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Or bid the new be English, ages hence, For use will father what's begot by sense; 170 phraseology from the treasures of the chief dead and living languages. France and Germany have given us our principal military terms; the northern languages our naval; Greek our scientific; Latin our language of eloquence and philosophy. England, left to ber • English undefiled,' would be as naked as her own Picts.

The fear of rendering the classics of England obsolete by those additions, is equally visionary. Shakspeare is understood with as familiar delight at this hour as he was two hundred years ago. The terrors which seized the nervous among our purists, at the outpouring of Johnson's powerful vocabulary, have long since passed away: its turbidness has been cleared off in the general current of English literature; and its force has but added to the strength of the stream. The national language instinctively rejects all words unsuited to its genius, and retains only those which can'adorn it by their elegance, or invigorate it by their expression. How few words have we borrowed from the dialect of the United States! How few have we suffered to enter our borders, even from the superb and fertile phraseology of the east! The Latin and Greek are still the true fountains that clothe our Saxon barrenness with beauty ; the former giving us refinement of phrase, grace, and flexibility; the latter nobleness of sound: both giving unrivalled elegance, from their perpetual union with classical memories, with images of poetic loveliness, and with the most ardent and loftiest triumphs of the human mind.

168 Brave Raleigh spake. Aubrey says, that Raleigh, courtier as he was, spoke in a broad Devonshire dialect: the hero's voice too was effeminate. He partly accounts for James's hostility to him, by the remarkable circumstance, that, on queen Elizabeth's death, Raleigh, contemptuous of the Scots, whom he called 'a needy, beggarly nation, proposed to exclude James, and set up a commonwealth. The character of the feeble, pedantic, and pusillanimous James must have been well known to the English statesman; and it was not unnatural that the gallant and accomplished men, who had formed the ornament of Elizabeth's court, and done homage to the surpassing greatness of her policy, should have looked with scorn on her degenerate successor.

Pour the full tide of eloquence along,
Serenely pure, and yet divinely strong,
Rich with the treasures of each foreign tongue;
Prune the luxuriant, the uncouth refine,
But show no mercy to an empty line;

Then polish all, with so much life and ease,
You think ’tis nature, and a knack to please :
But ease in writing flows from art, not chance;
As those move easiest who have learn’d to dance.

If such the plague and pains to write by rule, Better, say I, be pleased, and play the fool: 181 Call, if you will, bad rhyming a disease, It gives men happiness, or leaves them ease. There lived in primo Georgii, they record, A worthy member, no small fool, a lord; 185 Who, though the house was up, delighted sate, Heard, noted, answer'd, as in full debate; In all but this a man of sober life, Fond of his friend, and civil to his wife ; Not quite a madman though a pasty fell; 190 And much too wise to walk into a well. Him, the damn'd doctors and his friends immured; They bled, they cupp'd, they purged; in short,

they cured: Whereat the gentleman began to stare: “My friends, he cried, “pox take you for your

care! That from a patriot of distinguish'd note, Have bled and purged me to a simple vote.' Well, on the whole, plain prose must be my

fate : Wisdom, curse on it! will come soon or late.


There is a time when poets will grow dull: 200
I'll ev'n leave verses to the boys at school:
To rules of poetry no more confined,
I 'll learn to smoothe and harmonise my mind,
Teach every thought within its bounds to roll,
And keep the equal measure of the soul. 205

Soon as I enter at my country door,
My mind resumes the thread it dropp'd before;
Thoughts, which at Hyde-park-corner I forgot,
Meet and rejoin me in the pensive grot:
There all alone, and compliments apart,

210 I ask these sober questions of my heart:If, when the more you drink, the more you

crave, You tell the doctor; when the more you have, The more you want, why not with equal ease Confess as well your folly, as disease ? 215 The heart resolves this matter in a trice; • Men only feel the smart, but not the vice.'

When golden angels cease to cure the evil, You give all royal witchcraft to the devil; When servile chaplains cry, that birth and place Indue a peer with honor, truth, and grace; 221 Look in that breast, most dirty D-! be fair; Say, can you find out one such lodger there? Yet still, not heeding what your heart can teach, You go to church to hear these flatterers preach.

248 When golden angels. The angel, a gold coin, given by those who came to be touched by the royal hand for the evil.

222 The whole of this passage alludes to a dedication by Mr., afterwards bishop Kennet, to the duke of Devonshire, to whom he was chaplain.

Indeed, could wealth bestow or wit or merit, 226 A grain of courage, or a spark of spirit, The wisest man might blush, I must agree, If D * * * loved sixpence more than he.

If there be truth in law, and use can give 230 A property, that's yours on which you live : Delightful Abscourt, if its fields afford Their fruits to you, confesses you its lord : All Worldly's hens, nay, partridge, sold to town; His venison too, a guinea makes your own; 235 He bought at thousands, what with better wit You purchase as you want, and bit by bit. Now, or long since, what difference will be

found ? You pay a penny, and he paid a pound.

Heathcote himself, and such large-acred men, Lords of fat E'sham, or of Lincoln-fen, 241 Buy every stick of wood that lends them heat; Buy every pullet they afford to eat; Yet these are wights, who fondly call their own Half that the devil o'erlooks from Lincoln town. The laws of God, as well as of the land, 246 Abhor, a perpetuity should stand: Estates have wings, and hang in fortune's power Loose on the point of every wavering hour, Ready, by force, or of your own accord, 250 By sale, at least by death, to change their lord. • Man?' and for ever?' wretch! what wouldst

thou have? Heir urges heir, like wave impelling wave.

282 Delightful Abscourt; a farm over-against Hampton. court.-Pope.


All vast possessions, (just the same the case,
Whether you call them villa, park, or chase) 255
Alas, my Bathurst! what will they avail ?
Join Cotswood hills to Saperton's fair dale;
Let rising granaries and temples here,
There mingled farms and pyramids appear;
Link towns to towns with avenues of oak, 260
Enclose whole downs in walls ; 'tis all a joke!
Inexorable death shall level all,
And trees, and stones, and farms, and farmer

Gold, silver, ivory, vases sculptured high,
Paint, marble, gems, and robes of Persian die,
There are who have not,-ånd, thank Heaven,

there are, Who, if they have not, think not worth their care. Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you 'll

find Two of a face, as soon as of a mind. Why, of two brothers, rich and restless one 270 Ploughs, burns, manures, and toils from sun to

sun; The other slights, for women, sports, and wines, All Townshend's turnips, and all Grosvenor's

mines; Why one like Bu—, with pay and scorn content, Bows and votes on, in court and parliament; 275

273 All Townshend's turnips. Lord Townshend, secretary of state to George I. and II. He was fond of agriculture; and was peculiarly proud of his improvements in turnips. · 274 One like Bu- Bubb Doddington, already mentioned, a contemptible fellow, who had the folly to publish his own contemptibility.

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