory Reputation; but then it may have a good effect, and oblige them (before it be too late) to decline that for which they are ſo very unfit, and to have recourſe to ſomething in which they may be more ſucceſsful.

The Perſons whom Boileau has attack'd in his writings, have been for the moſt part Authors and moſt of thoſe Authors, Poets: And the Cenſures be hath paſs'd upon them have been confirm'd by all Europe [Character of Mr. P. 1716.]

GILDON, Pref. to his New Rehearſ.

It is the common cry of the Poetaſters of the town, and their fautors, that it is an Ill-natur'd thing to expoſe the Pretenders to wit and poetry. The Judges and Magiſtrates may with full as good [22] reaſon be reproach'd with Ill-nature, for putting the laws in execution againſt a Thief or Impoſtor.—The ſame will hold in the Republick of Letters, if the Critics and Judges will let every ignorant Pretender to Scribling, paſs on the world.

THEOBALD. Lett. to Miſt, Jun. 22. 1728-

ATTACKS may be levelled, either againſt Failures in Genius, or againſt the Pretenſions of wriing without one.

CONCANEN, Ded. to the Auth. of the Dunc.

A Satire upon Dulneſs is a thing that has been uſed and allowed in All Ages.

Out of thine own Mouth will I judge thee, wicked Scribler!

MARTINUS SCRIBLERUS OF THE POEM.

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THIS Poem, as it celebrated the moſt grave and antient of things, Chaos, Night and Dulneſs, ſo is it of the moſt grave and antient kind. Homer (ſaith Ariſtotle) was the firſt who gave the Form, and (ſaith Horace) who adapted the Meaſure, to heroic poeſy. But even before this, may be rationally preſumed from what the antients have left written, was a piece by Homer compoſed, of like nature and matter with this of our Poet. For of Epic ſort it appeareth to have been, yet of matter ſurely not unpleaſant, witneſs what is reported of it by the Learned Archbiſhop Euſtatbius, in Odyſſ. k. And accordingly Ariſtotle in his poetic, chap. 4. doth further ſet forth, that as the Iliad and Odyſſey [24] gave example to Tragedy, ſo did this poem to Comedy its firſt Idaea.

From theſe authors alſo it ſhou'd ſeem, that the Hero or chief perſonage of it was no leſs obſcure, and his underſtanding and ſentiments no leſs quaint and ſtrange (if indeed not more ſo) than any of the actors in our poem. MARGITES was the name of this perſonage, whom Antiquity recordeth to have been Dunce the firſt; and ſurely from what we hear of him, not unworthy to be the root of ſo ſpreading a tree, and ſo numerous a poſterity. The poem therefore celebrating him, was properly and abſolutely a Dunciad; which tho' now unhappily loſt, yet is its nature ſufficiently known by the infallible tokens aforeſaid. And thus it doth appear, that the firſt Dunciad was the firſt Epic poem, written by Homer himſelf, and anterior even to the Iliad or Odyſſey.

Now foraſmuch as our Poet had tranſlated thoſe two famous works of Homer which are yet left, he did conceive it in ſome ſort his duty to imitate that alſo which was loſt: And was therefore induced to be ſtow on it the ſame Form which Homer's is reported to have had, namely that of Epic poem, with a title alſo framed after the antient Greek manner, to wit, that of Dunciad.

Wonderful it is, that ſo few of the moderns have been ſtimulated to attempt ſome Dunciad! Since in [25] the opinion of the multitude, it might coſt leſs pain and oil than an imitation of the greater Epic. But poſſible it is alſo that, on due reflection, the maker might find it eaſier to paint a Charlemagne, a Brute or a Godfry, with juſt pomp and dignity heroic, than a Margites, a Codrus, a Fleckno, or a Tibbald.

We ſhall next declare the occaſion and the cauſe which moved our Poet to this particular work. He lived in thoſe days, when (after Providence had permitted the Invention of Printing as a ſcourge for the ſins of the learned) Paper alſo became ſo cheap, and printers ſo numerous, that a deluge of Authors cover'd the land: Whereby not only the peace of the honeſt unwriting ſubject was daily moleſted, but unmerciful demands were made of his applauſe, yea of his money, by ſuch as would neither earn the one, or deſerve the other: At the ſame time, the Liberty of the Preſs was ſo unlimited, that it grew dangerous to refuſe them either; For they would forthwith publiſh ſlanders unpuniſh'd, the authors being anonymous; nay the immediate publiſhers thereof lay ſculking under the wings of an Act of Parliament, aſſuredly intended for better purpoſes.

a. Now our author living in thoſe times, did conceive it an endeavour well worthy an honeſt Satiriſt, [26] to diſſuade the dull, and puniſh the malicious, the only way that was left. In that public-ſpirited view he laid the plan of this Poem, as the greateſt ſervice he was capable (without much hurt or being ſlain) to render his dear country. Firſt, taking things from their Original, he conſidereth the Cauſes creative of ſuch Authors, namely Dulneſs and Poverty; the one born with them, the other contracted, by neglect of their proper talent thro' ſelf-conceit of great abilities This truth he wrappeth in an Allegory, a. (as the conſtruction of Epic poeſy requireth) and feigns, that one of theſe Goddeſſes had taken up her abode with the other, and that they jointly inſpir'd all ſuch writers and ſuch works. b. He proceedeth to ſhew the qualities they beſtow on theſe authors, and the effects they produce: c. Then the materials or ſtock with which they furniſh them, d. and (above all) that ſelf-opinion e. which cauſeth it to ſeem to themſelves vaſtly greater than it is, and is the prime motive of their ſetting up in this ſad and ſorry merchandize. The great power of theſe Goddeſſes acting in alliance (whereof as the one is the mother of Induſtry, ſo is the other of plodding) was to be exemplify'd in ſome one, great and remarkable [27] action. a. And none could be more ſo than that which our poet hath choſen, the Introduction of the loweſt diverſions of the rabble in Smithfield to be the entertainment of the Court and town; or in other words, the Action of the Dunciad is the b. Removal of the Imperial Seat of Dulneſs from the City to the polite world, as that of the Aeneid is the Removal of the Empire of Troy to Latium. But as Homer ſinging only the Wrath of Achilles, yet includes in his poem the whole hiſtory of the Trojan war, in like manner our author hath drawn into this ſingle action the whole hiſtory of Dulneſs and her children. To this end ſhe is repreſented at the very c. Opening of the poem, taking a view of her Forces, which are diſtinguiſh'd into theſe three kinds, Party-writers, dull Poets, and wild Critics.

A Perſon muſt next be fix'd upon to ſupport this Action, who (to agree with the ſaid deſign) muſt be ſuch an one as is capable of being all three. This Phantom in the poet's mind, muſt have a Name: k. He ſeeks for one who hath been concerned in the Politic Journals, written bad Plays or Poems, and publiſh'd 13 [28] low Criticiſms: He finds his Name to be Tibbald, and he becomes of courſe the Hero of the poem.

The Fable being thus according to beſt example one and entire, as contain'd in the propoſition; the Machinery is a continued chain of Allegories, ſetting forth the whole power, miniſtry, and empire of Dulneſs, extended thro' her ſubordinate inſtruments, in all her various operations.

This is branched into Epiſodes, each of which hath its Moral a part, tho' all conducive to the main end. The crowd aſſembled in the ſecond book demonſtrates the deſign to be more extenſive than to bad Poets only, and that we may expect other Epiſodes, of the Patrons, Encouragers, or Paymaſters of ſuch authors, as occaſion ſhall bring them forth: And the third book, if well conſider'd, ſeemeth to embrace the whole world. Each of the Games relateth to ſome or other vile claſs of writers: The firſt concerneth the Plagiary, to whom he giveth the name of More; the ſecond the libellous Novelliſt, whom he ſtyleth Eliza; the third the flattering Dedicator, the fourth the bawling Critic or noiſy Poet, the fifth the dark and dirty Party-writer, and ſo of the reſt; aſſigning to each ſome proper name or other, ſuch as he could find.

As for the Characters, the publick hath already acknowledg'd how juſtly they are drawn: The manners are ſo depicted, and the ſentiments ſo peculiar to thoſe [29] to whom applied, that ſurely to transfer them to any other, or wiſer, perſonages, would be exceeding difficult: And certain it is, that every perſon concerned being conſulted apart, hath readily owned the reſemblance of every portrait, his own excepted.

The Deſcriptions are ſingular; the Compariſons very quaint, the Narration various, yet of one colour The purity and chaſtity of Diction is ſo preſerved, that in the places moſt ſuſpicious, not the words but only the images have been cenſured, and yet are thoſe images no other than have been ſanctified by Antient and Claſſical Authority, tho' (as was the manner of thoſe good times,) not ſo curiouſly wrapped up: yea and commented upon by moſt grave Doctors, and approved Critics.

As it beareth the name of Epic, it is thereby ſubjected to ſuch ſevere indiſpenſable rules as are laid on all Neoterics, a ſtrict imitation of the Antient; inſomuch that any deviation, accompanied with whatever poetic beauties, hath always been cenſured by the ſound Critic. How exact that Imitation hath been in this piece, appeareth not only by its general ſtructure, but by particular alluſions infinite, many whereof have eſcaped both the commentator and poet himſelf; yea divers by his exceeding diligence are ſo alter'd and interwoven with the reſt, that ſeveral have already been [30] and more will be, by the ignorant abuſed, as altogether and originally his own.

In a word, the whole poem proveth itſelf to be the work of our Author when his faculties were in full vigour and perfection: at that exact time when years have ripened the Judgment, without diminiſhing the Imagination; which by good critics is held to be punctually at forty. For, at that ſeaſon it was that Virgil finiſh'd his Georgics; and Sir Richard Blackmore at the like age compoſing his Arthurs, declared the ſame to be the very Acme and pitch of life for Epic poeſy: tho' ſince he hath alter'd it to ſixty, the year in which he publiſhed his Alfred. a. True it is, that the talents for Criticiſm, namely ſmartneſs, quick cenſure, vivacity of remark, certainty of aſſeveration, indeed all but acerbity, ſeem rather the gifts of Youth than of riper age: But it is far otherwiſe in Poetry; witneſs the works of Mr. Rymer and Mr. Dennis, who beginning with Criticiſm, became afterwards ſuch Poets as no age hath parallel'd. With good reaſon therefore did our author chuſe to write his Eſſay on that ſubject at twenty, and reſerve for his maturer years this great and wonderful work of the Dunciad. 14

TESTIMONIES OF AUTHORS. Concerning our POET and his WORKS.

[31]

NOW before we preſent thee with our Exercitations on this moſt delectable Poem (drawn from the many volumes of our Adverſaria on modern Authors) we ſhall here, according to the laudable uſage of Editors, collect the various judgments of the Learned concerning our Poet: Various indeed, not only of different authors, but of the ſame author at different ſeaſons. Nor ſhall we gather only the Teſtimonies of ſuch eminent Wits as would of courſe deſcend to poſterity, and conſequently be read without our collection; but we ſhall likewiſe with incredible labour ſeek out for divers others, which but for this our diligence, could never at the diſtance of [32] a few months appear to the eye of the moſt curious. Hereby thou may'ſt not only receive the delectation of Variety, but alſo arrive at a more certain judgment, by a grave and circumſpect compariſon of the Witneſſes with each other, or of each with himſelf. Hence alſo thou wilt be enabled to draw reflections, not only of a critical, but a moral nature, by being let into many particulars of the Perſon as well as Genius, and of the Fortune as well as Merit, of our Author: In which, if I relate ſome things of little concern peradventure to thee, and ſome of as little even to him; I entreat thee to conſider how minutely all true Critics and commentators are wont to inſiſt upon ſuch, and how material they ſeem to themſelves if to none other. Forgive me therefore gentle reader, if (following learned example) I ever and anon become tedious; allow me to take the ſame pain to find whether my author were good or bad, well or ill-natured, modeſt or arrogant; as another, whether his author were fair or brown, ſhort or tall, or whether he wore a coat or a caſſock?

We purpoſed to begin with his Life, Parentage and Education: but as to theſe, even his Cotemporaries do exceedingly differ. One ſaith, he was educated at home; a. another that he was bred abroad at St. [33] Omer's by Jeſuits; a. a third, not at St. Omer's, but at Oxford; b. a fourth, that he had no Univerſity education at all. c. Thoſe who allow him to be bred at home, differ as much concerning his Tutor: One ſaith, he was kept by his father on purpoſe;d a ſecond that he was an itinerant prieſt; e. a third, that he was a Parſon; f. one calleth him a ſecular Clergyman of the Church of Rome; g. another, a Monk h. As little agree they about his Father; whom one ſuppoſeth, like the father of Heſiod, a tradeſman or merchant; i. another a husbandman; k. another, a hatter, &c. l. Nor has an author been wanting to give our Poet ſuch a Father, as Apuleius hath to Plato, Iamblicus to Pythagoras, and divers to Homer; namely, a Daemon. For thus Mr. Gildon. m. ‘Certain it [34] is, that his Original is not from Adam but the Devil, and that he wanteth nothing but horns and tail to be the exact reſemblance of his infernal father.’ Finding therefore ſuch contrariety of opinions, and (whatever be ours of this ſort of generation) not being fond to enter into controverſy; we ſhall defer writing the life of our Poet, till authors can determine among themſelves what parents or education he had, or whether he had any education or parents at all?

Proceed we to what is more certain, his Works, tho' not leſs uncertain the judgments concerning them: beginning with his ESSAY ON CRITICISM, of which hear firſt the the moſt Ancient of Critics,

Mr. JOHN DENNIS.

‘"His precepts are falſe, or trivial, or both: his thoughts are crude, and abortive, his expreſſions abſurd, his numbers harſh and unmuſical, without cadence or variety, his rhymes trivial, and common—inſtead of majeſty, we have ſomething that is very mean; inſtead of gravity, ſomething that is very boyiſh: and inſtead of perſpicuity, and lucid order, we have but too often obſcurity and confuſion."’ And in another place—‘"What rare Numbers are here? would not one ſwear this youngſter had eſpouſed ſome antiquated muſe, who had ſued [35] out a divorce from ſome ſuperanhuated ſinner, upon account of impotence, and who being poxt by her former ſpouſe, has got the gout in her decrepit age, which makes her hobble ſo damnably."’ a No leſs peremptory is the cenſure of our hypercritical Hiſtorian.

Mr. OLDMIXON.

"I dare not ſay any thing of the Eſſay on Criticiſm in verſe; but if any more curious reader has diſcover'd in it ſomething new, which is not in Dryden's prefaces, dedications, and his eſſay on dramatick poetry, not to mention the French critics, I ſhould be very glad to have the benefit of the diſcovery."

He is follow'd (as in fame, ſo in judgment) by the modeſt and ſimple-minded

Mr. LEONARD WELSTED;

Who, out of great reſpect to our poet not naming him, doth yet glance at his Eſſay, together with the Duke of Buckingham's, and the Criticiſms of Dryden 28 [36] and of Horace, which he more openly taxeth. a. ‘"As to the numerous treatiſes, eſſays, arts, &c. both in verſe and proſe, that have been written by the moderns on this ground-work, they do but hackney the ſame thoughts over again, making them ſtill more trite. Moſt of their pieces are nothing but a pert, inſipid heap of common-place. Horace has even in his Art of poetry thrown out ſeveral things which plainly ſhew, he thought an art of poetry was of no uſe, even while he was writing one."’ To all which great authorities, we can only oppoſe that of

Mr. ADDISON.

b. ‘"The Art of Criticiſm (ſaith he) which was publiſhed ſome months ſince, is a maſter-piece in its kind. The obſervations follow one another, like thoſe in Horace's art of poetry, without that methodical regularity which would have been requiſite in a proſe-writer. They are ſome of them uncommon, but ſuch as the reader muſt aſſent to, when he ſees them explain'd with that eaſe and perſpicuity in which they are delivered. As for thoſe which are the moſt known and the moſt receiv'd, they are placed in ſo beautiful a light, and illuſtrated with ſuch apt [37] alluſions, that they have in them all the graces of novelty; and make the reader, who was before acquainted with them, ſtill more convinc'd of their truth, and ſolidity. And here give me leave to mention what Monſieur Boileau has ſo well enlarged upon in the preface to his works: That wit and fine writing doth not confiſt ſo much in advancing things that are new, as in giving things that are known an agreeable turn. It is impoſſible for us who live in the latter ages of the world, to make obſervations in criticiſm, morality, or any art or ſcience, which have not been touch'd upon by others; we have little elſe left us, but to repreſent the common ſenſe of mankind in more ſtrong, more beautiful, or more uncommon lights. If a reader examines Horace's art of poetry, he will find but few precepts in it, which he may not meet with in Ariſtotle, and which were not commonly known by all the poets of the Auguſtan age. His way of expreſſing, and applying them, not his invention of them, is what we are chiefly to admire.Longinus in his reflections has given us the ſame kind of Sublime, which he obſerves in the ſeveral paſſages that occaſioned them. I cannot but take notice that our Engliſh Author, has after the ſame manner exempliſy'd ſeveral of the precepts in the [38] very precepts themſelves."’

He then produces ſome inſtances of a particular beauty in the Numbers, and concludes with ſaying, that ‘"there are three poems in our tongue of the ſame nature, and each a maſter-piece in its kind; The Eſſay on tranſlated Verſe; The Eſſay on the Art of Poetry; and the Eſſay on Criticiſm."’

Of Windſor Foreſt, poſitive is the judgment of the affirmative

Mr. JOHN DENNIS,

a ‘"That it is a wretched rhapſody, impudently writ in emulation of the Cooper's Hill of Sir John Denham: The Author of it is obſcure, is ambiguous, is affected, is temerarious, is barbarous. b"’ But the Author of the Diſpenſary

Dr. GARTH,

In the preface to his poem of Claremont, differs from this opinion: ‘"Thoſe who have ſeen thoſe two excellent poems of Cooper's Hill, and Windſor Foreſt, the one written by Sir John Denham, the other by Mr. Pope, will ſhew a great deal of candour if they approve of this."’

[39] Of his Epiſtle of Eloiſa, we are told by the obſcure writer of a poem called Sawney, ‘"That becauſe Prior's Henry and Emma charm'd the fineſt taſtes, our author writ his Eloiſe, in oppoſition to it; but forgot innocence and virtue: If you take away her tender thoughts, and her fierce deſires, all the reſt is of no value."’ In which, methinks, his judgment reſembleth that of a French taylor on a Villa and gardens by the Thames: ‘"All this is very fine, but take away the River, and it is good for nothing."’ But very contrary hereunto was the opinion of

Mr. PRIOR

himſelf, ſaying in his Alma, d

O Abelard! ill-fated youth,
Thy tale will juſtify this truth.
But well I weet thy cruel wrong
Adorns a nobler Poet's ſong:
Dan Pope for thy misfortune griev'd,
With kind concern and skill has weav'd
A ſilken web; and ne'er ſhall fade
Its colours: gently has he laid
The mantle o'er thy ſad diſtreſs,
And Venus ſhall the Texture bleſs, &c.

[40] Come we now to his Tranſlation of the ILIAD, celebrated by numerous pens, yet ſhall it ſuffice to mention the indefatigable

Sir RICHARD BLACKMORE, Kt.

Who (tho' otherwiſe a ſevere cenſurer of our author) yet ſtileth this a "laudable tranſlation. a" That ready writer

Mr. OLDMIXON,

In his fore-mention'd Eſſay, frequently commends the ſame. And the painful

Mr. LEWIS THEOBALD

thus extols it,b ‘"The ſpirit of Homer breathes all through this tranſlation.—I am in doubt, whether I ſhould moſt admire the juſtneſs to the original, or the force, and beauty of the language, or the ſounding variety of the numbers? But when I find all theſe meet, it puts me in mind of what the poet ſays of one of his heroes: That he alone rais'd and flung with eaſe, a weighty ſtone, that two common men could not lift from the ground; juſt ſo, one ſingle perſon has performed in this tranſlation, what I once deſpaired to have ſeen done by the force of ſeveral maſterly hands."’ Indeed [41] the ſame gentleman appears to have chang'd his ſentiment, in his Eſſay on the Art of ſinking in reputation, (printed in Miſt's Journal, March 30, 1728.) where he ſays thus: ‘"In order to ſink in reputation. let him take it into his head to deſcend into Homer (let the world wonder, as it will, how the devil he got there) and pretend to do him into Engliſh, ſo his verſion denote his neglect of the manner how."’ Strange Variation! We are told in

MIST'S JOURNAL, June 8.

‘"That this tranſlation of the Iliad was not in all reſpects conformable to the fine taſte of his friend Mr. Addiſon: Inſomuch, that he employ'd a younger muſe, in an undertaking of this kind, which he ſupervis'd himſelf."’ Whether Mr. Addiſon did find it conformable to his taſte, or not, beſt appears from his own teſtimony the year following its publication, in theſe words,

Mr. ADDISON, Freeholder, No. 40.

"When I conſider my ſelf as a Britiſh freeholder, I am in a particular manner pleaſed with the labours of thoſe who have improved our language, with the tranſlation of old Greek and Latin authors:—We have already moſt of their Hiſtorians in our own tongue, and what is more for the honour of our language, it has been taught to expreſs [42] with elegance the greateſt of their Poets in each nation. The illiterate among our own countrymen may learn to judge from Dryden's Virgil, of the moſt perfect Epic performance. And thoſe parts of Homer which have been publiſh'd already by Mr. Pope, give us reaſon to think that the Iliad will appear in Engliſh with as little diſadvantage to that immortal poem."

As to the reſt, there is a ſlight miſtake, for this younger Muſe was elder: Nor was the gentleman (who is a friend of our author) employ'd by Mr. Addiſon to tranſlate it after him, ſince he ſaith himſelf that he did it before. a Contrariwiſe, that Mr. Addiſon ingaged our author in this work, appeareth by declaration thereof in the preface to the Iliad, printed ſome years before his death, and by his own letters of Oct. 26, and Nov. 2, 1713, where he declares it is his opinion that no other perſon was equal to it.

Next comes his Shakeſpear on the ſtage. Let him (quoth one, whom I take to be

Mr. THEOBALD) Miſt's Journal, March 30, 1728,)

‘"publiſh ſuch an author as he has leaſt ſtudied, and [43] forget to diſcharge even the dull duty of an editor. In this project let him lend the bookſeller his name (for a competent ſum of money tho') to promote the credit of an exorbitant ſubſcription."’ Gentle reader, be pleas'd to caſt thine eye on the Propoſal below quoted, and on what follows (ſome months after the former aſſertion) in the ſame Journaliſt of June 8. ‘"The bookſeller propos'd the book by ſubſcription, and rais'd ſome thouſands of pounds for the ſame:"’ I believe the gentleman did not ſhare in the profits of this extravagant Subſcription.

After the Iliad, he undertook (ſaith

MIST'S JOURNAL, June 8, 1728.)

‘"the ſequel of that work, the Odyſſey: and having ſecured the ſucceſs by a numerous ſubſcription, he employ'd ſome Underlings to perform what, according to his propoſals, ſhould come from his own hands."’ To which heavy charge we can in truth oppoſe nothing but the words of

Mr. POPE'S PROPOSAL for the ODYSSEY,

(printed by J. Watts, Jan. 10, 1724.) ‘"I take this occaſion to declare that the ſubſcription for Shakeſpear belongs wholly to Mr. Tonſon: And that the benefit of This Propoſal is not ſolely for my own uſe, but for that of two of my friends, who have aſſiſted me in this work."’ But theſe very gentlemen are extolled above our poet himſelf, in [44] another of Miſt's Journals, March 30, 1728, ſaying, ‘"That he would not adviſe Mr. Pope to try the experiment again, of getting a great part of a book done by aſſiſtants, leſt thoſe extraneous parts ſhould unhappily aſcend to the ſublime, and retard the declenſion of the whole."’ Behold! theſe Underlings are become good writers!

If any ſay, that before the ſaid propoſals were printed, the ſubſcription was begun without declaration of ſuch aſſiſtance; verily thoſe who ſet it on foot, or (as their term is) ſecur'd it, to wit the right honourable the Lord Vifcount HARCOURT, were he living, would teſtify, and the right honourable the Lord BATHURST now living doth teſtify, the ſame is a falſhood.

Sorry I am, that perſons profeſſing to be learned, or of whatever rank of authors, ſhould either falſly tax, or be falſly taxed. Yet let us, who are only reporters, be impartial in our citations, and proceed.

MIST'S JOURNAL, June 8. 1728.

‘"Mr. Addiſon rais'd this author from obſcurity, obtain'd him the acquaintance and friendſhip of the whole body of our Nobility, and transfer'd his powerful intereſts with thoſe great men to this riſing bard, who frequently levied by that means unuſual contributions on the publick."’ Which [45] ſurely cannot be, if, as the author of Dunciad diffected reporteth, ‘"Mr. Wycherley had before introduced him into a familiar acquaintance with the greateſt Peers and brighteſt Wits then living."’

‘"No ſooner (ſaith the ſame Journaliſt) was his body lifeleſs, but this author, reviving his reſentment, libelled the memory of his departed friend, and what was ſtill more heinous, made the ſcandal publick."’ Grievous the accuſation! unknown the accuſer! the perſon accuſed no witneſs in his own cauſe, the perſon in whoſe regard accus'd, dead! But if there be living any one nobleman, whoſe friendſhip, yea any one gentleman whoſe ſubſſription Mr. Addiſon procur'd to our author; let him ſtand forth, that truth may appear! Amicus Plato, amicus Socrates, ſed magis amica veritas. In verity the whole ſtory of the libel is a lye; witneſs thoſe perſons of integrity, who ſeveral years before Mr. Addiſon's deceaſe, did ſee and approve of the ſaid verſes, in no wiſe a libel but a friendly rebuke ſent privately in our author's own hand to Mr Addiſon himſelf, and never made publick till after their own Journals, and Curl had printed the ſame. One name alone which I am authorized here to declare, will ſufciently evince this truth, that of the right honourable the Earl of BURLINGTON.

[46] Next is he taxed with a crime (with ſome authors I doubt, more heinous than any in morality) to wit Plagiariſm, from the inventive and quaint-conceited

JAMES MOORE SMITH, Gent.

a ‘""Upon reading the third volume of Pope's Miſcellanies, I found five lines which I thought excellent, and happening to praiſe them, a gentleman produced a modern comedy (the Rival Modes) publiſhed laſt year, where were the ſame verſes to a tittle. Theſe gentlemen are undoubtedly the firſt plagiaries that pretend to make a reputation by ſtealing from a man's works in his own life time, and out of a publick print."’

Let us join to this what is written by the author of the Rival Modes, the ſaid Mr. James Moore Smith, in a letter to our author himſelf (who had inform'd him, a month before that play was acted, Jan. 27, 1726-7, that ‘"theſe verſes, which he had before given him leave to inſert in it, would be known for his, ſome copies being got abroad.)"’ ‘"He deſires nevertheleſs, that ſince the lines had been read in his Comedy to ſeveral, Mr. P. would not deprive it of them, &c."’ Surely if we add the teſtimonies of the Lord BOLINGBROKE, of the [47] Lady to whom the ſaid verſes were originally addreſs'd, of Hugh Bethel, Eſq and others who knew them as our author's long before the ſaid gentleman compoſed his play; it is hoped, the ingenuous that affect not error, will rectify their opinion by the ſuffrage of ſo honourable perſonages.

And yet followeth another charge, inſinuating no leſs than his Enmity both to Church and State, which could come from no other Informer than the ſaid

Mr. JAMES MOORE SMITH.

b. ‘"The Memoirs of a Pariſh clark was a very dull and unjuſt abuſe of a perſon who wrote in defence of our Religion and Conſtitution; and who has been dead many years."’ This alſo ſeemeth moſt untrue; it being known to divers that theſe memoirs were written at the ſeat of the Lord Harcourt in Oxfordſhire before that excellent perſon (Biſhop Burnet's) death, and many years before the appearance of that Hiſtory of which they are pretended to be an abuſe. Moſt true it is, that Mr. Moore had ſuch a deſign, and was himſelf the man who preſt Dr. Arbuthnot and Mr. Pope to aſſiſt him therein; and that he borrow'd thoſe Memoirs of our author when that Hiſtory came forth, with intent to [48] turn them to ſuch abuſe. But being able to obtain from our author but one ſingle Hint, and either changing his mind, or having more mind than ability, he contented himſelf to keep the ſaid Memoirs and read them as his own to all his acquaintance. A noble perſon there is, into whoſe company Mr. Pope once chanced to introduce him, who well remembreth the converſation of Mr. Moore to have turned upon the ‘"contempt he had for the work of that reverend prelate, and how full he was of a deſign he declared himſelf to have, of expoſing it."’ This noble perſon is the EARL of PETERBOROUGH.

Here in truth ſhould we crave pardon of all the foreſaid right honourable and worthy perſonages, for having mention'd them in the ſame page with ſuch weekly riff-raff railers and rhymers; but that we had their ever-honour'd commands for the ſame, and that they are introduc'd not as witneſſes in the controverſy, but as witneſſes that cannot be controverted; not to diſpute, but to decide.

Certain it is, that dividing our writers into two claſſes, of ſuch who were acquaintance, and of ſuch who were ſtrangers, to our author; the former are thoſe who ſpeak well, and the other thoſe who ſpeak evil of him. Of the firſt claſs, the moſt noble

JOHN Duke of BUCKINGHAM

ſums up his character in theſe lines,

[49]
c And yet ſo wond'rous, ſo ſublime a thing,
As the great Iliad, ſcarce could make me ſing,
Unleſs I juſtly could at once commend
A good companion, and as firm a friend;
One moral, or a meer well-natur'd deed,
Can all deſert in ſciences exceed.

So alſo is he decypher'd by the honourable

SIMON HARCOURT.

d Say, wond'rous youth, what column wilt thou chuſe?
What laurel'd arch, for thy triumphant Muſe?
Tho' each great Ancient court thee to his ſhrine,
Tho' ev'ry laurel thro' the dome be thine,
Go to the good and juſt, an awful train!
Thy ſoul's delight—

Recorded in like manner for his virtuous diſpoſition, and gentle bearing, by the ingenious

Mr. WALTER HART

in this Apoſtrophe.

e O! ever worthy, ever crown'd with praiſe!
Bleſt in thy life, and bleſt in all thy lays.
Add, that the Siſters ev'ry thought refine,
And ev'n thy life be faultleſs as thy line.
[50] Yet envy ſtill with fiercer rage purſues,
Obſcures the virtue, and defames the Muſe:
A ſoul like thine, in pain, in grief reſign'd,
Views with juſt ſcorn the malice of mankind.

The witty and moral Satyriſt

Dr. EDWARD YOUNG,

wiſhing ſome check to the corruption and evil manners of the times, calleth out upon our poet, to undertake a task ſo worthy of his virtue.

f Why ſlumbers Pope, who leads the Muſes' train,
Nor hears that Virtue, which he loves, complain?

Mr. THOMPSON,

In his elegant and philoſophical poem of the ſeaſons,

Altho' not ſweeter his own Homer ſings,
Yet is his Life the more endearing Song.

To the ſame tune alſo ſingeth that learned Clerk of Suffolk

Mr. WILLIEM BROOME:

g Thus, nobly riſing in fair virtue's cauſe,
From thy own life tranſcribe th' unerring laws.

And divers more, with which we will not tire the reader.

Let us rather recreate thee by turning to the other ſide, and ſhewing his Character drawn by thoſe with [51] whom he never convers'd, and whoſe countenances he could not know, tho' turned againſt him: Firſt again commencing with the high-voiced, and never-enoughquoted

JOHN DENNIS;

Who in his reflections on the Eſſay on Criticiſm thus deſcribeth him. ‘A little affected hypocrite, who has nothing in his mouth but candour, truth, friendſhip, good nature, humanity, and magnanimity. He is ſo great a lover of falſhood, that whenever he has a mind to calumniate his cotemporaries, he brands them with ſome defect which is juſt contrary to ſome good quality, for which all their friends and their acquaintance commend them. He ſeems to have a particular pique to People of Quality, and authors of that rank—He muſt derive his religion from St. Omer's.’—But in the character of Mr. P. and his writings (printed by S. Popping 1716) he ſaith, ‘"tho' he is a Profeſſor of the worſt religion, yet he laughs at it;" but that, ‘"nevertheleſs, he is a virulent Papiſt; and yet a Pillar for the Church of England."’ Of both which opinions

Mr. THEOBALD

ſeems alſo to be; declaring in Miſt's Journal of June 22, 1718: ‘"That if he is not ſhrewdly abus'd, he made it his practice to cackle to both parties in [52] their own ſentiments."’ But, as to his Pique againſt people of quality, the ſame Journaliſt doth not agree, but ſaith (May 8, 1728.) ‘"he had by ſome means or other the acquaintance and friendſhip of the whole body of our Nobility."’

However contradictory this may appear, Mr. Dennis and Gildon in the Character laſt cited, make it all plain, by aſſuring us: ‘"That he is a creature that reconciles all contradictions: he is a beaſt, and a man: a Whig and a Tory: a writer (at one and the ſame time) of Guardians and Examiners, an aſſertor of liberty, and of the diſpenſing power of kings: a jeſuitical profeſſor of truth, a baſe, and a foul pretender to candour."’ So that, upon the whole account, we muſt conclude him either to have been a great hypocrite, or a very honeſt man; a terrible impoſer upon both parties, or very moderate to either.

Be it, as to the judicious reader ſhall ſeem good; Sure it is, he is little favour'd of certain authors whoſe wrath is perilous: For one declares he ought to have a price ſet on his head and to be hunted down as a wild beaſt. b. Another proteſts that he [53] does not know what may happen, adviſes him to inſure his perſon, ſays he has bitter enemies, and expreſly declares it will be well if he eſcape with his life. i. One deſires he would cut his own throat or bang himſelf: k. But Paſquin ſeem'd rather inclined it ſhould be done by the Government, repreſenting him ingaged in grievous deſigns with a Lord of Parliament, then under proſecution. l. Mr. Dennis himſelf hath written to a Miniſter, that he is one of the moſt dangerous perſons in this kingdom; m. and aſſureth the publick, that he is an open and mortal enemy to his Country; a monſter, that will, one day, ſhow as daring a ſoul as a mad Indian who runs a muck to kill the firſt Chriſtian he meets n. Another gives information of Treaſon diſcover'd in his poem: o. Mr. Curl boldly ſupplies an imperfect verſe with Kings and Princeſſes; p. and one Matthew Concanen yet more impudent publiſhes [54] at length the Two moſt SACRED NAMES in this Nation as members of the Dunciad! q

This is prodigious! yet is it almoſt as ſtrange, that in the midſt of theſe invectives his enemies have (I know not how) born teſtimony to ſome merit in him:

M. THEOBALD,

in cenſuring his Shakeſpear declares, ‘"he has ſo great an eſteem for Mr. Pope, and ſo high an opinion of his genius, and excellencies; That notwithſtanding he profeſſes a veneration almoſt riſing to Idolatry for the writings of this inimitable poet, he would be very loth even to do him juſtice, at the expence of that other gentleman's character. r."’

Mr. CHARLES GILDON,

after having violently attack'd him in many pieces, at laſt came to wiſh from his heart, ‘"That Mr. Pope would be prevail'd upon to give us Ovid's Epiſtles by his hand: for it is certain we ſee the original of Sapho to Phaon with much more life and likeneſs in his verſion, than in that of Sir Car. Scrope. And this (he adds) is the more to be wiſh'd, becauſe [55] in the Engliſh tongue we have ſcarce any thing truly and naturally written upon Love."’ s. He alſo in taxing Sir Richard Blackmore for his heterodox opinions of Homer, challengeth him to anſwer what Mr. Pope hath ſaid in his preface to that poet.

M. OLDMIXON

calls him a great Maſter of our tongue, declares ‘"the Purity and Perfection of the Engliſh language to be found in his Homer; and ſaying there are more good Verſes in Dryden's Virgil than in any other work, excepts this of our author only."’ t. One who takes the name of

H. STANHOPE,

the maker of certain verſes to Duncan Campbell, u. in that poem which is wholly a ſatire on Mr. Pope, confeſſeth,

'Tis true, if fineſt notes alone cou'd ſhow
(Tun'd juſtly high, or regularly low)
That we ſhould fame to theſe mere vocals give;
Pope, more than we can offer, ſhould receive:
For when ſome gliding river is his theme,
His lines run ſmoother than the ſmootheſt ſtream, &c.

[56]

M. THOMAS COOKE,

after much blemiſhing our author's Homer, crieth out,

But in his other works what beauties ſhine?
While ſweeteſt Muſic dwells in ev'ry line.
Theſe he admir'd, on theſe he ſtamp'd his praiſe,
And bade them live to brighten future days. x.

MIST'S JOURNAL, June 8, 1728.

Altho' he ſays, ‘"the ſmooth Numbers of the Dunciad are all that recommend it, nor has it any other merit," Yet that ſame paper hath theſe words: The author is allowed to be a perfect maſter of an eaſy, and elegant verſification: In all his works, we find the moſt happy turns, and natural ſimilies, wonderfully ſhort and thick ſown."’ The Eſſay on the Dunciad alſo owns, pag. 25. it is very full of beautiful Images.

Mr. GILDON and DENNIS

in the moſt furious of all their works, (the forecited Character, p. 5.) do in y. Concert confeſs, ‘"That ſome [57] men, of good underſtanding, value him for his rhymes:" And pag. 17. "That he has got, like Mr. Bayes in the Rehearſal, (that is, like Mr. Dryden) a notable knack of rhyming and writing ſmooth verſe."’

To the Succeſs of all his pieces, they do unanimouſly give teſtimony: But it is ſufficient, inſtar omnium, to behold this laſt great Critic ſorely lamenting it, even from the Eſſay on Criticiſm to this Day of the Dunciad!

[...]

[60] ‘"the treatiſe of the Profund is very dall, and that Mr. Pope is the author of it:"’ The writer of Gulliveriana is of another opinion, and ſays, ‘"the whole or greateſt part of the merit of this treatiſe muſt and can only be aſcrib'd to Gulliver."’ h. [Here gentle reader! cannot I but ſmile at the ſtrange blindneſs and poſitiveneſs of men, knowing the ſaid treatiſe to appertain to none other but to me, Martinus Scriblerus.]

Laſtly we are aſſured, in Miſt of June 8. ‘"That his own Plays and Farces would better have adorn'd the Dunciad, than thoſe of Mr. Theobald: for he had neither genius for Tragedy or Comedy:"’ Which whether true or not, is not eaſy to judge; in as much as he hath attempted neither.

But from all that hath been ſaid, the diſcerning reader will collect, that it little avail'd our author to have any Candour, ſince when he declar'd he did not write for others, it was not credited: As little to have any Modeſty, ſince when he declin'd writing in any way himſelf, the preſumption of others was imputed to him. If he ſingly enterpriz'd one great work, he was tax'd of Boldneſs and Madneſs to a prodigy: i. if he [61] took aſſiſtants in another, it was complain'd of and repreſented as a great injury to the publick. k. The loftieſt Heroicks, the loweſt ballads, treatiſes againſt the ſtate or church, ſatire on lords and ladies, raillery on wits and authors, ſquabbles with bookſellers, or even full and true accounts of monſters, poyſons, and murders: of any hereof was there nothing ſo good, nothing ſo bad, which hath not at one or other ſeaſon been to him aſcribed. If it bore no author's name, then lay he concealed; if it did, he father'd it on that author to be yet better concealed. If it reſembled any of his ſtyles, then was it evident; if it did not, then diſguis'd he it on ſet purpoſe. Yea, even direct oppoſitions in religion, principles, and politicks, have equally been ſuppoſed in him inherent. Surely a moſt rare and ſingular Character! of which let the reader make what he can.

