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Sepnlchral lies, our holy walls to grace,

She, tinsell'd o'er in robes of varying hues, And new-year odes, and all the Grub-street race. With self-applause her wild creation views;

In clouded majesty here Dulness shone, Sees momentary monsters rise and fall, Four guardian virtues, round, support her throne: And with her own fools-colours gilds them all. Fierce champion Fortitude, that knows no fears 'Twas on the day, when * * rich and grave, Of hisses, blows, or want, or loss of ears :

Like Cimon triumph'd both on land and wave : Calm Temperance, whose blessings those partake (Pomps without guilt, of bloodless swords and Who hunger, and who thirst, foțscribbling sake: 50 maces, Prudence, whose glass presents th' approaching Glad chains, warm furs, broad banners, and Poetic Justice, with her lifted scale, [jail : broad faces) Where, in nice balance, trnth with gold she weighs, Now night descending, the proud scene was o'er, And solid pudding against empty praise.

But liv'd, in Settle's numbers, one day more. 90 Here she beholds the chaos dark and deep, Now mayors and shrieves all hush'd and satiate Where nameless somethings in their causes sleep, Yet eat, in dreams, the custard of the day? (lay, Till genial Jacob, or a warm third day,

While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Call forth each mass, a poem, or a play:

Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep. How hints, like spawn, scarce quick in embryo Much to the mindful queen the feast recalls lie,

What city swans once sung within the walls; How new-born Nonsense first is taught to cry, 60 Much she revolves their arts, their ancient praise, Maggots, half-form'), in rhyme exactly meet, And sure succession down from Heywood's days. And learn to crawl upon poetic feet.

She saw, with joy, the line immortal run, Here one poor word an hundred clenches makes, Each sire imprest and glaring in his son : 100 And ductile Dulness new meanders takes ;

So watchful Bruin forms, with plastic care, There motley images her fancy strike,

Each growing lump, and brings it to a bear. Figures ill-paird, and similies unlike.

She saw old Pryn in restless Daniel shine, She sees a mob of metaphors advance,

And Eusden eke out Blackınore's endless line: Pleas'd with the madness of the mazy dance; How Tragedy and Comedy embrace; How Farce and Epic get a jumbled race ; 70 Ver. 85. in the former editions, How Time himself stands still at her command, 'Twas on the day, when Thorold, rich and Realms shift their place, and Ocean turns to land; grave.] Sir George Thorold, lord mayor of LonHere gay description Egypt glads with showers, don in the year 1720, Or gives to Zembla fruits, to Barca flowers ; Glittering with ice here hoary hills are seen, There painted vallies of eternal green,

Ver. 85, 86. T was on the day, when ** rich In cold December fragrant chaplets blow,

and grave-Like Cimon triumph’d] Viz, a lord And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow. mayor's day; his name the author had left in

All these, and more, the cloud-compelling queen blanks, but most certainly could never be that Beholds through fogs, that magnify the scene. 80 which the editor foisted in formerly, and

which no way agrees with the chronology of the poem.

Bentl. Ver. 43. Sepulchral lies,) is a just satire on

The procession of a lord mayor is made partly the flatteries and falsehoods admitted to be in- by land, and partly by water--Cimon, the famous scribed on the walls of churches, in epitaphs; Athenian general, obtained a victory by sea, and which occasioned the following epigram:

another by land, on the same day, over the PerFriend ! in your epitaphs, I'm griev'd,

sians and Barbarians. So very much is said ;

Ver. 90. But liv'd, in Settle's numbers, one day One half will never be believ'd,

more.) A beautiful manner of speaking, usual with The other never read.

poets in praise of poetry. Ver. 44. new-year odes.] Made by the poet

Ibid. But liv'd, in Settle's numbers, one day laureate for the time being, to be sung at court more.] Settle was poet to the city of London. His on every new-year's day, the words of which are office was to compose yearly panegyrics upon the happily drowned in the voices and instruments. lord mayors, and verses to be spoken in the The new-year odes of the hero of this work were pageants : But that part of the shows being of a cast distinguished from all that preceded him, at length frugally abolished, the employment and made a conspicuous part of his character as of city poet ceased'; so that upon Settle's demise, a writer, which doubtless induced our author to there was no successor to that place. mention them here so particularly.

