XV.

Carlton and Chandois thy arrival grace;
Hanmer, whose eloquence th' unbiass'd sways; 115
Harley, whofe goodness opens in his face,

And fhews his heart the seat where virtue stays.
Ned Blount advances next, with bufy pace,

In hafte, but fauntring, hearty in his ways: I fee the friendly Carylls come by dozens, Their wives, their uncles, daughters, fons, and coufins.

120

XVI.

Arbuthnot there I fee, in phyfic's art,

As Galen learn'd, or famed Hippocrate;
Whose company drives forrow from the heart,
As all disease his medicines diffipate:
Kneller amid the triumph bears his part,

Who could (were mankind lost) anew create:
What can th' extent of his vaft foul confine?
A painter, critic, engineer, divine!

125

XVII. Thee

NOTES.

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 ftrongeft trials. "Sir Godfrey," fays Pope, "I believe if God Almighty had had your affiftance, 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

adu

XVII.

Thee Jervas hails, robuft 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 hast riches) And honest, hatless Cromwell, with red breeches.

XVIII.

O Wanley, whence com'ft thou with shorten'd hair, And vifage from thy fhelves with duft besprent? "Forfooth

NOTES.

adulation of Pope, Addison, Prior, &c. appears to have heightened his natural abfurdities, as he had not difcernment enough to discover 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,
When Kneller painted thefe !

'Twas friendship warm as Phoebus, kind as love,
And strong as Hercules."

On these lines, which their author wifely fuppreffed, Mr. Walpole has offered a very just criticism. See his Anecdotes, &c. vol. iii. P. 112.

VER. 132. Joyous Ford is there,] Charles Ford, Efq. was by Swift's intereft appointed Gazetteer. See the Dean's Letter to Mrs. Dingley, dated July 1, 1712.

VER. 139. With duft befprent?] So in the Dunciad, b. iii. v. 185. "But who is he in closet clofe 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 beft plesyth my gude dame." 145

XIX.

Yonder I fee, among th' expecting croud,

Evans with laugh jocofe, and tragic Young; High-bufkin'd Booth, grave Mawbert, wand'ring Frowd,

And Titcomb's belly waddles flow along. See Digby faints at Southern talking loud,

Yea Steele and Tickell mingle in the throng;
Tickell whose skiff (in partnership they say)
Set forth for Greece, but founder'd in the way.

XX.

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!

141

150

155

Ayrs,

NOTES.

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

ever,

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!

XXI.

How lov'd! how honour'd thou! yet be not vain!
And fure thou art not, for I hear thee fay,
All this, my friends, I owe to Homer's ftrain,
On whose ftrong pinions I exalt my lay.
What from contending cities did he gain;

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.

165

NOTES.

ever, is mentioned in a letter from Pope to Congreve. "There is a grand revolution at Will's, Morrice has quitted for a coffee-houfe in the city, and Titcomb is reftored 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 deceafed.

STRIPT

TRIPT to the naked foul, efcap'd from clay,
From doubts unfetter'd, and diffolv'd in day;
Unwarm'd by vanity, unreach'd by strife,
And all my hopes and fears thrown off with life;
Why am I charm'd by friendship's fond effays,
And though unbody'd, conscious of thy praise?
Has pride a portion in the parted foul?
Does paffion still the firmless mind controul !
Can gratitude out-pant the filent breath!
Or a friend's forrow pierce the gloom of death!
No-'tis a spirit's nobler task of bliss;
That feels the worth it left, in proofs like this;
That not its own applaufe, but thine approves,
Whose practice praises, and whose virtue loves;
Who liv'ft to crown departed friends with fame;
Then dying, late, fhalt all thou gav❜st reclaim.

VOL. II.

NOTES.

VER. 8. Firmlefs] A new-coined, and not a very happy epithet.

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