Doubtleſs moſt Commentators would hence take occaſion to turn all to their Author's advantage; and from the teſtimony of his very enemies would affirm, That his Capacity was boundleſs, as well as his Imagination; that he was a perfect maſter of all Styles, and [62] all Arguments; And that there was in thoſe times no other Writer, in any kind, of any degree of excellence ſave he himſelf. But as this is not our own ſentiment, we ſhall determine on nothing; but leave thee, gentle reader! to ſteer thy judgment equally between various opinions, and to chuſe whether thou wilt incline to the Teſtimonies of Authors avowed, or of Authors concealed? of thoſe who knew him, or of thoſe who knew him not?

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THE DUNCIAD, IN THREE BOOKS, WITH Notes Variorum.

THE DUNCIAD.

[65]
ARGUMENT to BOOK the FIRST.

The Propoſition, the Invocation, and the Inſcription. Then the Original of the great Empire of Dulneſs, and cauſe of the continuance thereof. The beloved ſeat of the Goddeſs is deſcribed, with her chief attendants and officers, her functions, operations, and effects. Then the poem haſtes into the midſt of things, preſenting her on the evening of a Lord Mayor's day, revolving the long ſucceſſion of her ſons, and the glories paſt and to come. She fixes her eye on Tibbald to be the inſtrument of that great event which is the Subject of the poem. He is deſcribed penſive in his ſtudy, giving up the [66] cauſe, and apprehending the period of her empire from the old age of the preſent monarch Settle: Wherefore debating whether to betake himſelf to Law or Politicks, he raiſes an altar of proper books, and (making firſt his ſolemn prayer and declaration) purpoſes thereon to ſacrifice all his unſucceſsful writings. As the pile is kindled, the Goddeſs beholding the ſlame from her ſeat, flies in perſon and puts it out, by caſting upon it the poem of Thule. She forthwith reveals berſelf to him, tranſports him to her Temple, unfolds her arts, and initiates him into her myſteries: then announcing the death of Settle that night, anoints, and proclaims him Succeſſor.

BOOKS and the Man I ſing, the firſt who brings
The Smithfield Muſes to the Ear of Kings.
[67] Say great Patricians! (ſince your ſelves inſpire
Theſe wond'rous works; ſo Jove and Fate require)
[68] Say from what cauſe, in vain decry'd and curſt,
Still Dunce the ſecond reigns like Dunce the firſt.
[69]
In eldeſt time, e'er mortals writ or read,
E're Pallas iſſu'd from the Thund'rer's head,
[70] Dulneſs o'er all poſſeſs'd her antient right,
Daughter of Chaos and eternal Night:
Fate in their dotage this fair ideot gave,
Groſs as her ſire, and as her mother grave,
Laborious, heavy, buſy, bold, and blind,
She rul'd in native Anarchy, the mind.
Still her old empire to confirm, ſhe tries,
For born a Goddeſs, Dulneſs never dies.
O thou, whatever Title pleaſe thine ear,
Dean, Drapier, Bickerſtaff, or Gulliver!
Whether thou chuſe Cervantes' ſerious air,
Or laugh and ſhake in Rab'lais eaſy Chair,
Or praiſe the Court, or magnify Mankind,
Or thy griev'd Country's copper chains unbind;
[71] From thy Baeotia tho' Her Pow'r retires,
Grieve not, my SWIFT! at ought our realm acquires
Here pleas'd behold her mighty wings out-ſpread,
To hatch a new Saturnian Age of Lead.
Where wave the tatter'd enſigns of Rag-Fair,
A yawning ruin hangs and nods in air;
[72] Keen, hollow winds howl thro' the bleak receſs,
Emblem of Muſic caus'd by Emptineſs.
Here in one bed two ſhiv'ring Siſters lye,
The Cave of Poverty and Poetry.
[73] This, the Great Mother dearer held than all
The clubs of Quidnunc's, or her own Guild-hall.
Here ſtood her Opium, here ſhe nurs'd her Owls,
And deſtin'd here th' imperial ſeat of fools
Hence ſprings each weekly Muſe, the living boaſt
Of Curl's chaſte preſs, and Lintot's rubric poſt,
[74] Hence hymning Tyburn's elegiac lay,
Hence the ſoft ſing-ſong on Cecilia's day,
Sepulchral Lyes, our holy walls to grace,
And New-year Odes, and all the Grubſtreet race.
'Twas here in clouded majeſty ſhe ſhone;
Four guardian Virtues, round, ſupport her throne;
[75] Fierce champion Fortitude, that knows no fears
Of hiſſes, blows, or want, or loſs of ears:
Calm Temperance, whoſe bleſſings thoſe partake
Who hunger, and who thirſt, for ſcribling ſake:
[76] Prudence, whoſe glaſs preſents th' approaching jayl:
Poetic Juſtice, with her lifted ſcale;
Where, in nice balance, truth with gold ſhe weighs,
And ſolid pudding againſt empty praiſe.
Here ſhe beholds the Chaos dark and deep,
Where nameleſs Somethings in their cauſes ſleep,
[77] Till genial Jacob, or a warm Third-day
Call forth each maſs, a poem, or a play:
How hints, like ſpawn, ſcarce quick in embryo lie,
How new-born nonſenſe firſt is taught to cry,
Maggots half-form'd, in rhyme exactly meet,
And learn to crawl upon poetic feet.
Here one poor word a hundred clenches makes,
And ductile dulneſs new meanders takes;
[78] There motley Images her fancy ſtrike,
Figures ill-pair'd, and Similies unlike,
She ſees a Mob of Metaphors advance,
Pleas'd with the madneſs of the mazy dance:
How Tragedy and Comedy embrace;
How Farce and Epic get a jumbled race;
How Time himſelf ſtands ſtill at her command,
Realms ſhift their place, and Ocean turns to land.
Here gay Deſcription Aegypt glads with ſhow'rs,
Or gives to Zembla fruits, to Barca flow'rs;
[79] Glitt'ring with ice here hoary hills are ſeen,
There painted vallies of eternal green,
On cold December fragrant chaplets blow,
And heavy harveſts nod beneath the ſnow.
All theſe and more, the cloud-compelling Queen
Beholds thro fogs, that magnify the ſcene:
She, tinſel'd o'er in robes of varying hues,
With ſelf-applauſe her wild creation views,
Sees momentary monſters riſe and fall,
And with her own fools-colours gild them all.
'Twas on the day, when Thorold, rich and grave,
Like Cimon triumph'd both on land and wave:
[80] (Pomps without guilt, of bloodleſs ſwords and maces,
Glad chains, warm furs, broad banners, and broad faces)
Now Night deſcending, the proud ſcene was o'er,
But liv'd, in Settle's numbers, one day more.
[81] Now May'rs and Shrieves all huſh'd and ſatiate lay,
Yet eat, in dreams, the cuſtard of the day;
While penſive Poets painful vigils keep,
Sleepleſs themſelves to give their readers ſleep.
Much to the mindful Queen the feaſt recalls
What City Swans once ſung within the walls;
[82] Much ſhe revolves their arts, their ancient praiſe,
And ſure ſucceſſion down from Heywood's days.
She ſaw with joy the line immortal run,
Each ſire impreſt and glaring in his ſon;
So watchful Bruin forms with plaſtic care
Each growing lump, and brings it to a Bear.
She ſaw old Pryn in reſtleſs Daniel ſhine,
And Euſden eke out Blackmore's endleſs line;
[83] She ſaw ſlow Philips creep like Tate's poor page,
And all the mighty Mad in Dennis rage.
[84]
In each ſhe marks her image full expreſt,
But chief, in Tibbald's monſter-breeding breaſt;
[85] Sees Gods with Daemons in ſtrange league ingage,
And earth, and heav'n, and hell her battles wage.
[86]
She ey'd the Bard, where ſupperleſs he ſate,
And pin'd, unconſcious of his riſing fate;
[87] Studious he ſate, with all his books around,
Sinking from thought to thought, a vaſt profund!
[88] Plung'd for his ſenſe, but found no bottom there;
Then writ, and flounder'd on, in mere deſpair.
[89] He roll'd his eyes that witneſs'd huge diſmay,
Where yet unpawn'd, much learned lumber lay:
[90] Volumes, whoſe ſize the ſpace exactly fill'd,
Or which fond authors were ſo good to gild,
Or where, by ſculpture made for ever known,
The page admires new beauties, not its own.
[91] Here ſwells, the ſhelf with Ogilby the great:
There, ſtamp'd with arms, Newcaſtle ſhines compleat:
[92] Here all his ſuff'ring brotherhood retire,
And 'ſcape the martyrdom of jakes and fire;
[93] A Gothic Vatican! of Greece and Rome
Well purg'd, and worthy Withers, Quarles, and Blome.
But high above, more ſolid Learning ſhone,
The Claſſics of an Age that heard of none;
There Caxton ſlept, with Wynkin at his ſide,
One claſp'd in wood, and one in ſtrong cow-hide,
[94] There, ſav'd by ſpice, like mummies, many a year,
Old Bodies of Philoſophy appear:
De Lyra there a dreadful front extends,
And here, the groaning ſhelves Philemon bends.
[95]
Of theſe, twelve volumes, twelve of ampleſt ſize,
Redeem'd from tapers and defrauded pyes,
Inſpir'd he ſeizes: Theſe an altar raiſe:
An hecatomb of pure, unſully'd lays
That altar crowns: A folio Common-place
Founds the whole pyle, of all his works the baſe;
Quarto's, octavo's, ſhape the leſs'ning pyre;
And laſt, a little Ajax tips the ſpire.
Then he. Great Tamer of all human art!
Firſt in my care, and neareſt at my heart:
Dulneſs! whoſe good old cauſe I yet defend,
With whom my Muſe began, with whom ſhall end!
[96] O thou, of buſineſs the directing ſoul,
To human heads like byaſs to the bowl,
Which as more pondrous makes their aim more true,
Obliquely wadling to the mark in view.
O ever gracious to perplex'd mankind!
Who ſpread a healing miſt before the mind,
And, leſt we err by Wit's wild, dancing light,
Secure us kindly in our native night.
Ah! ſtill o'er Britain ſtretch that peaceful wand,
Which lulls th' Helvetian and Batavian land;
Where rebel to thy throne if Science riſe,
She does but ſhew her coward face and dies:
There, thy good Scholiaſts with unweary'd pains
Make Horace flat, and humble Maro's ſtrains;
Here ſtudious I unlucky moderns ſave,
Nor ſleeps one error in its father's grave,
[97] Old puns reſtore, loſt blunders nicely ſeek,
And crucify poor Shakeſpear once a week.
For thee I dim theſe eyes, and ſtuff this head,
With all ſuch reading as was never read
[98] For thee ſupplying, in the worſt of days,
Notes to dull books, and prologues to dull plays;
For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it,
And write about it, Goddeſs, and about it;
So ſpins the ſilk-worm ſmall its ſlender ſtore,
And labours, 'till it clouds itſelf all o'er.
Not that my quill to Critiques was confin'd,
My Verſe gave ampler leſſons to mankind;
So graveſt precepts may ſucceſsleſs prove,
But ſad examples never fail to move.
As forc'd from wind-guns, lead itſelf can fly,
And pond'rous ſlugs cut ſwiftly thro' the sky;
As clocks to weight their nimble motion owe,
The wheels above urg'd by the load below;
[99] Me, emptineſs and dulneſs could inſpire,
And were my elaſticity and fire.
Had Heav'n decreed ſuch works a longer date,
Heav'n had decreed to ſpare the Grubſtreet-ſtate.
But ſee great Settle to the duſt deſcend,
And all thy cauſe and empire at an end!
Cou'd Troy be ſav'd by any ſingle hand,
His gray-gooſe weapon muſt have made her ſtand.
But what can I? my Flaccus caſt aſide,
Take up th' Attorney's (once my better) guide?
Or rob the Roman geeſe of all their glories,
And ſave the ſtate by cackling to the Tories?
Yes, to my Country I my pen conſign,
Yes, from this moment, mighty Miſt! am thine,
[100] And rival, Curtius! of thy fame and zeal,
O'er head and ears plunge for the publick weal.
Adieu my children! better thus expire
Unſtall'd, unſold, thus glorious mount in fire
[101] Fair without ſpot; than greas'd by grocer's hands,
Or ſhipp'd with Ward to ape and monkey lands,
Or wafting ginger, round the ſtreets to go,
And viſit alehouſe where ye firſt did grow.
With that, he lifted thrice the ſparkling brand,
And thrice he dropt it from his quiv'ring hand:
Then lights the ſtructure, with averted eyes;
The rowling ſmokes involve the ſacrifice.
[102] The opening clouds diſcloſe each work by turns,
Now flames old Memnon, now Rodrigo burns,
[103] In one quick flaſh ſee Proſerpine expire,
And laſt, his own cold Aeſchylus took fire.
Then guſh'd the tears, as from the Trojan's eyes
When the laſt blaze ſent Ilion to the skies.
[104]
Rowz'd by the light, old Dulneſs heav'd the head;
Then ſnatch'd a ſheet of Thulè from her bed,
Sudden ſhe flies, and whelms it o'er the pyre:
Down ſink the flames, and with a hiſs expire.
Her ample preſence fills up all the place;
A veil of fogs dilates her awful face:
[105] Great in her charms! as when on Shrieves and May'rs
She looks, and breathes her ſelf into their airs.
She bids her wait him to the ſacred Dome;
Well-pleas'd he enter'd, and confeſs'd his home:
So Spirits ending their terreſtrial race,
Aſcend, and recognize their native place.
Raptur'd, he gazes round the dear retreat,
And in ſweet numbers celebrates the ſeat,
[106]
Here to her Choſen all her works ſhe ſhews;
Proſe ſwell'd to verſe, Verſe loitring into proſe;
How random thoughts now meaning chance to find,
Now leave all memory of ſenſe behind:
How prologues into prefaces decay,
And theſe to notes are fritter'd quite away.
How index-learning turns no ſtudent pale,
Yet holds the eel of ſcience by the tail.
How, with leſs reading than makes felons 'ſcape,
Leſs human genius than God gives an ape,
Small thanks to France, and none to Rome or Greece,
A paſt, vamp'd, future, old, reviv'd, new piece,
'Twixt Plautus, Fletcher, Congreve, and Corneille,
Can make a Cibber, Johnſon, or Ozell.
[107]
The Goddeſs then, o'er his anointed head,
With myſtic words, the ſacred Opium ſhed;
[108] And lo! her bird (a monſter of a fowl!
Something betwixt a Heideggre and owl,
Perch'd on his crown. All hail! and hail again,
My ſon! the promis'd land expects thy reign.
Know, Settle cloy'd with cuſtard, and with praiſe,
Is gather'd to the dull of antient days,
[109] Safe, where no Critics damn, no duns moleſt,
Where wretched Withers, Banks, and Gildon reſt,
And high-born Howard, more majeſtic ſire,
Impatient waits, till ** grace the quire.
I ſee a chief, who leads my choſen ſons,
All arm'd with points, antitheſes and puns!
I ſee a Monarch, proud my race to own!
A Nurſing-mother, born to rock the throne!
[110] Schools, courts, and ſenates ſhall my laws obey,
Till Albion, as Hibernia, bleſs my ſway.
She ceas'd: her owls reſponſive clap the wing,
And Grubſtreet garrets roar, God ſave the king.
So when Jove's block deſcended from on high,
(As ſings thy great fore-father, Ogilby,)
[111] Loud thunder to its bottom ſhook the bog,
And the hoarſe nation croak'd, God ſave King Log!

REMARKS on BOOK the FIRST.

[66]

This Poem was writ in 1726. In the next year an imperfect Edition was publiſhed at Dublin, and reprinted at London in 120. another at Dublin, and another at London in 8vo, and three others in 120. the ſame year. But there was no perfect Edition before that of London in 4to 1728-9, which was attended with the following Notes. We are willing to acquaint Poſterity that this Poem (as it here ſtands) was preſented to King George the Second and his Queen, by the hands of Sir Robert Walpole, on the 12th of March, 1728-9.

[67] The Dunciad, Sic M. S. It may be well diſputed whether this be a right reading? Ought it not rather to be ſpelled Dunceiad, as the Etymology evidently demands? Dunce with an e. therefore Dunceiad with an e. That accurate and punctual Man of Letters, the Reſtorer of Shakeſpeare, conſtantly obſerves the preſervation of this very letter e, in ſpelling the name of his beloved Author, and not like his common careleſs Editors, with the omiſſion of one, nay ſometimes of two ee's [as Shak'ſpear] which is utterly unpardonable. Nor is the neglect of a Single Letter ſo trivial as to ſome it may appear; the alteration whereof in a learned language is an Atchievement that brings honour to the Critic who advances it; and Dr. B. will be remembered to poſterity for his performances of this ſort, as long as the world ſhall have any eſteem for the Remains of Menander and Philemon. THEOBALD.

I have a juſt value for the letter E, and the ſame affection for the name of this poem, as the forecited Critic for that of his author; yet cannot it induce me to agree with thoſe who would add yet another e to it, and call it the Dunceiade; which being a French [68] and foreign termination, is no way proper to a word entirely Engliſh, and vernacular. One e therefore in this caſe is right, and two e's wrong. Yet upon the whole I ſhall follow the Manuſcript, and print it without any e at all; mov'd thereto by Authority, at all times, with Critics, equal if not ſuperior to Reaſon. In which method of proceeding, I can never enough praiſe my very good friend, the exact Mr. Tho. Hearne; who, if any word occur which to him and all mankind is evidently wrong, yet keeps he it in the Text with due reverence, and only remarks in the Margin, ſic M. S. In like manner we ſhall not amend this error in the Title itſelf, but only note it obiter, to evince to the learned that it was not our fault, nor any effect of our ignorance or inattention. SCRIBLERUS.

V. 1.

Books and the Man I ſing, the firſt who brings
The Smithfield Muſes to the Ear of Kings.]

Wonderful is the ſtupidity of all the former Critics and Commentators on this work! it breaks forth at the very firſt line. The author of the Critique prefix'd to Sawney, a Poem, p. 5. hath been ſo dull as to explain The Man who brings, &c. not of the Hero of the piece, but of our Poet himſelf, as if he vaunted that Kings were to be his readers (an honour which tho' [69] this Poem hath had, yet knoweth he how to receive it with more modeſty.)

We remit this Ignorant to the firſt lines of the Aeneid; aſſuring him, that Virgil there ſpeaketh not of himſelf, but of Aeneas.

Arma virumque cano, Trojae qui primus ab oris,
Italiam fato profugus, Lavinaque venit
Litora: multum ille & terris jactatus & alto, &c.

I cite the whole three verſes, that I may by the way offer a Conjectural Emendation, purely my own, upon each: Firſt, oris ſhould be read aris, it being as we ſee Aen. 2. 513. from the altar of Jupiter Hercaeus that Aeneas fled as ſoon as he ſaw Priam ſlain. In the ſecond line I would read flatu for fato, ſince it is moſt clear it was by Winds that he arrived at the ſhore of Italy. jactatus in the third, is ſurely as improperly apply'd to terris, as proper to alto: to ſay a man is toſt on land, is much at one with ſaying he walks at ſea. Riſum teneatis amici? Correct it, as I doubt not it ought to be, vexatus. SCRIBLERUS.

V. 2. The Smithfield Muſes.] Smithfield is the place where Bartholomew Fair was kept, whoſe ſhews, machines, and dramatical entertainments, formerly agreeable only to the taſte of the Rabble, were, by the Hero of this poem and others of equal genius, brought to the Theatres of Covent-Garden, Lincolns-Inn-Fields, and the Hay-Market, to be the reigning pleaſures of the Court and Town. This happened in the [70] year 1725, and continued many years. See Book 3. Verſe 227, &c.

V. 10. Daughter of Chaos, &c.]’ The beauty of this whole Allegory being purely of the poetical kind, we think it not our proper buſineſs as a Scholiaſt to meddle with it, but to leave it (as we ſhall in general all ſuch) to the reader: remarking only, that Chaos (according to Heſiod's [...]) was the Progenitor of all the Gods. SCRIBL.

V. 21. Or praiſe the Court, or magnify Mankind.]’ Ironicè, alluding to Gulliver's repreſentations of both—The next line relates to the papers of the Drapier againſt the currency of Wood's Copper Coin in Ireland, [71] which upon the great diſcontent of the people, his Majeſty was graciouſly pleaſed to recal.

V. 23. From thy Baeotia.]’ Baeotia of old lay under the raillery of the neighbouring Wits, as Ireland does now; tho' each of thoſe nations produced one of the greateſt Wits, and greateſt Generals, of their age.

V. 24. Grieve not, my Swift! at ought our realm acquires.] Ironicè iterum. The Politicks of England and Ireland were at this time thought to be oppoſite, or interfering with each other Dr. Swift of courſe was in the intereſt of the latter, our Author of the former.

V. 26. A new Saturnian Age of Lead.]The ancient golden Age is by Poets ſtiled Saturnian; but in the chymical language, Saturn is Lead.

V. 27. Where wave the tatter'd Enſigns of Rag-fair.]’ Rag-fair is a place near the Tower of London, where old cloaths and frippery are ſold.

V. 28, 31.

A yawning ruin hangs and nods in air.—
Here in one Bed two ſhiv'ring Siſters lie,
The Ca [...]e of Poverty and Poetry.]

Hear upon this place the forecited Critic on the Dunciad. ‘"Theſe lines (ſaith he) have no conſtruction, [72] or are nonſenſe. The two ſhivering ſiſters muſt be the ſiſter-caves of Poverty and Poetry, or the bed and cave of Poverty and Poetry muſt be the ſame, (queſtionleſs, if they lie in one bed) and the two ſiſters the lord knows who?"’ O the conſtruction of grammatical heads! Virgil writeth thus: Aen. 1.

Fronte ſub adverſa ſcopulis pendentibus antrum:
Intus aquae dulces, vivoque ſedilia ſaxo;
Nympharum domus.—

May we not ſay in like manner, ‘"The nymphs muſt be the waters and the ſtones, or the waters and the ſtones muſt be the houſes of the nymphs?"’ Inſulſe! The ſecond line, Intus aquae, &c. is in a parentheſis (as are the two lines of our Author, Keen hollow Winds, &c.) and it is the Antrum, and the yawning ruin, in the line before that parentheſis, which are the Domus and the Cave.

Let me again, I beſeech thee, Reader, preſent thee with another Conjectural Emendation on Virgil's ſcopulis pendentibus: He is here deſcribing a place, whither the weary Mariners of Aeneas repaired to dreſs their dinner.—Feſſi—frugeſ (que) receptas Et torrere parant flammis: What has ſcopulis pendentibus here to do? indeed the aquae dulces and ſedilia are ſomething; ſweet waters to drink, and ſeats to reſt on: the other is [73] ſurely an error of the Copyiſts. Reſtore it, without the leaſt ſcruple, Populis prandentibus.

SCRIBLERUS.

V. 33. The Great Mother.]’ Magna mater, here apply'd to Dulneſs. The Quidnunc's, a name given to the ancient members of certain political clubs, who were conſtantly enquiring, quid nunc? what news?

V. 38. Curl's chaſte preſs, and Lintot's rubric poſt.] Two Bookſellers, of whom ſee Book 2. The former was fined by the Court of King's-Bench for publiſhing obſcene books; the latter uſually adorn'd his ſhop with titles in red letters.

[74] V. 39. Hence hymning Tyburn's elegiac lay.] It is an ancient Engliſh cuſtom for the Malefactors to ſing a Pſalm at their execution at Tyburn; and no leſs cuſtomary to print Elegies on their deaths, at the ſame time, or before.

V. 40. and 42. allude to the annual ſongs compoſed to muſic on St. Cecilia's Feaſt, and thoſe made by the Poet-Laureat for the time being, to be ſung at Court on every New-years-day, the words of which are happily drown'd in the voices and inſtruments.

V. 41. Is a juſt ſatire on the Flatteries and Falſehoods admitted to be inſcribed on the walls of Churches in Epitaphs.

[75] I muſt not here omit a Reflection, which will occur perpetually through this poem; and cannot but greatly endear the Author to every attentive obſerver of it: I mean that Candour and Humanity which every where appears in him to thoſe unhappy objects of the ridicule of all mankind, the bad poets. He here imputes all ſcandalous rhimes, ſcurrilous weekly papers, lying news, baſe flatteries, wretched elegies, ſongs and verſes (even from thoſe ſung at Court, to ballads in the ſtreets) not ſo much to malice or ſervility, as to dulneſs; and not ſo much to dulneſs, as to neceſſity; And thus at the very commencement of his ſatire, makes an apology for all that are to be ſatirized.

V. 48. Who hunger, and who thirſt.] ‘"This is an alluſion to a Text in ſcripture, which ſhews, in Mr. Pope, a delight in prophaneneſs (ſaid Curl upon this place."’) But 'tis very familiar with Shakeſpeare to allude to paſſages of ſcripture: Out of a great number I'll ſelect a few, in which he not only alludes [76] to, but quotes the very Texts from holy Writ. In All's well that ends well, I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, I have not much skill in graſs. Ibid. They are for the flowry way that leads to the broad gate and the great fire, Mat. 7. 13. In Much ado about nothing: All, all, and moreover God ſaw him when he was hid in the garden, Gen. 3. 8. (in a very jocoſe ſcene.) In Love's labour loſt, he talks of Sampſon's carrying the gates on his back; in the Merry Wives of Windſor, of Goliah and the Weaver's beam; and in [77] Henry 4. Falſtaff's Soldiers are compared to Lazarus and the Prodigal Son. The firſt part of this Note is Mr. CURL'S, The reſt is Mr. THEOBALD's Appendix to Shakeſpeare reſtor'd. p. 144.

V. 61. Here one poor Word a hundred clenches makes.] It may not be amiſs to give an inſtance or two of theſe operations of Dulneſs out of the works of her Sons celebrated in the poem. A great Critic formerly held theſe clenches in ſuch abhorrence, that he declared, "he that would pun, would pick a pocket." Yet Mr. Dennis's works afford us notable examples in this kind. ‘"Alexander Pope hath ſent abroad into the world as many Bulls as his nameſake Pope Alexander..—Let us take the initial and final letters of his Name, viz. A. P—E, and they [78] give you the idea of an Ape.—Pope comes from the Latin word Popa, which ſignifies a little Wart; or from poppyſma, becauſe he was continually popping out ſquibs of wit, or rather Popyſmata, or Po-piſms."’ DENNIS on Hom. and Daily Journal June 11. 1728.

V. 68. How Farce and Epic—How Time himſelf, &c.]’ allude to the tranſgreſſions of the Unities, in the Plays of ſuch poets. For the miracles wrought upon Time and Place, and the mixture of Tragedy, Comedy, Farce and Epic, ſee Pluto and Proſerpine, Penelope, &c. if yet extant.

V. 71. ‘Aegypt glads with ſhow'rs.] In the lower Aegypt Rain is of no uſe, the overflowing of the Nile being ſufficient to impregnate the ſoil.—Theſe ſix verſes repreſent the inconſiſtencies in the deſcription of poets, who heap together all glittering and gawdy images, tho' incompatible in one ſeaſon, or in one [79] ſcene.—See the Guardian, No. 40. parag. 6. See alſo Euſden's whole works if to be found. It would not have been unpleaſant, to have given Examples of all theſe ſpecies of bad writing from theſe Authors, but that it is already done in our treatiſe of the Bathos. SCRIBL.

V. 83. 'Twas on the day, when Thorold, rich and grave.] Sir George Thorold Lord Mayor of London, in the year 1720. The proceſſion of a Lord Mayor is made partly by land and partly by water.—Cimon the famous Athenian General obtained a victory [80] by ſea, and another by land on the ſame day, over the Perſians and Barbarians.

V. 86. Glad Chains.] The ignorance of theſe Moderns! This was alter'd in one edition to Gold chains, ſhewing more regard to the metal of which the chains of Aldermen are made, than to the beauty of the Latiniſm and Greciſm, nay of figurative ſpeech itſelf.—laetas ſegetes, glad, for making glad, &c. SCRIBLERUS.

V. 88. But liv'd, in Settle's numbers, one day more.] A beautiful manner of ſpeaking, uſual with poets in praiſe of poetry, in which kind nothing is finer than thoſe lines of Mr. Addiſon.

Sometimes miſguided by the tuneful throng,
I look for ſtreams immortaliz'd in ſong,
That loſt in ſilence and oblivion lye,
Dumb are their fountains, and their channels dry,
Yet run for ever by the Muſes skill,
And in the ſmooth deſcription murmur ſtill.

V. 88. But liv'd in Settle's numbers one day more.] Settle was alive at this time, and poet to the City of London. His office was to compoſe yearly panegyricks upon the Lord Mayors, and verſes to be ſpoken in the Pageants: but that part of the ſhows being frugally at length aboliſhed, the employment of City-Poet [81] ceas'd; ſo that upon Settle's demiſe, there was no ſucceſſor to that place. This important point of time our Poet has choſen as the Criſis of the Kingdom of Dulneſs, who thereupon decrees to remove her Imperial Seat: To which great enterprize, all things being now ripe, ſhe calls the Hero of this poem.

Mr. Settle was once a writer in ſome vogue, particularly with his party; for he was the Author or publiſher of many noted pamphlets in the time of King Charles the ſecond. He anſwer'd all Dryden's political poems; and being cried up on one ſide, ſucceeded not a little in his Tragedy of the Empreſs of Morocco (the firſt that was ever printed with cuts.) ‘"Upon this he grew inſolent, the Wits writ againſt his Play, he replied, and the Town judged he had the better. In ſhort Settle was then thought a formidable rival to Mr. Dryden; and not only the Town, but the Univerſity of Cambridge was divided which to prefer; and in both places the younger ſort inclined to Elkanab."’ DENNIS, Pref. to Rem. on Hom.

For the latter part of his hiſtory, ſee the Note on the third Book, verſe 279.

[82] V. 96. John Heywood.] Whoſe Interludes were printed in the time of Henry the eighth.

V. 101. Old Pryn in reſtleſs Daniel.] The firſt edition had it, She ſaw in Norton all his father ſhine; a great miſtake! for Daniel de Foe had parts, but Norton de Foe was a wretched writer, and never attempted Poetry. Much more juſtly is Daniel himſelf made ſucceſſor to W. Pryn, both of whom wrote Verſes as well as Politicks; as appears by the poem De jure divino, &c. of De Foe, and by theſe lines in Cowley's Miſcellanies of the other.

—One lately did not fear
(Without the Muſes leave) to plant verſe here.
But it produc'd ſuch baſe, rough, crabbed, hedge-
Rhymes, as e'en ſet the hearers ears on edge:
Written by William Prynn Eſqui-re, the
Year of our Lord, ſix hundred thirty-three.
Brave Jerſey Muſe! and he's for his high ſtile
Call'd to this day the Homer of the Iſle.

And both theſe authors had a reſemblance in their fates as well as writings, having been alike ſentenc'd to the Pillory.

[83] V. 102. And Euſden eke out, &c.] Laurence Euſden, Poet Laureate: Mr. Jacob gives a catalogue of ſome few only of his works, which were very numerous. Mr. Cook in his Battle of Poets ſaith of him,

Euſden, a laurel'd Bard, by fortune rais'd,
By very few was read, by fewer prais'd.

Mr. Oldmixon in his Arts of Logic and Rhetoric p. 413, 414. affirms, ‘"That of all the Galimatia's he ever met with, none comes up to ſome verſes of this Poet, which have as much of the Ridiculum and the Fuſtian in 'em as can well be jumbled together, and are of that ſort of nonſenſe which ſo perfectly confounds all Idea's, that there is no diſtinct one left in the mind. Further he ſays of him, that he hath prophecy'd his own poetry ſhall be ſweeter than Catullus, Ovid, and Tibullus, but we have little hope of the accompliſhment of it from what he hath lately publiſh'd."’ Upon which Mr. Oldmixon has not ſpar'd a reflection, ‘"That the putting the Laurel on the head of one who writ ſuch verſes, will give futurity a very lively idea of the Judgment and juſtice of thoſe who beſtow'd it."’ Ibid. p. 417. But the well-known learning of that Noble Perſon who was then Lord Chamberlain, might have ſcreen'd him from this unmannerly reflection. Mr. Euſden was made Laureate for the ſame reaſon that [84] Mr. Tibbald was made Hero of This Poem, becauſe there was no better to be had. Nor ought Mr. Oldmixon to complain, ſo long after, that the Laurel would better have become his own brows, or any other's: It were more decent to acquieſce in the opinion of the Duke of Buckingham upon this matter.

—In ruſh'd Euſden, and cry'd, Who ſhall have it,
But I the true Laureate to whom the King gave it?
Apollo begg'd pardon, and granted his claim,
But vow'd, that till then he ne'er heard of his name.
Seſſion of Poets.

Of Blackmore, ſee book 2. verſe 256. Of Philips, book 3. verſe 322.

Nahum Tate was Poet-Laureate, a cold writer, of no invention, but ſometimes tranſlated tolerably when befriended by Mr. Dryden. In his ſecond part of Abſalom and Achitophel are above two hundred admirable lines together of that great hand, which ſtrongly ſhine through the inſipidity of the reſt Something parallel may be obſerved of another Author here mention'd.

V. 104. And all the Mighty Mad.] This is by no means to be underſtood literally, as if Mr. Dennis were really mad, according to the Narrative of Dr. Norris in Swift and Pope's Miſcellanies, vol 3 No—I is ſpoken of that Excellent and Divine Madneſs, ſo often mention'd by Plato, that poetical rage an enthuſiaſm, with which Mr. D. hath, in his time, been highly [85] poſſeſſed; and of thoſe extraordinary hints and, motions whereof he himſelf ſo feelingly treats in his preface to the Rem. on Pr. Arth. [See notes on book 2. verſe 256.] SCRIBL.

V. 104. And all the Mighty Mad in Dennis rage.] Mr. Theobald in the Cenſor, vol. 2. No. 33. calls Mr. Dennis by the name of Furius. ‘"The modern Furius is to be look'd on as more the object of pity, than of that which he daily provokes, laughter and contempt. Did we really know how much this poor man (I wiſh that reflection on poverty had been ſpared) ſuffers by being contradicted, or which is the ſame thing in effect, by hearing another praiſed; we ſhould in compaſſion ſometimes attend to him with a ſilent nod, and let him go away with the triumphs of his ill nature.—Poor Furius (again) when any of his cotemporaries are ſpoken well of, quitting the ground of the preſent diſpute, ſteps back a thouſand years to call in the ſuccour of the Ancients. His very panegyrick is ſpiteful, and he uſes it for the ſame reaſon as ſome Ladies do their commendations of a dead beauty, who never would have had their good word, but that a living one happened to be mentiond in their company. His applauſe is not the tribute of his Heart, but the ſacrifice of his Revenge,"’ &c. Indeed his pieces againſt our Poet are ſomewhat of an angry character, and as they are now ſcarce extant, a [86] taſte of his ſtile may be ſatisfactory to the curious. ‘"A young ſquab, ſhort gentleman, whoſe outward form though it ſhould be that of downright monkey, would not differ ſo much from human ſhape, as his unthinking immaterial part does from human underſtanding.—He is as ſtupid and as venomous as a hunchbacked toad—A book through which folly and ignorance, thoſe brethren ſo lame and impotent, do ridiculouſly look very big, and very dull, and ſtrut, and hobble cheek by jowl, with their arms on kimbo, being led and ſupported, and bully-backed by that blind Hector, Impudence."’ Reflect. on the Eſſay on Crit. pag. 26, 29, 30.

It would be unjuſt not to add his reaſons for this Fury, they are ſo ſtrong and ſo coercive. ‘"I regard him (ſaith he) as an Enemy, not ſo much to me, as to my King, to my Country, to my Religion, and to that Liberty which has been the ſole felicity of my life. A vagary of fortune, who is ſometimes pleaſed to be frolickſome, and the epidemick Madneſs of the times, have given him Reputation, and Reputation (as Hobbs ſays) is Power, and that has made him dangerous. Therefore I look on it as my duty to King George, whoſe faithful ſubject I am; to my Country, of which I have appeared a conſtant lover; to the Laws, under whoſe protection I have ſo long lived; and to the Liberty of my Country, more dear than life to me, of which I [87] have now for forty years been a conſtant aſſerter, &c. I look upon it as my duty, I ſay, to do—you ſhall ſee what—to pull the lion's skin from this little Aſs, which popular error has thrown round him; and to ſhew, that this Author who has been lately ſo much in vogue, has neither ſenſe in his thoughts, nor engliſh in his expreſſions."’ DENNIS. Rem. on Hom. Pref. p. 2. and p. 91, &c.

Beſides theſe publick-ſpirited reaſons, Mr. D. had a private one; which by his manner of expreſſing it in page 92, appears to have been equally ſtrong. He was even in bodily fear of his life, from the machinations of the ſaid Mr. P. ‘"The ſtory (ſays he) is too long to be told, but who would be acquainted with it, may hear it from Mr. Curl my Bookſeller.—However, what my reaſon has ſuggeſted to me, that I have with a juſt confidence ſaid, in defiance of his two clandeſtine weapons, his Slander and his Poyſon."’ Which laſt words of his book plainly diſcover, Mr. D. his ſuſpicion was that of being poyſoned, in like manner as Mr. Curl had been before him. Of which fact, ſee A full and true account of a horrid and barbarous revenge by poyſon on the body of Edmund Curl; printed in 1716, the year antecedent to that wherein theſe Remarks of Mr. Dennis were publiſhed. But what puts it beyond all queſtion, is a paſſage in a very warm treatiſe in which Mr. D. was alſo concerned, price two-pence, called, A true character of Mr. Pope [88] and his writings, printed for S. Popping, 1716. in the tenth page whereof he is ſaid, ‘"to have inſulted people on thoſe calamities and diſeaſes, which he himſelf gave them by adminiſtring Poyſon to them;"’ and is called (p. 4.) ‘"a lurking way-laying coward, and a ſtabber in the dark."’ Which (with many other things moſt lively ſet forth in that piece) muſt have render'd him a terror, not to Mr. Dennis only, but to all chriſtian people.

For the reſt, Mr. John Dennis was the ſon of a Sadler in London, born in 1657. He paid court to Mr. Dryden; and having obtained ſome correſpondence with Mr. Wycherly and Mr. Congreve, he immediately obliged the publick with their Letters. He made himſelf known to the Government by many admirable ſchemes and projects; which the Miniſtry, for reaſons beſt known to themſelves, conſtantly kept private. For his character as a writer, it is given us as follows. ‘"Mr. Dennis is excellent at pindarick writings, perfectly regular in all his performances, and a perſon of ſound Learning. That he is maſter of a great deal of Penetration and Judgment, his criticiſms (particularly on Prince Arthur) do ſufficiently demonſtrate."’ From the ſame account it alſo appears, that he writ Plays ‘"more to get Reputation than Money."’ DENNIS of himſelf. See Giles Jacob's Lives of Dram. Poets, gage 68, 69. compared with page 286.

