universe. To give, therefore, to the sprite of the Rape of the Lock the name of the spirit in the Tempest was a bold christening. Prospero's Ariel could have puffed him out like a taper. Or he would have snuffed him up as an essence by way of jest, and found him flat. But, tested by less potent senses, the sylph species is an exquisite creation. He is an abstract of the spirit of fine life; a suggester of fashions; an inspirer of airs; would be cut to pieces rather than see his will contradicted; takes his station with dignity on a picture-card; and is so nice an adjuster of claims, that he ranks hearts with necklaces. He trembles for a petticoat at the approach of a cup of chocolate. The punishments inflicted on him when disobedient have a like fitness. He is to be kept hovering over the fumes of the chocolate; to be transfixed with pins; clogged with pomatums, and wedged in the eyes of bodkins. Only (with submission) these punishments should have been made to endure for seasons, not " agcs." A season is an age for a sylph. Does not a fine lady, when she dislikes it, call it "an eternity?" 3 With singing, laughing, ogling, and all that.—Imagine a common-place poet (if some friend had written the rest of this couplet) trying to find a good pointed rhyme for the word "chat." How certain he would have been not to think of this familiar phrase, precisely because he was in the habit of using it in daily parlance-how certain, out of an instinct of dulness, to avoid his own conventional language, on the only occasion which could render it original. * She dearly pays for Nisus' injur'd hair.-Nisus, the father of Scylla, and king of Megaris, had a lock in his hair, on the preservation of which depended the fate of his capital. Minos besieged the capital. Scylla fell in love with the besieger, cut off the lock, and was changed into a bird by the gods. See the story in Ovid, at the beginning of Book the Eighth. 5 An earthly lover lurking at her head. He had warned her against it in a dream. As long as " Atalantis" shall be read.-A book of fashionable scandal written by Mrs. Manly. Marmontel, in his translation of the Rape of the Lock (generally a very close and correct one), has confounded it with the Atlantis of Bacon; concluding, per haps, according to the opinion then prevailing in Paris, that "philosophy" was a fashionable study with the belles of London. TROUBLES FROM BAD AUTHORS. (From the Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot.) Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigued I said: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land. What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? Is there a parson, much bemus'd in beer, A clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Is there, who, lock'd from ink and paper, scrawls With desperate charcoal round his darken'd walls? Arthur, whose giddy son neglects the laws, Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause: Friend to my life! (which did you not prolong, I sit with sad civility! I read With honest anguish, and an aching head; This saving counsel, "Keep your piece nine years." Bless me! a packet.-"'T is a stranger sues, A virgin tragedy, an orphan muse." If I dislike it, "furies, death, and rage! If I approve," Commend it to the stage." There (thank my stars), my whole commission ends, Fir'd that the house reject him, "'Sdeath! I'll print it, Lintot, dull rogue! will think your price too much :" "Not, sir, if you revise it, and retouch." All my demurs but double his attacks: At last he whispers, "Do; and we go snacks." Glad of a quarrel, straight I clap the door; "Sir, let me see your works, and you no more." 7 Then from the Mint walks forth the man of rhyme, The precincts of the Mint, in those days, included a jail for debtors. It was shabby of the poor devils of authors to take advantage of the poet's dinner-hour; but was it quite magnanimous in the poet to say so? If his father had not left him an independence, he might have found even himself hard pushed sometimes for a meal. Pope was a little too fond of taking his pecuniary advantages for merits. He did not see (so blind respecting themselves are the acutest satirists) that this inability to forego a false ground of superiority originated in an instinct of weakness. 8 Curll invites to dine.-Curll was the chief scandalous bookseller of that time. CHARACTERS AND RULING PASSIONS. CHARACTER OF THE DUKE OF WHARTON. Manners with fortunes, humors turn with climes, Search then the Ruling Passion: there, alone, Then turns repentant, and his God adores, With the same spirit that he drinks and whores :9 And now the punk applaud, and now the friar. He dies, sad outcast of each church and state, 9 Then turns repentant, and his God adores, With the same spirit that he drinks and whores. The reader must bear in mind that all which is considered coarse language now, was not so considered in Pope's time; and that words, which cannot any longer be read out loud in mixed company, may still have the benefit of that recollection, and be silently endured. 10 Ask you why Wharton broke through every rule ? 'Twas all for fear that knaves should call him fool. Perhaps, if it were required to select from all Pope's writings the passage most calculated to have a practical effect on readers in want of it, it would be this couplet. The address of it is exquisite. The obvious conclusion is, that it is better to be thought a fool by a knave than by a man of genius. CHARACTER OF ADDISON. A man's true merit is not hard to find; It is not poetry, but prose run mad; And own'd that nine such poets made a Tate. How did they fume, and stamp, and roar, and chafe, Aud swear not Addison himself was safe. Peace to all such! But were there one whose fires |