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Hung silent down his never blushing head,
Thus the soft gifts of sleep conclude the day,
425 And to mere mortals seem'd a priest in drink : While others, timely, to the neighbouring Fleet (Haunt of the Muses) made their safe retreat?
ARGUMENT. After the other persons are disposed in their proper places of rest, the goddess
transports the King to her Temple, and there lays him to slumber with his head on her lap ;* a position of marvellous virtue, which causes all the visions of wild enthusiasts, projectors, politicians, inainoratoes, castle-builders, chemists, and poets. He is immediately carried on the wings of Faney, and led by a mad poetical Sibyl to the Elysian slade; where, on the banks of Lethe, the souls of the dull are dipped by Barius, before their entrance into this world. There he is met by the ghost of Settle, and by himn made acquainted with the wonders of the place, and with those which he himself is destined to perforan. He takes him to a mount of vision, from whence he sliews him the past triumphs of the Empire of Dulness, then the present, and lastly the future: how small a part of the world was ever conquered by Science; how soon those conquests were stopped, and those yery nations again reduced to her dominion. Tien distinguishing the island of Great Britain, shews by what aids, by what persons, and by what degrees, it shall be brought to her empire. Some of the persons he causes to pass in review before his eyes, describing each by his proper figure, character, and qualifications. On a sudden the scene shitts, and a vast number of miracles and prodigies appear, utterly surprising and unknown to the king himself, till they are explained to be the wonders of his own reign now comiencirg. On this subject Settle breaks into a congratulation, yet not unmixed with concern, that his own times were but the types of these. He prophecies how first the nation shall be over-run with farces, operas, and shows; how the throne of Dulness shall be danced over the theatres, and set up even at Coart: then how her sons skall preside in the seats of arts and sciences; giving a glimpse, or Pisgah sight, of the future fulness or her glory, the accomplishment whereof is the subject of the fourth and last book Burin her temple's last recess inclos'd, On Dalness' lap th' anointed head repos’d. Him close she curtains round with vapours blue, And soft besprinkles with Ciminerian dew: Then raptures high the seat of sense o'erflow, 5 Which only heads refin'd from reason kuow. Hence from the straw where Bedlam's prophet nods, He hears loud oracles, and talks with gods:
Hence the fool's paradise, the statesman's scheme,
And now, on Fancy's easy wing convey'd,
16 In lofty madness meditating song; Her tresses staring trom poetic dreams, And never wa-h'd but in Castalia's streams. Taylor, their better Charon, lends an oar, (Once swan of Thames, though now he sings no more) Benlowes, propitious still to blockheads, bows; 21 And Shadwell nods, the poppy on his brows. Here in a dusky vale where Lethe rolls, Old Bavius sits to dip poetic souls, And blunt the sense, and fit it for a skull
25 Of solid proof, impenetrably dull: Instant, when dipt, away they wing their fright, Where Brown and Mears unbar the gates of light, Demand new bodies, and in calt's array Rush to the world, impatient for the day. 30
REMARKS. v. 19. Taylor.] John Taylor, the Water-poet, an honest man, who owns he learned not so much as the accidence; a rare example of modesty in a poet! He wrote fourscore books in the reign of James I. anu Charles I. and afterwards (like Edward Ward) kept an ale. house in Long-acre. He died in 1654.
W. v.21. Benlowes.) A country-gentleman, famous for his own bad poetry, and for patronizing bad poets, as may be seen from many dedications of Quarles and others to him. Some of these anagram'd his nane Bentowes into Benevolus; to verify which he spent his whole estate upon them.
W. v. 22. And Shadwell nods, the poppy, &c.] Shadwell took opium for many years, and died of too large a dose, in the year 1692. W.
0.24. Old Bavius sits.] Bavius was an ancient poet, celebrated by Virgil for the like cause as Bages by our author, though not in so Christian-like a manner; for heathenishly it is declared by Virgil, of B:Vius, that he ought to be hated and detested for his evil works: Qui Buuium non odit ? whereas we have often bad occasion to observe our poet's great good-nature and mercifulness through the whole course of this poem.
Scrib. v.28. Browne and Mears ] Booksellers, printers for any body.--The allegory of the souls or the dull coming forth in the form of books dressed in calf's leather, and being let abroad in vast numbers by booksellers, is sufficiently intelligible.
