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self under a necessity to cry out murder; which brought in company to his relief. This unhappy man at last died a penitent. But though Pasaran wanted spirit to act in conformity to his own prin. ciples, yet a book-binder and his wife shewed more resolution. Being involved in debt, they came to the horrid determination of destroying their child, and then putting an end to their own existence. They left a paper behind them, justifying the action by some reasonings of the above author, and others of the same kind. The vames of this miserable pair were Richard and Bridget Smith, and the event happened in the year 1732. See Warburton's Notes on Pope.

68. Knows more than Budgel writes,- -] Eustace Budgel, Esq. who was nearly related to Mr. Addison, and one of the writers in the Spectator, put an end to his life, by throwing himself from a boat into the Thames, after having filled his pocket with stones to prevent his rising in the water. ibid.

cor Roberts prints. ] James Roc berts was a considerable publisher. 69. Pots o'er the door I'll place like Cits' balconies,

Which Bentley calls the Gardens of Adonis.] See a Note in Paradise Lost, book ix, ver, 439, in the Doctor's edition of MILTON.

ibid. In spite of Addison, &c. -] See Spectator, No. 26.

70. Sin Andrew has 'em, and I'Ų have 'em taq.] Sir Andrew Fountaine, who was eminent for his skill as an antiquary, and his taste as a collector. Many articles, however, of considerable value perished in the fire by which his lodgings in the Strand were consumed. This Gentleman having been tutor to the Duke of Cumberland was rewarded with the wardership of the Mint.--The remains of his collection are preserved at Narford, his residence in Norfolk.

70. To Bononcini's music l adhere ;] About the year 1723, the Cognoscenti were at variance concerning the respective merits of Handel and Bononcini; and after the contest had been carried on, even amongst the nobility, with much violence, it was at length decided by à trial of skill, each performer agreeing to compose an act of Muzio Scaevola. The decision was general in favor of HANDÊL.

71. Eager in throngs the town 10 Esther came] Esther, one of the first of Handel's oratorios, was performed about the year 1729 or 1730.

ibid. Thou, Heidegger! the English Taste hast found,] Fean Jacques Heidegger, by birth a Swiss, was many years manager at the Opera house, and the introducer of masquerades.

73. Deard's bill for baubles shall to thousands mount,] Mr. Deard, the noted toyman.

ibid. I'd send for Misaubin, and take his pill.] Misaubin was a celebrated quack, though member of the College of Physicians.

74. Arbuthnot, Hollins, Wigan, Lee, or Mead:] The most considerable Physicians of the time.


Page 76. To this Epistle the Advertisement subjoined was prefixed by the Author:


The following lines were occasioned by the Au. thor's having lately studied, with infinite attention, several fashionable productions in the Sentimental stile; in most of which, a misapplication, not a defect, of talents seems to have betrayed their Authors into some degree of false taste. For example-A noble Author who has given most decisive proofs of talent and judgment, by his Ode on the death of Mr. Gray, and his Translation of Dante ; has lately thought fit to publish two Odes on the death of his Lordship's Spaniel.

But the reigning fashion in modern poesy is Sentimental Panegyric on Married Beauties. This appears in a thousand various Shapes; from Bouts Rhimees on the wou'd be Sappho of Bath, up to Doggerel Epistles to the lovely Amoret.

In attempting to ridicule this modish folly, it is scarcely necessary to apologize to the several Personages of the Sentimental train, for introducing their names.

When a Poet announces himself, and publicly wears his laurels, he is lawful game for the Critics ; whether his works come from the Press,

or, according to Sir Benjamin Backbite's system, “ circulate in Manuscript.Besides, to canvass the slighter imperfections, either of stile or of conduct, seems to be the limit of poetical censure.

It is only the desperate Satyrist, whose invenomed pen strikes at the character and honor of Individuals, that perverts and disgraces Poetry. Such aspersions, if well founded, are too gross for the tribunal of the Muses; and if, (as is generally the case) they are utterly false, they recoil not only on the Author, but on the very art itself, which can so easily be perverted to so bad a purpose.—But who can be hurt by a Critique on his Charades and Rebusses ?-An imputation of false Taste may not be very pleasant, but it never can seriously offend men of sense and good-breeding : Both which qualities, as the Author agrees with all the world in acknowledging his Personages to possess in the highest degree, so he requests that not only they, but the few others who may happen to read his Poem, will acquit him of any intention to give the slightest offence.

80. Yet, yet, I tremble at the name of Clare.] Afterward Earl Nugent.-Whoever has read his Lordship's verses, presented to her Majesty, with a gift of Irish Poplin, and that too on a New Year's Day, will not wonder at the jealousy and apprehension the Laureat expresses of so formidable a rival. The recollection of the Poplin leads to a digression, in the Pindaric stile of all Laureats, on the fatal consequences that

might follow from establishing Lord Clare's method of tacking a present to every Poem-But the Laureat recovers his spirits, by thinking of the last production of his own Muse-the Goat's Beard—spun from ten lines of Phaedrus, to Four Hundred of Whitehead.


Notes by the Author. Page 86. Readers of the present generation are so very inattentive to what they read, that it is probable one half of Sir William's may have forgotten the principles which his book inculcates. Let these, then, be reminded, that it is the author's profest aim in extolling the taste of the Chinese, to condemn that mean and paltry manner which Kent introduced, which Southcote, Hamilton, and Brown followed, and which to our national disgrace, is called the English stile of gardening. He shews the poverty of this taste, by aptly comparing it to a dinner, which consisted of three gross pieces, three times repeated; and proves to a demonstration, that Nature herself is incapable of pleasing, without the assistance of Art, and that too of the most luxuriant kind. In short, such art as is displayed in the Emperor's garden of Yven-MingYven, near Pekin; where fine lizards, and fine wo. men, human giants, and giant-baboons, make but a small part of the superb scenery. He teaches us,

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