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Then catch'd the Schools; the Hall scarce kept awake;
The Convocation gap'd, but could not speak : 610
Loft was the Nation's Sense, nor could be found,
While the long folemn Unison went round :
Wide, and more wide, it spread o'er all the realm ;
Ev'n Palinurus nodded at the Helm :
The Vapour mild o'er each Committee crept ; 615
Unfinish'd Treaties in each Office slept ;
And Chief-less Armies doz'd out the Campaign ;
And Navies yawn'd for Orders on the Main.

REMARK S. Even the House of Commons, juftly called the Sense of the Nation, is loft (that is to say suspended) during the Yawn (far be it from our Author to suggest it could be lost any longer!) but it Spreadeth at large over all the rest of the Kingdom, to such a degree, that Palinurus himself (thu' as incapable of Neeping as Jupiter) yet noddeth for a moment: the effect of which, tho' ever lo momentary, could not but cause some Relaxation, for the time, in all public affairs.

SCRIBL. Ver. 610. The Convocation gapd, but could not speak : ) Implying a great desire fo to do, as the learned Scholiart on the place rightly observes. Therefore, beware Reader, left thou take this Gape for a rawn, which is attended with no desire but to go to reft: by no means the disposition of the Convocation; whose melancholy case in Mort is this : She was, as is reported, infected with the general infuence of the Goddess ; and while The was yawning carelessly at her ease, a wanton Courtier took her at advantage, and in the very nick clap'd a Gag into her chops. Well therefore may we know her meaning by her geping; and this distressful posture our poet here describes, just as The stands at this day, a fad example of the effcets of Dulness and Malice unchecked and despised.

BENTL. Ver. 015.618 ] These Verses were written many years ago, and may be found in the State Poems of that time. So that Scriblerus is mistaken, or whoever else have imagined this Puein of a fresher date,

O Muse! relate (for you can tell alone, Wits have short Memories, and Dunces none) 620 Relate, who first, who last relign'd to rest ; Whole Heads the partly, whose completely bleft; What Charms could Faction, what Ambition lull, The Venal quiet, and intrance the Dull;

REMARKS. Ver. 620. Wits have short Memories,] This seems to be the reason why the Poets, whi never they give us a Catalogue, conftantly call for help on the Mures, who, as the Daughters of Memory, are obliged not to forget any thing. So Ilomer, Iliad ii.

Πληθύν δ' εκ αν εγώ μυθήσομαι δ' όνομήνω,
Ει μη Ολυμπιάδες, Μάσαι, Διός αιγιόχοιο

Θυγατέρες, μνησαίαθ' -
And Virgil. Æn vii.

Et meminillis enim, Dive, do memorare poteftis:

Ad nos vix tenuis fame perlabitur aura. But our

Poet had another realon for putting this Takk upon the Muse, that, all besides being asleep, the only could relate what passed.

Ver. 624. The Venal quiet, and, &c.] It were a Problem worthy the solution of that profound Scholiast, Mr Upton himself (and perhaps not of less importance than fome of those weighty questions so long disputed amongst Homer's Scholiasts) to inform us, which required the greatest effort of our Goddels's power, to intrance the Dull, or to quiet the Venal. For though the Venal may be more unruly than the Dull, yet, on the other hand, it demands a much greater expence of hier Virtue to intrance than berely to quiet.

SCRIBL.

IMITATIONS.
Ver. 621. Relate who first, who last resign’d to rest;

Whose heads jne purtly, whoje completely bieft.]
Quem telo primum, quem poftremum afpera Virgo

Dejicis? aut quot humi, morientia corpora fundis? Virg. Vol. III.

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"Till drown'd was Sense, and Shanie, and Right, and Wrong.

625 O sing, and hush the Nations with thy Song !

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In vain, in vain,-the all-composing Hour
Resistless falls: The Muse obeys the Pow'r.
She comes ! she comes ! the lable Throne behold
Of Night Primæval, and of Chaos old!
Before her Fancy's gilded clouds decay,
And all its varying rain-bows die away.
Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires,
The Meteor drops, and in a flash expires.
As one by one, at dread Medea's strain
The fick’ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain;
As Argus' eyes by Hermes' wand oppreft,
Clos'd one by one to everlasting reft ;
Thus at her felt approach, and secret might,
Art after Art goes out, and all is Night.
See skulking Truth to her old Cavern fled,
Mountains of Caluiftry heap'd o'er her head !

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REMARKS. Ver. 641. Truth to her old Cavern fled,] Alluding to the fay. ing of Democritus, That Truth at the bottom of a deep well, from whence he had drawn her : Though Butler says, He first put ber in, before he drew her out.

I MITATION S.
Ver. 637. As Argus' eyes, doc.]

Et quamvis sopor eft oculorum parte receptus,
Parte tamen vigilat-

Vidit Cyllenius omnes
Succubuifle oculos, G.

Ovid. Met. ii.

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Philosophy, that lean'd on Heav'n before,
Shrinks to her second cause and is no more.
Physic of Metaphysic begs defence,
And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense ;
See Mystery to Mathematics fly !
In vain ! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die.
Religion blushing vails her sacred fires ;
And unawares Morality expires.

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Nor public Flame, nor private dares to shine;
Nor human spark is left nor Glimpse divine.
Lo! thy dread Empire, Chaos! is restor’d;
Light dies before thy uncreating word :
Thy hand, great Anarch ! lets the curtain fall; 655
And Universal Darkess buries All.

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