[89] V. 106. But chief in Tibbald.]’ Lewis Tibbald (as pronounced) or Theobald (as written) was bred an Attorney, and ſon to an Attorney (ſays Mr. Jacob) of Sittenburn in Kent. He was Author of many forgotten Plays, Poems, and other pieces, and of ſeveral anonymous Letters in praiſe of them in Miſt's Journal. He was concern'd in a Paper call'd the Cenſor, and a tranſlation of Ovid, as we find from DENNIS'S remarks on Pope's Homer, p. 9, 10.. ‘"There is a notorious Idiot, one hight Whachum, who from an under-ſpur-leather to the Law, is become an underſtrapper to the Play houſe, who has lately burleſqu'd the Metamorphoſes of Ovid by a vile tranſlation, &c. This fellow is concern'd in an impertinent Paper called the Cenſor."’ But notwithſtanding this ſevere character, another Critic ſays of him, ‘"That he has given us ſome pieces which met with approbation: and that the Cave of Poverty is an excellent Poem."’ JACOB Lives of the Poets, vol. 2. p. 211. He had [90] once a mind to tranſlate the Odyſſey, the firſt book whereof was printed in 1717 by B. Lintot, and probably may yet be ſeen at his ſhop. What is ſtill in memory is a piece printed in 4to, 1726; it had the title of Shakeſpear Reſtored: Of this he was ſo proud himſelf, as to ſay in one of Miſt's Journals, June 8. "That to expoſe any errors in it was impracticable." And in another, April 27. ‘"That whatever care might for the future be taken either by Mr. P. or any other aſſiſtants, he would ſtill give above 500 emendations that ſhall eſcape them all."’ During two whole years while Mr. Pope was preparing his edition, he publiſh'd Advertiſements, requeſting aſſiſtance, and promiſing ſatisfaction to any who could contribute to its greater perfection. But this Reſtorer, who was at that time ſolliciting favours of him by letters, did wholly conceal that he had any ſuch deſign, till after its publication: (which he was ſince not aſham'd to own, in a Daily Journal of Nov. 26. 1728.) And then an outcry was made in the Prints, [91] that our Author had joined with the Bookſeller to raiſe an extravagant ſubſcription; in which he had no ſhare, of which he had no knowledge, and againſt which he had publickly advertiſed in his own Propoſals for Homer. Probably that proceeding elevated Tibbald to the dignity he holds in this Poem, which he ſeems to deſerve no other way better than his brethren; unleſs we impute it to the ſhare he had in the Journals, cited among the Teſtimonies of Authors prefix'd to this work.

V. 106.‘—monſter-breeding breaſt.] This alludes to the extravagancy of the Farces of that author; in which he alone could properly be repreſented as ſucceſſor to Settle, who had written Pope Joan, St. George for England, and other pieces for Bartlemew-Fair. See book 3. p. 279.

V. 109.‘—ſupperleſs he ſate.]It is amazing how the ſenſe of this has been miſtaken by all the former Commentators, who moſt idly ſuppoſe it to imply that the Hero of the Poem wanted a ſupper. In truth a great abſurdity! Not that we are ignorant that the Hero of Homer's Odyſſey is frequently in that circumſtance, and therefore it can no way derogate from the grandeur of Epic Poem to repreſent ſuch Hero under a calamity, to which the greateſt not only of Critics and Poets, but of Kings and Warriors, have been ſubject. But much more refin'd, I will venture to ſay, is the meaning of our author: It was to give us obliquely a curious precept, or what Boſſu calls a diſguiſed ſentence, [92] that "Temperance is the life of Study." The language of Poeſy brings all into action; and to repreſent a Critic encompaſs'd with books, but without a ſupper, is a picture which lively expreſſeth how much the true Critic prefers the diet of the mind to that of the body, one of which he always caſtigates and often totally neglects, for the greater improvement of the other. SCRIBLERUS.

V. 117. Volumes, whoſe ſize, &c.] This library is divided into two parts; the one (his polite learning) conſiſts of thoſe books which ſeem to be the models of his poetry, and are prefer'd for one of theſe three reaſons (uſual with collectors of Libraries) that they fitted the ſhelves, or were gilded for ſhew, or adorned with pictures: The other claſs our author calls ſolid learning; old bodies of Philoſophy, old Commentators, old engliſh Printers, or old engliſh Tranſlations; all very voluminous, and fit to erect Altars to Dulneſs.

V. 121.‘—Ogilby the great.] ‘"John Ogilby was one, who from a late initiation into literature, made ſuch a progreſs as might well ſtile him the Prodigy of his time! ſending into the world ſo many large Volumes! His tranſlations of Homer and Virgil, done to the life, and with ſuch excellent ſculptures! and (what added great grace to his works) he printed them all on ſpecial good paper, and in a very good letter."’ WINSTANLY, Lives of Poets.

[93] V. 122. There, ſtamp'd with arms, Newcaſtle ſhines compleat.] ‘"The Dutcheſs of Newcaſtle was one who buſied her ſelf in the raviſhing delights of Poetry; leaving to poſterity in print three ample Volumes of her ſtudious endeavours."’ WINSTANLY, ibid. Langbaine reckons up eight Folio's of her Grace's; which were uſually adorned with gilded covers, and had her coat of arms upon them.

V. 126.‘—worthy Withers, Quarles, and Blome.]’ ‘"George Withers was a great pretender to poetical zeal againſt the vices of the times, and abuſed the greateſt perſonages in power, which brought upon him frequent Correction. The Marſhalſea and Newgate were no ſtrangers to him."’ WINSTANLY. Quarles was as dull a writer, but an honeſter man. Blome's books are remarkable for their cuts.

V. 129, Caxton.] A Printer in the time of Edw. 4. Rich. 3. and Hen. 7. Wynkin de Word, his ſucceſſor, in that of Hen. 7. and 8. The former tranſlated into proſe Virgil's Aeneis as a hiſtory; of which he ſpeaks in his Proeme in a very ſingular manner, as of a book hardly known. "Happened that to my hande cam a lytyl book in frenſhe. whiche late was tranſlated out of [94] latyn by ſome noble clerke of fraunce, whiche booke is named Eneydos (made in latyn by that noble poete & grete clerk Vyrgyle) whiche booke I ſawe over and redde therein. How after the generall deſtruccyon of the grete Troy, Eneas departed berynge his olde fader anchiſes upon his ſholdres, his lytyl ſon yolas on his hande. his wyfe with moche other people followynge, and how he ſhipped and departed wyth alle thyſtorye of his aduentures that he had er he cam to the atchievement of his conqueſt of ytalye, as all alonge ſhall be ſhewed in this preſent boke. In whiche booke I had grete playſyr, by cauſe of the fayr and honeſt termes & wordes in frenſhe, Whiche I neuer ſawe to ſore lyke. ne none ſo playſaunt ne ſo well ordred whiche booke as me ſemed ſholde be moche requyſyte to noble men to ſee, as wel for the eloquence as the hiſtoryes. How wel that many hondred yerys paſſed was the ſayd booke of Eneydos wyth other workes made and lerned dayly in ſcolis ſpecyally in ytalye and other places, which hiſtorye the ſaid Vyrgyle made in metre."

Tibbald quotes a rare paſſage from him in Miſt's Journal of March 16, 1728, concerning a ſtraunge and mervayllouſe beaſte called Sagittarye, which he would have Shakeſpear to mean rather than Teucer, the archer celebrated by Homer.

V. 133. Nich. de Lyra, or Harpsfeld, a very voluminous commentator, whoſe works in five vaſt folio's were printed in 1472.

[95] V. 134. ‘""Philemon Holland, Doctor in Phyſick. He tranſlated ſo many books, that a man would think he had done nothing elſe, inſomuch that he might be called Tranſlator-general of his age. The books alone of his turning into Engliſh, are ſufficient to make a Country Gentleman a compleat Library."’ WINSTANL.

V. 142. A little Ajax.] In duodecimo, tranſlated from Sophocles by Tibbald.

[96] V. 162. Ner ſleeps one error—Old puns reſtore, loſt blunders, &c.] As where he laboured to prove Shakeſpear guilty of terrible Anachroniſms, or low Conundrums, which Time had cover'd; and converſant in ſuch authors as Caxton and Wynkin, rather than in Homer or Chaucer. Nay, ſo far had he loſt his reverence to this incomparable author, as to ſay in print, He deſerv'd to be whipt. An inſolence which nothing ſure can parallel! but that of Dennis, who can be proved to have declared before company, that Shakeſpear was a Raſcal. O tempora! O mores. SCRIBLERUS.

[97] V. 164. And crucify poor Shakeſpear once a week.] For ſome time, once a week or fortnight, he printed in Miſt's Journal a ſingle remark or poor conjecture on ſome word or pointing of Shakeſpear, either in his own name, or in letters to himſelf as from others without name. He ſince publiſhed an edition of Shakeſpear, with alterations of the Text, upon bare conjectures either of his own, or any others who ſent them to him, to which Mr. M. alludes in theſe Verſes of his excellent Poem on Verbal Criticiſm,

He with low induſtry goes gleaning on,
From good, from bad, from mean, neglecting none:
His brother Bookworm ſo, on ſhelf or ſtall,
Will feed alike on Woolſton and on Paul
Such the grave bird in northern ſeas is found,
(Whoſe name a Dutchman only knows to ſound)
Where're the king of fiſh moves on before,
This humble friend attends from ſhore to ſhore;
With eye ſtill earneſt, and with bill declin'd,
He picks up what his patron drops behind;
With ſuch choice cates his palate to regale,
And is the careful Tibbald of a whale.

V. 166. With all ſuch reading as was never read.] Such as Caxton above-mention'd, the three deſtructions of Troy by Wynkin, and other like claſſicks.

[98] V. 168. Notes to dull books, and prologues to dull plays.] As to Cook's Heſiod, where ſometimes a note, and ſometimes even half a note, are carefully owned by him: And to Moore's Comedy of the Rival Modes, and other authors of the ſame rank: Theſe were people who writ about the year 1726.

V. 177. As forc'd from wind guns.]The Thought of theſe four verſes is found in a poem of our author's of a very early date (namely writ at fourteen years old, and ſoon after printed, To the author of a poem call'd Succeſſio,) where they ſtand thus,

The heavieſt Muſe the ſwifteſt courſe has gone,
As clocks run faſteſt when moſt lead is on.
—So forc'd from engines lead itſelf can fly,
And pond'rous ſlugs move nimbly thro' the sky.

[99] V. 189. My Flaccus.]’ A familiar manner of ſpeaking uſed by modern critics of a favourite author. Mr. T. might as juſtly ſpeak thus of Horace, as a French wit did of Tully, ſeeing his works in a library. Ah! moncher Ciceron! Je le connois bien: c'eſt le meme que Marc Tulle.

V. 190. Take up th' Attorney's Guide.]’ In alluſion to his firſt profeſſion of an attorney.

[100] V. 191. Or rob the Roman geeſe, &c.]’Relates to the well-known ſtory of the geeſe that ſaved the Capitol, of which Virgil, Aen. 8.

Atque hic auratis volitans argenteus anſer
Porticibus, Gallos in limine adeſſe canebat.

a paſſage I have always ſuſpected. Who ſees not the antitheſis of auratis and argenteus to be unworthy the Virgilian majeſty? and what abſurdity to ſay a gooſe ſings? canebat. Virgil gives a contrary character of the voice of this ſilly bird in Ec. 9.

—argutos interſtrepere anſer olores.

Read it therefore adeſſe ſtrepebat. And why auratis porticibus? does not the very verſe preceding this inform us,

Romuleoque recens horrebat regia culmo.

Is this thatch in one line, and gold in another, conſiſtent? I ſcruple not (repugnantibus omnibus manuſcriptis) to correct it, auritis. Horace uſes the ſame epithet in the ſame ſenſe,

Auritas fidibus canoris
Ducere quercus.

And to ſay that walls have ears is common even to a proverb. SCRIBL.

[101] V. 194. Mighty Miſt!]’ Nathaniel Miſt was publiſher of a famous Tory paper (ſee notes on l. 3.) in which this author was ſometimes permitted to have a part.

V. 197. Adieu my children!] This is a tender and paſſionate apoſtrophe to his own works which he is going to ſacrifice, agreeable to the nature of man in great affliction, and reflecting like a parent on the many miſerable fates to which they would otherwiſe be ſubject.

V. 200. Or ſhipp'd with Ward to ape and monkey land.] ‘"Edward Ward, a very voluminous poet in hudibraſtick verſe, but beſt known by the London Spy, [102] in proſe. He has of late years kept a publick houſe in the City (but in a genteel way) and with his wit, humour, and good liquor (Ale) afforded his gueſts a pleaſurable entertainment, eſpecially thoſe of the high-church party."’ JACOB Lives of Poets, vol. 2. p. 225. Great numbers of his works were yearly ſold into the plantations. Ward in a book call'd Apollo's Maggot, declar'd this account to be a great falſity, proteſting that his publick houſe was not in the City, but in Moorfields.

V. 208.

Now flames old Memnon, now Rodrigo burns,
In one quick flaſh ſee Proſerpine expire.]

Memnon, a hero in the Perſian Princeſs, very apt to take fire, as appears by theſe lines with which he begins the play,

By heav'n it fires my frozen blood with rage,
And makes it ſcald my aged trunk.—

Rodrigo, the chief perſonage of the Perfidious Brother (a play written between T. and a Watchmaker.) The Rape of Proſerpine, one of the farces of this author, in which Ceres ſetting fire to a corn field, endangered the burning of the play-houſe.

[103] V. 210. And laſt, his own cold Aeſchylus took fire.] He had been (to uſe an expreſſion of our poet) about Aeſchylus for ten years, and had received ſubſcriptions for the ſame, but then went about other books. The character of this tragic poet is fire and boldneſs in a high degree, but our author ſuppoſes it very much cooled by the tranſlation: upon ſight of a ſpecimen of which was made this Epigram,

Alas! poor Aeſchylus! unlucky dog!
Whom once a lobſter kill'd, and now a log.

But this is a grievous error, for Aeſchylus was not ſlain by the fall of a lobſter on his head, but of a tortoiſe. teſte Val. Max. l. 9. cap. 12. SCRIBL.

V. 212. When the laſt blaze ſent Ilion to the skies.] See Virgil Aen. 2. where I would adviſe the reader to peruſe the ſtory of Troy's deſtruction, rather than in Wynkin. But I caution him alike in both, to beware of a moſt grievous error, that of thinking it was brought about by I know not what Trojan Horſe; there never having been any ſuch thing. For firſt it was not Trojan, being made by the Greeks, and ſecondly it was [104] not a horſe, but a mare. This is clear from many verſes in Virgil,

Uterum armato milite complent—
Incluſos utero Danaos—
Can a horſe be ſaid Utero gerere? Again,
Uteroque recuſſo Inſonuere cavae—
Atque utero ſonitum quater arma dedere.
Nay is it not expreſly ſaid,
Scandit fatalis machina muros
Foeta armis

How is it poſſible the word foeta can agree with a horſe? and indeed can it be conceived, that the chaſte and virgin Goddeſs Pallas would employ her ſelf in forming and faſhioning the Male of that ſpecies? But this ſhall be prov'd to a demonſtration in our Virgil Reſtored. SCRIBLER.

V. 214. Thulè] An unfiniſhed poem of that name, of which one ſheet was printed fifteen years ago; by Amb. Philips, a northern author. It is an uſual method of putting out a fire, to caſt wetſheets upon it: Some critics have been of opinion, that this ſheet was of the nature of the Asbeſtos, which cannot be conſumed by fire; but I rather think it only an allegorical alluſion to the coldneſs and heavineſs of the writing.

[105] V. 221.‘—the ſacred dome.]’ The Cave of Poverty above-mention'd; where he no ſooner enters, but he reconnoitres the place of his original; as Plato ſays the ſpirits ſhall do, at their entrance into the celeſtial regions. His dialogue of the Immortality of the ſoul was tranſlated by T. in the familiar modern ſtile of Prithee Phaedo, and For God's ſake Socrates: printed for B. Lintot, 1713.

V. 226. And in ſweet numbers celebrates the ſeat.] He writ a poem call'd the Cave of Poverty, which concludes with a very extraordinary wiſh, ‘"That ſome great genius, or man of diſtinguiſh'd merit may be ſtarved, in order to celebrate her power, and deſcribe her cave."’ It was printed in octavo, 1715.

[106] V. 240. Can make a Cibber.]’ ‘"Mr. Colly Cibber, an author and actor, of a good ſhare of wit, and uncommon vivacity, which are much improved by the converſation he enjoys, which is of the beſt."’ JACOB Lives of Dram. Poets, p. 38. Beſides two volumes of plays in 4to, he has made up and tranſlated ſeveral others. Mr. Jacob omitted to remark, that he is particularly admirable in Tragedy.

V. 240.—Johnſon.] ‘"Charles Johnſon, famous for writing a play every ſeaſon, and for being at Button's every day: he had probably thriven better in his vocation, had he been a ſmall matter leaner: he may juſtly be called a martyr to obeſity, and to have fallen a victim to the rotundity of his parts."’ [107] CHARACT. of the TIMES, p. 19. Some of his plays are, Love in a Foreſt (Shakeſpear's As you like it) Wife's Relief (Shirley's Gameſter) The Victim (Racine's Iphigenia) The Sultaneſs (Racine's Bajazet, the prologue to which abuſed Dr. Arbuthnot, Mr. Pope, and Mr. Gay) The Cobler of Preſton, his own.

V. 240.‘—Or Ozell.]’ ‘"Mr. John Ozell, if we credit Mr. Jacob, did go to ſchool in Leiceſterſhire, where ſomebody left him ſomething to live on, when he ſhall retire from buſineſs. He was deſigned to be ſent to Cambridge in order for prieſtood; but he choſe rather to be placed in an office of accounts in the City, being qualified for the ſame by his skill in arithmetick, and writing the neceſſary hands. He has oblig'd the world with many tranſlations of French plays."’ JACOB Lives of Dram. Poets, p. 198.

Mr. Jacob's character of Mr. Ozell, ſeems vaſtly ſhort of his merits; and he ought to have further juſtice done him, having ſince fully confuted all Sarcaſms on his learning and genius, by an advertiſement of Sept. 20. 1729. in a paper call'd the Weekly Medley, &c. ‘"As to my learning, this envious wretch knew, and every body knows, that the whole bench of Biſhops, not long ago, were pleas'd to give me a purſe of guineas, for diſcovering the erroneous tranſlations of the common-prayer in Portugueſe, Spaniſh, French, Italian, &c. As for my genius, let Mr. Cleland ſhew better verſes in all Pope's works than Ozell's verſion of Boileau's Lutrin, which the late Lord [108] Halifax was ſo pleas'd with, that he complimented him with leave to dedicate it to him, &c. &c. Let him ſhew better and truer poetry in the Rape of the Lock, than in Ozell's Rape of the Bucket, (la Secchia rapita) which, becauſe an ingenious author happen'd to mention in the ſame breath with Pope's, viz. Let Ozell ſing the Bucket, Pope the Lock, the little Gentleman had like to run mad.—And Mr. Toland and Mr. Gildon publickly declar'd, Ozell's tranſlation of Homer to be, as it was prior, ſo likewiſe ſuperior to Pope's.—Surely, ſurely, every man is free to deſerve well of his country!"’ JOHN OZELL.

We cannot but ſubſcribe to ſuch reverend teſtimonies, as thoſe of the bench of Biſhops, Mr. Toland, and Mr. Gildon.

V 244. A Heideggre.] A ſtrange bird from Swizzerland, and not (as ſome have ſuppoſed) the name of an eminent perſon who was a man of parts, and as was ſaid of Petronius, Arbiter Elegantiarum.

[109] V. 250. Banks.] was author of the play of the Earl of Eſſex, Ann Boleyn, &c. He followed the law, as a ſollicitor, like Tibbald.

V. 250. Gildon.] Charles Gildon, a writer of criticiſms and libels of the laſt age, bred at St. Omer's with the Jeſuits, but renonuncing popery, he publiſh'd Blount's books againſt the divinity of Chriſt, the Oracles of reaſon, &c. He ſignaliz'd himſelf as a critic, having written ſome very bad plays; abuſed Mr. P. very ſcandalouſly in an anonymous pamphlet of the Life of Mr. Wycherley printed by Curl, in another called the New Rehearſal printed in 1714, in a third entitled the Compleat Art of Engliſh Poetry in two volumes, and others.

V. 251‘—Howard.] Hon. Edward Howard, author of the Britiſh Princes, and a great number of wonderful pieces, celebrated by the late Earls of Dorſet and Rocheſter, Duke of Buckingham, Mr. Waller, &c.

V. 252. Impatient waits, till ** grace the quire.] The reader may ſupply this verſe with H—y or V—y, [110] which he pleaſes, two Noble Men who liſted themſelves with the Gentlemen of the Dunciad, but whether noble Writers, may be judged by their works; a paper call'd An Epiſtle to a Doctor of Divinity from Hampton-Court, and another intitled, Dunces out of State, both printed in 1733.

V. 256. A Nurſing-mother.] Some underſtand this of Alma Mater, (who is ſaid in lib. 3. to be diſſolv'd in Port) others of Mother Osborne.

V. 258. As ſings thy great fore-father, Ogilby.]’ See his Aeſop. Fab. where this excellent hemyſtic is to be found. Our author manifeſts here, and elſewhere, a prodigious tenderneſs for the bad writers. We ſee he ſelects the only good paſſage perhaps in all that ever Ogilby writ; which ſhows how candid and patient a reader he muſt have been. What can be more kind and affectionate than theſe words in the preface to his Poems, 4to. 1717. where he labours to call up all our humanity and forgiveneſs toward theſe unlucky men, by the moſt moderate repreſentation of their caſe that has ever been given by any author? ‘"Much may be ſaid to extenuate the fault of bad poets: What we call a Genius is hard to be diſtinguiſh'd, by a man [111] himſelf, from a prevalent inclination: And if it be never ſo great, he can at firſt diſcover it no other way than by that ſtrong propenſity, which renders him the more liable to be miſtaken. He has no other method but to make the experiment by writing and ſo appealing to the judgment of others: And if he happens to write ill (which is certainly no ſin in itſelf) he is immediately made the object of ridicule! I wiſh we had the humanity to reflect, that even the worſt authors might endeavour to pleaſe us, and in that endeavour, deſerve ſomething at our hands. We have no cauſe to quarrel with them, but for their obſtinacy in perſiſting, and even that may admit of alleviating circumſtances: For their particular friends may be either ignorant, or unſincere; and the reſt of the world too well-bred, to ſhock them with a truth which generally their bookſellers are the firſt that inform them of."’

But how much all indulgence is loſt upon theſe people, may appear from the juſt reflection made on their conſtant conduct, and conſtant fate, in the following Epigram.

Ye little wits, that gleam'd a-while,
When P—pe vouchſaf'd a ray,
Alas! depriv'd of his kind ſmile,
How ſoon ye fade away!
[112] To compaſs Phoebus car about,
Thus empty vapours riſe;
Each lends his cloud, to put him out
That rear'd him to the Skies.
Alas! thoſe Skies are not your ſphere;
There, He ſhall ever burn:
Weep, weep and fall! for Earth ye were,
And muſt to Earth return.
End of the FIRST BOOK.

IMITATIONS.

[67]

V. 3.

Say great Patricians! ſince your ſelves inſpire
Theſe wond'rous Works—]

Ovid. Met. 1.
—Dii caeptis (nam vos mutaſtis & illas.)

[68] V. 6.] Alluding to a verſe of Mr. Dryden,

And Tom the ſecond reigns like Tom the firſt.

[73] V. 33. This the Great Mother, &c.]’

Aen. 1.
Urbs antiqua fuit—
Quam Juno fertur terris magis omnibus unam
Poſthabita coluiſſe Samo; hic illius arma,
Hic currus fuit: hic regnum Dea gentibus eſſe
(Siqua fata ſinant) jam tum tendit (que) fovet (que)

[74] V. 39. Hence hymning Tyburn—Hence, &c.]’

—Genus unde Latinum
Albani (que) patres, at (que) altae maenia Romae.
Virg. ibid.

V. 43. ‘In clouded majeſty ſhe ſhone.]’

Milton, Lib. 4.
—The Moon
Riſing in clouded Majeſty.—

[75] V. 45. ‘That knows no fears Of hiſſes, blows, or want, or loſs of ears.]’

Horat.
Quem ne (que) pauperies, ne (que) mors, ne (que) vincula [...]

[76] V. 53. Here ſhe beholds the Chaos dark and deep, Where nameleſs Somethings, &c.]’ That is to ſay, unformed things, which are either made into poems or plays, as the bookſellers or the players bid moſt. Theſe lines allude to the following in Garth's Diſpenſary, Cant. 6.

Within the chambers of the globe they ſpy
The beds where ſleeping vegetables lie,
'Till the glad ſummons of a genial ray
Unbinds the glebe, and calls them out to day.

[77] V. 62. And ductile dulneſs.] A Parody on a verſe in Garth, Cant. 1.

How ductile matter new meanders takes.

[79] 77. ‘The cloud-compelling Queen.]’ From Homer's epithet of Jupiter, [...].

[89] V. 115. ‘He roll'd his eyes that witneſs'd huge diſmay.]’

Milt. l. 1.
—Round he throws his eyes
That witneſs'd huge affliction and diſmay.

The progreſs of a bad Poet in his thoughts, being (like the progreſs of the Devil in Milton) thro' a Chaos, might probably ſuggeſt this imitation.

[90] V. 120. ‘—admires new beauties not its own.]’

Virg. Geor. 2.
Miraturque novas frondes & non ſua poma.

[95] V. 146. ‘With whom my Muſe began, with whom ſhall end.]’

Virg. Ecl. 8.
A te principium, tibi deſinet—from Theoc.
[...]

So Horace.

Prima dicte mibi, ſumma dicende camaena.

[99] V. 183. ‘Had heav'n decreed ſuch works a longer date, &c.]’

Virg. Aen. 2.
Me ſi coelicoloe voluiſſent ducere vitam,
Has mihi ſervaſſent ſedes.—

V. 187. ‘Could Troy be ſav'd—His gray-gooſe weapon.]’

Virg. ibid.
—Si Pergama dextra
Defendi poſſent, etiam hat defenſa fuiſſent.

[100] V. 197. ‘Adieu my children! &c.]’

Virg. Aen. 3.
—Felix Priameïa virgo!
Juſſa mori: quae ſortitus non pertulit ullos,
Nec victoris heri tetigit captiva cubile!
Nos patriâ incensâ, diverſa per aequor a vectae, &c.

[101] V. 202. ‘And viſit alehouſe.] ’

Waller on the navy,
Thoſe towers of oak o'er fertile plains may go,
And viſit mountains where they once did grow.

Ver. 203.

—He lifted thrice the ſparkling brand,
And thrice he dropt it.—]

Ovid of Althaea on the like occaſion, burning her offſpring,

Tum conata quater flammis imponere torrem,
Caepta quater tenuit.

[102] V. 208. ‘Now flames old Memnon, &c.]’

Virg. Aen. 2.
—Jam. Deiphobi dedit ampla ruinam
Vulcano ſuperante, domus; jam proximus ardet
Ucalegon.—

[105] V. 219.

Great in her charms! as when on Shrieves and May'rs
She looks, and breathes her ſelf into their airs.]

Alma parens confeſſa Deam; qualiſque videri
Coelicolis, & quanta ſolet—Virg. Aen. 2.

Et laetos oculis afflarat honores.—Id. Aen. 1.

THE DUNCIAD.

[113]
ARGUMENT to BOOK the SECOND.

The King being proclaimed, the ſolemnity is graced with publick games and ſports of various kinds; not inſtituted by the Hero, as by Aeneas in Virgil, but for greater honour by the Goddeſs in perſon (in like manner as the games Pythia, Iſthmia, &c. were anciently ſaid to be by the Gods, and as Thetis berſelf appearing according to Homer Odyſſ. 24. propoſed the prizes in honour of her ſon Achilles.) Hither flock the Poets and Criticks, attended, as is but juſt, with their Patrons and Bookſellers. The Goddeſs is firſt pleaſed for her diſport to propoſe games to the Bookſellers, and ſetteth up the phantom of a Poet which they contend to overtake. The Races deſcribed, with their divers accidents: next, the Game for a Poeteſs: then follow the exerciſes for the Poets, of [114] tickling, vociferating, diving: the firſt holds forth the arts and practices of Dedicators, the ſecond of diſputants and fuſtian poets, the third of profund, dark, and dirty authors. Laſtly, for the Critics, the Goddeſs propoſes (with great propriety) an exerciſe not of their parts but their patience; in hearing the works of two voluminous authors, one in verſe and the other in proſe, deliberately read, without ſleeping: The various effects of which, with the ſeveral degrees and manners of their operation, are here ſet forth: till the whole number, not of critics only, but of ſpectators, actors, and all preſent fall faſt aſleep, which naturally and neceſſarily ends the games.

HIGH on a gorgeous ſeat, that far out-ſhone
Henley's gilt tub, or Fleckno's Iriſh throne,
[115] Or that, where on her Curls the public pours,
All-bounteous, fragrant grains, and golden ſhow'rs:
[116] Great Tibbald nods: The proud Parnaſſian ſneer,
The conſcious ſimper, and the jealous leer,
Mix on his look. All eyes direct their rays
On him, and crowds grow fooliſh as they gaze.
Not with more glee, by hands pontific crown'd,
With ſcarlet hats, wide waving, circled round,
Rome in her Capitol ſaw Querno ſit,
Thron'd on ſev'n hills, the Antichriſt of wit.
[117]
To grace this honour'd day, the Queen proclaims
By herald hawkers, high heroic games.
She ſummons all her ſons: An endleſs band
Pours forth, and leaves unpeopled half the land;
A motley mixture! in long wigs, in bags,
In ſilks, in crapes, in garters, and in rags,
From drawing rooms, from colleges, from garrets,
On horſe, on foot, in hacks, and gilded chariots,
All who true dunces in her cauſe appear'd,
And all who knew thoſe dunces to reward.
Amid that Area wide ſhe took her ſtand,
Where the tall May-pole once o'erlook'd the Strand;
But now, ſo ANNE and piety ordain,
A church collects the ſaints of Drury-lane.
[118]
With authors, Stationers, obey'd the call,
The field of glory is a field for all;
Glory, and gain, th' induſtrious tribe provoke;
And gentle Dulneſs ever loves a joke;
A poet's form ſhe plac'd before their eyes,
And bad the nimbleſt racer ſeize the prize;
No meagre, muſe-rid mope, aduſt and thin,
In a dun night-gown of his own looſe skin,
But ſuch a bulk as no twelve bards could raiſe,
Twelve ſtarveling bards of theſe degen'rate days.
All as a partridge plump, full-fed, and fair,
She form'd this image of well-bodied air,
[119] With pert flat eyes ſhe window'd well its head,
A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead,
And empty words ſhe gave, and ſounding ſtrain,
But ſenſeleſs, lifeleſs! idol void and vain!
Never was daſh'd out, at one lucky hit,
A fool, ſo juſt a copy of a wit;
So like, that critics ſaid, and courtiers ſwore,
A wit it was, and call'd the phantom, More.
[120]
All gaze with ardour: ſome, a poet's name,
Others, a ſword-knot and lac'd ſuit inflame.
[121] But lofty Lintot in the circle roſe;
"This prize is mine; who tempt it, are my foes:
"With me began this genius, and ſhall end."
He ſpoke, and who with Lintot ſhall contend!
Fear held them mute. Alone untaught to fear
Stood dauntleſs Curl, "Behold that rival here!
[122] "The race by vigor, not by vaunts is won;
"So take the hindmoſt Hell—He ſaid, and run.
[123] Swift as a bard the bailiff leaves behind,
He left huge Lintot, and out-ſtrip'd the wind.
As when a dab-chick waddles thro' the copſe,
On feet and wings, and flies, and wades, and hops;
So lab'ring on, with ſhoulders, hands, and head,
Wide as a windmill all his figure ſpread,
With legs expanded Bernard urg'd the race,
And ſeem'd to emulate great Jacob's pace.
[124] Full in the middle way there ſtood a lake,
Which Curl's Corinna chanc'd that morn to make:
[125] (Such was her wont, at early dawn to drop
Her evening cates before his neighbour's ſhop,)
Here fortun'd Curl to ſlide; loud ſhout the band,
And Bernard! Bernard! rings thro' all the Strand.
Obſcene with filth the miſcreant lies bewray'd,
Fal'n in the plaſh his wickedneſs had laid:
[126] Then firſt (if poets aught of truth declare)
The caitiff Vaticide conceiv'd a prayer.
Hear Jove! whoſe name my bards and I adore,
As much at leaſt as any God's, or more;
And him and his if more devotion warms,
Down with the Bible, up with the Pope's Arms.
[127]
A place there is, betwixt earth, air and ſeas,
Where from Ambroſia, Jove retires for eaſe.
There in his ſeat two ſpacious vents appear,
On this he ſits, to that he leans his ear,
And hears the various vows of fond mankind,
Some beg an eaſtern, ſome a weſtern wind:
All vain petitions, mounting to the sky,
With reams abundant this abode ſupply;
Amus'd he reads, and then returns the bills
Sign'd with that Ichor which from Gods diſtils.
In office here fair Cloacina ſtands,
And miniſters to Jove with pureſt hands;
[128] Forth from the heap ſhe pick'd her vot'ry's pray'r,
And plac'd it next him, a diſtinction rare!
(Oft, as he fiſh'd her nether realms for wit,
The Goddeſs favour'd him, and favours yet.)
Renew'd by ordure's ſympathetic force,
As oil'd with magic juices for the courſe,
Vig'rous he riſes, from th' effluvia ſtrong
Imbibes new life, and ſcours and ſtinks along;
Re-paſſes Lintot, vindicates the race,
Nor heeds the brown diſhonours of his face.
And now the victor ſtretch'd his eager hand
Where the tall Nothing ſtood, or ſeem'd to ſtand;
A ſhapeleſs ſhade, it melted from his ſight,
Like forms in clouds, or viſions of the night!
[129] To ſeize his papers, Curl, was next thy care;
His papers light, fly diverſe, toſt in air:
Songs, ſonnets, epigrams the winds uplift,
And whisk 'em back to Evans, Young, and Swift.
Th' embroider'd ſuit, at leaſt, he deem'd his prey;
That ſuit, an unpaid taylor ſnatch'd away!
[130] No rag, no ſcrap, of all the beau, or wit,
That once ſo flutter'd, and that once ſo writ.
Heav'n rings with laughter: Of the laughter vain,
Dulneſs, good Queen, repeats the jeſt again.
Three wicked imps of her own Grubſtreet choir
She deck'd like Congreve, Addiſon and Prior;
Mears, Warner, Wilkins run: deluſive thought!
Breval, Beſalcel, Bond, the varlets caught.
Curl ſtretches after Gay, but Gay is gone,
He graſps an empty Joſeph for a John:
[131] So Proteus, hunted in a nobler ſhape,
Became, when ſeiz'd, a puppy, or an ape.
To him the Goddeſs. Son! thy grief lay down,
And turn this whole illuſion on the town.
As the ſage dame, experienc'd in her trade,
By names of Toaſts retails each batter'd jade,
(Whence hapleſs Monſieur much complains at Paris
Of wrongs from Ducheſſes and Lady Mary's)
Be thine, my ſtationer! this magic gift;
Cook ſhall be Prior, and Concanen, Swift;
[132] So ſhall each hoſtile name become our own,
And we too boaſt our Garth and Addiſon.
[133]
With that, ſhe gave him (piteous of his caſe,
Yet ſmiling at his ruful length of face.)
[134] A ſhaggy tap'ſtry, worthy to be ſpread
On Codrus' old, or Dunton's modern bed;
[135] Inſtructive work! whoſe wry-mouth'd portraiture
Diſplay'd the fates her confeſſors endure.
[136] Ear-leſs on high, ſtood un-abaſh'd Defoe,
And Tutchin flagrant from the ſcourge, below:
[137] There Ridpath, Roper, cudgell'd might ye view,
The very worſted ſtill look'd black and blue:
[138] Himſelf among the ſtoried Chiefs he ſpies,
As from the blanket high in air he flies,
[139] And oh! (he cry'd) what ſtreet, what lane but knows
Our purgings, pumpings, blanketings and blows?
In ev'ry loom our labours ſhall be ſeen,
And the freſh vomit run for ever green!
See in the circle next, Eliza plac'd;
Two babes of love cloſe clinging to her waſte;
[140] Fair as before her works ſhe ſtands confeſs'd,
In flow'rs and pearls by bounteous Kirkall dreſs'd.
The Goddeſs then: "Who beſt can ſend on high
"The ſalient ſpout, far-ſtreaming to the sky;
"His be you Juno of majeſtic ſize,
"With cow-like udders, and with ox-like eyes.
[141] "This China-Jordan, let the chief o'ercome
"Repleniſh, not ingloriouſly, at homé.
[142]
Chapman and Curl accept the glorious ſtrife,
(Tho' one his ſon diſſuades, and one his wife)
This on his manly confidence relies,
That on his vigour and ſuperior ſize.
Firſt Chapman lean'd againſt his letter'd poſt;
It roſe, and labour'd to a curve at moſt:
So Jove's bright bow diſplays its watry round,
(Sure ſign, that no ſpectator ſhall be drown'd)
A ſecond effort brought but new diſgrace,
The wild Maeander waſh'd the Artiſt's face:
Thus the ſmall jett which haſty hands unlock,
Spirts in the gard'ners eyes who turns the cock.
[143] Not ſo from ſhameleſs Curl; impetuous ſpread
The ſtream, and ſmoaking, flouriſh'd o'er his head.
So, (fam'd like thee for turbulence and horns,)
Eridanus his humble fountain ſcorns;
Thro' half the heav'ns he pours th' exalted urn;
His rapid waters in their paſſage burn.
[144]
Swift as it mounts, all follow with their eyes;
Still happy Impudence obtains the prize.
[145] Thou triumph'ſt, Victor of the high-wrought day,
And the pleas'd dame, ſoft-ſmiling, leads away.
Chapman, thro' perfect modeſty o'ercome,
Crown'd with the Jordan, walks contented home.
[146]
But now for Authors nobler palms remain;
Room for my Lord! three Jockeys in his train:
Six huntſmen with a ſhout precede his chair;
He grins, and looks broad nonſenſe with a ſtare.
His honour'd meaning Dulneſs thus expreſt;
"He wins this Patron who can tickle beſt.
He chinks his purſe, and takes his ſeat of ſtate:
With ready quills the Dedicators wait,
Now at his head the dext'rous task commence,
And inſtant, fancy feels th' imputed ſenſe;
Now gentle touches wanton o'er his face,
He ſtruts Adonis, and affects grimace:
Rolli the feather to his ear conveys,
Then his nice taſte directs our Opera's:
Bentley his mouth with claſſic flatt'ry opes,
And the puff'd orator burſts out in tropes.
[147] But Welſted moſt the poet's healing balm
Strives to extract, from his ſoft, giving palm;
[148] Unlucky Welſted! thy unfeeling maſter,
The more thou tickleſt, gripes his fiſt the faſter.
[149]
While thus each hand promotes the pleaſing pain,
And quick ſenſations skip from vein to vein,
A youth unknown to Phoebus, in deſpair,
Puts his laſt refuge all in heav'n and pray'r.
What force have pious vows? the Queen of Love
His Siſter ſends, her vot'reſs, from above.
As taught by Venus, Paris learnt the art
To touch Achilles' only tender part;
Secure, thro' her, the noble prize to carry,
He marches off, his Grace's Secretary.
[150]
Now turn to diff'rent ſports (the Goddeſs cries)
And learn, my ſons, the wond'rous pow'r of Noiſe.
To move, to raiſe, to raviſh ev'ry heart,
With Shakeſpear's nature, or with Johnſon's art,
Let others aim: 'Tis yours to ſhake the ſoul
With Thunder rumbling from the muſtard-bowl,
With horns and trumpets now to madneſs ſwell,
Now ſink in ſorrows with a tolling Bell.
[151] Such happy arts attention can command,
When fancy flags, and ſenſe is at a ſtand.
Improve we theſe. Three Cat-calls be the bribe,
Of him, whoſe chatt'ring ſhames the Monkey tribe,
And his this Drum, whoſe hoarſe heroic baſe
Drowns the loud clarion of the braying Aſs.
Now thouſand tongues are heard in one loud din:
The Monkey-mimicks ruſh diſordant in:
'Twas chatt'ring, grinning, mouthing, jabb'ring all,
And Noiſe, and Norton, Brangling, and Breval,
Dennis, and Diſſonance; and captious art,
And ſnip-ſnap ſhort, and interruption ſmart.
[152] Hold (cry'd the Queen) A Cat-call each ſhall win,
Equal your merits! equal is your din!
But that this well-diſputed game may end,
Sound forth, my Brayers, and the welkin rend.
As when the long-ear'd milky mothers wait
At ſome ſick miſer's triple-bolted gate,
For their defrauded, abſent foals they make
A moan ſo loud, that all the Guild awake;
Sore ſighs Sir Gilbert, ſtarting, at the bray,
From dreams of millions, and three groats to pay!
So ſwells each wind-pipe; Aſs intones to Aſs,
Harmonic twang, of leather, horn, and braſs;
Such, as from lab'ring lungs th' Enthuſiaſt blows,
High ſounds, attempred to the vocal noſe.
But far o'er all, ſonorous Blackmore's ſtrain;
Walls, ſteeples, skies, bray back to him again:
[153] In Tot'nam fields, the brethren with amaze
Prick all their ears up, and forget to graze;
Long Chanc'rylane retentive rolls the ſound,
And courts to courts return it round and round:
Thames waft it thence to Rufus' roaring hall,
And Hungerford re-ecchoes, bawl for bawl.
All him victor in both gifts of ſong,
Who ſings ſo loudly, and who ſings ſo long.
[154]
This labour paſt, by Bridewell all deſcend,
(As morning-pray'r and flagellation end)
To where Fleet-ditch with diſemboguing ſtreams
Rolls the large tribute of dead dogs to Thames,
[155] The King of dykes! than whom no ſluice of mud
With deeper ſable blots the ſilver flood.
[156] "Here ſtrip my children! here at once leap in!
"Here prove who beſt can daſh thro' thick and thin,
[157] "And who the moſt in love of dirt excel,
"Or dark dexterity of groping well.
"Who flings moſt filth, and wide pollutes around
"The ſtream, be his the Weekly Journals bound;
[158] "A pig of lead to him who dives the beſt:
A peck of coals a-piece ſhall glad the reſt.
In naked majeſty Oldmixon ſtands,
And Milo-like, ſurveys his arms and hands,
[159] Then ſighing, thus. "And am I now threeſcore?
"Ah why, ye Gods! ſhould two and two make four?
[160] He ſaid, and climb'd a ſtranded Lighter's height,
Shot to the black abyſs, and plung'd down-right.
The Senior's judgment all the crowd admire,
Who but to ſink the deeper, roſe the higher.
Next Smedley div'd; ſlow circles dimpled o'er
The quaking mud, that clos'd, and op'd no more.
All look, all ſigh, and call on Smedly loſt;
Smedley in vain reſounds thro' all the coaſt.
[161]
Then * eſſay'd, ſcarce vaniſh'd out of ſight,
He buoys up inſtant, and returns to light:
He bears no token of the ſabler ſtreams,
And mounts far off, among the ſwans of Thames.
True to the bottom, ſee Concanen creep,
A cold, long winded, native of the deep!
If perſeverance gain the Diver's prize,
Not everlaſting Blackmore this denies:
[162] No noiſe, no ſtir, no motion can'ſt thou make,
Th' unconſcious flood ſleeps o'er thee like a lake.
Not ſo bold Arnall; with a weight of ſcull,
Furious he ſinks, precipitately dull.
[163] Whirlpools and ſtorms his circling arm inveſt,
With all the might of gravitation bleſt.
No crab more active in the dirty dance,
Downward to climb, and backward to advance.
He brings up half the bottom on his head,
And loudly claims the Journals and the Lead.
Sudden, a burſt of thunder ſhook the flood:
Lo Smedley roſe in majeſty of mud!
[164] Shaking the horrors of his ample brows,
And each ferocious feature grim with ooze.
Greater he looks, and more than mortal ſtares;
Then thus the wonders of the deep declares.
Firſt he relates, how ſinking to the chin,
Smit with his mien, the mud-nymphs ſuck'd him in:
How young Lutetia, ſofter than the down,
Nigrina black, and Merdamante brown,
Vy'd for his love in jetty bow'rs below;
As Hylas fair was raviſh'd long ago.
Then ſung, how ſhown him by the nutbrown maids,
A branch of Styx here riſes from the Shades,
[165] That tinctur'd as it runs with Lethe's ſtreams,
And wafting vapours from the land of dreams,
(As under ſeas Alphaeus' ſecret ſluice
Bears Piſa's offerings to his Arethuſe)
Pours into Thames: Each City-bowl is full,
Of the mixt wave, and all who drink grow dull.
How to the banks where bards departed doze,
They led him ſoft; how all the bards aroſe,
[166] Taylor, ſweet Swan of Thames, majeſtic bows,
And Shadwell nods the poppy on his brows;
While Milbourn there, deputed by the reſt,
Gave him the caſſock, ſurcingle, and veſt;
And "Take (he ſaid) theſe robes which once were mine,
"Dulneſs is ſacred in a ſound Divine.
[167]
He ceas'd, and ſhow'd the robe; the crowd confeſs
The rev'rend Flamen in his lengthen'd dreſs.
Slow moves the Goddeſs from the ſable flood,
(Her Prieſt preceding) thro' the gates of Lud.
Her Criticks there ſhe ſummons, and proclaims
A gentler exerciſe to cloſe the games.
Hear you! in whoſe grave heads, as equal ſcales,
I weigh what author's heavineſs prevails;
Which moſt conduce to ſooth the ſoul in ſlumbers,
My Henley's periods, or my Blackmore's numbers?
Attend the trial we propoſe to make:
If there be man who o'er ſuch works can wake,
Sleep's all-ſubduing charms who dares defy,
And boaſts Ulyſſes' ear with Argus' eye;
[168] To him we grant our ampleſt pow'rs to ſit
Judge of all preſent, paſt, and future wit,
To cavil, cenſure, dictate, right or wrong,
Full, and eternal privilege of tongue.
Three Cambridge Sophs and three pert Templars came,
The ſame their talents, and their taſtes the ſame,
Each prompt to query, anſwer, and debate,
And ſmit with love of Poeſy and Prate.
The pond'rous books two gentle readers bring.
The heroes ſit; the vulgar form a ring.
The clam'rous crowd is huſh'd with mugs of Mum,
'Till all tun'd equal, ſend a general hum.
Then mount the clerks, and in one lazy tone,
Thro' the long, heavy, painful page, drawl on;
[169] Soft creeping, words on words, the ſenſe compoſe,
At ev'ry line, they ſtretch, they yawn, they doze.
As to ſoft gales top-heavy pines bow low
Their heads, and lift them as they ceaſe to blow;
Thus oft they rear, and oft the head decline,
As breathe, or pauſe, by fits, the airs divine:
And now to this ſide, now to that, they nod,
As verſe, or proſe, infuſe the drowzy God.
Thrice Budgel aim'd to ſpeak, but thrice ſuppreſt
By potent Arthur, knock'd his chin and breaſt.
Toland and Tindal, prompt at prieſts to jeer,
Yet ſilent bow'd to Chriſt's No kingdom here.
[170] Who ſate the neareſt, by the words o'ercome
Slept firſt, the diſtant nodded to the hum.
Then down are roll'd the books; ſtretch'd o'er 'em lies
Each gentle clerk, and mutt'ring ſeals his eyes.
At what a Dutchman plumps into the lakes,
One circle firſt, and then a ſecond makes,
What Dulneſs dropt among her ſons impreſt
Like motion, from one circle to the reſt;
So from the mid-moſt the nutation ſpreads
Round, and more round, o'er all the ſea of heads.
[171] At laſt Centlivre felt her voice to fail,
Motteux himſelf unfiniſh'd left his tale,
Boyer the State, and Law the Stage gave o'er,
Nor Kelſey talk'd, nor Naſo whiſper'd more;
[172] Norton, from Daniel and Oſtroea ſprung,
Bleſs'd with his father's front, and mother's tongue,
Hung ſilent down his never-bluſhing head;
And all was huſh'd, as Folly's ſelf lay dead.
[173]
Thus the ſoft gifts of Sleep conclude the day,
And ſtretch'd on bulks, as uſual, Poets lay.
Why ſhould I ſing what bards the nightly Muſe
Did ſlumbring viſit, and convey to ſtews:
Who prouder march'd, with magiſtrates in ſtate,
To ſome fam'd round-houſe, ever-open gate:
How Laurus lay inſpir'd beſide a ſink,
And to mere mortals ſeem'd a Prieſt in drink.:
[174] While others, timely, to the neighbouring Fleet
(Haunt of the Muſes) made their ſafe retreat.