Millions and millions on these banks he views,
34 Wondering he gaz’d: when, lo! a sage appears, By his broad shoulders known, and length of ears, Known by the band and suit which Settle wore (His only suit) for twice three years before : All as the vest appear'd the wearer's frame, Old in new state, another yet the same.
40 Bland and familiar, as in life, begun Thus the great father to the greater son :
" Oh! born to see what none can see awake! Behold the wonders of th' oblivious lake! Thou, yet unborn, has touch'd this sacred shore; 45 The hand of Bavius drench'd thee o'er and c'er. But blind to former as to future state, What mortal knows his pre-existent state ? Who knows how long thy transinigrating soul Might from Baotian to Bæotian roll?
50 How many Dutchmen she vouchsaf'd to thrid? How many stages through old monks she rid? And all who' since, in wild benighted days, Mixt the owl's ivy with the poet's bays. As man's meanders to the vital spring
55 Roll all their tides, then back their circles bring; Or whirligigs, twirl'd round by skilful swain, Suck the thread in, then yield it out again: All nonsense thus, of old or modern date, Shall in thee centre, from thce circulate. 60 For this our queen unfolds to vision true Thy mental eye, for thou hast much to view :
REMARKS. 0.34. ---Ward in pillory.] John Ward, of Hackney, Esq. member of parliament, being convicted of forgery, was first expelled the Hyuse, and then sentenced to the pillory, on the 17th of February, 1727.
W. IMITATIONS. 0.61, 62. For this our queen unfolds to vision true
Thy mental eye, for thou hast much to view.) This has a resemblance to that passage in Milton, Book XI. where the angel
Old scenes of glory, times long cast behind,
“ Ascend this hill, whose cloudy point commands Her boundless empire over seas and lands. See, round the poles where keener spangles shine, Where spices smoke beneath the burning line, 70 (Earth's wide extremes) her sable flag display'd, And all the nations cover'd in her shade!
“ Far eastward cast thine eye, from whence the sun And orient science their bright course begun: One godlike monarch all that pride confounds, 75 He, whose long wall the wandering Tartar bounds; Heav'ns! what a pile! whole ayes perish there, And one bright blaze turns learning into air.
“ Thence to the south extend thy gladden'd eyes; There rival fames with equal glory rise;
80 From shelves to shelves see greedy Vulcan roll, And lick up all their physic of the soul.
“ How little, mark! that portion of the ball, Where, faint at best, the beams of science fall: Soon as they dawn, from hyperborean skies 85 Embodied dark, what clouds of Vandals rise! Lo! where Mæotis sleeps, and hardly flows The freezing Tanais through a waste of snows, The north by myriads pours her mighty sons, Great nurse of Goths, of Alans, and of Huns! GO See Alaric's stern port! the martial frame Of Genseric! and Attila's dread name! See the bold Ostrogoths on Latium fall; See the fierce Visigothis on Spain and Gaul! See where the morning gilds the palmy shore 95 (The soil that arts and intant letters bore) llis conquering tribes the Arabian prophet draws, And saving ignorance enthrones by laws,
The film; then purg'd with eurbrasie and rue
The visual nerve--For he had much to see." There is a general allusion in what follows to that whole episode.
See Christians, Jews, one heavy sabbath keep,
“ Lo! Rome herself, proud mistress now no more
110 See graceless Venus to a virgin turn'd, Or Phidias broken, and Apelles burn'd.
“ Behold yon isle, by palmers, pilgrims trod, Men bearded, bald, cowld, uncowid, shod, unshod, Peeld, patch'd, and pyebald, linsey-woolsey brothers, Grave muinmers! sleeveless some and shirtless others. That once was Britain-Happy! had she seen No fiercer sons, had Easter never been. In peace, great goddess, ever be ador'd: How keen the war, if Dulness draw the sword! 120 Thus visit not thy own! on this bless'd age O spread thy influence, but restrain thy rage.
"And see, my son! the hour is on its way That lifts our goddess to imperial sway. This favourite isle, long sever'd from her reign, 125 Dove-like, she gathers to her wings again. Now look through fate! behold the scene she draws! What aids, what armies, to assert her cause! See all her progeny, illustrious sight! Behold and count them, as they rise to light. 130 As Berecynthia, while her offspring vie In homage to the mother of the sky, Surveys around her, in the bless'd abode, An hundred sons, and every son a god : Not with less glory mighty Dulness crown'd, 135 Shall take through Grub-street her triumphant round; And her Parnassus glancing o'er at once, Behold an hundred sons, and each a Dunce,