Ver. 98. John Heywood, whose interludes were Ver. 45. In clouded majesty here Dulness printed in the time of Henry VIII. shone,) See this cloud removed, or rolled back,

Ver. 103. Old Pryn in restless Daniel] The first or gathered up to her head, Book iv. ver. 17, 18.

edition had it, It is worth while to compare this description of She saw in Norton all his father shine: the majesty of Dulness in a state of peace and

a great mistake! for Daniel de Foe had parts, tranquility, with that more busy scene where she but Norton de Poe was a wretched writer, and mounts the throne in triumph, and is not so mach supported by her own virtues, as by the Daniel himself made successor to W. Pryn, both

never attempted poetry. Much more justly is princely consciousness of having destroyed all of whom wrote verses as well as politics; as other.

appears by the poem de Jure Divino, &c. of De Ver. 57. genial Jacob] Tonson. The famous foe, and by some lines in Cowley's Miscellanies race of booksellers of that name.

on the other. And both these authors had a reVOL. XIL

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She saw slow Philips creep like Tate's poor page, Bays, form'd by nature stage and town to bless, And all the mighty mad in Dennis rage.

And act, and be, a coxcomb with success. 110 In each she marks her image full exprest, But chief in Bays's monster-breeding breast ;

But chief in Tibbald's monster-breeding breast;

Sees gods with demons in strange league engage, semblance in their fates as well as their writings, And Earth, and Heaven, and Hell ber battles wage. having been alike sentenced to the pillory.

She ey'd the bard, where supperless he sate ; Ver. 104. And Eusden eke out, &c.] Laurence | And pin'd, unconscious of his rising fate; Eusden, poet laureate. Mr. Jacob gives a cata- Studious he sate, with all his books around, logue of some few only of his works, which were Sinking from thought to thought, &c. very numerous. Mr. Cook, in his Battle of poets,

Var. Tibbald] Author of a pamphlet entitaled, saith of him,

Shakespeare restored. During two whole years, Eusden, a laurell'd bard, by fortune rais'd,

while Mt. Pope was preparing his edition of Shake By very few was read, by fewer prais'd.

speare, he published advertisements, requesting

assistance, and promising satisfaction to any who Mr. Oldmixon, in his Arts of Logic and Rhetoric, could contribute to its greater perfection. But p. 413, 414. affirms, “That of all the Galimatias this restorer, who was at that time soliciting be ever met with, none comes up to some verses favours of him by letters, did wholly conceal his of this poet, which have as much of the ridiculum design, till after its publication (which he was and the fustian in them as can well be jumbled since not ashamed to own, in a Daily Journal of together, and are of that sort of nonsense, which Nov. 26, 1728): And then an outcry was made 50 perfectly confounds all ideas, that there is no in the prints, that our author had joined with the distinct one left in the mind.” Farther he says of bookseller to raise an extravagant subscription; in him, “ That he hath prophesied his own poetry which he had no share, of which he had no knowshall be sweeter than Catullus, Ovid, and Tibullus ; ledge, and against which he hád publicly adverbut we have little hope of the accomplishment of tised his own proposals for Homer. Probably it, from what he hath lately published." Upon that proceeding elevated Tibbald to the digwhich Mr. Oldmixon has not spared a reflection, nity he holds in this poem, which he serims to • 'That the putting the laurel on the head of one deserve no other way batter than his brethren ; who writ such verscs, will give futurity a very unless we impute it to the share he had in the lively idea of the judgment and justice of those Journals, cited among the testimonies of authors who bestowed it.” Ibid. p. 417. But the well prefixed to this work. known learning of that noble person, who was then lord chamberlain, might have screened hiin from this unmannerly reflection. Nor ought Mr. Old- Ver. 106. And all the mighty mad in Dennis mixon to complain, so long after, that the laurel rage.) Mr. Theobald, in the Censor, vol. ii. N. would have better become his own brows, or any 33, calls Mr. Dennis by the name of Furius. other's : It were more decent to acquiesce in the “ The modern Furius is to be looked upon mora opinion of the Duke of Buckingham upon this as an object of pity, than of that which he daily matter;

provokes, laughter and contempt. Did we really - In rush'd Eusden, and cry'd, “Who shall haveit, know how much this poor man” (I wish that But I, the true laureate, to whom the King gave it?" reflection on poverty had been spared] “ suffera Apollo begg'd pardon, and granted his claim,

by being contradicted, or, which is the same But vow'd that till then he ne'er heard of his name.

thing in effect, by hearing another praised; we

should, in compassion, sometimes attend to him Session of Poets.

