he is juft now appointed Secretary to my Lord Clarendes, in his Embaffy to Hanover.

I am fenfible of the Zeal and Friendship with which I am fure you will always defend your Friend in his Abfence, from all thofe little Tales and Calumnies, which a Man of any Genius or Merit is born to. I fhall never complain while I am happy in fuch noble Defenders, and in fuch contemptible Opponents. May their Envy and ill Nature ever ingrease, to the Glory and Pleasure of those they would injure; may they represent me reprefent me what they will, as long as you think me what I am, Your most devoted Servant, &c.

A. PORE.

This we hope will clear Mr. Philips from fuch illmanner'd and unlawful Intentions, without that, there was enough pafs'd to keep up perpetual Animofity, and draw from Mr. Pope in the Epiftle we are speaking of, the following Lines;

The Bard whom pilf'red Pastorals renown,
Who turns a Perfian Tale for half a Crown,
Juft writes to make his Barrenness appear,

And ftrains, from hard-bound Brains, eight Lines a
He, who ftill wanting tho' he lives on Theft, [Year:
Steals much, fpends little, yet has nothing left:
And he, who now to Senfe, now Nonfenfe leaning,
Means not, but blunders round about a Meaning:
And he, whofe Fuftian's fo fublimely bad,
It is not Poetry, but Profe run mad :
All these my modeft Satire bade translate,
And own'd that nine fuch Poets made a Tate.

This Gentleman was, as he is often ftil'd, the ingenious Author of the Diftrefs'd Mother, chiefly a

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Tranflation from Rapin, for in that Tragedy is con tain'd moft, if not all of his Ingenuity, Paftorals and Free Thinkers excepted; he us'd to write Verfes on Infants, in a ftrange Stile, which Dean Swift calls the Namby Pamby Stile, two of these elegant Pieces we have thought worth inferting, left what we have faid might look only like a bare Affertion.

To Mifs Charlotte Pulteney, in her Mother's Arms.
Imely Bloffom, infant Fair,
Fondling of a happy Pair,

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Every Morn and every Night,
Their folicitous Delight;
Sleeping, waking, ftill at Eafe,
Pleafing, without Skill to please
Little Goffip blythe and hale,
Tattling many a broken Tale,
Singing many a tuneless Song,
Lavish of a heedlefs Tongue;
Simple Maiden void of Art,
Babling out the very Heart;
Yet abandoned to thy Will,
Yet imagining no Ill:
Yet too innocent to blush,
Like the Linnet in the Bush,
To the Mother Linnet's Note,
Modelling her flender Throat;
Chirping forth her pretty Joys,
Wanton in the Change of Toys;
Like the Linnet green in May,
Flutt'ring to each bloomy Spray;
Wearied then and glad of Reft,
Like the Linnet in the Neft;
This, thy present happy Lot,
This in Time will be forgot;
Other Pleasures, other Cares,
Every bufy Time prepares;

And

And thou fhalt in thy Daughter fee,
This Picture once refembled thee.

The other, though it makes no mention of the Linnet, like the foregoing, it being to a Shter of the firft little tattling fimple Heart-babling Goflip, ends with a Prophecy like the foregoing.

To Mifs Peggy Pulteney, in the Nursery.

DImply Damfel fweetly smiling,

All careffing, none beguiling;

Bud of Beauty, fairly blowing,
Every Charm to Nature owing;
This and that new Thing admiring,
Much of this and that enquiring;
Knowledge by Degrees attaining,
Day by Day fome Virtue gaining:
Ten Years hence when I leave chiming,
Beardlefs Poets fondly rhyming,
(Fescued now perhaps in Spelling)
On thy riper Beauties dwelling,
Shall accufe each killing Feature,
Of the cruel charming Creature,
Whom I knew complying, willing,
Tender, and averfe from killing.

How this Gentleman loft his good Tafte, we cannot tell, he having done very well in the Distress'd Mother, and in his Paftorals, though the Friends of Mr. Pope, in Hopes by decrying them, to enhance the Value of his, will not be brought to allow this : Scriblerus in particular, who was deeper in Mr. Pope's Intereft than any Man (nay, fometimes we believe he has wrote under that Name himself) mentions

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them as Things contemptible, and fit Subjects for Satire.

To fing of Shepherds, and of Shepherdeffes, Their awkward Humours, Dialogues, and Dreffes: The Manner how they plow, and fow, and reap, How filly they, more filly than their Sheep, In Mantles blue, can trip it o'er the Green, In Namby Pamby's Paft'rals may be seen.

In this Gentleman Mr. Pope expected a formidable Enemy and Rival, but was disappointed; as Mr. Pope advanced in Poetry and the Voice of the World, the other gave back, and getting into easier Circumftances, left Mr. Pope to his Mufe, always bearing in Mind the old Quarrel, which coft him this Lafh, and others in the Dunciad

Mr. Pope, though very converfant with a great Number of the Nobility, was nevertheless no Courtier; he had particular Diflikes to fome Perfons of the greatest Quality, and in particular, to the Duke and Dutchefs of Marlborough; at the Duke he glances in one of the Epiftles beforementioned:

Triumphant Leaders, at an Army's Head, Hemm'd round with Glories, pilfer Cloth or Bread, As meanly plunder, as they bravely fought, Now fave a People, and now fave a Groat.

This Dislike at first arofe from an early Prejudice in Favour of Dean Swift, who, in the Examiner, has made a great Stir about the Bread Affair, and the Complaints of the Duke that were made from the Army; it was heighten'd, in that he thought himself neglected by the Heads of that Family, for he, as moft of the Nobility took Notice of him, expected it from all; when he went to Oxford, he made a Viht to Blenheim, and in a Letter to Mrs. Blount, gives

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