REMARKS on BOOK the SECOND.

[114]

Two things there are, upon the ſuppoſition of which the very baſis of all Verbal criticiſm is founded [115] and ſupported: The firſt, that an author could never fail to uſe the beſt word, on every occaſion: The ſecond, that a Critic cannot chuſe but know, which that is? This being granted, whenever any word doth not fully content us, we take upon us to conclude, firſt that the author could never have us'd it, and ſecondly, that he muſt have uſed that very one which we conjecture in its ſtead.

We cannot therefore enough admire the learned Scriblerus, for his alteration of the text in the two laſt verſes of the preceding book, which in all the former editions ſtood thus,

Hoarſe thunder to the bottom ſhook the bog,
And the loud nation croak'd, God ſave King Log!

He has with great judgment tranpoſed theſe two epithets, putting hoarſe to the nation, and loud to the thunder: and this being evidently the true reading, he vouchſafed not ſo much as to mention the former; for which aſſertion of the juſt right of a Critic, he merits the acknowledgment of all ſound commentators.

V. 2. ‘Henley's gilt Tub.] The pulpit of a diſſenter is uſually called a tub; but that of Mr. Orator Henley was covered with velvet, and adorned with gold. He had alſo a fair altar, and over it this extraordinary inſcription, The Primitive Euchariſt. See the hiſtory of this perſon, book 3. verſe 195.

[116] V. 2. Or Fleckno's Iriſh Throne.] Richard Fleckno was an Iriſh prieſt, but had laid aſide (as himſelf expreſſed it) the mechanic part of prieſthood. He printed ſome plays, poems, letters and travels. I doubt not our author took occaſion to mention him in reſpect to the poem of Mr. Dryden, to which this bears ſome reſemblance; tho' of a character more different from it than that of the Aeneid from the Iliad, or the Lutrin of Boileau from the Defaits des Bouts rimeès of Sarazin.

V. 3. ‘Or that, where on her Curls the public pours.]’ Edm. Curl ſtood in the pillory at Charing-Croſs, in March, 1727-8,

Mr. Curl loudly complain'd of this note as an untruth, proteſting, ‘"that he ſtood in the pillory not in March but in February;"’ And of another on verſe 144. ‘"Saying, he was not toſt in a blanket, but a rug."’ Curliad in 120. 1729. p. 19 and 25.

V. 11.‘Rome in her capitol ſaw Querno ſit.] Camillo Querno was of Apulia, who hearing the great encouragement which Leo the tenth gave to poets, travell'd [117] to Rome with a harp in his hand, and ſung to it twenty thouſand verſes of a poem call'd Alexias. He was introduc'd as a buffoon to Leo, and promoted to the honour of the laurel; a jeſt, which the court of Rome and the Pope himſelf enter'd into ſo far, as to cauſe him to ride on an elephant to the Capitol, and to hold a ſolemn feſtival on his coronation; at which it is recorded the poet himſelf was ſo tranſported, as to weep for joy. He was ever after a conſtant frequenter of the Pope's table, drank abundantly, and poured forth verſes without number. PAULUS JOVIUS, Elog. Virg. doct. ch. 82. Some idea of his poetry is given by Fam. Strada in his Proluſions.

[119] V. 43. Never was daſh'd out, at one lucky hit.] Our author here ſeems willing to give ſome account of the poſſibility of Dulneſs making a wit, (which could be done no other way than by chance.) The fiction is the more reconcil'd to probability by the known ſtory of Apelles, who being at a loſs to expreſs the foam of Alexander's horſe, daſh'd his pencil in deſpair at the picture, and happen'd to do it by that fortunate ſtroke.

V. 46. And call'd the phantom, More.]’CURL in his key to the Dunciad, affirm'd this to be James More Smith, Eſq and it is probable (conſidering what is ſaid of him in the Teſtimonies) that ſome might fancy our author obliged to repreſent this gentleman as a plagiary, or to paſs for one himſelf. His caſe indeed was like that of a man I have heard of, who as he was ſitting in company, perceived his next neighbour had ſtolen his handkerchief. ‘"Sir (ſaid the thief, finding himſelf detected) "do not expoſe me, I did it for mere want: be ſo good but to take it privately out of my pocket again, and ſay nothing."’ [120] The honeſt man did ſo, but the other cry'd out, ‘"See gentlemen! what a thief we have among us! look, he is ſtealing my handerchief."’

The plagiariſms of this perſon gave occaſion to the following Epigram:

M—re always ſmiles whenever he recites;
He ſmiles (you think) approving what he writes;
And yet in this no Vanity is ſhown;
A modeſt man may like what's not his own.

His only work was a comedy call'd the Rival Modes; the town condemn'd it in the action, but he printed it in 1726-7 with this modeſt Motto,

Hic caeſtus, artemque repono.

The ſmaller pieces which we have heard attributed to this author, are, An Epigram on the bridge at Blenheim, by Dr. Evans: Coſmelia, by Mr. Pit, Mr. Jones, &c. The Saw-pit, a ſimile, by a Friend, and ſome unown'd letters, advertiſements and epigrams againſt our author in the Daily Journal.

Notwithſtanding what is here collected of the perſon imagin'd by Curl to be meant in this place, we cannot be of that opinion; ſince our poet had certainly no need of vindicating half a dozen verſes to himſelf which every reader had done for him; ſince the name itſelf is not ſpell'd Moore but More; and laſtly, ſince the learned Scriblerus has ſo well prov'd the contrary.

[121] V. 46. The phantom, More.]’ It appears from hence that this is not the name of a real perſon, but fictitious. More from [...], ſtultus, [...], ſtultitia, to repreſent the folly of a plagiary. Thus Eraſmus: Admonuit me Mori cognomen tibi, quod tam ad Moriae vocabulum accedit quam es ipſe a re alienus. Dedication of Moriae Encomion to Sir Tho. More; the farewel of which may be our author's to his plagiary, Vale More! & Moriam tuam gnaviter defende. Adieu More, and be ſure ſtrongly to defend thy own folly. SCRIBLERUS.

V. 49. But lofty Lintot.]’We enter here upon the epiſode of the Bookſellers: perſons, whoſe names being more known and famous in the learned world than thoſe of the Authors in this poem, do therefore need leſs explanation. The action of Mr. Lintot here imitates that of Dares in Virgil, riſing juſt in this manner to lay hold on a Bull. This eminent Bookſeller printed the Rival Modes above-mentioned.

V. 54. Stood dauntleſs Curl, &c.]’ We come now to a character of much reſpect, that of Mr. Edmond Curl. As a plain repetition of great actions is the beſt praiſe of them, we ſhall only ſay of this eminent man, [122] that he carried the Trade many lengths beyond what it ever before had arrived at, and that he was the envy and admiration of all his profeſſion. He poſſeſs'd himſelf of a command over all authors whatever; he caus'd them to write what he pleas'd; they could not call their very names their own. He was not only famous among theſe; he was taken notice of by the State, the Church, and the Law, and received particular marks of diſtinction from each.

It will be own'd that he is here introduc'd with all poſſible dignity; he ſpeaks like the intrepid Diomed; he runs like the ſwift-footed Achilles; if he falls, 'tis like the beloved Niſus; and (what Homer makes to be the chief of all praiſes) he is favour'd of the Gods: He ſays but three words, and his prayer is heard; a [123] Goddeſs conveys it to the ſeat of Jupiter: tho' he loſes the prize, he gains the victory; the great Mother her ſelf comforts him, ſhe inſpires him with expedients, ſhe honours him with an immortal preſent (ſuch as Achilles receives from Thetis and Aeneas from Venus) at once inſtructive and prophetical: After this, he is unrival'd and triumphant.

The tribute our author here pays him, is a grateful return for ſeveral unmerited obligations: Many weighty animadverſions on the publick affairs, and many [124] excellent and diverting pieces on private perſons, has he given to his name. If ever he ow'd two verſes to any other, he ow'd Mr. Curl ſome thouſands. He was every day extending his fame, and inlarging his writings: witneſs innumerable inſtances! but it ſhall ſuffice only to mention the Court-Poems, which he meant to publiſh as the work of the true writer, a Lady of quality; but being firſt threaten'd, and afterwards puniſh'd for it by Mr. Pope, he generouſly transferr'd it from her to him, and ever ſince printed it in his name. The ſingle time that ever he ſpoke to C. was on that affair, and to that happy incident he owes all the favours ſince received from him: So true is the ſaying of Dr. Sydenham, that ‘"any one ſhall be, at ſome time or other, the better or the worſe, for having but ſeen or ſpoken to a good, or a bad man."’

V. 66. Curl's Corinna.] This name it ſeems was taken by one Mrs. T—,who procur'd ſome private letters of Mr. Pope's, while almoſt a boy, to Mr. Cromwell, and ſold them without the conſent of either of thoſe gentlemen to Curl, who printed them in 120. 1727. He has diſcover'd her to be the publiſher in his Key, p. 11. We only take this opportunity of mentioning the manner in which thoſe letters got abroad, which the author was aſham'd of as very trivial things, full not only of levities, but of wrong [125] judgments of men and books, and only excuſable from the youth and inexperience of the writer.

V. 71. Obſcene with filth, &c.] Tho' this incident may ſeem too low and baſe for the dignity of an Epic poem, the learned very well know it to be but a copy of Homer and Virgil; the very words [...] and Fimus are uſed by them, tho' our poet (in compliance to modern nicety) has remarkably enrich'd and colour'd his language, as well as rais'd the verſication, in theſe two Epiſodes. Mr. Dryden in Mack-Fleckno, has not ſcrupled to mention the Morning Toaſt at [126] which the fiſhes bite in the Thames, Piſſing-Alley, Reliques of the Bum, &c. but our author is more grave, and (as a fine writer ſays of Virgil in his Georgics) toſſes about his dung with an air of majeſty. If we conſider that the exerciſes of his Authors could with juſtice be higher than tickling, chatt'ring, braying, or diving, it was no eaſy matter to invent ſuch games as were proportion'd to the meaner degree of Bookſellers. In Homer and Virgil, Ajax and Niſus, the perſons drawn in this plight are heroes; whereas here they are ſuch, with whom it had been great impropriety to have join'd any but vile ideas; beſides the natural connection there is between Libellers and common nuſances. Nevertheleſs I have often heard our author own, that this part of his poem was (as it frequently happens) what coſt him moſt trouble and pleas'd him leaſt: but that he hoped 'twas excuſable, ſince levell'd at ſuch as underſtand no delicate ſatire: Thus the politeſt men are ſometimes obliged to ſwear, when they happen to have to do with porters and oyſter-wenches.

V. 78. Down with the Bible, up with the Pope's Arms.]’ The Bible, Curl's ſign, the Croſs-keys, Lintot's,

[129] V. 210. An unpaid Taylor.] This line has been loudly complain'd of in Miſt, June 8 Dedic. to Sawney, and others, as a moſt inhuman ſatire on the poverty of poets: but it is thought our author would be acquited by a jury of Taylors. To me this inſtance ſeems unluckily choſen; if it be a ſatire on any body, it muſt be on a bad paymaſter, ſince the perſon to whom they have here apply'd it was a man of fortune. Not but poets may well be jealous of ſo great a prerogative as non-payment: which Mr. Dennis ſo far aſſerts: as boldly to pronounce, that ‘"if Homer himſelf was not in debt, it was becauſe no body would truſt him."’ (Pref. to Rem. on the Rape of the Lock, p. 15.)

[130] V. 116. Like Congrvee, Addiſon, and Prior.]’ Theſe authors being ſuch whoſe names will reach poſterity, we ſhall not give any account of them, but proceed to thoſe of whom it is neceſſary.—Beſalcel Morris was author of ſome ſatires on the tranſlators of Homer, with many other things printed in news-papers.—‘"Bond writ a ſatire againſt Mr. P—Capt. Breval was author of The Confederates, an ingenious dramatic performance to expoſe Mr. P. Mr. Gay, Dr. Arb. and ſome ladies of quality,"’ ſays CURL, Key, p. 11.

V. 117. Mears, Warner, Wilkins.] Bookſellers and Printers of much anonymous ſtuff.

V. 118. Breval, Beſaleel, Bond.] I foreſee it will be objected from this line, that we were in an error in our aſſertion on verſe 46. of this book, that More was a fictitious name, ſince theſe perſons are equally repreſented by the poet as phantoms. So at firſt ſight it may ſeem; but be not deceived, reader! theſe alſo are not real perſons. 'Tis true Curl declares Breval, a [131] captain, author of a piece call'd The Confederates: But the ſame Curl firſt ſaid it was written by Joſeph Gay: Is his ſecond aſſertion to be credited any more than his firſt? He likewiſe affirms Bond to be one who writ a ſatire on our poet; but where is ſuch a ſatire to be found? where was ſuch a writer ever heard of? As for Beſaleel, it carries forgery in the very name, nor is it, as the others are, a ſurname. Thou may'ſt depend on it no ſuch authors ever lived: all phantoms!SCRIBLERUS.

V. 120. Joſeph Gay, a fictitious name put by Curl before ſeveral pamphlets, which made them paſs with many for Mr. Gay's.

V. 124. And turn this whole Illuſion on the town.] It was a common practice of this bookſeller, to publiſh vile pieces of obſcure hands under the names of eminent authors.

V. 130. ‘Cook ſhall be Prior.]’ The man here ſpecify'd was the ſon of a Muggletonian, who kept a publick [132] houſe at Braintree in Eſſex. He writ a thing call'd The Battle of Poets, of which Philips and Welſted were the heroes, and wherein our author was attack'd in his moral character, in relation to his Homer and Shakeſpear: He writ moreover a farce of Penelope, in the preface of which alſo he was ſquinted at, and ſome malevolent things in the Britiſh, London and Daily Journals. At the ſame time the honeſt gentleman wrote letters to Mr. P. in the ſtrongeſt terms proteſting his innocence. His chief work was a tranſlation of Heſiod, to which Theobald writ notes, and half-notes, as hath already been ſaid.

V. ibid. And Concanen, Swift.]’ In the firſt edition of this poem there were only Aſterisks in this place, but the names were ſince inſerted, merely to fill up the verſe, and give eaſe to the ear of the reader.

V. 132. And we too boaſt our Garth and Addiſon.]’ Nothing is more remarkable than our author's love of praiſing good writers. He has celebrated Sir Iſaac Newton, Mr. Dryden, Mr. Congreve, Mr. Wycherley, Dr. Garth, Mr. Walſh, Duke of Buckingham, Mr. Addiſon, Lord Lanſdown; in a word, almoſt every man of his time that deſerv'd it. It was very difficult to have that pleaſure in a poem on this ſubject, yet he found means to inſert their panegyrick, and has made even dulneſs out of her own mouth pronounce it. It muſt have been particularly agreeable to him to celebrate Dr. Garth; both as his conſtant friend, [133] and as he was his predeceſſor in this kind of ſatire. The Diſpenſary attack'd the whole body of Apothecaries, a much more uſeful one undoubtedly than that of the bad poets (if in truth this can be call'd a body, of which no two members ever agreed.) It alſo did what Mr. Theobald ſays is unpardonable, drew in parts of private character, and introduced perſons independent of his ſubject. Much more would Boileau have incurr'd his cenſure, who left all ſubjects whatever on all occaſions, to fall upon the bad poets; which it is to be fear'd would have been more immediately his concern.) But certainly next to commending good writers, the greateſt ſervice to learning is to expoſe the bad, who can only that one way be made of any uſe to it. This truth is very well ſet forth in theſe lines, addreſs'd to our author.

The craven Rook, and pert Jackdaw,
(Tho' neither birds of moral kind)
Yet ſerve, if hang'd, or ſtuff'd with ſtraw,
To ſhow us, which way blows the wind.
[134] Thus dirty knaves, or chatt'ring fools,
Strung up by dozens in thy lay,
Teach more by half than Dennis' rules,
And point inſtruction ev'ry way.
With Aegypt's art thy pen may ſtrive,
One potent drop let this but ſhed,
And ev'ry Rogue that ſtunk alive
Becomes a precious Mummy dead.

V. 134 Ruful length of face.] ‘"The decrepid perſon or figure of a man are no reflections upon his Genius: An honeſt mind will love and eſteem a man of worth, tho' he be deform'd or poor. Yet the author of the Dunciad hath libell'd a perſon for his ruful length of face!"’ MIST'S JOURN. June 8. This Genius and man of worth whom an honeſt mind ſhould love, is Mr. Curl. True it is, he ſtood in the Pillory, an incident which will lengthen the face of any man tho' it were ever ſo comely, therefore is no reflection on the natural beauty of Mr. Curl. But as to reflections on any man's face, or figure, Mr. Dennis ſaith excellently; ‘"Natural deformity comes not by our fault; 'tis often occaſion'd by calamities and diſeaſes, which a man can no more help, than a monſter can his deformity. There is no one miſfortune, and no one diſeaſe, but what all the reſt of mankind are ſubject to.—But the deformity of this Author is viſible, preſent, laſting, unalterable, and peculiar to himſelf. 'Tis the mark of God and [135] Nature upon him, to give us warning that we ſhould hold no ſociety with him, as a creature not of our original, nor of our ſpecies: And they who have refuſed to take this warning which God and Nature have given them, and have in ſpite of it by a ſenſeleſs preſumption ventur'd to be familiar with him, have ſeverely ſuffer'd, &c. 'Tis certain his original is not from Adam, but from the Devil,"’ &c. DENNIS Charact. of Mr. P. 8vo. 1716.

Admirably is it obſerv'd by Mr. Dennis againſt Mr. Law, p. 33. ‘"That the language of Billingſgate can never be the language of Charity, nor conſequently of Chriſtianity."’ I ſhould elſe be tempted to uſe the language of a Critic: For what is more provoking to a commentator, than to behold his author thus portrayed? Yet I conſider it really hurts not him; whereas maliciouſly to call ſome others dull, might do them prejudice with a world too apt to believe it. Therefore tho' Mr. D. may call another a little aſs or a young toad, far be it from us to call him a toothleſs lion, or an old ſerpent. Indeed, had I written theſe notes (as was once my intent) in the learned language, I might have given him the appellations of Balatro, Calceatum caput, Scurra in triviis, being phraſes in good eſteem and frequent uſage among the beſt learned: But in our mother-tongue, were I to tax any gentleman of the Dunciad, ſurely it ſhould be in words not to the vulgar intelligible; whereby chriſtian charity, decency, and good accord among authors, might be preſerved.

SCRIBLERUS. [136] The good Scriblerus here, as on all occaſions, eminently ſhews his humanity. But it was far otherwiſe with the gentlemen of the Dunciad, whoſe ſcurrilities were always perſonal: They went ſo far as to libel an eminent ſculptor for making our author's Buſto in marble, at the requeſt of Mr. Gibbs the Architect: which rhimes had the undeſerv'd honour to be anſwer'd in an Impromptu by the Earl of B—.

Well Sir, ſuppoſe, the Buſto's a damn'd head,
Suppoſe, that Pope's an Elf;
All he can ſay for't is, he neither made
The Buſto, nor Himſelf.

And by another Perſon of Quality.

Rysbrake, to make a Pope of ſtone,
Muſt labour hard and ſore;
But it would coſt him labour none,
To make a ſtone of Moor.

Their ſcurrilities were of that nature as provoked every honeſt man but Mr. Pope, yet never to be lamented, ſince they occaſion'd the following Amiable Verſes.

While Malice, Pope, denies thy page
It's own celeſtial fire,
While Critics, and while Bards in rage
Admiring won't admire;

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While wayward pens thy worth aſſail,
And envious tongues decry,
Theſe times tho' many a Friend bewail,
Theſe times bewail not I.

But when the World's loud praiſe is thine,
And ſpleen no more ſhall blame,
When with thy Homer thou ſhalt ſhine
In one eſtabliſh'd fame,

When none ſhall rail, and ev'ry lay
Devote a wreath to thee;
That day (for come it will) that day
Shall I lament to ſee.

V. 135. A ſhaggy Tap'ſtry.]. A ſorry kind of Tapeſtry frequent in old Inns, made of worſted or ſome coarſer ſtuff: like that which is ſpoken of by Donne—Faces as frightful as theirs who whip Chriſt in old hangings. The imagery woven in it alludes to the mantle of Cloanthus, in Aen. 5.

V. 136 On Codrus' old, or Dunton's modern bed.]Of Codrus the poet's bed ſee Juvenal, deſcribing his poverty very copiouſly. Sat. 3. v. 103, &c.

Lectus erat Codro, &c.

Codrus had but one bed, ſo ſhort too boot,
That his ſhort Wife's ſhort legs hung dangling out:
His cupboard's head ſix earthen pitchers grac'd,
Beneath them was his truſty tankard plac'd;
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And to ſupport this noble plate, there lay
A bending Chiron, caſt from honeſt clay.
His few Greek books a rotten cheſt contain'd,
Whoſe covers much of mouldineſs complain'd,
Where mice and rats devour'd poetic bread,
And on heroic Verſe luxuriouſly were fed.
'Tis true, poor Codrus nothing had to boaſt,
And yet poor Codrus all that nothing loſt.
Dryd.

But Concanen in his dedication of the letters, advertiſements, &c. to the author of the Dunciad, aſſures us, that "Juvenal never ſatirized the poverty of Codrus."

John Dunton was a broken bookſeller and abuſive ſcribler: he writ Neck or Nothing, a violent ſatire on ſome miniſters of ſtate; The danger of a death-bed repentance, a libel on the Duke of Devonſhire and on the Rt. Rev. Biſhop of Peterborough, &c.

V. 140. And Tutchin flagrant from the Scourge.] John Tutchin, author of ſome vile verſes, and of a weekly paper call'd the Obſervator: He was ſentenc'd [139] to be whipped thro' ſeveral towns in the weſt of England, upon which he petition'd King James II. to be hanged. When that Prince died in exile, he wrote an invective againſt his memory, occaſion'd by ſome humane elegies on his death. He lived to the time of Queen Anne.

V. 141. There Ridpath, Roper.]’ Authors of the Flying-Poſt and Poſt Boy, two ſcandalous papers on different ſides, for which they equally and alternately were cudgelled, and deſerved it.

V. 143. Himſelf among the ſtoried chiefs he ſpies, &c.]’The hiſtory of Curl's being toſſed in a blanket, and whipped by the ſcholars of Weſtminſter, is ingeniouſly and pathetically related in a poen entituled, Neck or Nothing. Of his purging and vomiting, ſee a full [140] and true account of a horrid revenge on the body of Edm. Curl, &c. in Swift's and Pope's Miſcell.

V. 149. See in the circle next, Eliza plac'd.] In this game is expos'd in the moſt contemptuous manner the profligate licentiouſneſs of thoſe ſhameleſs ſcriblers (for the moſt part of that Sex, which ought leaſt to be capable of ſuch malice or impudence) who in libellous Memoirs and Novels, reveal the faults or misfortunes of both ſexes, to the ruin of publick fame or diſturbance of private happineſs. Our good poet, (by the whole caſt of his work being obliged not to take off the Irony) where he could not ſhew his indignation, hath ſhewn his contempt, as much as poſſible: having here drawn as Vile a picture as could be repreſented in the colours of Epic poeſy. SCRIBLERUS.

V. 149. Eliza Haywood.] This woman was authoreſs of thoſe moſt ſcandalous books, call'd The Court of Carimania, and The New Utopia. For the two Babes of [141] Love, See CURL, Key, p. 22: But whatever reflection he is pleas'd to throw upon this Lady, ſurely 'twas what from him ſhe little deſerv'd, who had celebrated his undertakings for Reformation of Manners, and declared her ſelf ‘"to be ſo perfectly acquainted with the ſweetneſs of his diſpoſition, and that tenderneſs with which he conſidered the errors of his fellow-creatures; that tho' ſhe ſhould find the little inadvertencies of her own life recorded in his papers, ſhe was certain it would be done in ſuch a manner as ſhe could not but approve."’ Mrs. HAYWOOD, Hiſt. of Clar. printed in the Female Dunciad, p. 18.

V. 152. Kirkall, the name of a Graver. Some of this Lady's works were printed in four volumes duod. with her picture thus dreſſed up, before them.

[142] V. 159. Chapman, a Bookſeller who printed Mrs. Haywood's New Utopia, &c.—Henry Curl, the worthy ſon of his father Edmund.

[143] V. 175. Thro' half the heav'ns he pours th' exalted urn.] In a manuſcript Dunciad (where are ſome marginal corrections of ſome gentlemen ſome time deceas'd) I have found another reading of theſe lines, thus,

And lifts his urn, thro' half the heav'ns to flow;
His rapid waters in their paſſage glow.

This I cannot but think the right: For firſt, tho' the [144] difference between burn and glow my ſeem not very material to others, to me I confeſs the latter has an elegance, a Jeneſcay quoy, which is much eaſier to be conceived than explained. Secondly, every reader of our Poet muſt have obſerved how frequently he uſes this word glow in other parts of his works: To inſtance only in his Homer,

(1.) Iliad 9. v. 726.—With one reſentment glows.

(2.) Iliad 11. v. 626.—There the battle glows.

(3.) Ibid. 985.—The cloſing fleſh that inſtant ceas'd to glow

(4.) Il. 12. v. 45.—Encompaſs'd Hector glows.

(5.) Ibid. 475.—His beating breaſt with gen'rous ardour glows.

(6.) Iliad 18. v. 591.—Another part glow'd with refulgent arms.

(7.) Ibid. v. 654.—And curl'd on ſilver props in ororder glow.

I am afraid of growing too luxuriant in examples, or I could ſtretch this catalogue to a great extent, but theſe are enough to prove his fondneſs for this beautiful word, which therefore, let all future editions replace here.

I am aware after all, that burn is the proper word to convey an idea of what was ſaid to be Mr. Curl's condition at this time: But from that very reaſon I infer the direct contrary. For ſurely every lover of our author will conclude he had more humanity, than [145] to inſult a man on ſuch a misfortune or calamity which could never befal him purely by his own fault, but from an unhappy communication with another. This Note is half Mr. THEOBALD, half SCRIBLERUS.

V. 179. The high-wrought day.] Some affirm, this was originally—the well-p—ſt day: but the Poet's decency would not ſuffer it.

Here the learned Scriblerus manifeſts great anger; he exclaims againſt all ſuch Conjectural Emendations in this manner. ‘"Let it ſuffice, O Pallas! that every noble ancient, Greek or Roman, hath ſuffer'd the impertinent correction of every Dutch, German, and Switz Schoolmeſter! Let our Engliſh at leaſt eſcape, whoſe intrinſic is ſcarce of marble ſo ſolid, as not to be impaired or ſoiled by ſuch rude and dirty hands. Suffer them to call their works their own, and after death at leaſt to find reſt and ſanctuary from Critics! When theſe men have ceaſed to rail, let them not begin to do worſe, to comment! let them not conjecture into nonſenſe, correct out of all correctneſs, and reſtore into obſcurity and confuſion. Miſerable fate! which can beſal only the ſprightlieſt wits that have written, and will befall them only from ſuch dull ones as could never write!"’ SCRIBLERUS

[146] V. 195. Paolo Antonio Rolli, an Italian Poet, and writer of many Opera's in that language, which, partly by the help of his genius, prevail'd in England near twenty years. He taught Italian to ſome fine Gentlemen who affected to direct the Opera's.

V. 197. ‘Bentley his mouth, &c.]’ Not ſpoken of the famous Dr. Richard Bentley, but of oné Thom. Bentley, ſtudent in phyſick, a ſmall critick, who aped his Uncle in a little Horace. The great one was intended to be dedicated to the Lord Hallifax, but (on a change of the Miniſtry) was given to the Earl of [147] Oxford; for which reaſon the little one was dedicated to his ſon the Lord Harley. A Taſte of his Claſſic Elocution may be ſeen in this following Panegyricon the Peace of Utrecht. Cupimus Patrem tuum, fulgentiſſimum illud Orbis Anglicani jubar, adorare. O ingens Reipublicae noſtroe columen! O fortunatam tanto Heroe Britanniam! Illi tali tantoque viro, DEUM per Omnia adfuiſſe manumque ejus & mentem direxiſſe, CERTISSIMUM EST. Hujus enim Unius fermè opera, Aequiſſimis & perhonorificis conditionibus, diuturno heu nimium! Bello, finem impoſitum videmus. Oh Diem aeterna memoria digniſſimam! qua terrores Patriae omnes excidit, Pacem que diu exoptatam toti ferè Europae reſtituit, ille Populi Anglicani Amor, Harleius.

Thus critically (that is verbally) tranſlated.

‘"Thy Father, that moſt refulgent Star of the Anglican Orb, we much deſire to adore! oh mighty Column of our Republick! Oh Britain fortunate in ſuch an Hero! That to ſuch and ſo great a Man GOD was ever preſent, in every thing, and all along directed both his Hand and his Heart, is a Moſt Abſolute Certainty! For, it is in a manner by the operation of this Man Alone, that we behold a War (alas! how much too long an one!) brought at length to an end, on the moſt juſt and the moſt honourable Conditions. Oh Day eternally to be memorated! wherein All the Terrors of this Country were ended; and a PEACE (long wiſhed for by almoſt [148] all Europe) reſtored by HARLEY, the Love and Delight of the People of England."’

But that this Gentleman can write in a different Style, may be ſeen in a Letter to Mr. Pope, occaſion'd by Sober Advice from Horace, wherein ſeveral Noble Lords are treated in moſt extraordinary Language, particularly the Lord Bolingbroke abuſed for that very PEACE, which he here makes the ſingle work of the Earl of Oxford, directed by God Almighty.

V. 199. Welſted.] LEONARD WELSTED, author of the Triumvirate, or a Letter in verſe from Palaemon to Celia at Bath, which was meant for a Satire on Mr. P. and ſome of his friends, about the year 1718. He writ other things which we cannot remember. Smedley in his Metamorphoſis of Scriblerus mentions one, the Hymn of a Gentleman to his Creator: and there was another in praiſe either of a Cellar, or a Garret. L. W. characteris'd in the treatiſe [...] or the Art of Sinking, as a Didapper, and after as an Eel, is ſaid to be this perſon, by Dennis, Daily Journal of May 11, 1728. He was alſo characteris'd under another animal, a Mole, by the author of the enſuing Simile which was handed about at the ſame time.

Dear Welſted, mark, in dirty hole,
That painful animal, a Mole:
Above-ground never born to go,
What mighty ſtir it keeps below?
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To make a Molehill, all this ſtrife!
It digs, pokes, undermines for life.
How proud, a little Dirt to ſpread!
Conſcious of nothing o'er its head.
Till, lab'ring on for want of eyes,
It blunders into Light—and dies.

You have him again in book 3. v. 163.

V. 205. A youth unknown to Phoebus, &c.] The ſatire of this Epiſode being levelled at the baſe flatteries of authors to worthleſs wealth or greatneſs, concludes here with an excellent leſſon to ſuch men; That altho' their pens and praiſes were as exquiſite as they conceit of themſelves, yet (even in their own mercenary views) a creature unlettered, who ſerveth the paſſions, or pimpeth to the pleaſures, of ſuch vain, braggart, puft Nobility, ſhall with thoſe patrons be much more inward, and of them much higher rewarded. SCRIBLERUS.

