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to versary with ill Language, or when I could not “ attack a Rival's Works, encouraged Reports a

gainst his Morals. To conclude, if this Volume - perish, let it serve as a Warning to the Criticks, « not to take too much Pains for the future to de

stroy fuch Things aś will die of themselves; and a'a Memento móri to some of my vain Cotemporaries " the Poets, to teach them that when real Merit is « wanting, it avails nothing to have been encourag'd " by the Great, commended by the Eminent, and “ favour'd by the Publick in general."

And now we beg Leave, it being in proper Course, to mention the several Epistles wrote by our Author, where he has treated different Subjects in an exceeding beautiful Manner; fome of them were wrote when he was very young, one to Miss Blount when he was

Years of Age, and another at the Coronation about which hereafter we shall take Occasion to speak.

On Mr. Cragge's being advanced to be Secretary of State, he wrote him a Thort complimental Epistle, where, speaking of his Abilities and Virtue, he adds : All this thou wert; and being this before, Know Kings, and Fortune cannot make thee more. This Gentlemari was one between whom and Mr. Pope there was an unlimited Freedom, and a Life-enduring Friendship. It may be seen how familiar they werë, by a Letter which Mr. Secretary Cragg's wrote to Mt. Pope from Paris, dated September 2 1716.

AST Poft brought me the Favour of your Lec

ter of the roth of Aug. O. S. It would be taking too much upon me to decide, that 'twas a witty one; I never pretend to more Judgment than

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to know what pleases me, and can assure you, it was a very agreeable one.

The Proof I can give you of my Sincerity in this Opinion, is, that I hope and desire you would not stop at this, but continue more of them.

I am in a Place where Pleasure is continually flowing. The Princes set the Example, and the Subjects follow at a Distance. The Ladies are of all Parties, by which Means the Conversation of Men is much softened and fashioned from those blunt Disputes on Politicks, and rough Jests, we are so guilty of; while the Freedom of the Women takes away all Formality and Constraint. I mustown, at the same Time, these Beauties are too artificial for my Taste; you have seen a French Picture, the Original is more painted, and such a Crust of Powder and Essence in their Hair, that you can see no Difference between Black and Red. By difusing Stays, and indulging themselves at a Table, they are run out of all Shape ; but as to that, they may give a good Reason, they prefer Conveniency to Parade, and are by this Means as ready, as they are generally willing to be charitable.

I am surpriz'd to find I have wrote fo much Scandal; I fancy I am either setting up for a Wit, or imagine I must write in this Stile to a Wit; I hope you'll prove a good natur'd one, and not only let me hear from you fometimes, but forgive the small Encouragement you meet with. If you'll compleat your Favours, pray give my humble Services to Lords Warwick, St. John, and Harley. I have had my Hopes and Fears they would have abufed me before this Time; I am sure it is not my Business to meddle with a Neft of Bees (I speak only of the Honey.) I won't trouble myself to finish finely, a true Com

pliment

pliment is better than a good one, and I can assure you without any, that I am very sincerely, . Sir, Yours, &c.

CRAGGS

He died February the 16th, 1720, and was buried in Westminster- Abbey. The Epitaph upon his Monument was wrote by Mr. Pope. Statesman, yet Friend to Truth! of Soul fincere; In Action faithful, and in Honour clear ! Who broke no Promise, serv'd no private End; Who gain'd no Title, and who loft no Friend; Ennobled by himself, by all approv'd, Prais'd, wept, and honour'd, by the Muse he lov’d.

A. Pope.

In the Year 1715, at which Time Mr. Addison intended to publish his Book of Medals, Mr. Pope wrote him an Epistle on that Subject, which appears printed with them; it was long before Mr. Addison was Secretary of State, and while a great Show of Friendship was kept up by that Gentleman for our Author. This Epistle points out the Usefulness of ftudying Medals, because they preserve the Memory of Things much longer than Arches, Temples, and Tombs, which vanish like the Living and the Dead, and foon in Comparison of Medals, lose their fading Inscriptions and Statues : Mr. Pope's Thoughts are these.

Ambition figh'd : She found it vain to truft
The faithlefs Column and the crumbling Bust;
Huge Moles, whose Shadow stretch'd from Shore to

Shore,
Their Ruius ruin'd, and their Place no more!

Convinc'd, she now contracts her vast Design,
And ail her Triumphs shrink into a Coin.
A narrow Orb each crouded Conquest keeps,
Beneath her Palm here fad Judea weeps,
Now scantier Limits the proud Arch confine,
And scarce are seen the prostrate Nile or Rhine,
A small Euphrates through the Piece is rollid,
And little Eagles wave their Wings in Gold.

The Poetry of these Lines in a Manner speak the Author, there is fine Painting in them; nay,

Painting; the Sister Art to Poetry, was not unknown to him, he took Delight when a Child in Drawing, and afterward having had Masters for that Purpose, made a tolerable good Progress soon ; but becoming intimate with Mr. Jervas, (at whose House he was , in Town) he improv'd so much, that he grew asham'd of his first Works in this Art, for some Time of every Day that he was with Mr. Jervas, he employ'd in Painting, it was generally in the Morning; this will be best express'd in his own Words to Mr. Gay, August 23, 1713.

JWA

Dear Sir,
UST as I received your's, I was set down to

write to you, with some Shame that I had fo long deferr'd it. But I can hardly repent my Negledt, when it gives me the Knowledge how little you insift upon Ceremony, and how much a greater Share in your Memory I have than I deserve. I have been near a Week in London, where I am like to remain, till I become, by Mr. Jervas's Help, Elegans formarum Spectator. I begin to discover Beauties tbat were till now imperceptible to me. Every Corner of an Eye, or Turn of a Nose or Ear, the smallest Degree of Light or Shade on a Cheek, or in

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