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IN the imitation of Cowley, in two pieces, on a Garden, and on Weeping, Pope has properly enough, in conformity to his original, extorted fome moral, or darted forth fome witticism on every object he mentions. It is not enough to say, that the laurels fheltered the fountain from the heat of the day; but this idea must be accompanied with a conceit :

Daphne, now a tree, as once a maid,

Still from Apollo vindicates her shade."

The flowers that grow on the water-fide could not be fufficiently described without saying, that

"The pale Narciffus on the bank, in vain

Transformed, gazes on himself again."

In the lines on a Lady Weeping, you might expect a touching picture of beauty in diftrefs; you will be difappointed. Wit, on the prefent occafion, is to be preferred to tenderness; the babe in her eye is faid to resemble Phaeton fo much,

"That heav'n the threat'ned world to spare,
Thought fit to drown him in her tears;
Elfe might th' ambitious nymph aspire
To fet, like him, the world on fire."

Let not this ftrained affectation of ftriving to be witty upon all occafions be thought exaggerated, or a caricature of Cowley. It is painful to cenfure a writer of fo amiable a mind, fuch integrity of manners, and fuch a sweetness of temper. His fancy was brilliant, ftrong, and fprightly; but his tafte falfe and unclaffical, even though he had much learning. In his Latin compofitions, his fix books on plants, where the subject might have led him to a contrary practice, he imitates Martial rather than Virgil, and has given us more epigrams than defcriptions. I do not remember to


have seen it enough observed, that Cowley had a most happy talent of imitating the easy manner of Horace's epiftolary writings; I must therefore infert a specimen of this his excellence :

«Ergo iterum verfus? dices. Ó Vane! quid ergo
Morbum ejurafti toties, tibi qui infidet altis,
Non evellendus, vi vel ratione, medullis?
Numne poetarum (merito dices) ut amantum
Derifum ridere deum perjuria cenfes ?
Parcius hæc, fodes, neve inclementibus urge
Infelicem hominem dictis; nam fata trahunt me
Magna reluctantem, et nequicquam in vincla minacem.
Helleborum fumpfi, fateor, pulchreque videbar
Purgatus morbi; fed Luna potentior herbis

Infanire iterum jubet, et fibi vendicat ægrum."

There is another epiftle alfo, well worthy perufal, to his friend Mat. Clifford, at the end of the same volume. Pope, in one of his imitations of Horace, has exhibited the real character of Cowley with delicacy and candour:

"Who now reads Cowley? If he pleases yet,

His moral pleases, not his pointed wit;

Forgot his epic, nay Pindaric art,

But ftill I love the language of his heart."

His profe works give us the most amiable idea both of his abilities and his heart. His Pindaric odes cannot be perused with common patience by a lover of antiquity. He that would fee Pindar's manner truly imitated, may read Mafters's noble and pathetic Ode on the Crucifixon; and he that wants to be convinced that these reflections on Cowley are not too fevere, may read also his epigrammatic verfion of it:

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Σιδονίης αλος, αλ

-λάιματι ςαζομένω

"Doft thou not fee thy prince in purple clad all o'er,
Not purple brought from the Sidonian shore;

But made at home with richer gore?"

" Avory' avorys

Πύλας οπωπων

Και πηγας βλεφαρων

Λυσαι, ψεκαζε, δευε γαιαν.”


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Open, oh! open wide the fountains of thine eyes,
And let them call

Their ftock of moisture forth where e'er it lies,

For this will ask it all.

'Twould all, alas! too little be,

Though thy falt tears came from a sea.”

Cowley being early difgufted with the perplexities and vanities of a court life, had a ftrong defire to enjoy the milder pleasures of folitude and retirement; he therefore escaped from the tumults of London to a little houfe at Wandfworth; but finding that place too near the inetropolis, he left it for Richmond, and at laft fettled at Chertsey. He feems to have thought that the fwains of Surry had the innocence of thofe of Sydney's Arcadia; but the perverfenefs and debauchery of his own workmen foon undeceived him, with whom, it is said, he was fometimes fo provoked, as even to be betrayed into an oath. His income was about three hundred pounds a year. Towards the latter part of his life he fhewed an averfion to the company of women, and would often leave the room if any happened to enter it whilft he was present, but ftill retained a fincere affection for Leonora. His death was occafioned by a fingular accident; he paid a vifit on foot with his friend Sprat to a gentleman in the neighbourhood of Chertsey, which they prolonged, and feasted too much, till midnight. On their return home they mistook their way, and were obliged to pass the whole night exposed under a hedge, where Cowley caught a fevere cold, attended with a fever, that terminated in his death. All these particulars were communicated to me by Mr. Spence from his Anecdotes, who affured me he received them from Mr. Pope's own mouth.

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FAIN my Muse the flow'ry Treasures fing,
And humble glories of the youthful Spring;
Where op'ning Roses breathing fweets diffuse,
And foft Carnations fhow'r their balmy dews;
Where Lilies fmile in virgin robes of white,
The thin Undress of fuperficial Light,
And vary'd Tulips fhow fo dazzling gay,
Blushing in bright diverfities of day,

Each painted flowret in the lake below
Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow;
And pale Narciffus on the bank, in vain
Transformed, gazes on himself again.
Here aged trees Cathedral Walks compose,
And mount the Hill in venerable rows:
There the green Infants in their beds are laid,

The Garden's Hope, and its expected shade.
Here Orange-trees with blooms and pendants shine,
And vernal honours to their autumn join;
Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store,
Yet in the rifing bloffom promife more.
There in bright drops the crystal Fountains play;
By Laurels fhielded from the piercing day :

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Where Daphne, now a tree as once a maid,
Still from Apollo vindicates her shade,

Still turns her beauties from the invading beam, 25
Nor feeks in vain for fuccour to the Stream.
The stream at once preferves her virgin leaves,
At once a shelter from her boughs receives,
Where Summer's beauty midst of Winter stays,
And Winter's Coolness fpite of Summer's rays. 30

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