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No Pow'r the Muse's Friendship can command;
No Pow'r when Virtue claims it, can withstand:
To Cato, Virgil pay'd one honest line ;
O let my Country's Friends illumine mine!
What are you thinking? F. Faith the thought's no

I think your Friends are out, and would be in.

P. If merely to come in, Sir, they go out,
The way they take is strangely round about : 125

F. They too may be corrupted, you'll allow ?
P. I only call those Knaves who are so now.

Is that too little ? Come then, I'll comply-
Spirit of Arnall! aid me while I lie.



sanity, during which no person was permitted to approach him but a few confidents, and especially Bois-Robert. He gave, says Segrais, p. 170. one hundred and twenty thousand crowns a year in pensions to men of learning and science. The history of his founding the French Academy is well known; which is frequently said to have polished and fixed the French language. But Malherbe, their first correct writer, died before the inftitution of this Academy.

WÁRTON. Ver. 116. Louis scarce could gain, ] By this expression finely infinuating, that the great Boileau always falls below himself in those pallages where he flatters his Master. Of which he gives us an instance in Ver. 231. where the topic of adulation is ex. ceeding childish and extravagant.

WARBURTON. “ The relentless despotism of Louis,” says a certain eloquent writer, “ was proudly arrayed in manners, gallantry, splendor, magnificence, and even covered over with the imposing robes of science and literature.” But the despotism was notwithstanding relentless.

WARTON. Ver. 121. O let my Country's Friends illumine mine! Warburton calls this a pretty expreffion, alluding to the ald pra&ice: of illuminating MSS. with gold and vermilion !!!

Ver. 128. Come then, I'll comply] Here is a most happy imitation of Perfius, and of Boileau ;

- Per 130

COBHAM's a Coward, POLWARTH is a Slave,
And LYTTELTON a dark designing Knave,
St. John has ever been a wealthy Fool-
But let me add, Sir Robert's mighty dull,



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-Per me equidem sunt omnia protinus alba,
Nil moror; euge omnes, omnes, bene miræ eritis res:
Hoc juvat?

Persius, Sat. 1. V. 110. And thus Boileau, Sat. ix. V. 287.

Puisque vous le voulez, je vais changer de stile,
Je le declare donc, Quinault est un Virgile.
Pradon comme un soleil en nos ans a paru
Pelletier ecrit mieux qu' Ablancourt ni Patru.
Cotin a ses sermons trainant toute la terre,

Fend les flots d’auditeurs pour aller à sa chaire. But Pope has plainly the superiority by the artful and ironical compliments paid to his friends.

WARTON. VER. 129 Spirit of Arnall!) Look for him in his place, Dunc. B. ii. Ver. 315.

POPE. Ver. 129. Spirit of Arnall ! ) Arnall was one of the writers for Şir Robert Walpole, and got by his writing, &c a very large {um, an account of which may be seen in the notes to the Dunciad. Some of his letters now before me, for the fight of which I am indebted to Mr. Coxe, shew him to have been a shrewd and fenfible man. What is curious in one, he talks very highly of his honour and veracity. He was vain-glorious and important in his own ideas; as Pope, with much less reason : what he got, he spent as fast as it came, and many of his letters to Sir Robert show great poverty and ditress. They are full of earnest petitions for preferment, money, &c. He had a silver Ink-stand, which he was proud of displaying, and boasted it was a present from his FRIEND WALPOLE! His distress at last, brought on by his own imprudence, induced him, it is supposed, to commit suicide.

Communicated by Mr. Coxe. VER. 130. POLWARTH] The Hon. Hugh Hume, Son of Alex ander Earl of Marchmont, Grandson of Patric Earl of Marchmout, and distinguished, like them, in the cause of Liberty. Pope,

Has never made a Friend in private life,
And was, besides, a Tyrant to his Wife.

135 But

pray, when others praise him, do I blame? Call Verres, Wolsey, any odious name? Why rail they then, if but a Wreath of mine, Oh All-accomplish'd St. John! deck thy shrine ?

