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“ One god-like monarch all that pride confounds, 75 “ He, whose long wall the wand'ring Tartar bounds; “ Heav'ns! what a pile! whole ages perish there, “ And one bright blaze turns learning into air. " Thence to the south extend thy gladden'd eyes ; There rival flames with equal glory rise,

80 “ From shelves to shelves see greedy Vulcan roll, “ And lick up all their physic of the soul.

“ How little, mark! that portion of the ball, • Where, faint at best, the beams of science fall : “ Soon as they dawn, from Hyperborean skies 85 « Embody'd dark, what clouds of Vandals rise ! “ Lo! where Mæotis sleeps, and hardly flows • The freezing Tanais thro' a waste of snows, u The North by myriads pours her mighty sons, « Great nurse of Goths, of Alans, and of Huns ! 90 “ See Alaric's stern port! the martial frame « Of Genseric! and Attila's dread name! “ See the bold Ostrogoths on Latium fall ; “ See the fierce Visigoths on Spain and Gaul ! “ See, where the morning gilds the palmy shore 95 (The soil that arts and infant letters bore)

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VER. 75. Chi Ho-am-ti Emperor of China, the same who built the great wall between China and Tartary, destroyed all the books and learned men-of that empire.

WARBURTON. Ver. 81, 82. The Caliph, Omar I., having conquered Egypt, caused his General to burn the Ptolemean library, on the gates of which was this inscription, YTXHE IATPEION, the Physic of the Soul.

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« His conq'ring tribes th’ Arabian prophet draws, “ And saving ignorance enthrones by laws. “ See Christians, Jews, one heavy sabbath keep, " And all the western world believe and sleep.

“ Lo! Rome herself, proud mistress now no more “ Of arts, but thund'ring against heathen lore; “ Her grey-hair'd synods damning books unread, “ And Bacon trembling for his brazen head. “ Padua, with sighs, beholds her Livy burn, 105

And ev’n th? Antipodes Virgilius mourn. " See, the cirque falls, th' unpillar'd temple nods, “ Streets pav'd with heroes, Tyber choak'd with

gods : « Till Peter's keys some christ'ned Jove adorn, " And Pan to Moses lends his “ See graceless Venus to a virgin turn'd, « Or Phidias broken, and Apelles buru'd.

“ Behold yon' isle, by palmers, pilgrims trod, “ Men bearded, bald, cowl’d, uncowl'd, shod, unshod,

« Peeld, ; Ver. 26. (The soil that arts and infant letters bore)] Phænicia; Syria, &c. wiere letters are said to have been invented. In these countries Mahomet begin his conqueses.

WARBURTON. Ver. 109. Till Peter's keys some christ'ned Fove adorn,] After the government of Rome devolved to the Popes, their zeal was for some time exerted in demolishing the heathen temples and statues, so that the Goths scarce destroyed more monuments of antiquity. out of rage, than these out of devotion. At length they spared some of the temples, hy converting them to churches; and some of the statues, by modifying them into images of saints. In much Jater times, it was thought necessary to change the statues of the Apollo and Pallas, on the tomb of Sannazarius, into David and Judith ; the lyre easily became a harp, and the Gorgon's head turned to that of Holofernes.

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« Peel'd, patch'd, and pyebald, linsey-woolsey bro

thers, « Grave mummers ! sleeveless some, and shirtless others.

115 “ That once was Britain ~ Happy! had she seen o No fiercer sons, had Easter never been. In peace, great Goddess, ever be ador'd; “ How keen the war, if Dulness draw the sword ! “ Thus visit not thy own! on this blest age « Oh spread thy influence, but restrain thy rage.