with a silent nod, and let him go away with the The same plea might also serve for his snecessor, triumphs of bis ill-nature.-Poor Furius (again) Mr. Cibber; and is further strengthened in the when any of his contemporaries are spoken welí following epigram made on that occasion ;

of, quitting the ground of the present dispute,

steps back a thousand years to call in the succous In merry Old England it once was a rule,'

of the ancients. His very panegyric is spiteful, The king had his poet, and also his fool;

and he uses it for the same reason as some ladies But now we're so frugal, I'd have you to know it, do their commendations of a dead beauty, who That Cibber can serve both for fool and for poet

would never have had their good word, but that Of Blackmore, see Book ii. Of Philips, Book i. a living one happened to be mentioned in their ver. 262. and Book iii. prope fin.

company. His applause is not the tribute of his Nahun Tate was poct laureat, a cold writer, heart, but the sacrifice of his revenge,” & of no invention ; but sometimes translated tolerably | Indeed his pieces against our poet are somewhat when befriended by Mr. Dryden. In his second of an angry character, and as they are now part of Absalom and Achitophel are above two scarce extant, a taste of his style may be satis. hundred a Imirable lines together of that great factory to the curious. “ A young, squab, short hand, which strongly shine through the insipidity gentleman, whose outward form, though it should of the rest. Something parallel may be observed be that of downright monkey, would not differ so of another author here mentioned.

much from human shape as his unthinking in.

material part does from hunnan doderstanding. VARIATIONS.

He is as stupid and as venomous as a bunch-back'd Ver. 108. But chief in Bays's, &c.] In the toad. A borok through which Folly and Ignorance, former Ed. thus,

those brethren so lame and impotent, do ridicul. ously look big and very dull, and strut and

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Dulness with transport eyes the lively dunce, Now (shame to Fortune !) an ill run at play Remembering she herself was Pertness once. Blank'd his bold visage, and & thin third day :

Swearing and supperless the hero sate, (fate. REMARKS.

Blasphem'd his gods, the dice, aod damn'à bis hobble, cheek by jowl, with their arms on kimbo, being led and supported, and bully-back'd by that blind Hector, Impudence." Reflect on the Essay

Say, what revenge on Deonis can be had? on Criticisin, p. 26, 29, 30.

Tuo dull for laughter, for reply too mad; It would be unjust not to add his reasons for

On one so poor you cannot take the law; this Fury, they are so strong and so coercive.

Oo one so old your sword you scorn to draw: “I regard him (saith he) as an enemy, not so Uncag'd then let the harmless monster rage, much to me, as to my king, to my country, to Secure in dulness, madness, want, and age my religion, and to that liberty whirh has been the sole felicity of my life. A vagary of fortune,

For the rest ; Mr. John Dennis was the son of who is sometimes pleased to be frulicksome, and a sadler, in London, born in 1657. He paid. the epidemic inadness of the times, have given court to Mr. Dryden ; and having obtained some kin reputation, and reputation (as Hobbes says) correspondence with Mr. Wychelley and Mr. is power, and that has made him dangerous. Congrere, he iminediately obliged the public with Therefore I look on it as my duty to king (ieorge, their letters. He made himself known to tie whose faithful subject I am; to my country, of Guvernıpent by many admirable scheines and prowhich I have appeared a constant lover; to the jects ; which the ministry, for reasons best known laws, under whose protection I have so long lived; to themselves, constantly kept private. For his add to the liberty of my country, more dear to character, as a writer, it is given us as follows : me than life, of which I have now for furty years “ Mr. Dennis is excellent at pindaric writings, been a constant assertor, &c. I look upon it as perfectly regular in all his performances, and a iny duty, I say, to do---you shall see what to person of sound learning. That he is master of a pull the lion's skin from this little ass, which great deal of penetration and judgment, his popular errour has thrown round him; and to criticisms (particularly on Prince Arthur) do sufshew that this author, who has been lately so ficiently demonstrate." Prom the same account much in vogue, has neither sense in his thoughts it also appears that he writ plays“ more to get nor English in his expressions.” Dennis, Rem. on reputation than money." Dennis of himself. See Hom. Pref. p. 2, 91, &c.

