(though Pope denied the application) was universally thought, and still is, to have been intended for that of James Brydges, First Duke of Chandos, whose princely buildings at Canons, and equally princely style of living, with his chapel, his choir, and Handel for his composer,-rendered the satire applicable to him alone. The prophecy at the conclusion was singularly borne out by the event; and the pedestrian who now visits Edgeware seldom suspects that he is on ground so famous. People in the neighborhood are still said to talk of the "Grand Duke." His locks and hinges were of silver and gold. CHARACTER OF NARCISSA. Narcissa's nature, tolerably mild, To make a wash would hardly stew a child;" Now drinking citron with his Grace and Chartres; And atheism and religion take their turns; A very Heathen in the carnal part, Yet still a sad good Christian at her heart. 17 Narcissa's nature, tolerably mild, To make a wash would hardly stew a child. This is very ludicrous and outrageous. Can this Narcissa have been intended for Mrs. Oldfield the actress, who is understood, with great probability, to have been the Narcissa spoken of in a passage extracted further on? If so, she does not appear to have deserved the character,—at least not the worst part of it. The widow, whom she is described as making happy "for a whim," bore the most affectionate testimony to her generous qualities; and she gave a pension to Savage. See her "Life," by Maynwaring; which, though a catchpenny publication, easily shows what we are to believe in it, and what not. CHARACTER OF CHLOE. "Yet Chloe, sure, was form'd without a spot.”— As never yet to love or to be lov'd. She, while her lover pants upon her breast, She e'er should cancel-but she may forget. Then never break your heart when Chloe dies. 18 18 Yet Chloe, sure, was formed without a spot.―Chloe is thought to have been Lady Suffolk, the supposed mistress of George the Second. She had offended Pope by not doing something for Swift, which, according to the Dean and his friends, she had led him to believe she would. But Swift was full of fancies; and Lady Suffolk, by consent of all that were in habits of intimacy with her, was a most amiable as well as even-tempered woman. THE RULING PASSION. In this one passion man can strength enjoy, Old politicians chew on wisdom past, A salmon's belly, Helluo, was thy fate; The courtier smooth, who forty years had shin'd Just brought out this, when scarce his tongue could stir : "I give and I devise" (old Euclio said, And sigh'd)" my lands and tenements to Ned." 66 My money, sir! what, all? Why, if I must―(then wept)—I give it Paul." "The manor, sir?" "The manor! hold!" he cried; 19 And, Betty, give this cheek a little red.-The "little red is a poetical addition; but it really appears, from the "Life" above mentioned, that Mrs. Oldfield was handsomely dressed in her coffin, by her own direction. The charmer of the stage could not bear to fancy herself in mortal attire. SWIFT. BORN, 1667-DIED, 1745. FOR the qualities of sheer wit and humor, Swift had no superior, ancient or modern. He had not the poetry of Aristophanes, or the animal spirits of Rabelais; he was not so incessantly witty as Butler; nor did he possess the delicacy of Addison, or the good nature of Steele or Fielding, or the pathos and depth of Sterne; but his wit was perfect, as such; a sheer meeting of the extremes of difference and likeness; and his knowledge of character was unbounded. He knew the humor of great and small, from the king down to the cook-maid. Unfortunately, he was not a healthy man; his entrance into the church put him into a false position; mysterious circumstances in his personal history conspired with worldly disappointment to aggravate it; and that hypochondriacal insight into things, which might have taught him a doubt of his conclusions and the wisdom of patience, ended in making him the victim of a diseased blood and angry passions. Probably there was something morbid even in his excessive coarseness. of his contemporaries were coarse, but not so outrageously as he. When Swift, however, was at his best, who was so lively, so entertaining, so original? He has been said to be indebted to this and that classic, and this and that Frenchman ;-to Lucian, to Rabelais, and to Cyrano de Bergerac; but though he was acquainted with all these writers, their thoughts had been evidently thought by himself; their quaint fancies of things had passed through his own mind; and they ended in results quite masterly, and his own. A great fanciful wit like his wanted no helps to Most |