« And see, my Son! the hour is on its way, « That lifts our Goddess to imperial sway ; “ This fav’rite isle, long-sever'd from her reign, 125 Dove-like, she gathers to her wings again. « Now look thro' fate! behold the scene she draws ! " What aids, what armies to assert her cause ! “ See all her progeny, illustrious sight! • Behold, and count them, as they rise to light. 130 “ As Berecynthia, while her offspring vye In homage to the mother of the sky, « Surveys around her, in the blest abode, “ An hundred sons, and ev'ry son a God: “ Not with less glory mighty Dulness crown'd, 135 “ Shall take thro' Grub-street her triumphant round;

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VER, 117, 118, Happy! - bad Easter never been.) Wars in England anciently, ahout the right time of celebrating Easter.

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“ And hep Parnassus glancing o'er at once, “ Behold an hundred sons, and each a dunce. “ Mark first that youth who takes the foremost

place, “ And thrusts his person full into your

face.

140 66 With all thy father's virtues blest, be born! “ And a new Cibber shall the stage adorn.

“ A second see, by meeker manners known, • And modest as the maid that sips alone; “ From the strong fate of drams if thou get free, “ Another Durfey, Ward ! shall sing in thee. 146 “ Thee shall each ale-house, thee each gill-house

mourn, 6 And answ'ring gin-shops sourer sighs return.

“ Jacob, the scourge of grammar, mark with awe, “ Nor less revere him, blunderbuss of law.

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Ver. 149. in the first edit. it was,

Woolston, the scourge of scripture, mark with awe!

And mighty Jacob, blunderbuss of law! WARBURTON. Ver. 149. Jacob, the scourge of grammar, mark with awe, “ This gentleman is son of a considerable maltster of Romsey in Southamptonshire, and bred to the law under a very eminent attorney: who, between his more laborious studies, has diverted himself with poetry. He is a great admirer of poets and their works, which has occasioned him to try his genius that way. - He has writ in prose the Lives of the Poets, Essays, and a great many law-books, The Accomplish'd Conveyancer, Modern Justice," & C. Giles Jacob of himself, Lives of Poets, vol. i. He very grossly: and unprovoked, abused in that book the author's friend, Mr. Gay.

WARBURTON. VER. 149, 150. Jacob, the scourge of grammar, mark with awe,

Nor less revere bim, blunder buss of law.] There may seem some error in these verses, Mr. Jacob having

proved

แ « Lo P-p-le's brow, tremendous to the town, “ Horneck’s fierce eye, and Roome's funereal frown.

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proved our author to have a respect for him, by this undeniable argument.' " He had once a regard for my judgment; otherwise he would never have subscribed two guineas to me, for one small book in octavo." Jacob's Letter to Dennis, printed in Dennis's Remarks on the Dunciad, p. 49. Therefore I should think the appellation of blunderbuss to Mr. Jacob, like that of thunderbolt to Scipio, was meant in his honour.

Mr. Dennis argues the same way. My writings having made great impression on the minds of all sensible men, Mr. P. repented, and, to give proof of his repentance, subscribed to my two volumes of select works, and afterwards to my two volumes of letters.” Ibid. p. We should hence believe, the name of Mr. Dennis hath also crept into this poem by some mistake. But from hence, gentle reader! thou may'st beware, when thou givest thy money to such authors, not to flatter thyself that thy motives are goodnature or charity

WARBURTON. Ver. 151. Lo P-ple's brow, &c.] In the former edit.'

Haywood, Centlivre, glories of their race,
Lo Horneck's fierce, and Roome's funereal face.

WARBURTON Ver 152. Horneck and Roome] These two were virulent party-writers, worthily coupled together, and one would think prophetically, since after the publishing of this piece, the former dying, the latter succeeded him in bonour and employment. The first was Philip Horneck, author of a Billingsgate paper, called The High German Doctor. Edward Roome was son of an undertaker for funerals in Fleet-street, and writ some of the papers called Pasquin, where by malicious inuendos he endeavoured to represent our author guilty of malevolent practices with a great man then under the prosecution of Parliament. Of this man was made the following epigram :

“ You ask why Roome diverts you with his jokes,

Yet if he writes, is dull as other folks;
You wonder at it. This, Sir, is the case,

The jest is lost unless he prints his face." Popple was the author of some vile plays and pamphlets. He published abuses on our author in a paper called the Prompter.

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