[150] V. 218. With Thunder rumbling from the muſtard-bowl.] The old way of making Thunder and Muſtard were the ſame; but ſince, it is more advantageouſly performed by troughs of wood with ſtops in them. Whether Mr. Dennis was the inventor of that improvement, I know not; but it is certain, that being once at a Tragedy of a new Author, he fell into a great paſſion at hearing ſome, and cry'd, ‘"S'death! that is my Thunder."’

V. 220. With a tolling Bell.] A mechanical help to the Pathetic, not unuſeful to the modern writers of Tragedy.

[151] V. 223. Three Cat-Calls.] Certain muſical inſtruments uſed by one ſort of Critics to confound the Poets of the Theatre.

V. 230. Norton,] See verſe 383—J. Durant Breval, Author of a very extraordinary Book of Travels, and ſome Poems. See before, Note on verſe 116.

[153] V. 251 Long Chanc'ry-lane.]’ The place where the offices of Chancery are kept: The long detention of Clients in that Court, and the difficulty of getting out, is humourouſly allegoriz'd in theſe lines.

V. 256. Who ſings ſo loudly, and who ſings ſo long.] A juſt character of Sir Richard Blackmore, Knt, who [154] (as Mr. Dryden expreſs'd it.) Writ to the rumbling of his Coach's wheels, and whoſe indefatigable Muſe produced no leſs than ſix Epic poems: Prince and King Arthur, 20 Books; Eliza, 10; Alfred, 12; The Redeemer, 6: beſides Job in folio, the whole Book of Pſalms, The Creation, 7 Books; Nature of Man, 3 Books, and many more. 'Tis in this ſenſe he is ſtiled afterwards, the Everlaſting Blackmore. Notwithſtanding all which, Mr. Gildon ſeems aſſured, that ‘"this admirable author did not think himſelf upon the ſame foot with Homer."’ Comp. Art of Poetry, Vol. 1. p. 108.

But how different is the judgment of the author of Characters of the Times? p. 25. who ſays, ‘"Sir Richard is unfortunate in happening to miſtake his proper talents, and that he has not for many years been ſo much as named or even thought of among writers."’ Even Mr. Dennis differs greatly from his friend Mr. Gilden; ‘"Blackmore's Action (ſaith he) has neither unity, nor integrity, nor morality, nor univerſality; and conſequently he can have no Fable, and no Heroic Poem: His Narration is neither probable, delightful, nor wonderful: His Characters have none of the neceſſary qualifications. The things contain'd in his Narration are neither in their own nature delightful, nor numerous enough, nor rightly diſpoſed, nor ſurpriſing, nor pathetick.—’ Nay he [155] proceeds ſo far as to ſay Sir Richard has no Genius; firſt laying down, ‘"that Genius is cauſed by a furious joy and pride of ſoul, on the conception of an extraordinary Hint. Many Men (ſays he) have their Hints, without theſe motions of fury and pride of ſoul, becauſe they want fire enough to agitate their ſpirits; and theſe we call cold writers: Others who have a great deal of fire, but have not excellent organs, feel the foremention'd motions, without the extraordinary hints; And theſe we call fuſtian writers. But he declares that Sir Richard had neither the Hints, nor the Motions."’ Remarks on Pr. Arth. 8vo. 1696. Preface.

This gentleman in his firſt works abuſed the character of Mr. Dryden, and in his laſt of Mr. Pope, accuſing him in very high and ſober terms of prophaneneſs and immorality (Eſſay on polite writing, Vol. 2. p. 270.) on a meer report from Edm. Curl, that he was author of a Traveſtie on the firſt Pſalm. Mr. Dennis took up the ſame report, but with the addition of what Sir Richard had neglected, an Argument to prove it; which being very curious, we ſhall here tranſcribe. (Remarks on Homer, 8vo. p. 27.) ‘"It was he who [156] burleſqu'd the Pſalm of David. It is apparent to me that Pſalm was burleſqu'd by a Popiſh rhymeſter. Let rhymeing perſons who have been brought up Proteſtants be otherwiſe what they will, let them be rakes, let 'em be ſcoundrels, let 'em be Atheiſts, yet education has made an invincible impreſſion on them in behalf of the ſacred writings. But a Popiſh rhymeſter has been brought up with a contempt for thoſe ſacred writings, Now ſhow me another Popiſh rhymeſter but he."’ This manner of argumentation is uſual with Mr. Dennis; he has employ'd the ſame againſt Sir Richard himſelf in a like charge of Impiety and Irreligion. ‘"All Mr. Blackmore's celeſtial Machines, as they cannot be defended ſo much as by common-receiv'd opinion, ſo are directly contrary to the doctrine of the Church of England: For the viſible deſcent of an Angel muſt be a miracle. Now it is the doctrine of the Church of England that miracles had ceas'd a long time before Prince Arthur came into the world. Now if the doctrine of the Church of England be true, as we are obliged to believe, then are all the celeſtial machines in Prince Arthur unſufferable, as wanting not only human but divine probability. But if the machines are ſufferable, that is if they have ſo much as divine probability, then it follows of neceſſity that the doctrine of the Church is falſe: So I leave it to every impartial Clergyman to conſider, &c."’ Preface to the Remarks on Prince Arthur.

[157] V. 258. As morning-pray'r and flagellation end.] It is between eleven and twelve in the morning, after church ſervice, that the criminals are whipt in Bridewell.—This is to mark punctually the Time of the day: Homer does it by the circumſtance of the Judges riſing from court, or of the Labourer's dinner; our author by one very proper both to the Perſons and the Scene of his Poem; which we may remember commenc'd in the evening of the Lord mayor's day: The firſt book paſſed in that night; the next morning the games begin in the Strand, thence along Fleetſtreet (places inhabited by Bookſellers) then they proceed by Bridewell toward Fleetditch, and laſtly thro' Ludgate to the City and the Temple of the Goddeſs.

V. 261. The Diving]’ ‘"This I fancy (ſays a great Enemy to the Poem) is a Game which no body could ever think of but the Author: however, it is work'd up admirably well, eſpecially in thoſe lines where he deſcribes Euſden (he ſhould ſay Smedley) riſing up again."’ ESSAY on the DUNCIAD, p. 19.

V 264, 265, 266. daſh thro' thick and thin—Love of dirt—dark dexterity.] The three chief qualifications of Party-writers; to ſtick at nothing, to delight in flinging dirt, and to ſlander in the dark by gueſs.

[158] V. 268. The Weekly Journals.]’Papers of news and ſcandal intermix'd, on different ſides and parties, and frequently ſhifting from one ſide to the other, call'd the London Journal, Miſt's Journal, Britiſh Journal, Daily Journal, &c. the conceal'd writers of which for ſome time were Oldmixon, Roome, Arnall, Concanen, and others; perſons never ſeen by our author.

V. 270. A peck of coals a-piece.] Our indulgent Poet, whenever he has ſpoken of any dirty or low work, conſtantly puts us in mind of the poverty of the offenders, as the only extenuation of ſuch practices. Let any one but remark, when a Thief, a Pickpocket, a Highwayman, or a Knight of the Poſt is ſpoken of, how much our hatred to thoſe characters is leſſen'd, if they add a needy Thief, a poor Pickpocket, a hungry Highwayman, a ſtarving Knight of the Poſt, &c.

V. 271. In naked majeſty Oldmixon ſtands.] Mr. JOHN OLDMIXON, next to Mr. Dennis the moſt ancient Critic of our Nation: an unjuſt cenſurer of Mr. Addiſon in his Proſe Eſſay on Criticiſm, whom alſo in his imitation of Bouhours (call'd the Arts of Logick and Rhetorick) he miſrepreſents in plain matter of fact: for in p. 45, he cites the Spectator as abuſing Dr. Swift by name, where there is not the leaſt hint of it; And in p. 304, is ſo injurious as to ſuggeſt, [159] that Mr. Addiſon himſelf writ that Tatler, No. 43, which ſays of his own Simile, that ‘"'tis as great as ever entered into the mind of man." In Poetry, he was not ſo happy as laborious, and therefore characteriz'd by the Tatler, No. 62, by the name of Omicron the Unborn Poet."’ Curl, Key, p. 13.‘"He writ Dramatic works, and a volume of Poetry, conſiſting of heroic Epiſtles, &c. ſome whereof are very well done,"’ ſaith that great Judge Mr. Jacob, in his Lives of Poets, Vol. 2. p. 303.

In his Eſſay on Criticiſm, and the Arts of Logick and Rhetorick, he frequently reflects on our Author. But the top of his character was a Perverter of Hiſtory, in that ſeadalous one of the Stuarts in folio, and his Critical Hiſtory of England, 2 vol. 8vo. Being imployed by Biſhop Kennet in publiſhing the Hiſtorians in his Collection, he falſified Daniel's Cronicle in numberleſs places. Yet this very man, in the Preface to the firſt of theſe, advanced a particular Fact to charge three eminent Perſons of falſifying the Lord Clarendon's Hiſtory; which Fact has been diſproved by the Biſhop of Rocheſter, then the only ſurvivor of them; and the particular part produced ſince, after almoſt ninety years, in that noble Author's own hand. He was all his life a virulent Party-writer for hire, and received his reward in a ſmall place which he yet enjoys.

[160] He is here likened to Milo, in alluſion to that verſe of Ovid,

—Fletque Milon ſenior, cum ſpectat inanes
Herculeis ſimiles, fluidos pendere lacertos;

either with regard to his Age, or becauſe he was undone by trying to pull to pieces an Oak that was too ſtrong for him.

—Remember Milo's end,
Wedg'd in that timber which he ſtrove to rend.

Lord Roſe.

V. 279. Next Smedley div'd.] In the ſurreptitious editions, this whole Epiſode was applied to an initial [161] letter E—, by whom if they meant the Laureate, nothing was more abſurd, no part agreeing with his character. The Allegory evidently demands a perſon dipp'd in ſcandal, and deeply immers'd in dirty work: whereas Mr. Euſden's writings rarely offended but by their length and multitude, and accordingly are tax'd of nothing elſe in book 1. verſe 102. But the perſon here mention'd, an Iriſhman, was author and publiſher of many ſcurrilous pieces, a weekly Whitehall Journal in the year 1722, in the name of Sir James Baker, and particularly whole volumes of Billingſgate againſt Dr. Swift and Mr. Pope, call'd Gulliveriana and Alexandriana, printed in 8vo. 1728.

V. 283. Then * eſſay'd.] A Gentleman of genius and ſpirit, who was ſecretly dipt in ſome papers of this kind, on whom our Poet beſtows a panegyric [162] inſtead of a Satire, as deſerving to be better imployed than in Party-quarrels and Perſonal-invectives.

V. 287. Concanen.] MATTHEW CONCANEN, an Iriſhman bred to the law: he abuſed Dr. Swift, to whom he had obligations, to which Smedley (one of his brethren in enmity to Swift) alludes in his Metamorphoſis of Scriblerus, p. 7. accuſing him of having ‘"boaſted of what he had not written, but others had reviſed and done for him.".’ He was author of ſeveral dull and dead ſcurrilities in the Britiſh and London Journals, and in a paper call'd the Speculatiſt. In a pamphlet call'd a Supplement to the Profund, he dealt very unfairly with our poet, not only frequently imputing to him Mr. Broome's verſes, (for which he might indeed ſeem in ſome degree accountable, having corrected what that gentleman did) but thoſe of the Duke of Buckingham, and others. To this rare piece, ſome-body humourouſly caus'd him to take for his motto, De profundis clamavi. He was ſince a hired Scribler in the Daily Courant, where he pour'd forth much Billingſgate againſt the Lord Bolingbroke and others; after which this man was ſurprizingly promoted to adminiſter Juſtice and Law in Jamaica.

Ver. 293. Arnall.] WILLIAM ARNALL bred an Attorney, was a perfect Genius in this Art: He began under twenty with furious Party-papers: then [163] ſucceeded Concanen in the Britiſh Journal. At the firſt publication of the Dunciad, he prevail'd on the Author not to give him his due place in it, by a letter profeſſing his deteſtation of all ſuch practiſes as his predeceſſor's: but ſince, by the moſt unexampled inſolence, impudent Billingſgate language, and perſonal abuſe of ſeveral great men the Poet's particular friends, he hath moſt amply deſerved a Niche in the Temple of Infamy. Witneſs a paper call'd the Free Briton, a Dedication intitled, To the Genuine Blunderer, 1732, and many others. He writ for hire, and valued himſelf upon it; but frequently thro' his fury, or folly, exceeded all the bounds of his Commiſſion, and obliged his honourable Patron to diſavow his ſcurrilities.

[164] V. 312. As Hylas fair.] Who was raviſh'd by the water-nymphs and drawn into the river. The ſtory is told at large by Valerius Flaccus, Lib. 3. Argon. See Virg. Ecl. 6.

V. 314, &c. A branch of Styx, &c.]’ Homer, Il. 2. Catal.

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[165] Of the land of Dreams in the ſame region, he makes mention, Odyſſ. 24. See alſo Lucian's true hiſtory. Lethe and the Land of Dreams allegorically repreſent the Stupefaction and viſionary Madneſs of Poets equally dull and extravagant. Of Alphaeus his waters gliding ſecretly under the ſea of Piſa, to mix with thoſe of Arethuſe in Sicily, vid. Moſchus Idyl. 8. Virg. Ecl. 10.

Sic tibi, cum fluctus ſubter labere Sicanos,
Doris amara ſuam non intermiſceat undam.

And again, Aen. 3.

—Alphaeum, fama eſt, huc Elidis amnem
Occultas egiſſe vias, ſubter mare, qui nunc
Ore Arethuſa tuo, Siculis confunditur undis.

[166] V. 323. ‘Taylor, ſweet Swan of Thames.]’ John Taylor the Water Poet, an honeſt man, who owns he learn'd not ſo much as his Acccidence: a rare example of modeſty in a Poet!

I muſt confeſs I do want eloquence,
And never ſcarce did learn my Accidence,
For having got from Poſſum to Poſſet,
I there was gravell'd, could no farther get.

He wrote fourſcore books in the reign of James I. and Charles I. and afterwards (like Edw. Ward) kept an Alehouſe in Long Acre. He died in 1654.

V. 324. And Shadwell nods the poppy.] Shadwell took Opium for many years, and died of too large a doſe of it, in the year 1692.

V. 325. While Milbourn.]’ Luke Milbourn a Clergyman, the faireſt of Critics; who when he wrote againſt Mr. Dryden's Virgil, did him juſtice, in printing at the ſame time his own Tranſlations of him, which were intolerable. His manner of writing has a great reſemblance with that of the Gentlemen of the Dunciad againſt our author, as will be ſeen in the Parallel of Mr. Dryden and him. Appen.

[167] V. 332. Gates of Lud.]’ ‘"King Lud repairing the City, call'd it after his own name, Lud's town; the ſtrong gate which he built in the weſt part he likewiſe for his own honour named Ludgate. In the year 1260, this gate was beautified with images of Lud and other Kings. Thoſe images in the reign of Edward VI had their heads ſmitten off, and were otherwiſe defaced by unadviſed folks. Queen Mary did ſet new heads upon their old bodies again. The 28th of Queen Elizabeth the ſame gate was clean taken down, and newly and beautifully builded with images of Lud and others as afore."’ STOW's Survey of London.

V. 342. See Hom. Odyſſ. 12. Ovid. Met. 1.

[168] V. 356. Thro the long, heavy, painful page, &c.]’ ‘"All theſe lines very well imitate the ſlow drowzineſs with which they proceed. It is impoſſible for any [169] one who has a poetical ear to read them, without perceiving the heavineſs that lags in the verſe, to imitate the action it deſcribes. The Simile of the Pines is very juſt and well-adapted to the ſubject."’ ESSAY on the DUNC. p. 21.

V. 365. Thrice Budgel aim'd to ſpeak.] Famous for his ſpeeches on many occaſions about the South Sea Scheme, &c. ‘"He is a very ingenious gentleman, and hath written ſome excellent epilogues to plays, and one ſmall piece on love, which is very pretty."’ JACOB Lives of Poets, vol. 2. p. 289. But this gentleman has ſince made himſelf much more eminent and perſonally well-known to the greateſt Stateſmen of all parties, in this nation.

V. 367. ‘Toland and Tindal.]’ Two perſons not ſo happy as to be obſcure, who writ againſt the Religion [170] of their Country. The ſurreptitious editions placed here the name of a Gentleman, who, tho' no great friend to the Clergy, is a man of morals and ingenuity. Tindal was Author of the Rights of the Chriſtian Church: He alſo wrote an abuſive pamphlet againſt Earl S—, which was ſuppreſs'd while yet in manuſcript by an eminent Perſon then out of the Miniſtry, to whom he ſhew'd it expecting his approbation: This Doctor afterwards publiſh'd the ſame piece, mutatis mutandis, againſt that very Perſon.

V. 368. Chriſt's No Kingdom, &c.]’ This is ſaid by CURL, Key to Dunc. to allude to a ſermon of a reverend Biſhop.

[171] V. 379. Centlivre.] Mrs. Suſanna Centlivre, wife to Mr. Centlivre, Yeoman of the Mouth to his Majeſty. She writ many Plays, and a ſong (ſays Mr. Jacob, vol. 1. p. 32.) before ſhe was ſeven years old. She alſo writ a Ballad againſt Mr. Pope's Homer, before he begun it.

V. 381. Boyer the State, and Law the Stage gave o'er.] A. Boyer, a voluminous compiler of Anuals, Political Collections, &c.—William Law, A. M. wrote with great zeal againſt the Stage, Mr. Dennis anſwer'd with as great. Their books were printed in 1726. Mr. Law affirm'd that ‘"the Playhouſe is the Temple of the Devil, the peculiar pleaſure of the Devil, where all they who go, yield to the Devil, where all the Laughter is a laughter among Devils, and that all who are there are hearing Muſick in the very Porch of Hell."’ To which Mr. Dennis replied, that ‘"there is every jot as much difference between a true Play, and one made by a Poetaſter, as between Two religious books, the Bible and the Alcoran."’ Then he demonſtrates that ‘"All thoſe who had written againſt the Stage were Jacobites and Nonjurors, and did it always at a time when ſomething was to be done for the Pretender. Mr. Collier publiſh'd his Short View, when France declar'd [172] for the Chevalier; and his Diſſuaſive juſt at the great Storm, when the devaſtation which that Hurricane wrought had amazed and aſtoniſhed the minds of men, and made them obnoxious to melancholy and deſponding thoughts: Mr. Law took the opportunity to attack the Stage upon the great preparations he heard were making abroad, and which the Jacobites flatter'd themſelves were deſign'd in their favour: And as for Mr. Bedford's Serious Remonſtrance, tho' I know nothing of the time of publiſhing it, yet I dare to lay odds it was either upon the Duke D'Aumont's being at Somerſet-houſe, or upon the late Rebellion."’ DENNIS, Stage defended againſt Mr. Law, pag ult.

V. 383. ‘Norton]’ Norton de Foe, offspring of the famous Daniel. Fortes creantur fortibus. One of the authors of the Flying-Poſt, in which well-bred work Mr. P. had ſometime the honour to be abus'd with [173] his betters, and of many hired ſcurrilities and daily papers to which he never ſet his name, in a due fear of Laws and Cudgels.

V. 394. And to mere mortals ſeem'd a Prieſt in drink.]This line preſents us with an excellent moral, that we are never to paſs judgment merely by appearances; a leſſon to all men who may happen to ſee a reverend perſon in the like ſituation, not to determine too raſhly: ſince not only the Poets frequently deſcribe a Bard inſpir'd in this poſture, (On Cam's fair bank where Chaucer lay inſpir'd, and the like) but an eminent Caſuiſt tells us, that if a Prieſt be ſeen in any indecent action, we ought to account it a deception of ſight, or illuſion of the Devil, who ſometimes takes upon him the ſhape of holy men on purpoſe to cauſe ſcandal. How little the prophane author of the Characters of the Times printed 1728, regarded this admonition, appears from theſe words pag. 26. (ſpeaking of the reverend Mr. Laurence Euſden) ‘"A moſt worthy ſucceſſor of Tate in the Laureatſhip, [174] a man of inſuperable modeſty, ſince certainly it was not his Ambition that led him to ſeek this illuſtrious poſt, but his Affection to the Perquiſite of Sack."’ SCRIBLERUS.

V. 395. Fleet.] A Priſon for inſolvent Debtors on the bank of the Ditch.

End of the SECOND BOOK.
[114]

V. 1. ‘High on a gorgeous ſeat.]’ Parody of

Milton, lib. 2.
High on a throne of royal ſtate, that far
Outſhone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind,
Or where the gorgeous Eaſt with richeſt hand
Show'rs on her Kings barbaric pearl and gold,
Satan exalted ſate,—

[118] V. 31. ‘A poet's form ſhe plac'd before their eyes.]’ This is what Juno does to deceive Turnus, Aen. 10.

Tum dea nube cava, tenuem fine viribus umbram,
In faciem Aeneae (viſu mirabile monſtrum)
Dardaniis ornat telis, clypeumque jubaſque
Divini aſſimilat capitis—Dat inania verba,
Dat fine mente ſonum—

The reader will obſerve how exactly ſome of theſe verſes ſuit with their allegorical application here to a plagiary: There ſeems to me a great propriety in this Epiſode, where ſuch an one is imag'd by a phantom that deludes the graſp of the expecting Bookſeller.

V. 35. ‘But ſuch a bulk as no twelve bards.]’

Virg. 12
Vix illud lecti bis ſex—
Qualia nunc hominum producit corpora tellus.

[122] V. 54, &c. Something like this is in Homer Il. 10. ver. 220. of Diomed. Two different manners of the ſame author in his ſimilies are alſo imitated in the two following; the firſt of the Bailiff is ſhort, unadorn'd, and (as the Critics well know) from familiar life; the ſecond of the Water-fowl more extended, pictureſque, and from rural life. The 55th verſe is likewiſe a literal tranſlation of one in Homer.

V. 56. ‘So take the hindmoſt Hell.]’

Horace de Art.
Occupet extremum ſcabies; mihi turpe relinqui eſt.

[123] V. 60.

On feet, and wings, and flies, and wades, and hops;
So lab'ring on, with ſhoulders, hands, and head.]

Milton, lib. 2.
—So eagerly the fiend
O'er bog, o'er ſteep, thro' ſtrait, rough, denſe or rare,
With head, hands, wings, or feet, purſues his way,
And ſwims, or ſinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.

[125] V. 69. ‘Here fortun'd Curl to ſlide.]’

Virg. Aen. 5. of Niſus.
Labitur infelix, caeſis ut forte juvencis
Fuſus humum virideſque ſuper madefecerat herbas—
Concidit, immundoque fimo, ſacroque cruore.

V. 70. And Bernard! Bernard!]’

Virg. Ecl, 6.
—Ut littus, Hyla, Hyla, omne ſonaret.

[127] V. 79. See Lucian's Icaro-Menippus; where this fiction is more extended.

V. id. ‘A place there is, betwixt earth, air and ſeas.]’

Ovid. Met. 12.
Orbe locus medio eſt, inter terraſque, fretumque,
Coeleſteſque plagas—

V. 88. Alludes to Homer, Iliad. 5.

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A ſtream of nectarous humour iſſuing flow'd,
Sanguin, ſuch as celeſtial ſpirits may bleed. Milton.
V. 89. Cloacina.] The Roman Goddeſs of the common-ſhores.
[128] V. 93. Oft as he fiſh'd, &c.] See the preface to Swift and Pope's Miſcellanies.
V. 96. As oil'd with magic juices.] Alluding to the opinion that there are ointments us'd by witches to enable them to fly in the air, &c.

V. 105. ‘Nor heeds the brown diſhonours of his face.]’

Virg. Aen. 5.
—faciem oſtentabat, & udo
Turpia membra fimo—

V. 130. ‘A ſhapeleſs ſhade, &c.]’

Virg. Aen. 6.
—Effugit imago,
Par levibus ventis, volucrique ſimillima ſomno.

[129] V. 106. ‘His papers light, fly diverſe, toſt in air.]’ Virg 6. of the Sybils leafs,

Carmina—turbata volent rapidis ludibria ventis.

The perſons mention'd in the next line are ſome of thoſe, whoſe writings, epigrams or jeſts he had own'd. See note on verſe 46.

[133] V. 133.

—piteous of his caſe,
Yet ſmiling at his ruful length of face.)

Virg. Aen. 5.
—Riſit pater optimus illi.
Me liceat caſum miſerare inſontis amici—
Sic fatus, Gaetuli tergum immane leonis, &c.

[138] V. 143. ‘Himſelf among the ſtoried chiefs he ſpies, &c.]’

Virg. Aen. 1.
Se quoque principibus permixtum agnovit Achivis—
Conſiitit & lacrymans. Quis jam locus, inquis, Achate!
Quae regio in terris noſtri non plena laboris?

[139] V. 148. ‘And the freſh vomit run for ever green.]’

A parody on theſe of a late noble author.
His bleeding arm had furniſh'd all their rooms,
And run for ever purple in the looms.

V. 150. ‘Two babes of love cloſe clinging to her waſte.]’

Virg. Aen. 5.
Creſſa genus, Pholoe, geminique ſub ubere nati.

[140] V. 155.

Yon Juno—
With cow-like udders, and with ox like eyes.]

‘In alluſion to Homer's [...].’

[141] V. 157. ‘This China Jordan, &c.]’

Virg. Aen. 5.
Tertius, Argolica hac galea contentus abito.

V. ibid. This China Jordan.] In the games of Homer Il. 23. there are ſet together as prizes, a Lady and a Kettle; as in this place Mrs. Haywood and a Jordan. But there the preference in value is given to the Kettle, at which Mad. Dacier is juſtly diſpleas'd: Mrs. H. here is treated with diſtinction, and acknowledged to be the more valuable of the two.

[142] V. 161. ‘This on his manly confidence relies, That on his vigour.]’

Vir. Aen. 5.
—Ille melior motu, fretuſque juventa,
Hic membris & mole valens.

V. 165. ‘So Jove's bright bow—Sure ſign—]’The words of Homer of the Rainbow, in Iliad 11.

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que le fils de Saturn à fondez dans les nües, pour etre
dans tous les âges un ſigne à tous les mortels.
Dacier.

[143] V. 173. ‘So, (fam'd like thee for turbulence and horns,) Eridanus.] Virgil mentions theſe two qualifications of Eridanus, Geor. 4.

Et gemina auratus taurino cornua vultu,
Eridanus, quo non alius per pinguia culta
In mare purpureum violentior effluit amnis.

The Poets fabled of this river Eridanus, that it flow'd thro' the skies. Denham, Cooper's Hill.

Heav'n her Eridanus no more ſhall boaſt,
Whoſe fame like thine in leſſer currents loſt,
Thy nobler ſtream ſhall viſit Jove's abodes,
To ſhine among the ſtars, and bathe the Gods.

[150] V. 215. ‘To move, to raiſe, &c.—Let others aim—'Tis yours to ſhake, &c.]’

Virgil. Aen. 6.
Excudent alii ſpirantia mollius aera,
Credo equidem, vivos ducant e marmore vultus, &c.
Tu, regere imperio populos, Romane, memento,
Hoe tibi erunt artes—

[151] V. 233. ‘—A Cat-call each ſhall win, &c.’

Virg. Ecl. 3.
Non noſtrum inter vos tantas componere lites,
Et vitula tu dignus, & hic—

V. 237. A Simile with a long tail, in the manner of Homer.

[152] V. 248.‘—bray back to him again.] A figure of ſpeech taken from Virgil,

Et vox aſſenſu nemorum ingeminata remugit.
Geor. 3.

He hears his num'rous herds low o'er the plain,
While neighb'ring hills low back to them again.
Cowley.

The poet here celebrated, Sir R. B delighted much in the word Bray, which he endeavour'd to ennoble [153] by applying it to the ſound of Armour, War, &c. In imitation of him, and ſtrengthen'd by his authority, our author has here admitted it into Heroic poetry.

V. 250. ‘Prick all their ears up, and forget to graze.]’

Virg. Ecl. 8.
Immemor herbarum quos eſt mirata juvenca.

The progreſs of the ſound from place to place, and the ſcenary here of the bordering regions, Tot'nam-fields, Chancery-lane, the Thames, Weſtminſter-hall, and Hungerfordſtairs, are imitated from Virg. Aen. 7. on the ſounding the horn of Alecto.

Audiit & Triviae longe lacus, audiit amnis
Sulphurea Nar albus aqua, fonteſque Velini, &c.

[155] V. 261. ‘The King of dykes! &c.]’

Virg.
Fluviorum rex Eridanus,
—quo non alius, per pingvia culta,
In mare purpureum violentior influit amnis.

[160] V. 281. ‘—and call on Smedley loſt, &c.]’

Lord Roſcommon's tranſlation of Virgil's 6th Eclog.
Alcides wept in vain for Hylas loſt,
Hylas in vain reſounds thro' all the coaſt.

[161] V. 290. ‘Not everlaſting Blackmore.]

Virg. Aen. 5.
Nec bonus Eurytion praelato invidit honori, &c.

[163] V. 302. ‘—in majeſty of mud.]’

Milton,
—in majeſty of darkneſs round
Circled—

[164] V. 305. ‘Greater he looks, and more than mortal ſtares.]’ Virg. 6. of the Sybil.

—majorque videri
Nec mortale ſonans—

[165] V. 321. ‘How to the banks, &c.]’

Virg, Ecl. 6.
Tum canit errantem Permeſſi ad flumina Gallum,
Utque viro Phoebi chorus aſſurexerit omnis;
Ut Linus haec illi divino carmine paſtor,
Floribus atque apio crines ornatus amaro,
Dixerit, Hos tibi dant calamos, en accipe, Muſae.
Aſcraeo quos ante ſeni—&c.

[168] V. 348. ‘The ſame their talents—Each prompt, &c.]’

Virg. Ecl. 7.
Ambo florentes aetatibus, Arcades ambo,
Et certare pares, & reſpondere parati.

V. 350.

Smit with the love of ſacred ſong—
Milt.

V. 352. ‘The heroes ſit; the vulgar form a ring.]’

Ovid. M. 13
Conſedere duces, & vulgi ſtante corona.

[170] V. 378. ‘O'er all the ſea of heads.]’

Blackm. Job.
A waving ſea of heads was round me ſpread,
And ſtill freſh ſtreams the gazing deluge fed.

[172] V. 386. ‘And all was buſh'd, as Folly's ſelf lay dead.]’Alludes to Dryden's verſe in the Indian Emperor,

All things are buſh'd, as Nature's ſelf lay dead.

THE DUNCIAD.

[175]
ARGUMENT to BOOK the THIRD.

After the other perſons are diſpoſed in their proper places of reſt, the Goddeſs tranſports the King to her Temple, and there lays him to ſlumber with his head on her lap; a poſition of marvellous virtue, which cauſes all the viſions of wild enthuſiaſts, projectors, politicians, inamorato's, caſtle-builders, chymiſts and poets. He is immediately carry'd on the wings of Fancy to the Elyzian ſhade, where on the banks of Lethe the ſouls of the dull are dipp'd by Bavius, before their entrance into this world. There he is met by the ghoſt of Settle, and by him made acquainted with the wonders of the place, and with thoſe which he is himſelf deſtin'd to perform. He takes him to a Mount of Viſion, from whence he ſhews him the paſt triumphs of the Empire of Dulneſs, then the preſent, and laſtly the future: [176] How ſmall a part of the world was ever conquered by Science, how ſoon thoſe conqueſts were ſtop'd, and thoſe very nations again reduced to her dominion. Then diſtinguiſhing the Iſland of Great Britain, ſhews by what aids, and by what perſons, it ſhall be forthwith brought to her empire. Theſe he cauſes to paſs in review before his eyes, deſcribing each by his proper figure, character, and qualifications. On a ſudden the Scene ſhifts, and a vaſt number of Miracles and prodigies appear, utterly ſurprizing and unknown to the King himſelf, till they are explained to be the wonders of his own reign now commencing. On this ſubject Settle breaks into a congratulation, yet not unmix'd with concern, that his own times were but the types of theſe; He prophecies bow firſt the nation ſhall be over-run with Farces, Opera's, and Shows; and the throne of Dulneſs advanced over both the Theatres; Then how her ſons ſhall preſide in the ſeats of Arts and ſciences, till in concluſion all ſhall return to their original Chaos A ſcene, of which the preſent Action of the Dunciad is but a Type or Foretaſte, giving a Glimpſe or Piſgah-ſight of the promis'd Fulnefs of her Glory; the Accompliſhment whereof will, in all probability, hereafter be the Theme of many other and greater Dunciads.