Giles Jacob's Lives of Dram. Poets, p. 68, 69, Besides, these public-spirited reasons, Mr. D. compared with p. 286. had a private one ; which, by his manner of ex- Ver. 109. Bays, form'd by nature, &c.] It is pressing it in p. 92, appears to have been equally hoped the poet here hath done fuil justice to his strong. He was even in bodily fear of his life hero's character, which it were a great mistake to from the machinations of the said Mr. P. “The imagine was wholly sunk in stupidity: he is story” (says he) " is too long to be told, but who allowed to have supported it with a wonderful would be acquainted with it, may hear it from mixture of vivacity. This character is heightened Mr. Curn, my bookseller.--However, what my according to his own desire, in a letter he wrote reason has suggested to me, that I have with a to our author. “ Pert and dull at least you just confidence said, in defiance of his two might have allowed me. What! am I only to clandestine weapons, his slander and his poison.” be dull, and dull still, and again, and for ever?" Which last words of his book plainly discover Mr. He then solemnly appealed to his own conscience, D.'s suspicion was that of being poisoned, in like that "he could not think bimself so, nor bea manner as Mr. Curll had been before him : of lieve that our poet did; but that he spake worse which fact see A full and true account of the of him than he could possibly think; and conhorrid and barbarous revenge, by poison, on the clurled, it must be merely to show his wit, or for body of Edmund Curll, printed in 1716, the year some prosit or lucre to himself” Life of C. C. antecedent to that wherein these remarks of Mr. chap. xii. and Letter to Mr. P. page 15, 40, 53. Dennis were published. But what pats it beyond and to show his claim to what the poet was so all question, is a passage in a very warm treatise, unwilling to allow bim, of being pert as well as in which Mr. D. was also concerned, price two dull, he declares be will have the last word; which pence, called A true cbaracter of Mr. Pope and occasioned the following Epigram : his Writings, printed for S. Popping, 1716; in

Quoth Cibber to Pope,

« Tho' in verse you the tenth page whereof he is said “ to have

foreclose, insulted people on those calamities and diseases

“ I'll have the last word: for, by G, I'll which he bimself gave them, by administering write prose.” poison to them:” and is called (p. 4.) “ a lurk

Poor Colly, thy reasoning is none of the strongest, ing waylaying coward, and a stabber in the dark."

For know, the last word is the word that lasts Which (with many other things most lively set

longest. forth in that piece) must have rendered him a terrour, not to Mr. Dennis only, but to all Christ. Ver. 115. supperless the hero sate,) It isamazian peo le. This charitable warning only pro ing how the sense of this hath been mistaken hy toke our incorrigible poet to write the following all the former comentators, who inost id!ý Epigram:

suppose it to imply that the hero of the poem Should Dennis publish you had stabb’d your Not that we are ignorant that the h ro of Hover's

wanted
a supper.

In truth a great absurdity. brother, Lampoon'd your monarch, or debauch'd

Odyssey is frequently in that circonstance, and

your mother ;

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Then gnaw'd his pen, then dash'd it on the ground, | The rest on outside merit hut presume,
Sinking from thought to thought, a vast profound! Or serve (like other fools to fill a room;
Plung'd for his sense, but found no bottom there, Such with their shelves as due proportion hold,
Yet wrote and founder'd on, in mere despair. 120 Or their fond parents drest in red and gold ;
Round him much embryo, inuch abortion lay,

Or where the pictores for the page atone,
Much future odle, and abdicated play:

And Quarles is sav'd by beauties not his own. 1401 Nonsense precipitate, like running lead,

Here swells the shelf with Ogilby the great ; That slipp'd through crags and zig-zags of the head; There, stamp'd with arms, Newcastle shines comAll that on Folly Frenzy could beget,

Here all his suffering brotherhood retire, [plete: Fruits of dull heat, and sooterkins of wit.

And ’scape the martyrdom of jakes and fire : Next o'er his books his eyes beran to roll,

A Gothic library! of Greece and Rome In pleasing inemory of all he stole,

Well purg'd, and worthy Settle, Banks, and How here he sipp'd, how there he plunder'd

Broome. snug, And suck'd all o'er, like an industrious bug. 130 This Tibbald, or Theobald, published an edi. Here lay poor Fletcher's half-eat scenes, and here tion of Shakespeare, of which he was so proud himThe frippery of crucify'd Moliere:

self as to say, in one of Mist's Journals, June 8, There hapless Shakespeare, yet of Tibhald sore, “ That to expose any errours in it was impractiWish'd he had blotted for himself before.

cable.” And in another, April 27, “ That what

ever care might for the future be taken by any VARIATION.

other editor, he would still give above five hundred Ver. 121. Round him much embryo, &c.) In emendations, that shall escape them all.” the former editions thus :

