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How.fluent nonsese trickles from his tongue !
How sweet the periods, neither faid, nor fung!
Still break the benches, Henly! with thy strain,
While Sherlock, Hare, and Gibson preach in vain.
Oh great Restorer of the good old Stage, 205
Preacher at once, and Zany of thy age !
Oh worthy thou of Ægypt's wise abodes,
A docent priest, where monkeys were the gods !
But fate with Butchers plac'd thy priestly stall,
Meek modern faith to murder, hack, and mawl;

REMARKS. Restorer of ancient eloquence. He thought "it as-lawful to take

a licence from the King and Parliament at one place, as ** another; at Hickes's hall, as at Doctor's commons; fo fet

up his Oratory in Newport-market, Butcher-row. There " (says his friend) he had the assurance to form a plan, which

no mortal ever thought of.; he had success against all oppofi-" tion; challenged his adversaries to fair disputations, and none " would dispute with him; writ, read, and studied twelve hours " a day ; composed three differtations a week on all subjects ; “ undertook to teacl: in one year what Schools and Univerfities ,“ teach in five; was not terrified by menaces, insults, or fa“ tires, but atill proceeded, matured his bold scheme, and put " the Cburch and all that in danger.WELSTED, Narrative in Orat. Transact. N. I.

After having stood fome Prosecutions, he turned his shetoric to buffoonry upon all public and private occurrences All this passed in the same room; where sometimes he broke jests, and sometimes that bread which he called the Primitive Eucharift.This wonderful person struck Medals, which he dispersed as Tickets to his subscribers: The device, a Star rising to the meridian, with this motto, AD SVMMA; and below, INVENIAM VIAM AVT FACIAM. This man had an hundred pounds a year given him for the secret service of a weekly-paper of unintelligible nonsense, called the Hyp Doctor.

Ver. 204. Sherlock, Hare, Gibson, ] Bishop of Salisbury, Chichester, and London; whose Sermons and Pastoral Letters did honour to their country as well as stations.

And bade thee live, to crown Britannia's praise, 211 In Toland's, Tindal's, and in Woolston's days.

Yet oh! my fons, a father's words attend : (So may the fates preserve the ears you lend) 'Tis yours, a Bacon or a Locke to blame, 215 A Newton's genius, or a Milton's flame : But oh! with One, immortal One dispense, The source of Newton's Light, of Bacon's sense. Content, each Emanation of his fires That beams on earth, each Virtue be inspires, 220 Each Art he prompts, each Charm he can create, Whate'er he gives, are giv'n for you to hate. Perlist, by all divine in Man unaw'd, But, “ Learn, ye Dunces ! pot to scorn

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God.” Thus he, for then a ray of Reason stole 125 Half thro' the folid darkness of his foul;

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REMARKS. Ver. 212. Of Toland and Tindal, see took ii. Tho' Woolston was an impious madman, who wrote in a most infolent style against the miracles of the Gospel, in the years 1926, OC.

Ver. 218. Yet, oh, my Sons ? &c.) The caution against Blarphemy here given by a departed Son of Dulncfs to his yet existing brethren, is, as the Poet rightly intimates, not out of tenderness to the ears of others, but their own. And fore fic that when that danger is removed, on the open establishment of the Goddefs in the fourth book, she encourages her fons, and they beg assistance to pollute the Source of Light itfulf, with the fame virulence they had before done the purest em anations from it. Ver.

224. not to scorn your God ] See this subject purfued in Book iy.

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Ver. 224. Learn, ye Dunces! not to fiorn your God.]

Discite justitiam moniti, & non temnere divos. Virg.

But soon the cloud return'dmand thus the Sire :
See now what Dulness and her sons admire :
See what the charms, that sinite the simple heart
Not touch'd by Nature, and not reach'd by Art.
His never-blushing head he turn'd aside,

231 (Not half so pleas'd when Goodman prophecyd) And look'd, and saw a sable Sorc'rer rise, Swift to whose hand a winged voluine flies : All sudden, Gorgons hiss, and Dragons glare, 235 And ten horn'd fiends and Giants rush to war. Hell rises, Heav'n descends, and dance on Earth : Gods, imps, and monsters, music, rage, and mirth, A fire, a jig, a battle, and a ball, 'Till one wide conflagration swallows all. 240

Thence a new world to Nature's laws unknown, Breaks out refulgent, with a heav'n its own :

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R E MARKS. Ver. 232. (Not half so pleas'd when Goodman prophefyd)] Mr. Cibber tells us, in his Life, p. 149. that Goodman being at the rehearsal of a play, in which he had a part, clapped him on the shoulder, and cried, “ If he does not make a good actor, “ I'll be d-d. And (fays Mr Cibber) I make it a question, « whether Alexander himself, or Charles the twelfth of Sweden, " when at the head of their first victorious armies, could feel a “ greater transport in their bosoms than I did in mine."

