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The Goddess then, o'er his anointed liead, With mystic words, the facred Opium Ihed. And lo! her bird (a monster of a fowl, . Something betwixt a Heideggre and owl) - 290 Perch'd on his crown. " All hail! and hail again, My son! the promis'd land expects thy reign. Know, Eusden thirsts no more for fack or praise; He sleeps among the dull of ancient days;


REMARKS. Lock, than in Ozell's Rape of the Bucket (la Secchia rapita). And Mr. Toland and Mr. Gildon publickly declared Ozell's translation of Homer to be, as it was prior, fo 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 Bilbops, Mr. Toland, and Mr. Gildon. W.

Ibid. A Cibber, Tibbald, or Ozell.] A triumvirate surely not of authors on a fevel. The first far superior to the other two. What did they produce, in any respect, equal to the Careless Husband, and the History of the Stage !

Ver. 287. The Goddess then,] There was a poem published, 1712, entitled Bibliotheca, by Mr. Thomas Newcomb, a friend of Dr. Young, and reprinted in the fifth volume of Nicols's Collection, page 19, in which the Goddess Oblivion is introduced, speaking and acting, so very like the Goddess Dulness, and which throughout bears so close and striking a resemblance to the Dunciad, that it is impossible Pope should not have seen and copied it, though with exquisite improvements. The expression, o'er his anointed head, is from Mac Fleckno,

“ That for anointed Dulness he was made.” As also is the preceding line, 262;

“ His brows thick fogs, instead of glories, grace.” · Ver. 290. a Heideggre] A strange bird from Switzerland, 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 Eleganțiarum.


peaking and age 19, in printed in ;

Safe, where no Critics damn, no duns molest, 295
Where wretched Withers, Ward, and Gildon rest,
And high-born Howard, more majestic fire,
With Fool of Quality completes the quire.


VER: 293. Know, Eusden, &c.] In the former Edd.
“ Know, Settle, cloy'd with custard and with praise,

Is gather'd to the dull of ancient days,
Safe where no critics damn, no duns molest,
Where Gildon, Banks, and high-born Howard rest.
I see a King! who leads my chofen sons
To lands that flow with clenches and with puns :
Till each fam’d theatre my empire own;
Till Albion, as Hibernia, bless my throne !
I see! I see !— Then rapt she spoke no more,
God save king Tibbald ! Grubstreet alleys roar.
So when Jove's block, &c.


REMARKS. Ver. 296. Withers,] See on ver. 146.

Ibid. Gildon] Charles Gildon, a writer of criticisms and libels of the last age, bred at St. Omer's with the Jesuits; but renouncing popery, he published Blount's books against the Divinity of Christ, the Oracles of Reason, &c. He signalized 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 Complete Art of English Poetry, in two volumes; and others. W.

Ibid. Withers, Ward,] It must be confessed, that in this quarrel with mean and contemptible writers, Pope was the aggressor ; for it cannot be believed that the initial Letters in the Bathos, were placed at random and without design.

Ver. 297. 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.

Thou, Cibber !thou, his Laurel shalt support,
Folly, my son, has still a Friend at Court. 300
Lift up your Gates, ye Princes, see him come!
Sound, found ye Viols, be the Cat-call dumb!
Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken Vine;
The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join.
And thou! his Aid de camp, lead on my sons, 305
Light-arm’d with Points, Antitheses, and Puns.
Let Bawdry, Billingsgate, my daughters dear,
Support his front, and Oaths bring up the rear :
And under his, and under Archer's wing,
Gaming and Grub-street skulk behind the King. 310

O! when


VER. 301. Lift up your Gates,] I know not what can excuse this very profane allusion to a sublime passage in the Psalms; which was added to the last edition of the Dunciad in four books; and this too under the auspices and direction of Dr. Warburton. So again in Book iii. ver. 126. And also again Book iv. ver. 562.

“ Dove-like she gathers to her wings again.” And in the Arguments, he talks of giving a Pisgah-light of the future fulness of her Glory; and even of sending Priests, and Comforters."

VER. 309, 310. under Archers wing,---Gaming, &c.] When the Statute against Gaming was drawn up, it was represented, that the King, by ancient custom, plays at Hazard one night in the year; and therefore a clause was inserted, with an exception as to that particular. Under this pretence, the Groom-porter had a Room appropriated to Gaming all the summer the Court was at Kensington, which his Majesty accidentally being acquainted of, with a juft indignation prohibited. It is reported the same practice is yet continued wherever the Court resides, and the Hazard Table there open to all the professed Gamesters in Town. os Greatest and justest Sov’reign; know you this?

Alas! no more, than Thames' calm head can know ? Whose meads his arms drown, or whose corn o’erflow.”

Donne to Queen Eliz. W. This practice has been laid aside for many years.

O! when shall rise a Monarch all our own, And I, a Nursing mother, rock the throne ; 'Twixt Prince and People close the curtain draw, Shade him from Light, and cover him from Law; Fatten the Courtier, starve the learned band, 215 And suckle Armies, and dry-nurse the land : Till Senates nod to Lullabies divine, And all be sleep, as at an Ode of thine."

She ceas’d. Then swells the Chapel-royal throat: God save king Cibber! mounts in ev'ry note. 320 Familiar White's, God save king Colley! cries; God save king Colley! Drury-lane replies: To Needham's quick the voice triumphal rode, But pious Needham dropt the name of God; Back to the Devil the last echoes roll,

325 And Coll! each Butcher roars at Hockley-hole.

So REMARKS. Ver. 319. Chapel-royal] The Voices and Instruments used in the service of the Chapel-royal being also employed in the performance of the Birth-day and New-year Odes. W.

Ver. 324. But pious Needham] A Matron of great Fame, and very religious in her way; whose constant prayer it was, that she might “ get enough by her profession to leave it off in time, and make her peace with God.” But her fate was not so happy; for being convicted, and set in the pillory, she was (to the lasting shame of all her great Friends and Votaries) so ill used by the populace, that it put an end to her days.



VER. 304. The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join.]

- -« Quorum Imagines lambunt Hederae fequaces.”

Pers. Ver. 311. O! when shall rise a Monarch, &c.] Boileau, Lutrin, Chant. II.

“ Helas ! qu'est devenu cet tems, cet heureux tems,

Où les Rois s'honoroient du nom de Faineans;" &c. .W.

So when Jove's block descended from on high, (As fings thy great forefather Ogilby) Loud thunder to its bottom shook the bog 329 And the hoarse nation croak’d, God fave King Log!

REMARKS. Ver. 325. Back to the Devil] The Devil Tavern in Fleet-street, where these Odes are usually rehearsed before they are performed at Court. Upon which a Wit of those times made this Epigram, " When Laureates make Odes, Do you ask of what fort?

Do you ask if they're good, or are evil ?
Yon may judge-From the Devil they come to the Court,
And go from the Court to the Devil.”

W. The Epigram inserted on this Tavern, is one of the coldest and dullelt that can be read. And it is not clear why the Butchers roared out the name of Colley.

Ver. 328.-Ogilby)God save King Log !] See Ogilby's Efop's Fables, where, in the story of the Frogs and their King, this excellent hemiftic 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 shews how candid and patient a reader he must have been.

But how much all indulgence is loft 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 Pope vouchsaf’d a ray,
Alas! depriv'd of his kind smile,

How soon ye fade away!
“ 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."



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