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(Such was her wont, at early dawn to drop 71
Her evening cates before his neighbour's shop)
Here fortup'd Curll to slide; loud shout the band,
And Bernard ! Bernard ! rings thro' all the Strand.
Obscene with filth the miscreant lies bewray'd,
Fall'n in the plash his wickedness had laid:
Then first (if poets aught of truth declare)
The caitiff vaticide conceiv'd a prayer:

Hear, Jove! whose name my bards and I adore.
As much at least as any gods, or more ;
And him and his if more devotion warms,
Down with the Bible, up with the pope's arms.

A place there is, betwixt earth, air, and seas,
Where, from ambrosia, Jove retires for ease.
There in his seat two spacious vents appear,
On this he sits, to that he leans his ear,
And hears the various vows of fond mankind:
Some beg an eastern, some a western wind:
All vain petitions, mounting to the sky,
With reams abundant this abode supply;
Amus'd he reads, and then returns the bills
Sign'd with that ichor which from gods distills.

In office here fair Cloacina stands,
And ministers to Jove with purest hands.
Forth from the heap she pick'd her votry's pray's,
Ånd plac'd it next him, a distinction rare !

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REMARKS. them in 12mo, 1727. He discovered her to be the publisher, in his Key, p. 11. We only take this opportunity of mentioning the manner in which those letters got abroad, which the author was ashamed of as very trivial things, full not only of levities, but of wrong judgements of men and books, and only excusable from the youth and inexperience of the writer.

Ver. 82. Down with the Bible, up with the pope's arms.] The Bible, Curll's sign; the cross keys, Lintot's.


Oft had the goddess heard her servant's call,
From her black grottos near the Temple-wall,
Listening delighted to the jest unclean
Of link-boys vile, and watermen obscene;
Where, as he fish'd her nether realms for wit,
She oft had favour'd him, and favours yet.
Renew'd by ordure's sympathetie force,
As oil'd with magic juices for the course,
Vigorous he rises ; from the effluvia strong,
Imbibes new life, and scours and stinks along;
Re-passes Lintot, vindicates the race,
Nor heeds the brown dishonours of his face.

And now the victor stretch'd his eager hand
Where the tall nothing stood, or seem'd to stand;
A shapeless shade, it melted from his sight, 111
Like forms in clouds, or visions of the night.
To seize his papers, Curll; was next thy care;
His papers light, Ay diverse, tost in air;
Songs, sonnets, epigrams, the winds uplift,
And wbisk them back to Evans, Young, and Swift.
Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd bis prey,
That suit an unpaid tailor snatch'd away.

REMARKS. Ver. 101. Where, as he fish’d, &c.] See the preface to Swift's and Pope's Miscellanies.

Ver. 116. Evans, Young, and Swift.) Some of those persons, whose writings, epigrams, or jests he had owned. See note on ver. 50.

Ver. 118. an unpaid tailor] This line has been loudly complained of in Mist, June 8. Dedic. to Sawney, and others, as a most inhuman satire on the poverty of poets: but it is thought our author will be acquitted by a jury of tailors. To me this instance seems unluckily chosen ; if it be a satire on any body, it must be on a bad pay-master, since the person to whom they have here applied it, was a man of fortune. Not but poets may well be jealous of so great a prerogative as non-payment;

No rag, no scrap, of all the beau, or wit,
That once so flutter'd, and that once so writ. 190

Heaven rings with laughter: of the laughter vain,
Dulness, good queen, repeats the jest again.
Three wicked imps, of her own Grub-street choir,
She deck'd like Congreve, Addison, and Prior;
Mears, Warner, Wilkins run: delusive thought!
Breval, Bond, Besaleel, the varlets caught.

REMARKS. which Mr. Dennis so far asserts, as boldly to pronounce, that if Homer himself was not in debt, it was because nobody would trust him. Pref. to Rem. on the Rape of the Lock, p. 15.