Ver. 233. e sable Sorc'rer) Dr. Faustus, the subject of a set of Farces, which lasted in vogue two or three seasons, in which both Playhouses (trove to outdo each other for some

years.

All the extravagances in the fixteen lines following were introduced on the Stage, and frequented by persons of the first quality in England, to the twentieth and thirtieth time.

Hell rises, Heaven descends, and dance on Earth :) This monstrous absurdity was actually represented in Tibbald's Rape of Proserpine. VOL. III.

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Another Cynthia her new journey runs,
And other planets circle other funs,
The forests dance, the rivers upward rise,

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Whales sport in woods, and dolphins in the skies;
And last, to give the whole creation grace,
Lo! one vast Egg produces human race.

Joy fills his foul, joy innocent of thought; What pow'r, he cries, what pow'r these wonders wrought

250 Son; what thou feek'st is in thee! Look and find Each monster meets his likeness in thy mind. Yet would'st thou more? In yonder cloud behold, Whose farsenet skirts are edg'd with flamy gold, A matchless Youth! his-nod these worlds controuls, Wings the red light'ning, and the thunder rolls. 256

REM A R K S. Ver. 249. Lo! ove vast Egg] In another of these Farces Harlequin is hatch'd upon the stage, out of a large Egg.

IMITATION S. Ver. 244. And other planets]

- folemque fuum, sua fidera norunt - Virg. Æn. vi. Ver. 246. Whales Sport in woods, and dolphins in the skies ;

Delphinum filvis appingil, flu&ibus aprum. HOR, Ver. 251. Son; what thou feek'st is in thee ! ] Quod petis in te eft--Ne te quæfiveris extra.

Perf. Ver. 256. Wings the red lighi’ning, &c.] Like Salmoneus ia Æn, vi.

Dum fiammas Jovis, et fonitus imitatur Olympi.

-nimbos, el non imitabile fulmen,
Ære et cornipedum curfu fimular at equorum.

Angel of Dulness, fent to scatter round
Her magic charms o’er all unclassic ground:
Yon stars, yon suns, he rears at pleasure,
Illumes their light, and sets their flames on fire. 266
Immortal Rich ! how calon he sits at ease
'Mid linows of paper, and fierce hail of pease ;
And proud his Mistrefs' orders to perform,
Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
But lo! to dark encounter in mid air

265 New wizards rife; I see my Cibber there !

this way.

REMARKS. Ver. 261. Immortal Rich ! ] Mr. John Rich, Master of the Theatre Royal in Covent-garden, was the first that excelled

Ver. 266. I see my Cibber there ! ] The history of the foregoing absurdities is verified by himielf, in these words (Life, chap. xv.) “ Then Sprung foith that fuccefsion of monstrous " medleys that have fo long infifted the stage, which arose upon one another alternately at both houses, vut vying each other

He then p:oceeds to excule his own part in them, as follows: “ If I am asked, why I öflinted? I have “ no better excuse for my cror, than to contess I did it against

my conicii nce, and had not virtue enough to starve. Hid Henry IV. of France a better for changing his Religion “ I was still in my heart, as much as he could be, on the side " of Truth and Sense; but with this difference, that I had their " leave to quit them when they could not support me --!

- But " let the question go which way will, Harry Ivih has always been allowed a great man." This must be confessed a full as

“ in expence

IMITATIONS. Ver. 258..der all unclasic ground :] Alludes to Mr. Addison's Verse, in the praises of Italy :

Poetic fields encompass me around,

And jill I seem to tread on claffic ground. As ver. 264. is a paredy on a noble one of the fame author in The Campaigo; and ver. 259, 260, on two sublime veifes of Ds. Y.

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