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BUT in her Temple's laſt receſs inclos'd,
On Dulneſs lap th' Anointed head repos'd.
Him cloſe ſhe curtain'd round with vapours blue,
And ſoft beſprinkled with Cimmerian dew.
Then raptures high the ſeat of ſenſe o'erflow,
Which only heads refin'd from reaſon know.
Hence, from the ſtraw where Bedlam's Prophet nods,
He hears loud Oracles, and talks with Gods:
[178] Hence the Fool's paradiſe, the Stateſman's ſcheme,
The air-built Caſtle, and the golden Dream,
The Maid's romantic wiſh, the Chymiſt's flame,
And Poet's viſion of eternal fame.
And now, on Fancy's eaſy wing convey'd,
The King deſcended to th' Elyzian Shade.
There, in a dusky vale where Lethe rolls,
Old Bavius ſits, to dip poetic Souls,
[179] And blunt the ſenſe, and fit it for a ſcull
Of ſolid proof, impenetrably dull:
Inſtant when dipt, away they wing their flight,
Where Brown and Mears unbar the gates of Light,
[180] Demand new bodies, and in Calf's array,
Ruſh to the world, impatient for the day.
Millions and millions on theſe banks he views,
Thick as the ſtars of night, or morning dews,
As thick as bees o'er vernal bloſſoms fly,
As thick as eggs at Ward in Pillory.
[181]
Wond'ring he gaz'd: When lo! a Sage appears,
By his broad ſhoulders known, and length of ears,
[182] Known by the band and ſuit which Settle wore,
(His only ſuit) for twice three years before:
All as the veſt, appear'd the wearers frame,
Old in new ſtate, another yet the ſame.
Bland and familiar as in life, begun
Thus the great Father to the greater Son.
Oh born to ſee what none can ſee awake!
Behold the wonders of th' oblivious Lake.
Thou, yet unborn, haſt touch'd this ſacred ſhore;
The hand of Bavius drench'd thee o'er and o'er.
[183] But blind to former, as to future Fate,
What mortal knows his pre-exiſtent ſtate?
Who knows how long, thy tranſmigrating ſoul
Might from Boeotian to Boeotian roll!
How many Dutchmen ſhe vouchſaf'd to third?
How many ſtages thro' old Monks ſhe rid?
And all who ſince, in mild benighted days,
Mix'd the Owl's ivy with the Poet's bays?
As man's maeanders to the vital ſpring
Roll all their tydes, then back their circles bring;
Or whirligigs, twirl'd round by skilful ſwain,
Suck the thread in, then yield it out again:
All nonſenſe thus, of old or modern date,
Shall in thee center, from thee circulate.
For this, our Queen unfolds to viſion true
Thy mental eye, for thou haſt much to view:
[184] Old ſcehes of glory, times long caſt behind
Shall firſt recall'd, ruſh forward to thy mind;
Then ſtretch thy ſight o'er all her riſing reign,
And let the paſt and future fire thy brain.
Aſcend this hill, whoſe cloudy point commands
Her boundleſs empire over ſeas and lands.
See round the Poles where keener ſpangles ſhine,
Where ſpices ſmoke beneath the burning Line,
(Earth's wide extreams) her ſable flag diſplay'd;
And all the nations cover'd in her ſhade!
Far eaſtward caſt thine eye, from whence the Sun
And orient Science at a birth begun.
One god-like Monarch all that pride confounds,
He, whoſe long wall the wand'ring Tartar bounds.
Heav'ns! what a pyle? whole ages periſh there:
And one bright blaze turns Learning into air.
[185]
Thence to the ſouth extend thy gladden'd eyes;
There rival flames with equal glory riſe,
From ſhelves to ſhelves ſee greedy Vulcan roll,
And lick up all their Phyſic of the ſoul.
How little, mark! that portion of the ball,
Where, faint at beſt, the beams of Science ſall:
Soon as they dawn, from Hyperborean skies,
Embody'd dark, what clouds of Vandals riſe!
Lo where Moeotis ſleeps, and hardly flows
The freezing Tanais thro' a waſte of ſnows,
The North by myriads pours her mighty ſons,
Great nurſe of Goths, of Alans, and of Huns.
See Alaric's ſtern port, the martial frame
Of Genſeric! and Attila's dread name!
See, the bold Oſtrogoths on Latium fall;
See, the fierce Viſigoths on Spain and Gaul.
See, where the morning gilds the palmy ſhore
(The ſoil that arts and infant letters bore)
[186] His conqu'ring tribes th' Arabian prophet draws,
And ſaving Ignorance enthrones by Laws.
See Chriſtians, Jews, one heavy ſabbath keep;
And all the Weſtern world believe and ſleep.
Lo Rome her ſelf, proud miſtreſs now no more
Of arts, but thund'ring againſt heathen lore;
[187] Her gray-hair'd Synods damning books unread,
And Bacon trembling for his brazen head;
Padua with ſighs beholds her Livy burn,
And ev'n the Antipodes Vigilius mourn.
See, the Cirque falls! th' unpillar'd Temple nods!
Streets pav'd with Heroes, Tyber choak'd with Gods!
Till Peter's keys ſome chriſten'd Jove adorn,
And Pan to Moſes lends his pagan horn;
See graceleſs Venus to a Virgin turn'd,
Or Phidias broken, and Apelles burn'd.
Behold yon' Iſle, by Palmers, Pilgrims trod,
Men bearded, bald, cowl'd, uncowl'd, ſhod, unſhod,
[188] Peel'd, patch'd, and pyebald, linſey-woolſey brothers,
Grave mummers! ſleeveleſs ſome, and ſhirtleſs others.
That once was Britain—Happy! had ſhe ſeen
No fiercer ſons, had Eaſter never been.
In peace, great Goddeſs! ever be ador'd;
How keen the war, if Dulneſs draw the ſword?
Thus viſit not thy own! on this bleſt age
Oh ſpread thy Influence, but reſtrain thy Rage!
And ſee! my ſon, the hour is on its way,
That lifts our Goddeſs to imperial ſway
This fav'rite Iſle, long ſever'd from her reign,
Dove like, ſhe gathers to her wings again.
Now look thro' Fate! behold the ſcené ſhe draws!
What aids, what armies, to aſſert her cauſe?
[189] See all her progeny, illuſtrious ſight!
Behold, and count them, as they riſe to light.
As Berecynthia, while her offspring vye
In homage, to the Mother of the sky,
Surveys around her in the bleſt abode
A hundred ſons, and ev'ry ſon a God:
Not with leſs glory mighty Dulneſs crown'd
Shall take thro' Grubſtreet her triumphant round,
And her Parnaſſus glancing o'er at once,
Behold a hundred ſons, and each a dunce.
Mark firſt that youth who takes the foremoſt place,
And thruſts his perſon full into your face.
With all thy father's virtues bleſt, be born!
And a new Cibber ſhall the Stage adorn.
[190]
A ſecond ſee, by meeker manners known,
And modeſt as the maid that ſips alone;
From the ſtrong fate of drams if thou get free,
Another Durſey, Ward! ſhall ſing in thee.
Thee ſhall each Ale-houſe, thee each Gill-houſe mourn,
And anſw'ring Gin-ſhops ſowrer ſighs return!
Lo next two ſlip-ſhod Muſes traipſe along,
In lofty madneſs, meditating ſong,
With treſſes ſtaring from poetic dreams,
And never waſh'd, but in Caſtalia's ſtreams:
Haywood, Centlivre, glories of their race!
Lo Horneck's fierce, and Roome's funeral face;
[191] Lo ſneering Goode, half malice and half whim,
A fiend in glee, ridiculouſly grim.
[192] Jacob, the ſcourge of Grammar, mark with awe,
Nor leſs revere him, blunderbuſs of Law.
[193] Lo Bond and Foxton, ev'ry nameleſs name,
All crowd, who foremoſt ſhall be damn'd to fame?
Some ſtrain in rhyme; the Muſes, on their racks,
Scream, like the winding of ten thouſand Jacks:
Some free from rhyme or reaſon, rule or check,
Break Priſcian's head, and Pegaſus's neck;
Down, down they larum, with impetuous whirl,
The Pindars, and the Miltons, of a Curl.
Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls,
And makes Night hideous—Anſwer him ye Owls!
[194]
Senſe, ſpeech, and meaſure, living tongues and dead,
Let all give way—and Morris may be read.
Flow Welſted, flow! like thine inſpirer Beer,
Tho' ſtale, not ripe; tho' thin, yet never clear;
[195] So ſweetly mawkiſh, and ſo ſmoothly dull;
Heady, not ſtrong; and foaming, tho' not full.
[196]
Ah Dennis! Gildon ah! what ill-ſtarr'd rage
Divides a friendſhip long conſirm'd by age?
Blockheads with reaſon wicked wits abhor,
But fool with fool is barb'rous civil war.
Embrace, embrace my ſons! be foes no more!
Nor glad vile Poets with true Critics gore.
[197]
Behold yon Pair, in ſtrict embraces join'd;
How like in manners, and how like in mind!
Fam'd for good nature, Burnet, and for truth;
Ducket for pious paſſion to the youth.
Equal in wit, and equally polite,
Shall this a Paſquin, that a Grumbler write;
[198] Like are their merits, like rewards they ſhare,
That ſhines a Conſul, this Commiſſioner.
[199]
"But who is he, in cloſet cloſe y pent,
"Of ſober face, with learned duſt beſprent?
[200] Right well mine eyes arede the myſter wight,
On parchment ſcraps y-fed, and Wormius hight.
[201] To future ages may thy dulneſs laſt,
As thou preſerv'ſt the dulneſs of the paſt!
[202]
There, dim in clouds, the poreing Scholiaſts mark,
Wits, who like owls ſee only in the dark,
A Lumberhouſe of books in ev'ry head,
For ever reading, never to be read!
[203]
But, where each Science lifts its modern type,
Hiſt'ry her Pot, Divinity his Pipe,
While proud Philoſophy repines to ſhow
Diſhoneſt ſight! his breeches rent below;
Imbrown'd with native bronze, lo Henley ſtands,
Tuning his voice, and balancing his hands.
[204] How fluent nonſenſe trickles from his tongue!
How ſweet the periods, neither ſaid nor ſung!
Still break the benches, Henley! with thy ſtrain,
While Kennet, Hare, and Gibſon preach in vain.
[205] Oh great Reſtorer of the good old Stage,
Preacher at once, and Zany of thy age!
Oh worthy thou of Aegypt's wiſe abodes,
A decent prieſt, where monkeys were the gods!
But fate with butchers plac'd thy prieſtly ſtall,
Meek modern faith to murder, hack, and mawl;
And bade thee live, to crown Britannia's praiſe,
In Toland's, Tindal's, and in Woolſton's days.
Yet oh my ſons! a father's words attend:
(So may the fates preſerve the ears you lend)
'Tis yours, a Bacon or a Locke to blame,
A Newton's Genius, or a Milton's flame:
But O! with one, immortal One diſpenſe,
The ſource of Newton's Light, of Bacon's Senſe!
Content, each Emanation of his fires
That beams on earth, each Virtue he inſpires,
[206] Each Art he prompts, each Charm he can create,
What-e'er he gives, are giv'n for you to hate.
Perſiſt, by all divine in Man un-aw'd,
But learn, ye Dunces! not to ſcorn your GOD.
Thus he, for then a ray of reaſon ſtole
Half thro' the ſolid darkneſs of his ſoul;
But ſoon the cloud return'd—and thus the Sire:
See now, what Dulneſs and her ſons admire!
See what the charms that ſmite the ſimple heart
Not touch'd by nature, and not reach'd by art.
He look'd, and ſaw a ſable Sorc'rer riſe,
Swift to whoſe hand a winged volume flies:
All ſudden, Gorgons hiſs, and dragons glare,
And ten-horn'd fiends and Giants ruſh to war.
[207] Hell riſes, Heav'n deſcends, and dance on Earth,
Gods, imps, and monſters, muſic, rage, and mirth,
A fire, a jig, a battle, and a ball,
Till one wide conflagration ſwallows all.
Thence a new world to Nature's laws unknown,
Breaks out refulgent, with a heav'n its own:
Another Cynthia her new journey runs,
And other planets circle other ſuns:
The foreſts dance, the rivers upward riſe,
Whales ſport in woods, and dolphins in the skies;
And laſt, to give the whole creation grace,
Lo! one vaſt Egg produces human race.
Joys fills his ſoul, joy innocent of thought:
What pow'r, he cries, what pow'r theſe wonders wrought?
[208]
Son! what thou ſeek'ſt is in thee. Look, and find
Each monſter meets his likeneſs in thy mind.
Yet would'ſt thou more? In yonder cloud behold,
Whoſe ſarcenet skirts are edg'd with flamy gold,
A matchleſs youth! His nod theſe worlds controuls,
Wings the red lightning, and the thunder rolls.
Angel of Dulneſs, ſent to ſcatter round
Her magic charms o'er all unclaſſic ground:
[209] Yon ſtars, yon ſuns, he rears at pleaſure higher,
Illumes their light; and ſets their flames on fire.
Immortal Rich! how calm he ſits at eaſe
Mid ſnows of paper, and fierce hail of peaſe;
And proud his miſtreſs' orders to perform,
Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the ſtorm.
But lo! to dark encounter in mid air
New wizards riſe: here Booth, and Cibber there:
Booth in his cloudy tabernacle ſhrin'd,
On grinning dragons Cibber mounts the wind:
Dire is the conflict, diſmal is the din,
Here ſhouts all Drury, there all Lincolns-Inn;
Contending Theatres our empire raiſe,
Alike their labours, and alike their praiſe.
And are theſe wonders, Son, to thee unknown?
Unknown to thee? Theſe wonders are thy own.
For works like theſe let deathleſs Journals tell,
"None but thy ſelf can be thy parallel.
[210] Theſe, Fate reſerv'd to grace thy reign divine,
Foreſeen by me, but ah! with-held from mine.
[211] In Lud's old walls tho' long I rul'd renown'd,
Far, as loud Bow's ſtupendous bells reſound;
[212] Tho' my own Aldermen conferr'd my bays,
To me committing their eternal praiſe,
[213] Their full-fed Heroes, their pacific May'rs,
Their annual trophies, and their monthly wars:
Tho' long my Party built on me their hopes,
For writing pamphlets, and for roaſting Popes;
[214] (Diff'rent our parties, but with equal grace
The Goddeſs ſmiles on Whig and Tory race,
'Tis the ſame rope at ſeveral ends they twiſt,
To Dulneſs, Ridpath is as dear as Miſt.)
Yet lo! in me what authors have to brag on!
Reduc'd at laſt to hiſs in my own dragon.
Avert it, heav'n! that thou or Cibber e'er
Should wag two ſerpent-tails in Smithfield fair.
[215] Like the vile ſtraw that's blown about the ſtreets,
The needy Poet ſticks to all he meets,
Coach'd, carted, trod upon, now looſe, now faſt,
And carry'd off in ſome Dog's tail at laſt.
Happier thy fortunes! like a rolling ſtone,
Thy giddy dulneſs ſtill ſhall lumber on.
Safe in its heavineſs, can never ſtray,
And licks up every blockhead in the way.
Thy dragons Magiſtrates and Peers ſhall taſte,
And from each ſhow riſe duller than the laſt,
Till rais'd from Booths to Theatre, to Court,
Her ſeat imperial, Dulneſs ſhall tranſport.
Already Opera prepares the way,
The ſure fore-runner of her gentle ſway.
To aid her cauſe, if heav'n thou can'ſt not bend,
Hell thou ſhalt move; for Fauſtus is thy friend:
[216] Pluto with Cato thou for her ſhalt join,
And link the Mourning-Bride to Proſerpine.
Grubſtreet! thy fall ſhould men and Gods conſpire,
Thy ſtage ſhall ſtand, enſure it but from fire.
Another Aeſchylus appears! prepare
For new abortions, all ye pregnant fair!
[217] In flames, like Semeles, be brought to bed,
While opening hell ſpouts wild-fire at your head.
Now Bavius take the poppy from thy brow,
And place it here! here all ye heroes bow!
This, this is he, foretold by ancient rhymes:
Th'Auguſtus, born to bring Saturnian times:
Beneath his reign, ſhall Euſden wear the bays,
Cibber preſide, Lord-Chancellor of Plays.
[218] Benſon ſole judge of architecture ſit,
And Ambroſe Philips be preferr'd for wit!
[219] While naked mourns the Dormitory wall,
And Jones and Boyle's united labours fall,
[220] While Wren with ſorrow to the grave deſcends,
Gay dies unpenſion'd with a hundred friends,
[221] Hibernian politicks, O Swift, thy doom,
And Pope's tranſlating three whole years with Broome.
[222]
Proceed great days! till learning fly the ſhore,
Till birch ſhall bluſh with noble blood no more,
Till Thames ſee Eton's ſons for ever play,
Till Weſtminſter's whole year be holiday;
Till Iſis' elders reel, their pupils ſport;
And Alma Mater lye diſſolv'd in port!
Signs following ſigns lead on the mighty year;
See! the dull ſtars roll round and re-appear.
She comes! the cloud-compelling Pow'r, behold!
With Night primaeval, and with Chaos old.
[223] Lo! the great Anarch's ancient reign reſtor'd;
Light dies before her uncreating word.
As one by one, at dread Maedea's ſtrain,
The ſick'ning ſtars fade off th' aethereal plain;
As Argus' eyes, by Hermes wand oppreſt,
Clos'd one by one to everlaſting reſt;
[224] Thus at her felt approach, and ſecret might,
Art after art goes out, and all is night.
See ſculking Truth in her old cavern lye,
Secur'd by mountains of heap'd caſuiſtry:
Philoſophy, that touch'd the heav'ns before,
Shrinks to her hidden cauſe, and is no more:
See Phyſic beg the Stagyrite's defence!
See Metaphyſic call for aid on ſence!
See myſtery to Mathematics fly!
In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die.
Thy hand, great Dulneſs! lets the curtain fall,
And univerſal darkneſs buries all.
Enough! enough! the raptur'd monarch cries;
And thro' the Ivory gate the viſion flies.

REMARKS on BOOK the THIRD.

[177]

V. 5, 6, &c.] Hereby is intimated that the following Viſion is no more than the chimera of the dreamer's brain, and not a real or intended ſatire on the preſent Age, doubtleſs more learned, more inlighten'd, and more abounding with great Genius's in Divinity, Politics, and whatever arts and ſciences, than all the preceding. For fear of any ſuch miſtake of our Poet's honeſt meaning, he hath again at the [178] end of the Viſion repeated this monition, ſaying that it all paſt thro' the Ivory gate, which (according to the Ancients) denoteth Falſity. SCRIBLERUS.

V. 16. Old Bavius ſits.] Bavius was an ancient Poet, celebrated by Virgil for the like cauſe as Tibbald by our author, tho' not in ſo chriſtian-like a manner: For [179] heatheniſhly it is declar'd by Virgil of Bavius, that he ought to be hated and deteſted for his evil works; Qui Bavium non odit; whereas we have often had occaſion to obſerve our Poet's great good nature and mercifulneſs, thro' the whole courſe of this poem.

Mr. Dennis warmly contends that Bavius was no inconſiderable author; nay, that ‘"he and Maevius had (even in Auguſtus's days) a very formidable Party at Rome, who thought them much ſuperior to Virgil and Horace:" For (ſaith he) "I cannot believe they would have fixed that eternal brand upon them, if they had not been coxcombs in more than ordinary credit."’ Rem. on Pr. Arthur, part 2. c. 1. (An argument which if this Poem ſhould laſt, will conduce to the honour of the Gentlemen of the Dunciad.) In like manner he tells us of Settle, that ‘"he was once a formidable Rival to Mr. Dryden, and that in the Univerſity of Cambridge there were thoſe who gave him the preference."’ Mr. Welſted goes yet farther in his behalf. ‘"Poor Settle was formerly the Mighty Rival of Dryden: nay, for many years, bore his reputation above him."’ Pref. to his [180] Poems, 8vo. p. 51.] And Mr. Milbourn cried out, ‘"How little was Dryden able, even when his blood run high, to defend himſelf againſt Mr. Settle!"’ Notes on Dryd. Virg. p. 175. Theſe are comfortable opinions! and no wonder ſome authors indulge them. SCRIBLERUS.

V. 20. ‘Brown and Mears.]’ Bookſellers, Printers for Tibbald, Mrs. Haywood, or any body.—The Allegory of the ſouls of the dull coming forth in the form of books, dreſt in calve's leather, and being let abroad in vaſt numbers by Bookſellers, is ſufficiently intelligible.

V. 26. Ward in Pillory.] John Ward of Hackney, Eſq Member of Parliament, being convicted of Forgery, was firſt expelled the Houſe, and then ſentenc'd [181] to the Pillory on the 17th of Febr. 1727. Mr. Curl (having likewiſe ſtood there) looks upon the mention of ſuch a Gentleman in a ſatire, as a great act of Barbarity, Key to the Dunc. 3d Edit. p. 16. And another Author thus reaſons upon it. Durgen, 8vo. pag. 11, 12. ‘"How unworthy is it of Chriſtian Charity to animate the rabble to abuſe a worthy man in ſuch a ſituation? What could move the Poet thus to mention a brave Sufferer, a gallant Priſoner, expoſed to the view of all mankind! It was laying aſide his Senſes, it was committing a Crime for which the Law is deficient not to puniſh him! nay a Crime which Man can ſcarce forgive, nor Time efface! Nothing ſurely could have induced him to it but being bribed by a great Lady,"’ (to whom this brave, honeſt, worthy Gentleman was guilty of no offence but Forgery proved in open Court, &c.) But it is evident this verſe could not be meant of him; it being notorious, that no Eggs were thrown at that Gentleman: Perhaps therefore it might be intended of Mr. Edward Ward the Poet.

V. 28. And length of Ears.] This is a ſophiſticated reading. I think I may venture to affirm all the Copyiſts are miſtaken here: I believe I may ſay the ſame of the Critics; Dennis, Oldmixon, Welſted, have paſs'd it in ſilence: I have alſo ſtumbled at it, and wonder'd how an error ſo manifeſt could eſcape ſuch accurate perſons? I dare aſſert it proceeded originally from [182] the inadvertency of ſome Tranſcriber, whoſe head run on the Pillory mention'd two lines before: It is therefore amazing that Mr. Curl himſelf ſhould overlook it! Yet that Scholiaſt takes not the leaſt notice hereof. That the learned Miſt alſo read it thus, is plain, from his ranging this paſſage among thoſe in which our Author was blamed for perſonal Satire on a Man's Face (whereof doubtleſs he might take the Ear to be a part;) So likewiſe Concanen, Ralph, the Flying-Poſt, and all the Herd of Commentators.—Tota armenta ſequuntur.

A very little Sagacity (which all theſe Gentlemen therefore wanted) will reſtore to us the true ſenſe of the Poet, thus,

By his broad Shoulders known, and length of years. See how eaſy a change! of one ſingle letter! That Mr. Settle was old is moſt certain, but he was (happily) a ſtranger to the Pillory. This Note partly Mr. THEOBALD, partly SCRIBLERUS.

[184] V. 42. Might from Boeotian, &c.]’ See the Remark on Book 1. V. 23.

V. 61, 62. See round the Poles, &c.]’ Almoſt the whole Southerrn and Northern Continent wrapt in Ignorance.

V. 65.] Our author favours the opinion that all Sciences came from the Eaſtern nations.

V. 69.] Chi Ho-amti, Emperor of China, the ſame who built the great wall between China and Tartary, deſtroy'd all the books and learned men of that empire.

[185] V. 73, 74.] The Caliph, Omar I. having conquer'd Aegypt, caus'd his General to burn the Ptolomaean library, on the gates of which was this inſcription, Medicina Animae, The Phyſick of the Soul.

V. 88. The Soil that arts and infant letters bore.] Phoenicia, Syria, &c. where Letters are ſaid to have been invented. In theſe countries Mahomet began his conqueſts.

[186] V. 93. Thund'ring againſt heathen lore.] A ſtrong inſtance of this pious rage is plac'd to Pope Gregory's account. John of Salisbury gives a very odd Encomium to this Pope, at the ſame time that he mentions one of the ſtrangeſt effects of this exceſs of zeal in him. Doctor ſanctiſſimus ille Gregorius, qui melleo praedicationis imbre totam rigavit & inebriavit eccleſiam, non modo Matheſin juſſit ab aulâ; ſen, ut traditur a majoribus, incendio dedit probatae lectionis ſcripta, Palatinus quaecunque tenebat Apollo. And in another place: Fertur beatus Gregorius bibliothecam combuſſiſſe gentilem; quo divinae paginae gratior eſſet locus, & major authoritas, & diligentia ſtudioſior. Deſiderius Archbiſhop of Vienna was ſharply reproved by him for teaching Grammar and Literature, and explaining the Poets; Becauſe (ſays this Pope) in uno ſe ore cum Jovis laudibus, Chriſti laudes non capiunt: Et quam grave nefandumque ſit, Epiſcopis canere quod nec Laico religioſo conveniat, ipſe conſidera. He is ſaid, among the reſt to have burn'd Livy; Quia in ſuperſtitionibus & ſacris Romanorum perpetuô verſatur. The ſame Pope is accuſed by Voſſius and others of having caus'd the noble monuments of the old Roman magnificence to be deſtroyed, leſt thoſe who came to Rome ſhould give more [187] attention to Triumphal Arches, &c. than to holy things. BAYLE, Dict.

V. 101. Till Peter's keys ſome chriſten'd Jove adorn, &c.]’After the Government of Rome devolved to the Popes, their zeal was for ſome time exerted in demoliſhing the heathen Temples and Statues, ſo that the Goths ſcarce deſtroyed more monuments of Antiquity out of rage, than theſe out of devotion. At length they ſpared ſome of the Temples by converting them to Churches, and ſome of the Statues, by modifying them into images of Saints. In much later times, it was thought neceſſary to change the ſtatues of Apollo and Pallas on the tomb of Sannazarius, into David and Judith; the Lyre eaſily became a Harp, and the Gorgon's head turn'd to that of Holofernes.

[188] V. 110. Happy—had Eaſter never been.] Wars in England anciently, about the right time of celebrating Eaſter.

[190] V. 145. Haywood, Centlivre] See book 2.

V. 146. Lo Horneck's fierce and Roome's, &c.] This ſtood in one edition And M—'s ruful face. But the perſon who ſuppoſed himſelf meant, applying to [191] our author in a modeſt manner, and with declarations of his innocence, he removed the occaſion of his uneaſineſs. At the ſame time promiſing to ‘"do the like to any other who could give him the ſame aſſurance, of having never writ ſcurrilouſly againſt him."’

V. 146. ‘Horneck and Roome.]’ Theſe two are worthily coupled, being both virulent Party-writers; and one would think prophetically, ſince immediately after the publiſhing of this piece, the former dying, the latter ſucceeded him in Honour and Employment. The firſt was Philip Horneck, Author of a Billingſgate paper call'd The High German Doctor, in the 2d Vol. of which No. 14. you may ſee the regard he had for Mr. P—. Edward Roome, ſon of an Undertaker for Funerals in Fleetſtreet, writ ſome of the papers call'd Paſquin, and Mr. Ducket others; where by malicious Innuendos it was endeavoured to repreſent him guilty of malevolent practices with a great man then under proſecution of Parliament. He ſince reflected on his, and Dr. Swift's Miſcellanies, in his paper call'd the Senator. Of this Man was made the following Epigram.

You ask why Roome diverts you with his jokes,
Yet, if he writes, is dull as other folks?
You wonder at it—This Sir is the caſe,
The Jeſt is loſt, unleſs he prints his Face.

V. 147. Goode.] An ill-natur'd Critic who writ a Satire on our Author, call'd The mock Aeſop, and many anonymous Libels in News-papers for hire.

[192] V. 149 Jacob, the Scourge of Grammar, mark with awe.] ‘"This Gentleman is ſon of a conſiderable Maltſier of Romſey in Southamptonſhire, and bred to the Law under a very eminent Attorney: who, between his more laborious Studies, has diverted himſelf with Poetry. He is a great admirer of Poets and their works, which has occaſion'd him to try his genius that way—He has writ in proſe the Lives of the Poets, Eſſays, and a great many Law-Books, The Accompliſh'd Conveyancer, Modern Juſtice, &c."’ GILES JACOB of himſelf, Lives of Poets, Vol. 1. He very groſsly, and unprovok'd, abuſed in that book the Author's Friend Mr. Gay,

V. 149. ‘Jacob, the Scourge of Grammar, mark with awe; Nor leſs revere him Blunderbuſs of Law] There may ſeem ſome Error in theſe verſes, Mr. Jacob having proved our Author to have a Reſpect for him, by this undeniable Argument. ‘"He had once a Regard for my Judgment; otherwiſe he would never have ſubſcribed Two Guineas to me, for one ſmall Book in Octavo."’ [Jacob's Letter to Dennis, in his Remarks on the Dunciad, pag. 49.] Therefore I [193] ſhould think the Appellation of Blunderbuſs to Mr. Jacob, like that of Thunderbolt to Scipio, was meant in his honour.

Mr. Dennis argues the ſame way. ‘"My writings having made great impreſſion on the minds of all ſenſible men, Mr. P—repented, and to give proof of his Repentance, ſubſcribed to my two volumes of ſelect Works—and afterwards to my two volumes of Letters."’ [Ibid. pag. 40.] We ſhould hence believe, the Name of Mr. Dennis hath alſo crept into this poem by ſome miſtake. But from hence, gentle reader! thou may'ſt beware, when thou giveſt thy money to ſuch Authors, not to flatter thy ſelf that thy motives are good nature, or Charity.

V. 151. ‘Bond and Foxton.]’Two inoffenſive offenders againſt our poet; perſons unknown, but by being mentioned by Curl.

V. 159. Ralph.] James Ralph, a name inſerted after the firſt editions, not known to our author till [194] he writ a ſwearing-piece call'd Sawney, very abuſive of Dr. Swift, Mr. Gay, and himſelf. Theſe lines allude to a thing of his, intitled Night, a Poem. Shakeſpear, Hamlet.

—Viſit thus the glimpſes of the Moon,
Making Night hideous—

This low writer conſtantly attended his own works with panegyricks in the Journals, and once in particular praiſed himſelf highly above Mr. Addiſon, in wretched remarks upon that Author's account of Engliſh Poets, printed in a London Journal, Sept. 1723. He was wholly illiterate, and knew no language, not even French. Being adviſed to read the rules of dramatic poetry before he began a Play, he ſmiled and reploy'd, Shakeſpear writ without rules. He ended at laſt in the common Sink of all ſuch writers, a political Newspaper, to which he was recommended by his friend Arnall, and received a ſmall pittance for pay.

V. 162. Morris.] Beſaleel, See Book 2. ver. 118.

[195] V. 163. Flow Welſted, &c.]’ Of this Author ſee the Remark on Book 2. v. 199. But (to be impartial) add to it the following different character of him.

Mr. Welſted had, in his youth, rais'd ſo great expectations of his future genius, that there was a kind of ſtruggle between the moſt eminent in the two Univerſities, which ſhould have the honour of his education? To compound this, he (civilly) became a member of both, and after having paſs'd ſome time at the one, he removed to the other. From thence he return'd to town, where he became the darling Expectation of all the polite Writers, whoſe encouragement he acknowledg'd in his occaſional poems, in a manner that will make no ſmall part of the Fame of his protectors. It alſo appears, from his Works, that he was happy in the patronage of the moſt illuſtrious characters of the preſent age—Incourag'd by ſuch a Combination in his favour, he—publiſh'd a book of poems, ſome in the Ovidian, ſome in the Horatian manner, in both which the moſt exquiſit Judges pronounce he even rival'd his maſters—His Love-verſes have reſcued that way of writing from contempt—In his Tranſlations, he has given us the very ſoul and ſpirit of his author. His Ode—his Epiſtle—his Verſes—his Love-tale—all, are the moſt perfect things in all poetry, &c. WELSTED of Himſelf. Char. of the Times, 8vo. 1728. pag. 23, 24.

[196] V. 167. Ab Dennis, &c.]’The reader, who has ſeen thro' the courſe of theſe notes, what a conſtant attendance Mr. Dennis paid to our Author and all his works, may perhaps wonder he ſhould be mention'd but twice, and ſo flightly touch'd, in this poem. But in truth he look'd upon him with ſome eſteem, for having (more generouſly than all the reſt) ſet his Name to ſuch writings. He was alſo a very old man at this time. By his own account of himſelf in Mr. Jacoh's Lives, he muſt have been above threeſcore in the mayoralty of Sir George Thorold in 1720, and hath ſince happily lived ten years more. So that he is already ſenior to Mr. Durfey, who hitherto of all our Poets enjoy'd the longeſt Bodily life.

[197] V. Fam'd for good nature, Burnet, &c. Ducket for pious paſſion to the youth.] The firſt of theſe was ſon of the late biſhop of S. Author of a weekly paper called The Grumbler, as the other was concerned in another call'd Paſquin, in which Mr. Pope was abuſed with the late Duke of Buckingham and Biſhop of Rocheſter. They alſo joined in a piece againſt his firſt undertaking to tranſlate the Iliad, intitled Homerides, by Sir Iliad Dogrel, prtnted 1715. Mr. Curl gives us this further account of Mr. Burnet. ‘"He did himſelf write a Letter to the E. of Hallifax, informing his Lordſhip (as he tells him) of what he knew much better before: And [198] he publiſhed in his own name ſeveral political pamphlets, A certain information of a certain diſcourſe, A ſecond Tale of a Tub, &c. All which it is ſtrongly affirmed were written by Colonel Ducket."’ CURL, Key, p. 17. But the author of the Characters of the Times tells us, theſe political pieces were not approv'd of by his own Father, the Reverend Biſhop.

Of the other works of theſe Gentlemen, the world has heard no more than it would of Mr. Pope's, had their united laudable endeavours diſcourag'd him from his undertaking. How few good works had ever appear'd (ſince men of true merit are always the leaſt preſuming) had there been always ſuch champions to ſtifle them in their conception? And were it not better for the publick, that a million of monſters ſhould come into the world, which are ſure to die as ſoon as born, than that the Serpents ſhould ſtrangle one Hercules in his cradle?

The Union of theſe two Authors gave occaſion to this Epigram.

Burnet and Ducket, friends in ſpite,
Came hiſſing forth in Verſe;
Both were ſo forward, each would write,
So dull, each hung an A—
Thus Amphisboena (I have read)
At either end aſſails;
None knows which leads, or which is led,
For both Heads are but Tails.

V. 173. Behold yon pair, in ſtrict embraces join'd.]

Virg. Aen. 6.
Illae autem paribus quas fulgere cernis in armis,
Concordes animae—

And in the fifth,

Euryalus, forma inſignis viridique juventa,
Niſus amore pio pueri.

[199] V. 167‘—for pious paſſion to the youth.] The verſe is a literal tranſlation of Virgil, Niſus amore pio pueri—and here, as in the original, apply'd to Friendſhip: That between Niſus and Euryalus is allowed to make one of the moſt amiable Epiſodes in the world, and ſurely was never interpreted in a perverſe ſenſe. But it will aſtoniſh the reader to hear, that on no other occaſion than this line, a Dedication was written to this Gentleman to induce him to think ſomething further. ‘"Sir, you are known to have all that affection for the beautiful part of the creation which God and Nature deſign'd.—Sir, you have a very ſine Lady—and, Sir, you have eight very ſine Children, —&c."’ [Dedic. to Dennis Rem. on the Rape of the Lock.] The truth is, the poor Dedicator's brain was turn'd upon this article; he had taken into his head that ever ſince ſome books were written againſt the Stage, and ſince the Italian Opera had prevail'd, the nation was infected with a vice not fit to be nam'd: He went ſo far as to print upon the ſubject, and concludes [200] his argument with this remark, ‘"that he cannot help thinking the Obſcenity of Plays excuſable at this juncture; ſince, when that execrable ſin is ſpread ſo wide, it may be of uſe to the reducing mens minds to the natural deſire of women."’ DENNIS, Stage defended againſt Mr. Law, p. 20. Our author ſolemnly declared, he never heard any creature but the Dedicator mention that Vice and this Gentleman together.

V. 184. ‘Wormius hight.] Let not this name, purely fictitious, be conceited to mean the learned Olaus Wormius; much leſs (as it was unwarrantably foiſted into the ſurreptitious editions) our own Antiquary Mr Thomas Herne, who had no way aggrieved our Poet, but on the contrary publiſhed many curious tracts which he hath to his great contentment peruſed.

Moſt rightly are ancient Words here employed, in ſpeaking of ſuch who ſo greatly delight in the ſame: We may ſay not only rightly, but wiſely, yea excellently, inaſmuch as for the like practiſe the like praiſe is given to Hopkins and Sternhold by Mr. Herne himſelf. [Gloſſar. to Rob. of Gloceſter.] Artic. BEHETT; ‘"others ſay BEHIGHT, promiſed, and ſo it is uſed excellently well by Tho. Norton in his tranſlation into metre of the 116 Pſalm, verſe 14."’

I to the Lord will pay my vows,
That I to him BEHIGHT.

[201] "Where the modern innovators, not underſtanding the propriety of the word (which is truly Engliſh, from the Saxon) have moſt unwarrantably alter'd it thus,I to the Lord will pay my vows, With joy and great delight.

V. ibid.—HIGHT, ‘"In Cumberland they ſay to hight, for to promife or vow; but HIGHT uſually ſignifies was call'd; and ſo it does in the North even to this day, notwithſtanding what is done in Cumberland."’ HERNE, ibid.

V. 183. ‘AREDE.]’ Read or peruſe; tho' ſometimes uſed for counſel, ‘"READE THY READ, take thy counſaile. Thomas Sternbolde in his tranſlation of the firſt Pſalm into Engliſh metre, hath wiſely made uſe of this word,The man is bleſt that hath not bent To wicked READ his ear. But in the laſt ſpurious editions of the ſinging Pſalms the word READ is changed into men. I ſay ſpurious editions, becauſe not only here, but quite throughout the whole book of Pſalms, are ſtrange alterations, all for the worſe! And yet the title-page ſtands as it uſed to do! and all (which is abominable in any book, much more in a ſacred work) is aſcribed to Thomas Sternhold, John Hopkins, and [202] others! I am confident, were Sternhold and Hopkins now living, they would proceed againſt the innovators as cheats—A liberty which, to ſay no more of their intolerable alterations, ought by no means to be permitted or approved of, by ſuch as are for Uniformity and have any regard for the old Engliſh Saxon tongue."’ HEARNE, Gloſſ. on Rob. of Gloc. Art. rede.

I do herein agree with Mr. H. Little is it of avail to object, that ſuch words are become unintelligible. ſince they are truly Engliſh, men ought to underſtand them; and ſuch as are for Uniformity ſhould think all alterations in a language, ſtrange, abominable, and unwarrantable. Rightly therefore, I ſay again, hath our Poet uſed ancient words, and poured them forth as a precious ointment upon good old Wormius in this place. SCRIBLERUS.

V. ibid. Myſter wight.] uncouth mortal.

V. 188. Wits, who like Owls, &c.]’ Theſe few lines exactly deſcribe the right verbal Critic: He is to his author as a Quack to his patients, the more they ſuffer and complain, the better he is pleas'd; like the famous Doctor of that ſort, who put up in his bills, He delighted in matters of difficulty. Some body ſaid well of theſe men, that their heads were Libraries out of order.

[203] V. 195.‘—Lo! Henley ſtands, &c.]’ J. Henly, the Orator; he preach'd on the ſundays upon Theological matters, and on the wedneſdays upon all other ſciences. Each auditor paid one ſhilling. He declaim'd ſome years unpuniſh'd againſt the greateſt perſons, and occaſionally did our Author that honour. WELSTED, in Oratory Tranſactions, No. 1. publiſhed by Henley himſelf, gives the following account of him. ‘"He was born at Melton Mowbray in Leiceſterſhire. From his own Pariſh ſchool he went to St. John's College in Cambridge. He began there to be uneaſy; for it ſhock'd him to find he was commanded to believe againſt his judgment in points of Religion, Philoſophy, &c. for his genius leading him freely to diſpute all propoſitions, and call all points to account, he was impatient under thoſe fetters of the free-born mind.—Being admitted to Prieſt's orders, he found the examination very ſhort and ſuperficial, and that it was not neceſſary to conform to the Chriſtian Religion in order either to Deaconſhip or Prieſthood."’ He came to town, and after having for ſome years been a writer for Bookſellers, he had an ambition to be ſo for Miniſters of ſtate, The only reaſon he did [204] not riſe in the Church we are told, ‘"was the envy of others, and a diſreliſh entertain'd of him, becauſe he was not qualify'd to be a compleat Spaniel."’ However he offer'd the ſervice of his pen, in one morning, to two great men of opinions and intereſts directly oppoſite; by both of whom being rejected, he ſet up a new Project, and ſtiled himſelf the Reſtorer of ancient Eloquence. He thought ‘"it as lawful to take a licence from the King and Parliament at one place, as another; at Hick's hall, as at Doctors-Commons; ſo ſet up his Oratory in Newport-Market, Butcher-row." There (ſays his friend) "he had the aſſurance to form a Plan which no mortal ever thought of; he had ſucceſs againſt all oppoſition; challenged his adverſaries to fair diſputations, and none would diſpute with him; writ, read and ſtudied twelve hours a day; compos'd three diſſertations a week on all ſubjects; undertook to teach in one year what Schools and Univerſities teach in five; was not terrify'd by menaces, inſults or ſatires, but ſtill proceeded, matured his bold ſcheme, and put the Church and all that, in danger."’ WELSTED, Narrative, in Orat. Tranſact. No. 1.

After having ſtood ſome Proſecutions, he turned his rhetoric to Buffoonry upon all publick and private occurrences. All this paſſed in the ſame room; [205] where ſometimes he broke jeſts, and ſometimes that bread which he called the Primitive Euchariſt—This wonderful perſon ſtruck Medals, which he diſperſed as Tickets to his ſubſcribers: The device, a Star riſing to the meridian, with this motto, AD SUMMA; and below, INVENIAM VIAM AUT FACIAM.

V. 208 Of Toland and Tindal, ſee book 2. Tho. Woolſton was an impious madman, who wrote in a moſt inſolent ſtyle againſt the Miracles of the Goſpel; in the years 1726, &c.

[206] V. 222. But learn, ye Dunces! not to ſcorn your God.] Virg. Aen. 6. puts this precept into the mouth of a wicked man, as here of a ſtupid one,

Diſcite juſtitiam moniti, & non temnere divos!

V. 229.‘—a ſable Sorc'rer.] Dr. Fauſtus, the ſubject of a ſett of Farces, which laſted in vogue two or three ſeaſons, in which both Play-houſes ſtrove to outdo each other in the Years 1726, 1727. All the extravagancies in the ſixteen lines following were introduced on the Stage, and frequented by perſons of the firſt quality in England, to the twentieth and thirtieth time.

[207] V. 233. ‘Hell riſes, Heav'n deſcends, and dance on earth.]’ This monſtrous abſurdity was actually repreſented in Tibbald's Rape of Proſerpine.

[208] V. 244. Lo! one vaſt Egg.] In another of theſe Farces Harlequin is hatch'd upon the ſtage, out of a large Egg.

[209] V. 257. Immortal Rich.]’ Mr. John Rich, Maſter of the Theatre in Lincolns-Inn-Fields, was the firſt that excell'd this way.

V. 262. Booth and Cibber, two of the managers of the Theatre in Drury-Lane.

V. 272. None but thy ſelf can be thy parallel.] A marvellous line of Theobald; unleſs the Play call'd the Double Falſhood be (as he would have it believ'd) Shakeſpear's: [210] But whether this line be his or not, he proves Shakeſpear to have written as bad, (which methinks in an author for whom he has a veneration almoſt riſing to idolatry, might have been concealed) as for example,

Try what Repentance can: what can it not?
But what can it, when one cannot repent?
—For Cogitation
Reſides not in the man who does not think, &c.
MIST'S JOURN.

But this laſt line is no man's nonſenſe but Tibbald's, as he might have found, had he read the Context—

—who does not think
My wife is ſlippery—
Cymbeline.

V. id.] The former Annotator ſeeming to be of opinion that the Double Falſhood is not Shakeſpear's; it is but juſtice to give Mr. Theobald's Arguments to the contrary, in his preface to that play. Firſt that the MS. was above ſixty years old: ſecondly that once Mr. Betterton had it, or he hath heard ſo: thirdly, that ſomebody told him the author gave it to a baſtard-daughter of his: but fourthly and above all, ‘"that he has a great mind every thing that is good in our tongue ſhould be Shakeſpear's."’ I allow theſe reaſons to be truly critical; but what I am infinitely concern'd at is, that ſo many Errors have eſcaped the learned Editor: a few whereof we ſhall here amend out of a much greater number, as an inſtance of our regard to this dear relick.

[211]
ACT 1. SCENE 1.
I have his letters of a modern date,
Wherein by Julio, good Camillo's ſon
(Who as he ſays, [] ſhall follow hard upon,
And whom I with the growing hour [] expect)
He doth ſollicit the return of gold,
To purchafe certain horſe that like him well.

This place is corrupted: the epithet good is a meer inſignificant expletive, but the alteration of that ſingle word reſtores a clear light to the whole context, thus,

I have his letters of a modern date,
Wherein, by July, (by Camillo's ſon,
Who, as he ſaith, ſhall follow hard upon,
And whom I with the growing hours expect)
He doth ſollicit the return of gold.

Here you have not only the Perſon ſpecify'd, by whoſe hands the return was to be made, but the moſt neceſſary part, the Time by which it was required. Camillo's ſon was to follow hard upon—what? why upon July.—Horſe that like him well, is very abſurd: Read it, without contradiction,

Horſe, that he likes well.
ACT 1. at the end.
—I muſt ſtoop to gain her,
Throw all my gay Compariſons aſide
And turn my proud additions out of ſervice:

Saith Henriquez of a maiden of low condition, objecting [212] his high quality: What have his Compariſons here to do? Correct it boldly,

Throw all my gay Capariſons aſide,
And turn my proud additions out of ſervice.
ACT 2. SCENE 1.
All the verſe of this Scene is confounded with proſe.
—O that a man
Could reaſon down this Feaver of the blood,
Or ſooth with words the tumult in his heart!
Then Julio, I might be indeed thy friend.
Read—this fervor of the blood,
Then Julio, I might be in deed thy friend.
marking the juſt oppoſition of deeds and words.
ACT 4. SCENE 1.

How his eyes ſhake fire!—ſaid by Violante, obſerving how the luſtful ſhepherd looks at her. It muſt be, as the ſenſe plainly demands,

—How his eyes take fire!
And meaſure every piece of youth about me!
Ibid.
That, tho' I wore diſguiſes for ſome ends.
She had but one diſguſe, and wore it but for one end.
Reſtore it, with the alteration but of two letters,
That, tho' I were diſguiſed for ſome end.
ACT 4. SCENE 2.
—To oaths no more give credit,
To tears, to vows; falſe both!