Ver. 124. like Congrere, Addison, and Prior:] These authors being such whose names will reach posterity, we shall not give any account of them, but proceed to those of whom it is necessary.---Besa leel Morris was author of some satires on the trans lators of Homer, with many other things printed in news-papers. Bond writ a satire against Mr. PCapt. Breval was author of The Confederates, an ingenious dramatic performance to expose Mr. P. Mr. Gay, Dr. Arbuthnot, and some ladies of quality,' says Curll, Key, p. 11.

Ver. 125. Mears, Warner, Wilkins) Booksellers and printers of much anonymous stuff

Ver. 126. Breval, Bond, Besaleel,] I foresee it will be objected from this line, that we were in an error in our assertion on ver. 50 of this book, that More was a fictitious name, since those persons are equally represented by the poel as phantoms. So at first sight it may be seen; but be not deceived, reader; these also are not real persons. 'Tis true, Curll declares Breval a captain, author of a piece called The Confederates; but Curll first said it was written by Joseph Gay. Is his second assertion to be credited any more than his first? He likewise affirms Bond to be one who writ a satire on our

Curll stretches after Gay, but Gay is gone,
He grasps an empty Joseph for a John:
So Proteus, hunted in a nobler shape,
Became, when seiz'd, a puppy, or an ape. 130

To him the goddess: 'Son! thy grief lay down
And turn this whole illusion on the town:
As the sage dame, experienc'd in her trade,
By names of toasts retails each batter'd jade
(When hapless Monsieur much complains at Paris
Of wrongs from duchesses and lady Maries);
Be thine, my stationer! this magic gift;
Cook shall be Prior; and Concanen, Swift :


poet: but where is such a satire to be found? where was such a writer ever heard of? As for Besaleel, it carries forgery in the very name; nor is it, as the others are, a surname. Thou mayst depend upon it, no such authors ever liv'd; all phantoms.

SCRIBL. Ver. 128. Joseph Gay, a fictitious name put by Curll before several pamphlets, which made them pass with many for Mr. Gay's. The ambiguity of the word Joseph, which likewise signifies a loose uppercoat, gives much pleasantry to the idea.

Ver. 132. And turn this whole illusion on the town :) It was a common practice of this bookseller to publish vile pieces of obscure hands under the names of eminent authors.

Ver. 138. Cook shall be Prior ] The man bere specified writ a thing called The Battle of the Poets, in which Philips and Welsted were the heroes, and Swift and Pope utterly routed. He also published some malevolent things in the British, London, and Daily Jouroals; and at the same time wrote letters to Mr. Pope, protesting his innocence. His chief work was a translation of Hesiod, to which Theobald writ notes and half notes, which he carefully owned.

So shall each hostile name become our own,
And we too boast our Garth and Addison.


REMARKS. Ver. 138. and Concanen, Swift:) In the first edition of this poem there were only asterisks in this place, but the names were since inserted, merely to fill up the verse, and give ease to the ear of the reader.

Ver. 140. And we too boast our Garth and Addison.] Nothing is more remarkable than our author's love of praising good writers. He has in this very poem celebrated Mr. Locke, sir Isaac Newton, Dr. Barrow, Dr. Atterbury, Mr. Dryden, Mr. Congreve, Dr. Garth, Mr. Addison ; in a word, almost every man of his time that deserved it; even Cibber him. self (presuming him to be the author of the Careless Husband). It was very difficult to have that pleasure in a poem on this subject, yet he has found means to insert their panegyric, and has made even Dulness out of her own mouth pronounce it. It must have been particularly agreeable to him to co lebrate Dr. Garth; both as his constant friend, and as he was his predecessor in this kind of satire. The Dispensary attacked the whole body of apothecaries, a much more useful one undoubtedly than that of the bad poets; if in truth this can be a body, of which no two members ever agreed. It also did, what Mr. Theobald says is unpardonable, drav in parts of private character, and introduced persons independent of his subject. Much more would Boileau have incurred his censure, who left all subjects whatever, on all occasions, to fall upon the bad poets (which, it is to be feared, would have been more immediately his concern). But certainly next to commending good writers, the greatest service to learning is to expose the bad, who can only that way be made of any use to it. This truth is very well set forth in these lines addressed to our author:

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