Ver. 1:34. Wish'd he had blotted) It was a He rolld his eyes that witness'd huge dismay, ridiculous praise which the players gave to ShakeWhere yet unpawn'd much ļearned lumber lay; speare, " that he never blotted a line." Bep Volumes, whose size the space exactly fillid, Jonson honestly wished he had blotted a thou., Or which fond authors were so good to gild. sand; aud Shakespeare would certainly have Or where, hy sculpture made for ever kuown, wished the same, if he had lived to see those The page admires new beautics not its own.

alterations in his works, which, not the actors Here swells the shelf, &c.

only (and especially the daring hero of this poem)

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critics of our days in their editions. of epic poem to represent such hero under a

Ver. 135. The rest on outside merit, &c.) This calainity, to which the greatest not only of critics library is divided into three parts : The first conand poets, but of kings and warriors, have been sists of those authors from whom he stole, and subject. But much more refined, I will venture

whose works he mangled ; the second of such as to say, is the ineaning of our author : it was to

fitted the shelves, or were gilded for show, or give us obliquely a curidus precept, or what Bossu

adorned with pictures: the third class our author calls a disguised sentence, that “Temperance is calls solid learning, old bodies of divinity, old the life of study.” The language of poesy brings commentaries, old English printers, or old Fngall into action; and to represent a critic encom

lish translations: all very voluminous, and fit 10 passed with books but without a supper, is a pic- erect altars to Dulness. iure which lively expresøeth how much the true

Ver. 141. Ogilby the great ;) “John Ogilby critic prefers the diet of the mind to that of the

was one, who from a late initiation into literature, body, one of which he always castigates, and made such a progress as might well style him the often totally neglects, for the greater improveinent prodigy of his time ! sending into the world so of the other.--Scrib). But since the discovery of the true hero of the land Virgil done to the life, and with such excel

many large voluines! His translations of Homer poein, may we not add, that nothing was so

lent sculptures : And what added great grace to natural, after so great a loss of inoney at dice, or

huis works) be printed them all on special good of reputation by his play, as that the poet should

paper, and in a very good letter."--Winstanly, have no great stomach to eat a supper? Besides, Lives of Poets. how well has the poet consulted his heroi. cha

Ver. 149. There, stamp'd with arms, Newcastle racter, in adding that he swore all the time shines complete :) " The dutchess of Newcastle Bentl.

was one who busied herself in the ravishing deVer. 131. poor Fletcher's half-eat scenes,) A lights of poetry; leaving to posterity in print great number of thein taken out to patch up his three ample volunes of his studions endeavours." plays.

Winstanly, ibid. Laugbane reckons up eight Ver. 132. The frippery] “ When I fitted up an folios of her grace's : which were usually adorned old play, it was as a good housenite will meno? I with gilded covers, and has her coat of arms upon old linen, when she has not better employment." thein. Life, p. 217, octavo.

Ver. 133. hapless Shakespeare, &c.] It is vor Ver 145. in the first edit. it was to be doubted but Bays was a subscriber to Tib

A Gothic vatican ! of Greece and Rome bald's Shakespeare.' lle was frequently liberal in

Well purg'd, and worthy W--y, W-s and this way; and, as he tells us, subscribed to

[Bl. Mr. Pope's Homer, out of pure generosity and

And in the following altered to Withers, Quarles, civility ; but when Mr. Pope did so to his Non- and Bloine, on which was the following note. juror, he concluded it could be nothing but a

It was printed in the surreptitious editions, joke."--Letter to Mr. P. p. 24.

Wiy, Was, who were persons eminent

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Rut, high above, more solid learning shone,

De Lyra there a drea:lful front extends, The classics of an age that heard of none ;

And here the groaning shelves Philemon bends. There Caxton slept, with Wynkyn at bis side, Of these twelve volaines, twelve of amplest size, One clasp'd in wood, and one in strong cow- Redeem'd from tapers and defrauded pies, hide;

150 Inspir'd he seizes : These an altar raise : There, sar'd by spice, like mummies, many a year,

An becatomb of pure unsully d lays
Dry bodies of divinity appear :

That altar crowns: A folio coinnon-place (160
Founds the whole pile, of all his works the base :
Quartos, octavos, shape the lessening pyre;

A twisted birth-day ode completes the spire. for good life; the one writ the Life of Christ in Then he: great tamer of all human art ! verse, the other some valuable pieces in the lyric First in my care, and ever at my heart; kind on pious subjects. The line is here restored Dulness ! whose good old cause I yet defend, according to its original.

