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The Goddess then, o'er his anointed head,
With mystic words, the facred Opium shed.
And lo! her bird (a monster of a fowl,
Something betwixt a Heidegger and Owl)
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;

Ver. 293. Know, Eufden, &c.] In the former Ed.

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 moleft,
Where Gildon, Banks, and high-born Howard reft.
I see a King! who leads my chosen fons
To lands that flow with clenches and with puns :
Till each fani'd Theatre my empire own;
Till Albion, as Hibernia, bless my throne !
I see! I fee! Then rapt she spoke no more,
God save King Tibbald ! Grubstreet alley roar.
So when Jove's block, &c.

Mr. Jacob's character of Mr. Ozell seems vastly short
of his merits, and he ought to have further justice done
him, having since fully confuted all Sarcasms on his
learning and genius, by an advertisement of Sept. 20,
1729, in a paper called the Weekly Medley, &c. “ As
“ to my learning, this envious Wretch knew, and every

body knows, that the whole Bench of Bishops, not “ long ago, were pleased to give me a purse of guineas, “ for discovering the erroneous translations of the Com“mon-prayer in Portuguese, Spanish, French, Italian, &c. As for my genius, let Mr. Cleland thew better “ verses in all Pope's works, than Ozell's version of

u Boileau's

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



* Boileau's Lutrin, which the late Lord Halifax was so “ pleased with, that he complimented him with leave to “ dedicate it to him, &c. Let him fhew better and “ truer Poetry in the Rape of the 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 like“ wise 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 Bishops, Mr. Toland, and Mr. Gildon.

Ver. 290. a Heidegger] 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 Elegantiorum.

Ver. 296. Withers, ) See on ver. 146.

Ibid. Gildon) Charles Gildon, a writer of criticisms and libels in 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 Curll; in another, called the New Rehearsal, printed in 1714; in a third, entitled the Complete Art of English Poetry, in two volumes; and others.

Ver. 297. Howard, ] Hon. Edward Howard, author of the British Princes, and a great number of wonderful


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Thou, Cibber! thou, his Laurel shalt support,
Folly, my son, has still a Friend at Court.
Lift up your Gates, ye Princes, see him come!
Sound, sound 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-armd with Points, Antitheses, and Puns.
Let Bawdry, Billinsgate, my daughters dear,
Support his front, and Oaths bring up the rear:
And under bis, and under Archer's wing,
Gaming and Grub-street skulk behind the King.

O! when shall rise a Monarch all our own,
And I, a Nursing-mother, rock the throne ;


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pieces, celebrated by the late Earls of Dorset and Rochester, Duke of Buckingham, Mr. Waller, &c.

Ver. 309, 310. under Archer's 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 exemption 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 with, with a juft indignation, prohibited. It is reported the same practice is yet continued wherever the Court resides, and the Hazard Table there

open all the professed Gamesters in town. “ Greatest and justest Sovereign ; know


this? “ Alas! no more, than Thames' calm head can know, “ Whose meads his arms drown, or whose corn o'er6. flow."

Donne to Queen Eliz.


'Twixt Prince and People close the Curtain draw, Shade him from Light, and cover him from Law; Fatten the Courtier, starve the learned band,

315 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 every 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 when Jove's block descended from on high (As sings thy great forefather Ogilby)

Loud 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

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 profes* fion 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 pilloiy, 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. 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

year Odes.

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Loud thunder to its bottom shook the bog,
And the hoarse nation croak’d, God save king Log?


“ When Laureates make Odes, Do you ask of what

*** fort? “ Do you ask if they're good, or are evil ? “ You may judge-From the Devil they come to the

Court, “ And go from the Court to the Devil.” Ver. 328 -Ogilby) -God save king Log!) See Ogilby's Æsop's Fables, where, in the story of the Frogs and their King, this excellent hemiftich 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 thews how candid and patient a reader he must have been. What can be more kind and affectionate than the words in the preface to his Poems, where he labours to call up all our humanity and forgiveness toward these unlucky men, by the moít moderate representation of their case, that has ever been given by any author? But how much all indulgence is lost upon


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 foon ye

fade away!
“ To compass Phæbus' car about,

“ Thus empty vapours rise,
« Each lends his cloud, to put him out,
66 That rear'd him to the skies.


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