[213]Falſe Grammar I'm ſure. Both can relate but to two things: And ſee! how eaſy a change ſets it right?

To tears, to vows, falſe troth

I could ſhew you that very word Troth, in Shakeſpear a hundred times.

Ib. For there is nothing left thee now to look for,

That can bring comfort, but a quiet grave.

This I fear is of a piece with None but itſelf can be its parallel: for the grave puts an end to all ſorrow, it can then need no comfort. Yet let us vindicate Shakeſpear where we can: I make no doubt but he wrote thus,

For there is nothing left thee now to look for,
Nothing that can bring quiet, but the grave.

Which reduplication of the word gives a much ſtronger emphaſis to Violante's concern. This figure is call'd Anadyploſis. I could ſhew you a hundred juſt ſuch in him, if I had nothing elſe to do. SCRIBLERUS.

V. 280. Annual trophies, on the Lord Mayor's Day; and monthly wars, in the Artillery Ground,

V. 281.Tho' long my Party.] Settle, like moſt Partywriters, was very uncertain in his political principles. He was employ'd to hold the pen in the Character of a Popiſh ſucceſſor, but afterwards printed his Narrative [214] on the contrary ſide. He had manag'd the ceremony of a famous Pope-burning on Nov. 17. 1680: then became a trooper in King James's army at Hounſlow-heath. After the Revolution he kept a Booth at Bartlemew-fair, where in the Droll call'd St. George for England, he acted in his old age in a Dragon of green leather of his own invention. He was at laſt taken into the Charter-houſe, and there dyed, aged about 60 years.

V. 286. To Dulneſs, Ridpath is as dear as Miſt.]’ George Ridpath, author for ſeveral years of the Flying-Poſt, a Whig-paper; Nathaniel Miſt, publiſher of the Weekly Journal, a Tory-paper.

[215] V. 299. Thy dragons Magiſtrates and Peers ſhall taſte.] It ſtood in the firſt edition with blanks, Thy dragons ** and ***. Concanen was ſure ‘"they muſt needs mean no-body but King GEORGE and [216] Queen CAROLINE, and ſaid he would inſiſt it was ſo, till the poet clear'd himſelf by filling up the blanks otherwiſe, agreeably to the context, and conſiſtent with his allegiance."’ Pref. to a collection of verſes, eſſays, letters, &c. againſt Mr. P. printed for A. Moore, pag. 6.]

V. 307.‘—Fauſtus is thy friend, Pluto with Cato, &c.]’ Names of miſerable farces of Tibbald and others, which it was their cuſtom to get acted at the end of the beſt tragedies, to ſpoil the digeſtion of the audience.

V. 310.‘—enſure it but from fire.] In Tibbald's farce of Proſerpine a corn-field was ſet on fire; where-upon the other playhouſe had a barn burnt down for the recreation of the ſpectators. They alſo rival'd each other in ſhowing the burnings of hell-fire, in Dr. Fauſtus.

V. 311. Another Aeſchylus appears! &c.]’ It is reported of Aeſchylus, that when his tragedy of the Furies was acted, the audience were ſo terrify'd that the children fell into fits, and the big-bellied women miſcarried. Tibbald is tranſlating this author: he printed a ſpecimen of him many years ago, of which I only remember that the firſt note contains ſome compariſon between Promotheus and Chriſt cruciſy'd.

[217] V. 317. Euſden wear the bays.] See Book 1. verſe 102. I have before obſerv'd ſomething like prophecy in our author. Euſden, whom he here couples with Cibber, no ſooner died but his place of Laureate was ſupply'd by Cibber, in the year 1730, on which was made the enſuing epigram.

In merry old England it once was a rule,
The King had his poet, and alſo his fool:
But now we're ſo frugal, I'd have you to know it,
That Cibber can ſerve both for fool and for poet.

[218] V. 321. ‘Benſon ſole judge of architecture ſit.] W—m Benſon (late ſurveyor of the buildings to his Majeſty King George I.) gave in a report to the Lords, that their houſe and the painted chamber adjoining were in immediate danger of falling. Whereupon the Lords met in a committee, to appoint ſome other place to fit in, while the houſe ſhould be taken down. But it being propoſed to cauſe ſome other builders firſt to inſpect it, they found it in very good condition. The Lords, upon this, were going upon an addreſs to the King againſt Benſon, for ſuch a miſrepreſentation; but the Earl of Sunderland, then ſecretary, gave them an aſſurance that his Majeſty would remove him, which was done accordingly. In favour of this man, the famous Sir Chriſtopher Wren, who had been architect to the crown for above fifty years, who built moſt of the Churches in London, laid the firſt ſtone of St. Paul's, and lived to finiſh it, had been diſplac'd from his employment at the age of near ninety years.

V. 322. And Ambroſe Philips.] He was (ſaith Mr. JACOB) ‘"one of the wits at Button's, and a juſtice of the peace."’ But ſince he hath met with higher preferment in Ireland: and a much greater character we have of him in Mr. Gildon's compleat Art of poetry, v. 1. p. 157. ‘"Indeed he confeſſes, he dares not ſet him quite on the ſame foot with Virgil, leſt it ſhould ſeem flattery: but he is much miſtaken if poſterity does not afford him a greater eſteem than [219] he at preſent enjoys."’ He endeavour'd to create ſome miſ-underſtanding between our author and Mr. Addiſon, whom alſo ſoon after he abuſed as much. His conſtant cry was, that Mr. P. was an Enemy to the government; and in particular he was the avowed author of a report very induſtriouſly ſpread, that he had a hand in a party-paper call'd the Examiner: A falſhood well known to thoſe yet living, who had the direction and publication of it.

Qui mepriſe Cotin, n'eſtime point ſon Roy,
Et n'a, (ſelon Cotin,) ni Dieu, ni Foy, ni Loy.

V. 323. Dormitory wall.] The dormitory in Weſtminſter was a building intended for the lodging of the King's ſcholars; toward which a ſum was left by Dr. Edw. Hannes, the reſt was raiſed by contributions procured from ſeveral eminent perſons by the intereſt of Francis late Biſhop of Rocheſter, and Dean of Weſtminſter. He requeſted the Earl of Burlington to be the Architect, who carry'd on the work till the bill againſt that learned prelate was brought in, which ended in his baniſhment. The ſhell being finiſhed according to his deſign, the ſucceeding Dean and Chapter employ'd a common builder to do the inſide, which is perform'd accordingly.

V. 324. And Jones and Boyle 's united labours fall.] At the time when this poem was written, the banqueting-houſe of Whitehall, the church and piazza of Covent-garden, and the palace and chappel of Semerſet-houſe, [220] the works of the famous Inigo Jones, had been for many years ſo neglected as to be in danger of ruin. The portico of Covent-garden church had been juſt then reſtor'd and beautify'd at the expence of the Earl of Burlington; who, at the ſame time, by his publication of the deſigns of that great Maſter and Palladio, as well as by many noble buildings of his own, revived the true taſte of Architecture in this Kingdom.

V. 326. Gay dies unpenſion'd, &c.]’See Mr. Gay's fable of the Hare and Many Friends. This gentleman was early in the friendſhip of our author, which continued to his death. He wrote ſeveral works of humour with great ſucceſs, the Shepherd's Week, Trivia, the What-d'ye-call-it, Fables, and laſtly, the celebrated Beggars Opera; a piece of ſatire which hit all taſtes and degrees of men, from thoſe of the higheſt quality to the very rabble: That verſe of Horace

Primotes populi arripuit, populumque tributim,

could never be ſo juſtly applied as to this. The vaſt ſucceſs of it was unprecedented, and almoſt incredible: What is related of the wonderful effects of the ancient muſic or tragedy hardly came up to it: Sophocles and Euripides were leſs follow'd and famous. It was acted in London ſixty-three days, uninterrupted; and renew'd the next ſeaſon with equal applauſes. It ſpread into all the great towns of England, was play'd in many places to the 30th, and 40th time, at Rath and Briſtol 50, &c. It made its progreſs into Wales, Scotland, and [221] Ireland, where it was performed 24 days together It was laſtly acted in Minorca. The fame of it was not confin'd to the author only; the ladies carry'd about with 'em the favourite ſongs of it in fans; and houſes were furniſh'd with it in ſcreens. The perſon who acted Polly, till then obſcure, became all at once the favourite of the town; her pictures were ingraved and ſold in great numbers; her life written; books of letters and verſes to her publiſh'd; and pamphlets made even of her ſayings and jeſts.

Furthermore, it drove out of England for that ſeaſon the Italian Opera, which had carry'd all before it for ten years: That idol of the Nobility and the people, which the great Critic Mr. Dennis by the labours and outcries of a whole life could not overthrow, was demoliſh'd by a ſingle ſtroke of this gentleman's pen. This remarkable period happen'd in the year 1728. Yet ſo great was his modeſty, that he conſtantly prefixed to all the editions of it this motto, Nos haec novimus eſſe nibil.

V. 327. ‘Hibernian politicks, O Swift! thy doom.] See book 1. verſ. 24.

V. 328. And Pope's tranſlating three whole years with Broome.]’He concludes his irony with a ſtroke upon himſelf; For whoever imagines this is a ſarcaſm on the other ingenious perſon, is ſurely miſtaken. The opinion our author had of him was ſufficiently ſhown, by his joining him in the undertaking of the Odyſſey: in which Mr. Broome having ingaged without [222] any previous agreement, diſcharged his part ſo much to Mr. Pope's ſatisfaction, that he gratified him with the full ſum of Five hundred pounds, and a preſent of all thoſe books for which his own intereſt could procure him Subſcribers, to the value of One hundred more. The author only ſeems to lament, that he was ſo long imploy'd in tranſlation.

V. 337, &c. She comes! the cloud-compelling pow'r, behold! &c.]’ Here the muſe, like Jove's eagle, after a ſudden ſtoop at ignoble game, ſoareth again to the skies. As prophecy hath ever been one of the chief provinces of poeſy, our poet here foretells from what we feel, what we are to fear; and in the ſtyle of other prophets, hath uſed the future tenſe for the preterit: [223] ſince what he ſays ſhall be, is already to be ſeen, in the writings of ſome even of our moſt adored authors, in divinity, philoſophy, phyſics, metaphyſics, &c. (who are too good indeed to be named in ſuch company.) Do not gentle reader, reſt too ſecure in thy contempt of the inſtruments for ſuch a revolution in learning, or deſpiſe ſuch weak agents as have been deſcribed in our poem, but remember what the Dutch ſtories ſomewhere relate, that a great part of their provinces was once over-flow'd, by a ſmall opening made in one of their dykes by a ſingle water-rat.

However, that ſuch is not ſeriouſly the judgment of our poet, but that he conceiveth better hopes from the diligence of our ſchools, from the regularity of our univerſities, the diſcernment of our great men, the encouragement of our patrons, and the genius of our writers in all kinds, (notwithſtanding ſome few exceptions in each) may plainly be ſeen from his concluſion; [224] where by cauſing all this viſion to paſs thro' the Ivory gate, he expreſly in the language of poeſy declares all ſuch imaginations to be wild, ungrounded, and fictitious. SCRIBLERUS.

V. 347. Truth in her old cavern lye.] Alludes to the ſaying of Democritus, that truth lay at the bottom of a deep well.

[177] V. 8.

Hence from the ſtraw where Bedlam's Prophet nods,
He hears loud Oracles, and talks with Gods.

Virg. Aen. 7.
Et varias audit voces, fruiturque deorum
Colloquio—

[178] V. 15. ‘There in a dusky vale, &c.]’

Virg. Aen. 6.
—Videt Aeneas in valle reducta
Secluſum nemus—
Lethaeumque domos placidas qui praenatat amnem, &c.
Hunc circum innumerae gentes, &c.

V. 16. Old Bavius ſits, to dip poetic ſouls.] Alluding to the ſtory of Thetis dipping Achilles to render him impenetrable.

At pater Anchiſes penitus convalle virenti
Incluſas animas, ſuperumque ad lumen ituras,
Luſtrabat—
Virg. Aen. 6.

[179] V. 20. ‘Unbar the gates of Light.] ’Milton.

[180] V. 23. ‘Millions and millions—Thick as the ſtars, &c.]’

Virg. 6.
Quam multa in ſylvis autumni frigore primo
Lapſa cadunt folia, aut ad terram gurgite ab alto
Quam multae glomerantur aves, &c.

[183] V. 46. ‘Mix'd the Owl's Ivy with the Poet's Bays.]’

Virg. Ec. 8.
—fine tempora circum
Inter victrices hederam tibi ſerpere lauros.

V. 53.

For this, our Queen unfolds to viſion true
Thy mental eye, for thou haſt much to view.]

This has a reſemblance to that paſſage in Milton, l. 11. where the Angel

To nobler ſights from Adam's eye remov'd
The film; then purg'd with Euphraſie and Rue
The viſual nerve—For he had much to ſee.

There is a general alluſion in what follows to that whole Epiſode.

[188] V. 110. ‘Happy—had Eaſter never been.]’

Virg. Ecl. 6.
Et fortunatam, ſi nunquam armenta fuiſſent.

V. 119, 121. ‘Now look thro' Fate—See all her Progeny—&c.’

Virg. Aen. 6.
Nunc age, Dardaniam prolem quae deinde ſequatur
Gloria, qui maneant Itala de gente nepotes,
Illuſtres animas, noſtrumque in nomen ituras,
Expediam.

[189] V. 123. As Berecynthia, &c.]’

Virg. ib.
Felix prole virum, qualis Berecynthia mater
Invehitur curru Phrygias turrita per urbes,
Laeta deum partu, centum complexa nepotes,
Omnes coelicolas, omnes ſupera alta tenentes.

V. 131. ‘Mark firſt the youth, &c.]’

Virg. Aen. 6.
Ille vides, pura juvenis qui nititur haſta,
Proxima ſorte tenet lucis loca.—

V. 133. ‘With all thy Father's virtues bleſt, be born!]’ A manner of expreſſion uſed by Virgil, Ecl. 8.

Naſcere! praeque diem veniens, age Lucifer—

As alſo that of patriis virtutibus. Ecl. 4.

[190] V 137. ‘From the ſtrong fate of drams if thou get free, &c.]’

Virg. Aen. 6.
—ſi qua fata aſpera rumpas,
Tu Marcellus eris!—

V. 139. ‘Thee ſhall each Ale-houſe, &c.]’

Aen. 7.
Te nemus Angitiae, vitreâ te Fucinus unda,
Te liquidi flevere lacus.
Virgil again, Ecl. 10.
Illum etiam lauri, illum flevere myricae, &c.

[192] V. 150.]

Virg. Aen. 6.

—duo fulmina belli
Scipiadas, cladem Lybiae!

[194] V. 163. Flow Welſted, flow! &c.]’ Parody on Denham, Cooper's Hill.

O could I flow like thee, and make thy ſtream
My great example, as it is my theme.
Tho' deep, yet clear; tho' gentle, yet not dull;
Strong without rage; without o'erflowing, full.

[196] V. 171. ‘Embrace, embrace my Sons! be foes no more.]’

Virg. Aen. 6.
—Ne tanta animis aſſueſcite bella,
Neu patriae validas in viſcera vertite vires:
Tuque prior, tu parce—ſanguis mous!—

[199] V. 181. But who is he, &c.]’Virg. Aen. 6. queſtions and anſwers in this manner, of Numa,

Quis procul ille autem ramis inſignis olivae
Sacra ferens?—noſco crines, incanaque menta, &c.

[207] V. 240. ‘And other planets.]’

Virg. Aen. 6.
—ſolemque ſuum, ſua ſydera norunt.

V. 242. ‘Whales ſport in woods, and dolphins in the skies.]’

Hor.
Delphinum ſylvis appingit, fluctibus aprum.

[208] V. 247. ‘Son! what thou ſeek'ſt is in thee.]’

Quod petis in te eſt—Ne te quaeſiveris extra.
Perſ.

V. 252. ‘Wings the red lightning, &c.]’ Like Saſmoneus in Aen. 6.

Dum flammas Jovis, & ſonitus imitatur olympi.
—nimbos, & non imitabile fulmen,
Aere & cornipedum curſu ſimularat Equorum.

V. 254.‘—o'er all unclaſſic ground.] alludes to Mr. Addiſon's verſe in the praiſes of Italy,

Poetic fields incompaſs me around,
And ſtill I ſeem to tread on Claſſic ground.

As verſe 260 is a Parody on a noble one of the ſame Author in the Campaign; and verſe 255, 256. on two ſublime verſes of Dr. Y.

[214] V. 283-84.

—With equal grace
Our Goddeſs ſmiles on Whig and Tory race.]

Virg. Aen. 10.
Tros Rutuluſve fuat, nullo diſcrimine habebo.
—Rex Jupiter omnibus idem.

[215] V. 305.

—If heav'n thou canſt not bend,
Hell thou ſhalt move—]

Virg. Aen. 7.
Flectere ſi nequeo ſuperos, Acheronta movebo.

[217] V. 315‘—Like Semeles—]’ See Ovid, Met. 3.

V. 317. ‘This, this is he, foretold by ancient rhymes, Th' Auguſtus, &c.]’

Virg. Aen. 6.
Hic vir, hic eſt! tibi quem promitti ſaepius audis,
Auguſtus Caeſar, divum genus; aurea condet
Saecula qui rurſus Latio, regnata per arva
Saturno quondam—

Saturnian here relates to the age of Lead, mention'd book 1. ver. 26.

[222] V. 329. ‘Proceed great days.]’

Virg. Ecl. 4.
—Incipiunt magni procedere menſes.

[223] V. 343. ‘As Argus' eyes by Hermes wand oppreſt.]’

Ovid. Met. 2.
Et quamvis ſopor eſt oculorum parte receptus,
Parte tamen vigilat—Vidit Cyllenius omnes
Succubuiſſe oculos, &c. ibid.

[224] V. 358. ‘And thro' the Ivory gate the viſion flies.]’

Virg. Aen. 6.
Sunt geminae ſomni portae; quarum altera fertur
Cornea, qua veris facilis datur exitus umbris;
Altera, candenti perfecta nintens elephanto,
Sed falſa ad coelum mittunt inſomnia manes.
FINIS.

Appendix A By the Author A DECLARATION.

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WHEREAS certain Haberdaſhers of Points and Particles, being inſtigated by the Spirit of Pride, and aſſuming to themſelves the Name of Criticks and Reſtorers have taken upon them to adulterate the common and current Senſe of out Glorious Anceſtors, Poets of this Realmes by clipping, coyning, defacing the Images, or mixing their own baſe Allay, or otherwiſe falſifying the ſame, which they publiſh, utter, and vend as genuine: The ſaid Haberdaſhers having no Right thereto as neither Heirs; Executors, Adminiſtrators, Aſſigns, or in any ſort Related to ſuch Poets, to all, or any of Them: Now we, having carefully reviſed this our Dunciad beginning with the word Books, and ending with the word fli [...]s containing the entire Sum of one thouſand and twelve Lines, do declare every Dord, Figure, Point, and Comma [226] of this Impreſsion to be Authentic: And do therefore ſtrictly enjoin and forbid any Perſon or Perſons whatſoever, to eraſe, reverſe, put between hooks, or by any other means directly or indirectly change or mangle any of them. And we do hereby earneſtly exhort all our Brethren to follow This our Example, which we heartily wiſh our Great Predeceſſors had heretofore ſet, as a Remedy and Prevention of all ſuch Abuſes. Provided always, that nothing in this Declaration ſhall be conſtrued to limit the lawful and undoubted Right of every Subject of this Realme, to judge, cenſure, or condemn, in the whole or in part, any Poem or Poet whatſoever.

Declarat' cor'-me. JOHN BARBER, Mayor.

Appendix B INDEX OF PERSONS celebrated in this POEM.

[227]
A.
  • AMBROSE Philips i. 103. iii. 322
  • Alaric iii. 83
  • Attila iii. 84
B.
  • BLACKMORE, Sir Richard. i. 102. ii. 249
  • Beſaleel, Morris, ii. 118 iii,
  • Banks i. 250
  • Blome i. 126
  • Bond ii. 118. iii. 151
  • Brown iii. 20
  • Budgel, Eſq ii. 367
  • Bentley, Thomas ii. 197.
  • Boyer, Abel, ii. 383
  • Breval (J. Durant) ii. 118, and 232
  • Bavius. iii 16
  • Burnet, Thomas, Eſq iii 174, 175.
  • Benſon, Will. Eſq ili. 321
  • Boeotians. iii. 43
  • Bruin and Bears. i. 99
C.
  • CAXTON, Will, i. 129
  • Curll, Edm. i. 38 ii. 3, 54, 161, &c.
  • Cook, Tho. ii. 130. and 287
  • Concanen, Matthew. ibid.
  • Centlivre, Suſannah. ii. [...] iii. 145
  • Cibber, Colly. i. 240 iii. 32
  • Chi-hoamti Emperor of China. iii. 67
D.
  • DANIEL, Defoe. i. 101. ii. 139
  • Dennis, John. i. 104 ii. 233, iii. 167
  • Ducket, George, Eſq iii. 175
  • Dunton, John. ii. 136
  • Durfey. iii. 138.
  • Dutchmen. iii. 43.
E.
  • EUSDEN (Laurence,) i. 102 iii. 319
  • Eliza, Haywood, ii. 149, and iii. 145
F.
  • FLECKNO, Richard. ii. 2
  • Foxton iii. 151
G.
  • GILDON, Charles. i. 250. iii. 167
  • Goths iii. 83
  • Goode, Barn. iii. [...]7
H.
  • HOLLAND, Philemon. i. 134
  • Horneck, Philip. iii. 146
  • Haywood, Eliza. ii. 149, &c. iii. 145
  • Howard, Edward. i. 250
  • Henley, John, the Orator. ii. 2. iii. 195, &c.
  • Huns. iii. 82.
I.
  • JOHNSON, Charles. i. 240
  • Jacob, Giles iii. 149
L.
  • LINTOT, Bernard. i. 38. ii. 49.
  • King Log. i. 260
  • Laurus. ii. 395
M.
  • MORE (James) ii. 46, &c.
  • Morris (Beſaleel) ii. 118 iii, 161.
  • Miſt, Nathaniel. i. 194. iii. 286
  • Milbourn, Luke. ii. 327
  • Mahomet. iii. 89.
  • Mears, W. ii. 117. iii. 20
  • Motteux, Peter. ii. 384
  • Monks. iii. 44
N.
  • NORTON de Foe. ii. 233, and 385
  • Naſo ii. 384
  • Namby Pamby. iii. 322
O.
  • OGILBY, John, i. 121
  • Oldmixon, John, ii. 271.
  • Ozell, John, i. 240
  • Oſtrogoths. iii. 85
  • Omar, the Caliph. iii. 73
  • Owls. i. 35. iii. 160
P.
  • PRYNN, William, i. 101
  • Philips, Ambroſe, i. 103. iii. 322
Q
  • QUARLES, Francis, i. 126
  • Querno, Camillo. ii. 11
  • Roper, Abel, ii. 141.
R.
  • RALPH, James. iii. 159
  • Roome, Ed. iii. 146
  • Ridpath, George, ii. 141. iii. 286.
S.
  • SETTLE, Elkanah. i. 88, 185. iii. 27.
  • Smedley (Jonathan) ii. 281, &c.
  • Shadwell, Tho. ii. 326
  • Scholiaſts i. 159
T.
  • THEOBALD, Lewis-paſſim.
  • Tutchin, John. ii. 140
  • Toland, John. ii. 369. iii. 208
  • Tindal, Dr. ii. 369. iii. 208
  • Taylor, John, the Water Poet. ii. 325
U
  • VANDALS. iii. 78
  • Viſigoths. iii. 86.
W.
  • WITHERS, George. i. 126
  • Wynkin de Werde. i. 129
  • Ward, Edward, i. 200. iii. 26. 138
  • Warner, Tho. ii. 117
  • Wilkins, ibid.
  • Welſted, Leonard. ii. 199 295 iii. 163
  • Woolſton, Tho. iii. 210
  • Wormius. iii. 184

Appendix C INDEX OF THE AUTHORS of the NOTES.

[30]
  • MR. Winſtanley,
  • Mr. Giles Jacob,
    • Authors of Lives of Poets. Book
    • i. Verſe 121, 122, 126, 134
    • —B. i, v. 104, 106, 200,
    • 240. ii. 201, 367. iii. 149.
  • Mr. Edm. Curl, b. i. v. 48, 240. ii. 46, 66, 116, 149, 370. iii. 26.
  • Mr Charles Gildon, ii. 258, 134, iii. 322.
  • Mr. Lewis Theobald, b. i. v. 48, 104, 106, 129, 162, 221. ii. 177. iii. 28
  • Mr. John Dennis, b. i. v. 61, 88, 104, 106, 162, ii. 111, 134, 258, 295, 382. iii. 16.
  • Mr. Miſt, Publiſher of the Journal, b. i. v. 106, 129. ii. 134.
  • Flying-Poſt, b. ii. 383.
  • London Journal, b. ii. and iii.
  • Daily Journal, b. i. 61, &c.
  • Mr Jonathan Smedley, b. ii. 130, 295.
  • Mr. John Oldmixon, b. i. 102. iii. 319.
  • Mr. J. Ralph, b. i. v. 1, 28, 31. ii. 111.
  • Mr. Welſtede, b. iii. 16, 195.
  • The learned Martinus Scriblerus, and others, paſſim.

Appendix D APPENDIX.
I.
PREFACE prefix'd to the five firſt imperfect Editions of the DUNCIAD, printed at Dublin and London, in Octavo and Duod.
a The PUBLISHER to the READER.

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IT will be found a true obſervation, tho' ſomewhat ſurprizing, that when any ſcandal is vented againſt a man of the higheſt diſtinction and character, either in the State or in Literature, the publick [232] In general afford it a moſt quiet reception; and the arger part accept it as favourably as if it were ſome [233] kindneſs done to themſelves: whereas if a known ſcoundrel or blockhead but chance to be touch'd upon, a whole legion is up in arms, and it becomes the common cauſe of all Scriblers, Bookſellers, and Printers whatſoever.

Not to ſearch too deeply into the reaſon hereof, I will only obſerve as a fact, that every week for theſe two months paſt, the town has been perſecuted with b. pamphlets, advertiſements, letters, and weekly eſſays, not only againſt the wit and writings, but againſt the character and perſon of Mr. Pope. And that of all thoſe men who have received pleaſure from his works, which by modeſt computation may be about a c. hundred thouſand in theſe Kingdoms of England and Ireland; [234] (not to mention Jerſey, Guernſey, the Orcades, thoſe in the New world, and Foreigners who have tranſlated him into their languages) of all this number, not a man hath ſtood up to ſay one word in his defence.

The only exception is the d. author of the following poem, who doubtleſs had either better inſight into the grounds of this clamour, or better opinion of Mr. Pope's integrity, join'd with a greater perſonal love for him, than any other of his numerous friends and admirers.

Further, that he was in his peculiar intimacy, appears from the knowledge he manifeſts of the moſt private authors of all the anonymous pieces againſt him, and from his having in this poem attacked e. no man living, who had not before printed, or publiſhed, ſome ſcandal agaiſt this gentleman.

How I came poſſeſt of it, is of no concern to the reader; but it would have been a wrong to him had I detain'd this publication: ſince thoſe names which are its chief ornaments die off daily ſo faſt, as muſt render it too ſoon unintelligible If it provoke the author to give us a more perfect edition, I have my end.

[235] Who he is I cannot ſay, and (which is great pity) there is certainly f. nothing in his ſtyle and manner of writing which can diſtinguiſh or diſcover him: For if it bears any reſemblance to that of Mr. Pope, 'tis not improbable but it might be done on purpoſe, with a view to have it paſs for his. But by the frequency of his alluſions to Virgil, and a labour'd (not to ſay affected) ſhortneſs in imitation of him, I ſhould think him more an admirer of the Roman poet than of the Grecian, and in that not of the ſame taſte with his friend.

I have been well inform'd, that this work was the labour of full g. ſix years of his life, and that he wholly [236] retired himſelf from all the avocations and pleaſures of the world, to attend diligently to its correction and perfection; and ſix years more he intended to beſtow upon it, as it ſhould ſeem by this verſe of Statius which was cited at the head of his manuſcript,

Oh mihi biſſenos multum vigilata per annos, h. Duncia.

Hence alſo we learn the true title of the Poem; which with the ſame certainty as we call that of Homer the Iliad, of Virgil the Aeneid, of Camoens the Luſiad, of Voltaire the i. Henriad, we may pronounce could have been, and can be no other, than

The DUNCIAD.

It is ſtyled Heroic, as being doubly ſo; not only with reſpect to its nature, which according to the beſt rules of the ancients, and ſtricteſt ideas of the moderns, is critically ſuch; but alſo with regard to the heroical diſpoſition and high courage of the writer, who dar'd to ſtir up ſuch a formidable, irritable, and implacable race of mortals.

The time and date of the Action is evidently in the laſt reign, when the office of City poet expir'd [237] upon the death of Elkanah Settle, and it is fix'd to the Mayoralty of Sir Geo. Thorold. But there may ariſe ſome obſcurity in Chronology from the names in the poem, by the inevitable removal of ſome authors, and inſertion of others, in their niches. For whoever will conſider the unity of the whole deſign, will be ſenſible, that the Poem was not made for theſe Authors, but theſe Authors for the Poem: I ſhould judge that they were clapp'd in as they roſe, freſh and freſh, and chang'd from day to day; in like manner as when the old boughs wither, we thruſt new ones into a chimney.

I would not have the reader too much troubled or anxious, if he cannot decypher them; ſince when he ſhall have found them out, he will probably know no more of the perſons than before.

Yet we judg'd it better to preſerve them as they are, than to change them for fictitious 'names, by which the ſatire would only be multiplied and applied to many inſtead of one. Had the Hero, for inſtance, been called Codrus, how many would have affirm'd him to have been Mr. W. Mr. D. Sir R. B, &c. but now all that unjuſt ſcandal is ſaved by calling him Theobald, which by good luck happens to be the name of a real perſon.

I am indeed aware, that this name may to ſome appear too mean for the Hero of an Epic Poem: But it is hoped, they will alter that opinion, when they find, that an author no leſs eminent than la Bruyere has honour'd him with frequent mention, and thought him worthy a place in his characters.

Voudriez vous, THEOBALDE, que je cruſſe que vous etes baiſſe? que vous n' etes plus Poete, ni bel eſprit? [238] que vous etes preſentement auſſ: mauvais Juge de tout genre d'Ouvrage, que mechant Auteur? Votre air libre & preſumtueux me raſſure, & me perſuade tout la contraire, &c. Characters, Vol. I. de la Societe & de la Converſation, &c.

Appendix E II.
A LIST of Books, Papers, and Verſes, in which our Author was abuſed, before the publication of the Dunciad: With the true Names of the Authors.

REFLECTIONS critical and ſatirical on a late Rhapſody call'd an Eſſay on Criticiſm by Mr. Dennis, printed for B. Lintot, price 6 d.

A new Rehearſal, or Bays the Younger, containing an Examen of Mr. Rowe's plays, and a word or two on Mr. Pope's Rape of the Lock. Anon. [by Charles Gildon] printed for J. Roberts, 1714, price 1 s.

Homerides, or a letter to Mr. Pope, occaſion'd by his intended tranſlation of Homer. By Sir Iliad Dogrel. [Tho. Burnet and G. Ducket, Eſquires] printed for W. Wilkins, 1715, price 9 d.

Aeſop at the Bear-garden. A viſion in imitation of the Temple of Fame. By Mr. Preſton. Sold by John Morphew 1715, price 6 d.

[239] The Catholick Poet, or Proteſtant Barnaby's Sorrowful Lamentation, a Ballad about Homer's Iliad, by Mrs. Centlivre and others, 1715, price 1 d.

An Epilogue to a Puppet-ſhow at Bath, concerning the ſaid Iliad, by George Ducket, Eſq printed by E. Curl.

A compleat Key to the What-d'ye-call it. Anon. By Griffin a Player, ſupervis'd by Mr. Th—, printed by J. Roberts 1715.

A true Character of Mr. Pope and his writings, in a letter to a friend, Anon. [Dennis] printed for S. Popping 1716, price 3 d.

The Confederates, a Farce. By Joſeph Gay [J. D. Breval] printed for R. Burleigh, 1717, price 1 s.

Remarks upon Mr. Pope's tranſlation of Homer, with two letters concerning the Windſor Foreſt and the Temple of Fame. By Mr. Dennis. Printed for E. Curl, 1717, price 1 s. 6 d.

Satires on the tranſlators of Homer, Mr. P. and Mr. T. Anon. Bez. Morris, 1717, price 6 d.

The Triumvirate, or a letter from Palaemon to Celia at Bath. Anon. [Leonard Welſted] price 1 s. 1711. Folio.

The Battle of Poets, a heroic poem. By Tho. Cooke. Printed for J. Roberts, Folio, 1725.

Memoirs of Lilliput, Anon. [Mrs. Elizabeth Heywood,] 8vo. printed 1727.

An Eſſay on Criticiſm, in Proſe, by the Author of the Critical Hiſtory of England [J. Oldmixon] 8vo. printed 1728.

Gulliveriana and Alexandriana. With an ample preface and critique on Swift and Pope's Miſcellanies. By Jonathan Smedley. Printed by J. Roberts, 8vo. [240] 1728. Advertiſed before the publication of the Dunciad in the Daily Journal, April 13, 1728.

Characters of the Times, or an account of the writings, characters, &c. of ſeveral gentlemen libell'd by S—and P—in a late Miſcellany, 8vo. 1728.

Remarks on Mr. Pope's Rape of the Lock, in Letters to a Friend. By Mr. Dennis. Written in 1724, tho' not printed till 1728, 8vo.

Appendix E.1 Verſes, Letters, Eſſays or Advertiſements, in the publick Prints.

Britiſh Journal, Nov. 25, 1727. A Letter on Swift and Pope's Miſcellanies. [Writ by M. Concanen.]

Daily Journal, March 18, 1728. A Letter by Philomauri. James Moore Smyth.

Id. March 29. A Letter about Therſites, accuſing the author of diſaffection to the Government, by James Moore Smyth.

Miſt's Weekly Journal, March 30. An Eſſay on the Arts of a Poet's ſinking in reputation, or a ſupplement to the Art of ſinking in Poetry [ſuppoſed by Mr. Theobald.]

Daily Journal, April 3. A Letter under the name of Philoditto, by James Moore Smyth.

Flying Poſt, April 4. A Letter againſt Gulliver and Mr. P. [by Mr. Oldmixon.]

Daily Journal, April 5. An Auction of Goods at Twickenham, by James Moore Smyth.

Flying Poſt, April 6. A Fragment of a Treatiſe upon Swift and Pope, by Mr. Oldmixon.

The Senator, April 9. On the ſame, by Edward Roome.

[241] Daily Journal, April 8. Advertiſement, by James Moore Smyth.

Flying Poſt, April 13, Verſes againſt Dr. Swift, and againſt Mr. P—'s Homer, by J. Oldmixon.

Daily Journal, April 23, Letter about a tranſlation of the character of Therſites in Homer, by Thomas Cooke, &c.

Miſt's Weekly Journal, April 27. A Letter of Lewis Theobald.

Daily Journal, May 11. A Letter againſt Mr. P. at large, Anon. John Dennis.

All theſe were afterwards reprinted in a pamplet entitled, A collection of all the Verſes, Eſſays, Letters and Advertiſements occaſion'd by Mr Pope and Swift's Miſcellanies, prefaced by Concanen, Anonymous, 8vo. and printed for A. Moore, 1728, price 1 s. Others of an elder date, having lain as waſte paper many years, were upon the publication of the Dunciad brought out, and their Authors betray'd by the mercenary Bookſellers (in hope of ſome poſſibility of vending a few) by advertiſing them in this manner—‘"The Confederates, a Farce, by Capt. Breval, (for which he is put into the Dunciad.) An Epilogue to Powel's Puppet-ſhow, by Col. Ducket, (for which he is put into the Dunciad.) Eſſays. &c. by Sir Richard Blackmore. NB. It is for a paſſage of this book that Sir Richard was put into the Dunciad."’ And ſo of others.

Appendix E.2 After the DUNCIAD, 1728.

An Eſſay on the Dunciad, 8vo. printed for J. Roberts. [In this book, pag. 9. it was formally declared ‘"That the complaint of the aforeſaid Libels and Advertiſements was forged and untrue, that all mouths [242] had been ſilent except in Mr. Pope's praiſe, and nothing againſt him publiſh'd, but by Mr. Theobald.]"’

Sawney, in blank verſe, occaſioned by the Dunciad: with a critique on that poem, by J. Ralph, [a perſon never mentioned in it at firſt, but inſerted after] printed for J. Roberts, 8vo.

A compleat Key to the Dunciad, by E. Curl, 120. price 6d.

A ſecond and third edition of the ſame, with additions, 120.

The Popiad, by E. Curl, extracted from J. Dennis, Sir R. Blackmore, &c. 120. price 6d.

The Curliad, by the ſame E. Curl.

The Female Dunciad, collected by the ſame Mr. Curl, 120. price 6d. With the Metamorphoſis of P. into a ſtinging Nettle, by Mr. Foxton, 120.

The Metamorphoſis of Scriblerus into Snarlerus, by J. Smedley, printed for A. Moore, folio, price 6d.

The Dunciad diſſected, by Curl, and Mrs. Thomas, 120.

An Eſſay on the Taſte and Writings of the preſent times, ſaid to be writ by a gentleman of C. C. C. Oxon, printed for J. Roberts, 8vo.

The Arts of Logick and Rhetoric, partly taken from Bouhours, with new Reflections, &c. by John Oldmixon, 8vo.

Remarks on the Dunciad, by Mr. Dennis, dedicated to Theobald, 8vo.

A Supplement to the Profund, Anon. by Matthew Concanen. 8vo.

Miſt's Weekly Journal, June 8. A long Letter ſign'd W. A. writ by ſome or other of the Club of of Theobald, Dennis, Moore, Concanen, Cooke, who for ſome time held conſtant weekly meetings for theſe kind of performances.

[243] Daily Journal, June 11. A Letter ſign'd Philoſcriberus, on the name of Pope.—Letter to Mr. Theobald in verſe, ſign'd B. M. [Bezaleel Morris] againſt Mr. P—. Many other little Epigrams about this time in the ſame papers, by James Moore and others.

Miſt's Journal, June 22. A Letter by Lewis Theobald.

Flying Poſt, Auguſt 8. Letter on Pope and Swift.

Daily Journal, Auguſt 8. Letter charging the Author of the Dunciad with Treaſon.

Durgen. A plain ſatire on a pompous ſatireiſt, by Edward Ward, with a little of James Moore.

Apollo's Maggot in his Cups, by E. Ward.

Gulliveriana Secunda, Being a collection of many of the Libels in the News-papers, like the former Volume under the ſame title, by Smedley. Advertis'd in the Craftſman, November 9, 1728, with this remarkable promiſe, that ‘"any thing which any body ſhould ſend as Mr. Pope's or Dr. Swift's, ſhould be inſerted and publiſhed as Theirs."’

Pope Alexander's Supremacy and Infallibility examined, &c. 4to. By George Ducket and John Dennis.

Dean Jonathan's Paraphraſe on the 4th Chapter of Geneſis. Writ by E. Room, fol. 1729.

Labeo, a paper of Verſes by Leonard Welſted, which after came into One Epiſtle, and was publiſhed by James Moore, 4to. 1730. Another part of it came out in Welſted's own name in 1731, under the juſt Title of Dulneſs and Scandal, fol.

Verſes on the Imitator of Horace, by a Lady [or between a Lady, a Lord, and a Court Squire] Printed for J. Roberts, fol. 1733.

