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Carlton and Chandois thy arrival grace;
Hanmer, whofe eloquence th' unbiafs'd fways; 115 Harley, whofe goodness opens in his face, And fhews his heart the feat where virtue stays. Ned Blount advances next, with busy pace,
In hafte, but fauntring, hearty in his ways:
I fee the friendly Carylls come by dozens,
Arbuthnot there I fee, in phyfic's art,
As Galen learn'd, or famed Hippocrate;
Who could (were mankind loft) anew create:
VER. 126. Kneller amid, &c.] This is no more than a compliment to the vanity of Sir Godfrey, which Pope and other wits were always putting to the strongest trials. "Sir Godfrey," fays Pope, "I believe if God Almighty had had your affistance, the world would have been formed more perfect." "Fore God," fays Kneller," I believe fo." He was frequently (as Mr. Walpole obferves) very free and fingular in his converfation on religion. This
Thee Jervas hails, robust and debonair,
130 Now have [we] conquer'd Homer, friends, he cries: Dartneuf, grave joker, joyous Ford is there,
And wond'ring Maine, fo fat with laughing eyes (Gay, Maine, and Cheney, boon companions dear, Gay fat, Maine fatter, Cheney huge of fize) 135 Yea Dennis, Gildon, (hearing thou haft riches) And honeft, hatlefs Cromwell, with red breeches.
O Wanley, whence com'ft thou with fhorten'd hair, And visage from thy fhelves with duft befprent? "Forfooth
adulation of Pope, Addison, Prior, &c. appears to have heightened his natural abfurdities, as he had not difcernment enough to dis cover that they were only foothing him to paint for them gratis, or diverting themselves at the expence of his credulity. Sir Godfrey had drawn for Pope the ftatues of Apollo, Venus, and Hercules. Pope paid for them with the following stanza :
"What god, what genius did the pencil move,
'Twas friendship warm as Phobus, kind as love,
On these lines, which their author wifely fuppreffed, Mr. Walpole has offered a very just criticism. See his Anecdotes, &c. vol. iii.
VER. 132. Joyous Ford is there,] Swift's intereft appointed Gazetteer. Mrs. Dingley, dated July 1, 1712.
Charles Ford, Efq. was by
VER. 139. With duft befprent?] So in the Dunciad, b. iii. v. 185. "But who is he in closet close ypent
Of fober face, with learned duft befprent?" Humphrey Wanley was librarian to Lord Oxford.
"Forfooth (quoth he) from placing Homer there, "For ancients to compyle is myne entente: "Of ancients only hath Lord Harley care;
"But hither me hath my meeke lady fent :"In manuscript of Greeke rede we thilke fame, "But book yprint best plesyth my gude dame.” 145
Yonder I fee, among th' expecting croud,
And Titcomb's belly waddles flow along.
Yea Steele and Tickell mingle in the throng;
Lo the two Doncastles in Berkshire known!
Lo Bickford, Fortescue, of Devon land! Lo Tooker, Eckerfhall, Sykes, Rawlinson! See hearty Morley takes thee by the hand!
VER. 149. Slow along.] The names of the majority of perfons here enumerated, are in want of no illuftration; and concerning a few of them, it would be difficult to fupply any. Titcomb, how
Ayrs, Graham, Buckridge, joy thy voyage done;
But who can count the leaves, the stars, the fand? Lo Stonor, Fenton, Caldwell, Ward, and Broome! Lo thousands more, but I want rhyme and room!
How lov'd! how honour'd thou! yet be not vain!
And what rewards his grateful country pay None, none were paid-why then all this for me? These honours, Homer, had been just to thee.
ever, is mentioned in a letter from Pope to Congreve.
a grand revolution at Will's, Morrice has quitted for a coffee-houfe in the city, and Titcomb is restored to the great joy of Cromwell, who was at a lofs for a person to converse with on the fathers, and church history."
VERSES TO DR. BOLTON,
In the Name of Mrs. BUTTER's Spirit, lately deceased.
TRIPT to the naked soul, escap'd from clay,
From doubts unfetter'd, and diffolv'd in day;
VER. 8. Firmless] A new-coined, and not a very happy epithet.