What? shall each spurgalld Hackney of the day, When Paxton gives him double Pots and Pay, 141 Or each new-pension’d Sycophant, pretend To break my Windows if I treat a Friend; Then wisely plead, to me they meant no hurt, But 'twas my Guest at whom they threw the dirt ? Sure, if I spare the Minister, no rules

146 Of Honour bind me, not to maul his Tools; Sure, if they cannot cut, it may be faid His Saws are toothless, and his Hatchet's Lead.

It anger'd Turenne, once upon a day, 150 To fee a Footman kick'd that took his pay : But when he heard th' Affront the Fellow gave, Knew one a Man of Honour, one a Knave; The prudent Gen’ral turri'd it to a jest, And begg'd, he'd take the pains to kick the rest: 155



Ver. 143. To break

ту Windows] Which was done when Lord Bolingbroke and Lord Bathurst were one day dining with him at Twickenham. All the great persons celebrated in these Satires were in violent opposition to government. It is rather singular that he has not mentioned Mr. Pitt, one of the most able and most formidable ; especially with his friends Lyttelton, Cobham, and Pulteney.


Which not at present having time to do
F. Hold Sir! for God's fake, where's th' Affront to


Against your worship when had S-k* writ?
Or P-get pour'd forth the Torrent of his Wit?

the Bard whose distich all commend 160 [ In Pow'r a Servant, out of Pow'r a Friend] To W-le f guilty of some venial sin; What's that to you who ne'er was out nor in ?

The Priest whose Flattery be-dropt the Crown, How hurt he you? he only stain’d the Gown.



R. W.

Ver. 159. Or P-ge] Judge Page, who is said to have treated delinquents too roughly.

Warron. Ver. 160, the Bard] A verse taken out of a poem to Sir

Pope. VER. 161. In Pow'r] Lord Melcombe was the Author of this line, in an Epistle to Sir Robert Walpole.

WARTON. Mr. Wyndham, to whom I am so much indebted, informs me, that Lord Melcombe took the very fame Epistle he had written to Sir Robert, and some years afterwards, when circumstances were changed, addressed it to Lord Bute.

Ver. 164. The Prie?, &c.] Spoken not of any particular priest, but of many prielts.

POPE. Meaning Dr. Alured Clarke, who wrote a Panegyricon Queen Caroline. The two following unpublished lines of our Author, have been communicated to me by a learned friend, on a picture of this Queen, drawn by Lady Burlington :

Peace ! Aattering Bishop, lying Dean!

This Portrait only saints the Queen! A comet happening to appear when Cardinal Mazarine lay on his death-bed, some of his many abject flatterers infinuated, that it


* Sherlock,

+ Page.

# Walpole.


And how did, pray, the florid Youth offend,

166 Whose Speech you took, and gave it to a Friend?

P. Faith, it imports not much from whom it came; Whoever borrow'd, could not be to blame, Since the whole House did afterwards the fame. 170 Let Courtly Wits to Wits afford supply, As Hog to Hog in huts of Westphaly ; If one through Nature's Bounty or his Lord's, Has what the frugal dirty soil affords, From him the next receives it, thick or thin, 175 As pure a mess almost as it came in; The blessed benefit, not there confin'd, Drops to the third, who nuzzles clofe behind; From tail to mouth, they feed and they carouse : The last full fairly gives it to the House. 180

F. This


had reference to him, and his destiny. The Cardinal pleasantly answered, “ Gentlemen, the comet does me too much honour." Tenisun preached a very fulsome funeral Eulogium of Nell Gwyn.

WARTON. VER. 166. And how did, &c.] This seems to allude to a complaint made Ver. 71. of the preceding Dialogue.

Pope. Ver. 166. florid Youth] Lord Hervey, alluding to his painting himself.

Ver. 172. As Hog to Hog] “Our modern Authors write plays as they feed hogz in Westphaly, where but one eats pease or acorns, and all the rest feed upon his, and one another's excrements.Thoughts on Various Subjects, vol.'ii. p. 497. Though those remarks were not published in the life time of Pope, yet the Author of them, Mr. Thyer, informs us, that Mr. Longueville, in whose cuftody they were, communicated them to Atterbury, from whom Pope might hear of them. It is impossible any two writers could casually hit upon an image fo very peculiar and uncommon.


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