An Epiſtle from a Nobleman to a Dr. of Divinity, from Hampton Court. [Lord H—y] Printed for J. Roberts alſo, fol. 1733.

Appendix F III.
A PARALLEL OF THE CHARACTERS OF Mr. DRYDEN and Mr. POPE. As drawn by certain of their Cotemporaries.
Mr. DRYDEN. His POLITICKS, RELIGION, MORALS.

[244]

MR. Dryden is a mere Renegado from Monarchy, Poetry, and good Senſe a. A true Republican Son of a monarchical Church b. A Republican Atheiſt c. Dryden was from the beginning an [...], and I doubt not will continue ſo to the laſt d.

Appendix G IV.
A PARALLEL OF THE CHARACTERS OF Mr. DRYDEN and Mr. POPE.
Mr. DRYDEN. His POLITICKS, RELIGION, MORALS.

[245]

MR. Pope is an open and mortal Enemy to his Country, and the Commonwealth of Learning a. Some call him a Popiſh Whig, which is directly inconſiſtent b. Pope as a Papiſt muſt be a Tory and High-Flyer c. He is both a Whig and a Tory d.

[246] In the Poem call'd Abſalom and Achitophel are notoriouſly traduced, The KING, the QUEEN, the LORDS and GENTLEMEN, not only their Honourable Perſons expoſed, but the whole NATION and its REPRESENTATIVES notoriouſly libell'd; It is Scandalum Magnatum, yea of MAJESTY itſelf e.

He looks upon God's Goſpel as a fooliſh fable, like the Pope, to whom he is a pitiful Purveyor f. His very Chriſtianity may be queſtioned g. He ought to expect more ſeverity than other men, as he is moſt unmerciful in his own Reflections on others h. With as good a right as his Holineſs, he ſets up for Poetical Infallibility i.

Appendix G.1 Mr. DRYDEN only a Verſifyer.

His whole Libel is all bad matter, beautify'd (which is all that can be ſaid of it) with good metre k. Mr. Dryden's Genius did not appear in any thing more than his Verſification, and whether he is to be ennobled for that only, is a queſtion? l

Appendix G.2 Mr. DRYDEN's VIRGIL.

Tonſon calls it Dryden's Virgil, to ſhow that this is not that Virgil ſo admir'd in the Auguſtaean age, but a Virgil of another ſtamp, a ſilly, impertinent, nonſenſical Writer m. None but a Bavius, a Mcevius, or a Batbyllus carp'd at Virgil, and none but ſuch unthinking [247] He hath made it his cuſtom to cackle to more than one Party in their own Sentiments e.

In his Miſcellanies, the Perſons abuſed are, The KING, the QUEEN, His late MAJESTY, both Houſes of PARLIAMENT, the Privy-Council, the Bench of BISHOPS, the Eſtabliſh'd CHURCH, the preſent MINISTRY, &c. To make ſenſe of ſome paſſages, they muſt be conſtru'd into ROYAL SCANDAL f.

He is a Popiſh Rhymeſter, bred up with a Contempt of the Sacred Writings g. His Religion allows him to deſtroy Hereticks, not only with his pen, but with fire and ſword; and ſuch were all thoſe unhappy Wits whom he ſacrificed to his accurſed Popiſh Principles h. It deſerved Vengeance to ſuggeſt, that Mr. Pope had leſs Infallibility than his Nameſake at Rome i.

Appendix G.3 Mr. POPE only a Verſifyer.

The ſmooth numbers of the Dunciad are all that recommend it, nor has it any other merit k. It muſt be own'd that he hath got a notable Knack of rhymeing, and writing ſmooth verſe l.

[248] Vermin admire his Tranſlator n. It is true, ſoft and eaſy lines might become Ovid's Epiſtles or Art of Love—But Virgil who is all great and majeſtic, &c. requires ſtrength of lines, weight of words, and cloſeneſs of expreſſions, not an ambling Muſe running on Carpet-ground, and ſhod as lightly as a Newmarket racer—He has numberleſs faults in his Author's meaning, and in propriety of expreſſion o.

Appendix G.4 Mr. DRYDEN underſtood no Greek or Latin.

Mr. Dryden was once, I have heard, at Weſtminſter School: Dr. Busby would have whipt him for ſo childiſh a Paraphraſep The meaneſt Pedant in England would whip a Lubber of twelve for conſtruing ſo abſurdly q. The Tranſlator is mad, every line betrays his Stupidity r. The faults are innumerable, and convince me that Mr. Dryden did not, or would not underſtaad his Author s. This ſhows how fit Mr. D. may be to tranſlate Homer! A miſtake in a ſingle letter might fall on the Printer well enough, but [...] for [...] muſt be the error of the Author. Nor had he art enough to correct it at the Preſs t. Mr. Dryden writes for the Court Ladies.—He writes for the Ladies, and not for uſe u.

The Tranſlator puts in a little Burleſque now and then into Virgil, for a Ragout to his cheated Subſcribers w.

Appendix G.5 Mr. POPE'S HOMER.

[249]

The Homer which Lintot prints, does not talk like Homer, but like Pope; and he who tranſlated him one would ſwear had a Hill in Tipperary for his Parnaſſus, and a puddle in ſome Bog for his Hippocrene m. He has no Admirers among thoſe that can diſtinguiſh, diſcern, and judge n.

He hath a knack at ſmooth verſe, but without either Genius or good ſenſe, or any tolerable knowledge of Engliſh. The qualities which diſtinguiſh Homer are the beauties of his Diction and the Harmony of his Verſification—But this little Author who is ſo much in vogue, has neither ſenſe in his Thoughts, nor Engliſh in his Expreſſions o.

Appendix G.6 Mr. POPE underſtood no Greek.

He hath undertaken to tranſlate Homer from the Greek, of which he knows not one word, into Engliſh, of which he underſtands as little p. I wonder how this Gentleman would look ſhould it be diſcover'd, that he has not tranſlated ten verſes together in any book of Homer with juſtice to the Poet, and yet he dares reproach his fellow-writers with not underſtanding Greek q. He has ſtuck ſo little to his Original, as to have his knowledge in Greek call'd in queſtion r. I ſhould be glad to know which it is of all Homer's Excellencies which has ſo delighted the Ladies, and the Gentlemen who judge like Ladies? 46

Appendix G.7 Mr. DRYDEN trick'd his Subſcribers.

[250]

I wonder that any man who could not but be conſcious of his own unfitneſs for it, ſhould go to amuſe the learned world with ſuch an undertaking! A man ought to value his Reputation more than Money; and not to hope that thoſe who can read for themſelves, will be impoſed upon, merely by a partially and unſeaſonably-celebrated Name x. Poetis quidlibet audendi ſhall be Mr. Dryden's Motto, tho' it ſhould extend to Picking of Pockets y.

Appendix G.8 Names beſtow'd on Mr. DRYDEN.

An APE] A crafty Ape dreſt up in a gaudy gown—Whips put into an Ape's paw, to play pranks with—None but Apiſh and Papiſh Brats will heed him. Whip and Key, Pref.

An ASS.] A Camel will take upon him no more burden than is ſufficient for his ſtrength, but there is another Beaſt that crouches under all: Mr. Dryden, &c. Milb. p. 105.

A FROG.] Poet Squab indued with Poet Maro's Spirit! an ugly, croaking kind of Vermine, which would ſwell to the bulk of an Oxe, p. 11.

A COWARD.] A Clinias or a Damaetas, or a man of Mr. Dryden's own Courage, p. 176.

A KNAVE.] Mr. Dryden has heard of Paul, the Knave of Jeſus Chriſt: And if I miſtake not, I've read ſomewhere of John Dryden, Servant to his Majeſty, p. 57.

A FOOL.] Had he not been ſuch a ſelf-conceited Fool—Whip and Key, pref. Some great Poets are poſitive Blockheads. Milbourn, p. 34.

A THING.] So little a Thing as Mr. Dryden. Ibid. p. 35.

[251] But he has a notable talent at Burleſque; his genius ſlides ſo naturally into it, that he hath burleſqu'd Homer without deſigning it t.

Appendix G.9 [Mr. POPE trick'd his Subſcribers.

'Tis indeed ſomewhat bold, and almoſt prodigious, for a ſingle man to undertake ſuch a work! But 'tis too late to diſſuade by demonſtrating the madneſs of the Project. The Subſcribers expectations have been rais'd in proportion to what their Pockets have been drain'd of u. Pope has been concern'd in Jobs, and hired out his Name to Bookſellers x.

Appendix G.10 Names beſtow'd on Mr. POPE.

An APE.] Let us take the initial letter of his chriſtian name, and the initial and final letters of his ſurname, viz. A. P. E. and they give you the ſame Idea of an Ape, as his face, &c. Dennis, Daily Journal, May 11, 1728.

An ASS.] It is my duty to pull off the Lion's skin from this little Aſs. Dennis's Rem. on Homer. pref.

A FROG.] A ſquab ſhort Gentleman—a little creature that like the Frog in the Fable, ſwells and is angry that it is not allow'd to be as big as an Oxe. Dennis's Remarks on the Rape of the Lock, pref. p. 9.

A COWARD.] A lurking way-laying coward. Char. of Mr. P. pag. 3.

A KNAVE.] He is one whom God and nature have mark'd for want of common honeſty. Ibid.

A FOOL.] Great Fools will be chriſten'd by the names of great Poets, and Pope will be call'd Homer. Dennis's Rem. on Homer, p. 37.

A THING.] A little abject Thing. Ibid. p. 8.

Appendix H INDEX To the DUNCIAD
Of THINGS (including AUTHORS) to be found in the NOTES, &c. The firſt Number denotes the BOOK, the ſecond the VERSE. Pro. Prolegomena.

[]
A.
  • ADDISON (Mr.) written againſt with vehemence, by J. Dennis. Book ii. Verſe 271. Railed at by A. Philips. iii. 320.
  • Abuſed by J. Oldmixon, in his Proſe-Eſſay on Criticiſm, &c. ii. 271
  • —by J. Ralph, in a London Journal, iii. 159
  • —Celebrated by our Author—Upon his Diſcourſe of Medals—In his Prologue to Cato—and in this Poem. ii. 132
  • Falſe Facts concerning him and our Author related by anonymous Perſons in Miſt's Journals, &c. Pro. p. 75, 76
  • —Diſprov'd by the Teſtimonies of
  • —The Earl of Burlington,
  • —Mr. Tickel,
  • —Mr. Addiſon himſelf.
  • Anger, one of the Characteriſtics of Mr. Dennis's Critical Writings, i. 104
  • —Affirmation, another: Pro. p. 71
  • [To which are added by Mr. Theobald, Ill-nature, Spite, Revenge, i. 104.]
  • Altar of Tibbald's Works, how built, and how founded? i. 135, &c.
  • [253] Aeſchylus, how long he was about him, i. 120.
  • —In what reſpect like him, iii. 309
  • Aſſes, at a Citizen's gate in a morning, ii. 237
  • Appearances, that we are never to judge by them, eſpecially of Poets and Divines, ii. 393
  • Alehouſe, The Birth-place of many Poems, i. 202
  • —And of ſome Poets, ii. 130
  • —One kept by Taylor the Water-poet, ii. 323
  • —and by Edward Ward, i. 200
B.
  • BAVIUS, Book iii. verſe 16. Mr. Dennis his great opinion of him, ibid.
  • Bawdry, in Plays, not diſapprov'd of by Mr. Dennis, iii. 176
  • BLACKMORE, (Sir Rich.) his Impiety and Irreligion, proved by Mr. Dennis, ii. 256
  • —His Quantity of Works, and various Opinions of them.—His abuſe of Mr. Dryden and Mr. Pope, ib.
  • Bray, a word much beloved by Sir Richard, ii. 248
  • Braying, deſcribed, ii. 243.
  • Birch, by no means proper to be apply'd to young Noblememen, iii. 328
  • BROOME, (Rev. Mr. Will.) His Sentiments of our Author's Virtue, Pro.
  • —Our Author's of his abilities, iii. 326
  • —And how he rewarded them, ib.
  • Billingſgate-language, how to be uſed by learned Authors, ii. 134
  • BOND, BEZALEEL, BREVAL, not living Writers, but Phantoms, ii. 118
  • Bookſellers, how they run for a Poet, ii. 27, &c.
  • Bailiffs, how Poets run from them, ii. 57
C.
  • Cardinal Virtues of Dulneſs, Book i. Verſe 45 to 50
  • Cave of Poverty, a Poem of Tibbald, commended by [254] Mr. Giles Jacob, i. 106. Its extraordinary Concluſion, i. 226
  • COOKE, (Tho.) abuſed Mr. Pope's moral Character, ii. 130
  • CONCANEN (Mat.) one of the Authors of the Weekly Journals, ii. 287. Oblig'd to Dr Swift, and writ ſcurrilouſly of him, ibid.
  • —Declar'd that when this Poem had Blanks, they meant Treaſon, iii. 297
  • —Of opinion that Juvenal never ſatiriz'd the Poverty of Codrus, ii. 136
  • Criticks, verbal ones, muſt have two Poſtulata allowed them, ii. 1
  • Cat-calls, ii. 223
  • CURL, Edm. His Panegyric, ii. 54
  • —His Corinna, and what ſhe did, 66
  • —His Prayer 75.—Like Eridanus, 176
  • —Much favour'd by Cloacina, 93, &c.
  • —Toſt in a Blanket and whipped, ib.
  • —Pillory'd, ii. 3
D.
  • Diſpenſary of Dr. Garth, Book ii. Verſe 132
  • Daniel de Foe, in what reſembled to Will. Prynn, i. 101
  • DENNIS (John) His Character of himſelf, i. 104
  • —Senior to Mr. Durfey, iii. 167
  • —Eſteem'd by our Author, and why, ib.
  • —His Love of Puns, i. 61
  • —And Politicks, i. 104. ii. 271
  • —His great Loyalty to King George how prov'd, i. 104
  • A great Friend to the Stage—and to the State, ii. 381
  • How he proves that none but Nonjurors and diſaffected Perſons writ againſt Stage-plays, ibid.
  • —His reſpect to the Bible and Alcoran, ibid.
  • —His Excuſe for Obſcenity in Plays, iii. 176.
  • [255] —His mortal fear of Mr. Pope, founded on Mr. Curl's aſſurances, i. 104
  • —Of opinion that he poyſon'd Curl, ib.
  • —His Reaſon why Homer was, or was not in debt, ii. 111.
  • —His Accuſations of Sir R. Blackmore,
    • —As no Proteſtant, ii. 256
    • —As no Poet, ibid.
  • —His wonderful Dedication to George Ducket, Eſq iii. 176
  • Drams, dangerous to a Poet, iii. 137
  • Double-Falſehood, a Play publiſh'd by Tibbald, iii. 270
  • —A famous Verſe of it, ibid.
  • —How plainly prov'd by him to be Shakeſpear's, ibid.
  • —But grievous Errors committed by him in the Edition: A Specimen of 'em, ibid.
  • Dedicators, ii. 189, &c.
  • Dunciad, how to be correctly ſpell'd, i. 1
  • —How it came to be written, App. No. 1. Note p. 177
  • —How long in writing, various Opinions thereof, ibid. p. 179
  • Dulneſs, the Goddeſs; her Griginal and Parents, i. 9. Her ancient Empire, 14. Her cardinal Virtues, 45, &c. Her Idaeas, Productions, and Creation, 53, &c. Her Survey and Contemplation of her Works, 77, &c. And of her Children, 93. Their uninterrupted Succeſſion, 96, &c. to 110. What Nations in ſpecial manner favour'd by her, 156. Her Scholiaſts, Commentators, &c. 159 to 172. Her beloved Seat in the City, i. 30. The Criſis of her Empire there at Settle's death, 88, 185. Her appearance to Tibbald, 217. She manifeſts to her Works, 227, &c. Anoints him, 241, &c. Inſtitutes [256] Games for her Sons ii. 15, &c. How uſeful in Buſineſs i. 147. How beneficent to Man 151. The manner how ſhe makes a Wit ii. 43. A great Lover of a Joke 30—And loves to repeat the ſame over again 114. Her ways and means to procure the Pathetick and Terrible in Tragedy 218, &c. Incourages Chattering and Bawling 223, &c. And is Patroneſs of Party-writing and railing 263. Makes uſe of the heads of Criticks as Scales to weigh the heavineſs of Authors 335. Promotes Slumber, with the Works of the ſaid Authors ibid. The wonderful Virtue of ſleeping in her Lap iii. 5, &c. Her Elyzium 15, &c. The Souls of her Sons dipt in Lethe ibid. How brought into the world? 20. Their Transfiguration and Metemſychoſis 41. The Extent and Glories of her Empire, at large, in Book iii. Her Conqueſts throughout the World, 60 to 100. A Catalogue of her preſent Forces in this Nation, to the end.
E.
  • EUSDEN (Laurence) i. 102. iii. 317
  • Tax'd by Oldmixon with Nonſenſe i. 102
    • —by Curl with Ebriety ii. 393.
    • —Defended from the Charge of Libelling ii. 279
  • Ears: Some people advis'd how to preſerve them iii. 210
F.
  • FALSEHOODS, told of our Author in Print.
  • Of his taking Verſes from James Moore, Pro. p. 76
  • And of his intending to abuſe Biſhop Burnet, p. 77, ibid.
  • By John Dennis, of his really poiſoning Mr. Curl ii. 104
  • And of contempt for the ſacred Writings ii. 256
  • [257] By Edward Ward, of his being bribed by a Dutcheſs to ſatirize Ward of Hackney in the pillory iii. 26
  • By Miſt's Journaliſts, of unfair proceeding in the Undertaking of the Odyſſey and Shakeſpear, Pro. p. 74
  • —Diſprov'd by the teſtimony of the Lords, Harcourt and Bathurſt, 75, ibid.
  • —By Tho. Cook, of the ſame, ii. 130
  • By Miſt's Journaliſts, concerning Mr. Addiſon and him, two or three Lies, Pro. p. 73 and 75
  • By Paſquin, of his being in a Plot, iii. 146
  • By Sir Richard Blackmore, of his burleſquing Scripture, upon the authority of Curl ii. 256
  • Mac Fleckno, not ſo decent and chaſte in the Diction as the Dunciad ii. 71
  • Friendſhip, underſtood by Mr. Dennis to be ſomewhat elſe, in Niſus & Euryalus, &c. iii. 176
  • Furius, Mr. Dennis call'd ſo by Mr. Theobald i. 104
  • Fleet-ditch ii. 258. Its Nymphs 308. Smedley's Diſcoveries there ibid.
G.
  • Good nature of our Author; Inſtances of it in this work i. 41, 258. ii. 285.
  • Good Senſe, Grammar, and Verſe, deſired to give place, for the ſake of Mr. Bez. Morris and his Works iii. 161
  • GILDON (Charles) abuſed our Author in many things, Pro. p. 68, 85. i. 250
  • —Printed againſt Jeſus Chriſt i 250
  • GILDON and DENNIS, their unhappy Difference lamented iii. 167
  • Gentleman, his Hymn to his Creator, by Welſted iii. 199
H.
  • HORACE, cenſured by Mr. Welſted, Pro. p. 69
  • [258] —Did not know what he was about when he wrote his Art of Poetry, ibid. Called Flaccus by Tibbald, and why? i. 189
  • HENLEY (John the Orator). His Tub and Euchariſt ii. 2. His Hiſtory iii. 195. His Offer to Sir R. W. and the Hon. Mr. P—ibid. His Opinion of Ordination and Chriſtian Prieſthood ibid. His Medals ibid.
  • HAYWOOD (Mrs.) What ſort of Game for her ii. 155. Won by Curl 182. Her great Reſpect for him 149. The Offspring of her Brain and Body, according to Curl) ibid. Not undervalued by being ſet againſt a Jordan 159
  • H—Y, (Lord) impatiently expected by Mr. Edw. Howard i. 251
  • Hints, extraordinary ones? ii. 256
  • HORNECK and ROOME, two Party-Writers iii. 146
I.
  • JOHNSON (Charles) abuſed Dr. Arb. Mr. Gay and Mr. P. in a Prologue, i. 240
  • —Perſonally abuſed by Curl and others for his fatneſs ibid.
  • Impudence, celebrated in Mr. Curl ii. 178
    • —in Mr. Norton de Foe ii. 383
    • —in Mr. Cibber iii. 131.
    • —in Mr. Henley iii. 195
L.
  • Lord-Mayors-Show, i. 85
  • Library of Tibbald i. 120
  • Lud (King) ii. 332
  • Log (King) i. verſe ult.
  • Lintot (Bernard) ii. 42
M.
  • MOORE (James) His Story of ſix Verſes, and of ridiculing Biſhop Burnet in the Memoirs of a Pariſh-Clerk, prov'd falſe, by the Teſtimonies of
    • —The Lord Bolingbroke, Pro. p. 77
    • —Hugh Bethel, Eſq ibid.
    • —Earl of Peterborough, ibid.
    • —Dr. Arbuthnot, ibid.
  • —His Plagiariſms, ſome few of them, ibid. and ii. 108. What he was real Author of (beſide the Story above-mentioned) Vide Liſt of ſcurrilous Papers in the Appendix, No. 3.
  • Eraſmus, his advice to him ii. 46
  • MILBOURNE, a fair Critic, and why? ii. 325
  • Madneſs, of what ſort Mr. Dennis's was, according to Plato i. 104
  • —According to himſelf iii. 174
  • May-pole in the Strand, turn'd into a Church, ii. 24
  • MORRIS, (Beſaleel) iii. 162
N.
  • NORTON DE FOE, a ſcandalous Writer ii. 385
  • Nodding, deſcribed ii. 359
O.
  • OLDMIXON (John) abuſed Mr. Addiſon and Mr. Pope ii. 271. Falſify'd Daniel's Hiſtory, then accuſed others of falſifying Lord Clarendon's; proved a Slanderer in it, ibid.
  • —Mr. Euſden and my Lord Chamberlain i. 102
  • Odyſſey, Falſehood's concerning Mr. P's. Propoſals for that Work, Pro. p. 75
    • —Diſprov'd by the Right Honourable the Lord Bathurſt ibid.
    • —And by thoſe very Propoſals ibid.
  • Owls and Opium i. 35.
  • [260] Opiates, two very conſiderable ones ii. 238. Their Efficacy 358, &c.
  • Owls, deſired to anſwer Mr. Ralph iii 160
P.
  • Pope (Mr.) his Life] Educated by Jeſuits—by a Parſon—by a Monk—at St. Omers—at Oxford—at home—no where at all. Pro. p. 68. His Father a Merchant, a Husbandman, a Farmer, a Hatter, the Devil, ibid.
  • —His Death threaten'd by D. Smedley, ibid. p. 81. but afterwards advis'd to hang himſelf or cut his Throat, ibid. To be hunted down like a wild Beaſt, by Mr. Theobald ibid. unleſs hang'd for Treaſon on Information of Paſquin, Mr. Dennis, Mr. Curl, and Concanen, ibid.
  • Poverty, never to be mention'd in Satire, in the opinion of the Journaliſts and Hackney Writers—The Poverty of Codrus, not touch'd upon by Juvenal ii. 136. When, and how far Poverty may be ſatirized, Letter p. 8. Whenever mention'd by our Author, it is only as an Extenuation and Excuſe for bad Writers ii. 270
  • Perſonal abuſes not to be endur'd, in the opinion of Mr. Dennis, Theobald, Curl, &c. ii. 134
  • Perſonal abuſes on our Author by Mr. Dennis, Gildon, &c. ibid. Pro.—By Mr. Theobald, Pro. p. Notes.—By Mr. Ralph iii. 159.—By Mr. Welſted ii. 199.—By Mr. Ch. Johnſon i. 240—By Mr. Cooke ii. 130.—By Mr. Concanen iii. 297.—By Sir Richard Blackmore ii. 256.—By Edw. Ward iii. 26.—And their Brethren, paſſim.
  • Perſonal abuſes on others] Mr. Theobald of Mr. Dennis for his Poverty i. 104. Mr. Dennis of Mr. Theobald for his Livelihood by the Stage and the [261] Law. i. 106. Mr. Dennis of Sir Richard Blackmore for Impiety ii. 256. D. Smedley o Mr. Concanen ii. 130. Mr. Oldmixon's of M. Euſden. i. 102—Of Mr. Addiſon ii. 271 Mr. Cook's of Mr. Euſden i. 102.
  • Politicks, very uſeful in Criticiſm, Mr. Dennis's i. 104. ii. 381
  • Pillory, a poſt of reſpect, in the opinion o Mr. Curl iii. 26 —and of Mr. Ward, ibid.
  • Plagiary, deſcribed ii. 38, &c. 102, &c.
  • Plato, in what manner tranſlated by Tibbld i. 221
  • Poverty and poetry, their Cave i. 30
  • Profaneneſs, not to be endur'd in our A [...]thor, but very allowable in Shakeſpear i. 48
  • Party-Writers, their three Qualifications, i. 264
  • Poeteſſes iii. 141
  • Pindars and Miltons, of the modern ſort ii. 158
R.
  • Rag-fair i. 27
  • Round-houſe ii. 392
  • RALPH (James) iii. 160. See Sawney
  • ROOME and HORNECK iii. 146
S.
  • Shakeſpear, to be ſpell'd always with an e at te end i. 1
  • —Crucify'd once a week by Tibbald i. 164
  • —Proved by him to borrrow of Winkin i. 162
  • —To have made great Blunders, Puns, and Anacr niſms, ibid.
  • —To have had a Baſtard iii. 70
  • —Said by him to deſerve Whipping i. 162
  • —And by Dennis call'd a Raſcal, ibid.
  • [262] SETTLE (Elkanah) Mr. Dennis's Account of him i. 88. iii. 16. And Mr. Welſted's, ibid. A Party-writer of Pamphlets i. 88. and iii. 279. Once preferred to Dryden i. 88. A writer of Farces and Drolls, and employ'd at laſt in Bartholomew-fair iii. 279
  • Sawney, a Poem: The Author's great Ignorance in Claſſical Learning i. 1
  • —In Rules of Criticiſm iii. 159
  • —In Languages, ibid.
  • —In Engliſh Grammar i. 28.
  • —His Praies of himſelf above Mr. Addiſon iii. 159
  • —His own opinion of his Equality to Shakeſpear, ibid.
  • Scholiaſts i. 159. ili. 188
  • Supperleſs, a miſtake concerning this word ſet right, with reſpect to Mr. Theobald and other temperate Students i. 109
T.
  • TIBBALD, why he was made Hero of this Poem according to Scriblerus. Pro. The true reaſon i. 102. Why Succeſſor to Settle i. 108. Conceal'd his Intentions upon Shakeſpear all the time Mr. Pope deſir'd aſſiſtance, and promis'd Encouragement, toward perfecting an Edition of him i. 106 His own Confeſſion of that Proceeding in a Daily Journal—yet ask'd favours of Mr. P. at that time. i. 106
  • One of Miſt's Writers i. 106, 164. And Author ſecretly and abettor of Scurrilities againſt Mr. P. i. 106. Vid. Pro. p. 74, 80. and Appendix, No. 3.
  • How he was like Aeſchylus iii. 309
  • Like Shakeſpear iii. 270
  • [263] —And like Settle i. 108. and iii 279
  • Taylors, a good word for them, againſt Poets and ill Paymaſters ii. 111
  • Thunder, how to make it, by Mr. Dennis's receipt ii. 218
V.
  • Verbal Critics. Two Points always to be granted them ii. 1
W.
  • WARD (Edw.) a Poet and Alehouſe-keeper in Moorfields i. 200
  • —His high opinion of his Nameſake, —and his reſpect for the Pillory iii. 26
  • WELSTED (Leonard) one of the Authors of the Weekly Journals, abuſed our Author, &c. many years ſince ii. 199. And afreſh, ibid. Taken by Dennis for a Didapper, ibid. The Character of his Poetry ii. 199. iii. 163
  • Weekly Journals, by whom written? ii. 268, 279
  • Whirligigs iii. 49
FINIS.
Notes
*
Which we have done in a Liſt in the Appendix.
*
Eſſay on Criticiſm in French Verſe by General Hamilton. The ſame in Verſe alſo by Monſieur Roboton, Counſellor and Privy Secretary to King George I. after by the Abbe Reynel, in Verſe, with Notes, Paris 1730. Rape of the Lock, in French, Paris 1728. in Italian Verſe, by the Abbe Conti, a Noble Venetian: and by the Marqueſs Rangoni, Envoy Extraordinary from Modena to King George II. Others of his works by Salvini of Florence, &c. his Eſſays and Diſſertations on Homer in French, Paris 1728.
As Mr. Wycherley, at the time the Town declaim'd againſt his book of Poems: Mr Walſh, after his death: Sir William Trumbull, when he had reſign'd the office of Secretary of State: Lord Bolingbroke at his leaving England after the Queen's death: Lord Oxford in his laſt decline of Life: Mr. Secretary Crags at the end of the South-Sea Year, and after his death: Others only in Epitaphs.
a
Vid. Boſſu, du poeme Epique, ch. 8.
a
Ibid. ch. 7.
b
Book 1. Verſe 32, &c.
c
Ver. 45 to 52.
d
Verſe 57 to 75.
e
Verſe 80.
a
Boſſu, ch. 7, 8.
b
Verſe 1, 2.
c
Verſe 95 to 104.
13
d. Boſſu, ch. 8. Vide Ariſtot. Poetic. c. 9.
14
u. See his Eſſays.
a
Giles Jacob's Lives of Poets, vol. 2. in his Life.
a
Dennis's reflect. on the Eſſay on Crit.
b
Dunciad diſſected, p. 4.
c
Guardian, No. 40.
d
Jacob, ib.
e
Dunc. diſſ. ibid.
f
Farmer P. and his ſon, ibid.
g
Dunc. diſſect.
h
Characters of the Times, p. 45.
i
Female Dunc. p. ult.
k
Dunc. diſſect.
l
Room, Paraphraſe on the 4th of Geneſis, printed 1729. in Character of Mr. P. and his Writings, in a Letter to a Friend, printed for S. Popping, 1716. p. 10. Curl in his Key to the Dunciad, (firſt edit. ſaid to be printed for A. Dod) in the tenth page declared Gildon to be author of that Libel, tho' in the ſubſequent editions of his Key he left out this aſſertion, and affirm'd (in the Curliad, p. 4. and 8.) that it was writ by Dennis only.
a
Roflections critical and ſatyrical, on a Rhapſody call'd an Eſſay on Criticiſm. Printed for Bernard Lintot, 8vo.
28
b Eſſay on Criticiſm in Proſe, 8vo. 1728. by the author of the Critical Hiſtory of England.
a
Preface to his Poems, p. 18, 53.
b
Spectator, No. 253.
a
Letter to B. B. at the end of the remarks on Pope's Homer, 1717.
b
Printed 1728, p. 12.
d
Alma, Cant. 2.
a
In his Eſſays, vol. 1. printed for E. Curl.
b
Cenſor, vol. 2. No. 33.
a
Vid. Pref. to Mr. Tickel's Tranſlation of the firſt book of the Iliad, 4to,
a
Daily Journal, March 18, 1728.
b
Daily Journal, April 3. 1728.
c
Verſes to Mr. P. on his tranſlation of Homer.
d
Poem prefix'd to his works.
e
In his Poems; printed for B. Lintot.
f
Univerſal Paſſion, Satyr 1.
g
In his poems, and at the end of the Odyſſey.
The names of two weekly Papers.
b
Theobald, Letter in Miſt's Journal, June 22, 1728.
i
Smedley, Pref. to Gulliveriana, p. 14, 16.
k
Gulliveriana, pag. 332.
l
Anno 1723.
m
Anno 1729.
n
Preface to Rem. on Rape of the Lock, pag. 12, and in the laſt page of that Treatiſe.
o
Pag. 6, 7. of the Preface, by Concanen, to a Book intitled, A Collection of all the Letters, Eſſays, Verſes, and Advertiſements, occaſion'd by Pope and Swift's Miſcellanies, printed for A. Moore, 8vo. 1712.
p
Key to the Dunc. 3d edit. p. 18.
q
A Liſt of perſons, &c. at the end of the foremention'd Collection of all the Letters, Eſſays, &c.
r
Introduction to his Shakeſpear reſtor'd, in quarto, p. 3.
s
Commentary on the Duke of Buckingham's Eſſay, 8vo. 1721. p. 97, 98.
t
In his Proſe Eſſay on Criticiſm.
u
Printed under the Title of the Progreſs of Dulneſs, 120. 1728.
x
Battle of Poets, fol. pag. 15.
y

In Concert.] Hear how Mr. Dennis hath proved our miſtake in this place. ‘"As to my writing in Concert with Mr. Gildon, I declare upon the honour and word of a gentleman that I never wrote ſo much as one line in concert with any one man whatſoever. And theſe two Letters from Mr. Gildon will plainly ſhow, that we are not Writers in concert with each other.’

Sir,—

The height of my Ambition is to pleaſe Men of the beſt Judgment; and finding that I have entertain'd my Maſter agreeably, I have the Extent of the Reward of my Labour.

Sir, I had not the opportunity of hearing your excellent Pamphlet 'till this Day: I am infinitely ſatisfied and pleas'd with it, and hope you will meet with that Encouragement which your admirable Performance deſerves, &c.

CH. GILDON.

‘"Now is it not plain, that any one who ſends ſuch Compliments to another, has not been us'd to write in Partnerſhip with him to whom he ſends them?"’ [Dennis's Remarks on the Dunciad, p 50.] Mr. Dennis is therefore welcome to take this Piece to himſelf.

h
Gulliv. p. 336. i Burnet Homerides, pag. 1, of his Tranſlation of the Iliad.
k
The London and Miſt's Journals, on his Undertaking of the Odyſſey.
a
The Publiſher.] Who he was is uncertain; but Edward Ward tells us in his preface to Durgen, ‘"that moſt judges are of opinion this preface is not of Engliſh extraction but Hibernian, &c."’ He means Dr. Swift, who whether publiſher or not, may be ſaid in a ſort to be author of the poem: For when he, together with Mr. Pope, (for reaſons ſpecify'd in the preface to their Miſcellanies) determin'd to own the moſt trifling pieces in which they had any hand, and to deſtroy all that remain'd in their power, the firſt sketch of this poem was ſnatch'd from the fire by Dr. Swift, who perſuaded his friend to proceed in it, and to him it was therefore inſcribed. But the occaſion of printing it was as follows.
There was publiſh'd in thoſe Miſcellanies, a Treatiſe of the Bathos, or Art of Sinking in Poetry, in which was a chapter, where the ſpecies of bad writers were rang'd in claſſes, and initial letters of names prefix'd for the moſt part at random. But ſuch was the number of poets eminent in that art, that ſome one or other took every letter to himſelf. All fell into ſo violent a fury, that for half a year or more the common Newspapers (in moſt of which they had ſome property, as being hired writers) were filled with the moſt abuſive falſhoods and ſcurrilities they could poſſibly deviſe: A liberty no ways to be wonder'd at in thoſe people, and in thoſe papers, that, for many years, during the uncontrolled licenſe of the preſs, had aſperſed almoſt all the great characters of the age, and this with impunity, their own perſons and names being utterly ſecret and obscure. This gave Mr. Pope the thought, that he had now ſome opportunity of doing good, by [...] and dragging into light theſe common enemies of mankind; ſince to invalidate this univerſal ſlander, it ſufficed to ſhew what contemptible men were the authors of it. He was not without hopes, that by manifeſting the dullneſs of thoſe who had only malice to recommend them, either the bookſellers would not find their account in employing them, or the men themſelves, when diſcovered, want courage to proceed in ſo unlawful an occupation. This it was that gave birth to the Dunciad, and he thought an happineſs, that by the late flood of ſlander on himſelf, he had acquired ſuch a peculiar right over their names as was neceſſary to his deſign.
b
Pamphlets, Advertiſements, &c.] See the liſt of theſe anonymous papers, with their dates and authors thereunto annexed, in the third article of this Appendix.
c
About a hundred thouſand.] It is ſurprizing with what ſtupidity this preface, which is almoſt a continued irony, was taken by thoſe authors. This paſſage among others they underſtood to be ſerious.
d
The Author of the following Poem, &c.] A very plain irony, ſpeaking of Mr. Pope himſelf.
e
The publiſher in theſe words went a little too far: but it is certain whatever names the reader finds that are unknown to him, are of ſuch: and the exception is only of two or three, whoſe dulneſs or ſcurrility all mankind agreed to have juſtly entitled them to a place in the Dunciad.
f
There is certainly nothing in his Style, &c.] This irony had ſmall effect in concealing the author. The Dunciad, imperfect as it was, had not been publiſh'd two days, but the whole town gave it to Mr. Pope.
g

The labour of full ſix years, &c.] This alſo was honeſtly and ſeriouſly believ'd, by divers of the gentlemen of the Dunciad. J. Ralph, pref. to Sawney, ‘"We are told, it was the labour of ſix years, with the utmoſt aſſiduity and application: It is no great compliment to the author's ſenſe to have employ'd ſo large a part of his life, &c."’ So alſo Ward, pref. to Durgen, ‘"The Dunciad, as the publiſher very wiſely confeſſes, coſt the author ſix years retirement from all the pleaſures of life, tho' it is ſomewhat difficult to conceive, from either its bulk or beauty, that it could be ſo long in hatching, &c. But the length of time and cloſeneſs of application were mention'd to prepoſſeſs the reader with a good opinion of it."’

They juſt as well underſtood what Scriblerus ſaid of this poem.

h
The prefacer to curl's Key took this word to be really in Statius. ‘"By a quibble on the word Duncia. the Dunciad is formed,"’ pag. 3. Mr. Ward alſo follows him in the ſame opinion.
i
The Henriad.] The French poem of Monſieur Voltaire, entitled La Henriade, had been publiſh'd at London the year before.
a
Milbourn on Dryden's Virgil, 8vo. 1698, p. 6.
b
pag. 38.
c
pag. 192.
d
pag. 8.
a
Dennis, Remarks on the Rape of the Lock, pref. p. 12.
b
Dunciad diſſected.
c
Preface to Gulliveriana.
d
Denn. Character of Mr. P.
e
Whip and Key, 4to. printed for R. Janeway 1682. Preface.
f
Ibid.
g
Milbourn, p. 9.
h
Ibid. p. 175.
i
pag. 39.
k
Whip and Key, Pref.
l
Oldmixon, Eſſay on Criticiſm, p. 84. m Milbourn, pag. 2.
e
Theobald, Letter in Miſt's Journal, June 22, 1728.
f
Liſt, at the end of a Collection of Verſes, Letters, Advertiſements, 8vo. Printed for A. Moore, 1728, and the Preface to it, pag. 6.
g
Dennis's Remarks on Homer, p. 27.
h
Preface to Gulliveriana, p. 11.
i
Dedication to the Collection of Verſes, Letters, p. 9.
k
Miſt's Journal of June 8, 1728.
l
Character of Mr. P. and Dennis on Homer.
n
Pag. 35.
o
Pag. 22, and 192.
p
Milbourn, p. 72.
q
Pag. 203.
r
Pag. 78.
s
Pag. 206.
t
Pag. 19.
u
Pag. 124, 190.
w
Pag. 67.
m
Dennis's Remarks on Pope's Homer, p 12
n
Ibid.
o
Character of Mr. P. p. 17. and Remarks on Homer, p. 91.
p
Dennis's Remark's on Homer, p. 12.
q
Daily Journal of April 23, 1728. Supplement to the Profund. Pref.
46
s Oldmixon, Eſſay on Criticiſm, p. 66.
x
Pag. 192.
y
Ibid. p. 125.
t
Dennis's Remarks, p. 28.
u
Burnet Homerides, p. 1, &c.
x
Britiſh Journal, Nov. 25, 1727.
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