With whom my Mase began, with whom shall end, “ George Withers was a sreat pretender to F'er since sir Fopling's periwig was praise, poetical zeal against the vices of the times, and To the last honours of the butt and bays: abused the greatest personages in power, which O thiqu! of business the directing soul! brought upon him frequent correction. The Mar- To this our head like biass to the bowl, 170 shalsea and Newgate were no strangers to him." Which, as more ponderous, made its aim more true, Winstanly. Quarles was as dull a writer, but an Obliqnely waddling to the mark in view: honest duil man. Blome's books are remarkable 0! ever gracious to perplex'd mankind, for their cuts.

Still spread a healing inist before the mind

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VARIATIONS, Ver. 146, worthy Settle, Banks and Broome.]

Ver. 182. A twisted, &c.] In the former cdit. The poet has mentioned th-se three authors in

And last, a little Ajax tips the spire. particular, as they are parallel to our hero in his

Var. a little Ajax] in duodecimo, translated three capacities; 1. Settle was his brother lau- from Sophocles by "Tibhald. reate; only indeed upon half-pay, for the city

Vér, 167, 168. Not in the first editions. instead of the court; but equally famous fur Ver. 170. To human heads, &c. unintelligible fightş in his poems on public occa- Ver. 171. Makes their aim, sions, such as shows, birth-days, &c. 2. Banks was his rival in tragedy (though more successful) in one of his tragedies, the Earl of Essex, which

Ver. 153. Nich. de Lyra, or Harpsfield, a very is yet alive: Anna Boleyn, the Queen of Scots,

voluminous commentator, whose works in five and Cyrus the Great, are dead and gone. These he drest in a sort of beggar's velvet, or a happy

vast folios, were přinted in 1472.

Ver, 154, Philemon Holland, doctor in physic. mixture of the thick fustjan and thin prosaic;

He translated so many books, that a man would exactly imitated in Perolla and Isidora, Crsar in

think he had done nothing else; insomuch that Ægypt, and the Heroic Daughter. 3. Broome

he might be called translator general of his age. was a serving-man of Ben Jonson, who once

The books alone of his turning into English are picked up a comedy from his betters, or from

sufficient to make a country gentleman a cumsome cast scenes of his inaster, not entirely con

pleat library.”—Winstanly. temptible. Ver. 147. more solid learning] Some have ob.

Ver. 167. E'er since sir Fopling's periwig] The jected, that books of this sort suịt not so well the

first yisible cause of the passion of the town for library of our Bays, whịch they imagined con

our hero, was a fair Haxen full-bottom'd periwig, sisted of novels, plays, and obscene. books; but which, he tells us, he wore in his first play of the

Fool in Fashion, It attracted, in a particnlar they are to consider, that he furnished his shelves only for ornament, and read these books

manner, the friendship of Col. Brett, who wanted

to purchase it. “ Whatever contempt" (says he) no more than the dry bodies of divinity, which, no doubt, were purchased by his father when he friend, who was not to despise the world but live

“philosophers may hare for a fine periwig, my designed him for the gown.

Sec the note on

in it, knew very well that so material an article ver. 200. Ver. 149. Caxton] A printer in the time of became hii, could never fail of drawing to hiin

of dress upon the head of a man of sense, if it Edw. IV. Rich. III. and Hen, VII. ; Wyukyn de Word, his successor, that of Hen. VII. and

a more partial regard and benevolence, than could VIII. The former translated into prose Virgil's possibly he hoped for in an ill-made one. This, Æneis, as a history; of which he speaks, in his perhaps, may soften the grave censure, which so proeme, in a very singular manner, as of a book youthful a purchase might otherwise bave laid hardly known. Tibba!d quotes a rare passage

upon him. In a word, he made his attack upon from him in Mist's Journal of March 16, 1728,

this periwig, as your young fellows generally do concerning a straunge and marvayllouse beaste upon a lady of pleasure, first by a few familiar called Sagittarye, which he would have Shake praises of her person, and then a civil inquiry

into the price of it; and we finished our bargain speare to mean rather than Teucer, the archer celebrated by Homer.

that night over a bottle.” See Life, octavo, p. 303. This remarkable periwig usually made

its entrance upon the stage in a sedan, brought in VARIATION.

by two chairmen, with infinite approbation of the Ver. 152. Old bodies of philosophy appear.

audience.

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