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So, spirits ending their terrestrial race,
Ascend, and recognize their native place.
This the great mother dearer held than all 269
The clubs of Quidnuncs, or her own Guildhall:
Here stood her opium, here she nurs'd her owls,
And here she plann'd th' imperial seat of fools.

Here to her chosen all her works she shows;
Prose swell’d to verse, verse loit’ring into prose :
How random thoughts now meaning chance to find,
Now leave all memory of sense behind : 276.
How prologues into prefaces decay,
And these to notes are fritter'd quite away :
How index-learning turns no student pale,
Yet holds the eel of science by the tail :

28 How, with less reading than makes felons 'scape, Less human geniùs than God gives an ape, Small thanks to France, and none to Rome or Greece, A past, vamp'd, future, old, reviv'd, new piece, 'Twixt Plautus, Fletcher, Shakespear, and Corneille, Can make a Cibber, Tibbald, or Ozell.

286 The

After ver. 268. in the former edit. followed these two lines,

Raptur’d, he gazes round the dear retreat,

And in sweet numbers celebrates the seat. Var. And in sweet numbers celebrates the stat.] Tibbald writ a poem called the Cave of Poverty, which concludes with a very extraordinary wish, « That some great genius, or man of distinguished merit, may be starved, in order to celebrate her power, and describe her cave.” It was printed in octavo, 1715.

WARBURTON. Ver. 286. Tibbald,) Lewis 'Tibbald (as pronounced), or Theobald (as written), was bred an attorney, and son to an attorney

(says

The goddess then, o'er his anointed head, With mystic words, the sacred opium shed. And lo! her bird (a monster of a fowl, Something betwixt a heideggre and owl)

290 Perch'd

(says Mr. Jacob) of Sittenburn in Kent. He was author of some forgotten plays, translations, and other pieces. He was concerned in a paper called the Censor, and a translation of Ovid. “There is a notorious ideot, 'one hight Whachum, who, from an under spurleather io the law, is become an under-strapper to the playhouse, who hath lately burlesqued the Metamorphoses of Ovid by a vile translation, &c. This fellow is concerned in an impertinent paper called the Censor." Dennis, Rem. on Pope's Hom. p. 9, 10.

WARBURTON. Ibid. Ozell.] “ Mr. John Ozell (if we credit Mr. Jacob) did go to school in Leicestershire, where somebody left him something to live on, when he shall retire from busness. He was designed to be sent to Cambridge, in order for priesthood; but he chose rather to be placed in an office of accounts, in the city, being qualified for the same by his skill in arithmetic, and writing the necessary bands. He has obliged the world with many translations of French plays." JACOB, Lives of Dram. Poets, p. 198.

Mr. Jacob's character of Mr. Ozell" seems vasily short of his merits, and he ought to have further jiustice done him, having since fully confuted all sarcasms on his learning and genius, by an advertisement of Sept. 20,1729, in a paper called The Weekly Medley, &c. " As to my learning, this envious wretch knew, and every body knows, that the whole bench of Bishops, not long ago, were pleased to give me a purse of guineas, for discovering the erroneous translations of the Common-prayer in Portuguese, Spanish, French, Italian, &c. As for my genius, let Mr. Cleland shew better verses in all Pope's works, than Ozell's version of Boileau's Lutrin, which the late Lord Halifax was so pleased with, that he complimented him with leave to dedicate it to him, &c. Let him shew better and truer poetry in the Rape of the Lock, than in Ozell's Rape of the Bucket (la Secchia rapita). And Mr. Toland and Mr. Gildon publicly declared Ozell's translation of Homer to be, as it was prior, so likewise superior to Pope's. Surely, surely, every man is free to deserve well of his country!" John OZELL.

We cannot but subscribe to such reverend testimonies, as those of the bench of Bisbops, Mr. Toland, and Mr. Gildon.

WARBURTON

Perch'd on his crown. “ All hail! and hail again,
My son ! the promis'd land expects thy reign.
Know, Eusden thirsts no more for sack or praise ;
He sleeps among the dull of ancient days ;
Safe, where no critics damn, no duns molest, 295
Where wretched Withers, Ward, and Gildon rest,
And high-born Howard, more majestic sire,
With Fool of Quality completes the quire.

Thou, Ver. 293. Know, Eusden, &c.] In the former edit.

Know, Settle, cloy'd with custard and with praise,
Is gather'd to the dull of ancient days,
Safe where no critics damn, no duns molest,
Where Gildon, Banks, and high-born Howard rest.
I see a king! who leads my chosen sons
To lands that flow with clenches and with puns :
Till each fam'd theatre my empire own:
Till Albian, as Hibernia, bless my throne!
I see! I see! Then rapt she spoke no more.
God save king Tibbald! Grubstreet alleys roar.
So when Jove's block, &c.

WARBURTON. VER. 290. a beideggre] A strange bird from Switzerland, and not (as some have supposed) the name of an eminent person who was a man of parts, and, as was said of Petronius, Arbiter Elegartiarum.

WARBURTON. VER. 296. Withers,] See on ver. 146.

Ibid. Gildon) Charles Gildon, a writer of criticisms and libels of the last age, bred at St. Omer's with the Jesuits; but renouncing popery, he published Blount's books against the Divinity of Christ, the Oracles of Reason, &c. He signalized himself as a critic, having written some very bad plays ; abused Mr. P. very scandalously in an anonymous pamphlet of the life of Mr. Wycherley, printed by Curl; in another, called the New Rehearsal, printed in 1714; in a third, entitled the Complete Art of English Poetry, in two volumes; and others.

WARBURTON. Ver. 297. Howard,] Hon. Edward Howard, author of the British Princes, and a great number of wonderful pieces, celebrated by the late Earls of Dorset and Rochester, Duke of Buckingham, Mr. Waller, &c.

WARBURTON.

Thou, Cibber! thou, his laurel shalt support,
Folly, my son, has still a friend at court.

300
Lift up your gates, ye princes, see him come!
Sound, sound ye viols, be the cat-call dumb !
Bring, bring the madding bay, the drunken vine ;
The creeping, dirty, courtly ivy join.
And thou, his aid-de-camp, lead on my sons, 305
Light-arm'd with points, antitheses, and puns.
Let Bawdry, Billingsgate, my daughters dear,
Support his front, and Oaths bring up the rear :
And under his, and under Archer's wing,
Gaming and Grub-street skulk behind the king. 310

O! when shall rise a monarch all our own, And I, a nursing mother, rock the throne ; 'Twixt prince and people close the curtain draw, Shade him from light, and cover him from law; Fatten the courtier, starve the learned band, 315 And suckle armies, and dry-nurse the land :

Till

Ver. 309, 310. under Archer's wing,- -Gaming, &c.] When the statute against gaming was drawn up, it was represented, that the King, by ancient custom, plays al hazard one night in the year ; and therefore a clause was inserted, with an exception as to that particular. Under this pretence, the groom-porter had a room appropriated to gaming all the summer the court was at Kensington, which His Majesty accidentally being acquainted of, with a just indignation prohibited. It is reported the same practice is yet continued wherever the court resides, and the hazard table there open to all the professed gamesters in town. “ Greatest and justest Sov'REIGN, know you this?

Alas! no more, than Thames' calm bead can know
Whose meads his arms drown, or whose corn o'erflow."

Donne to Queen Eliz.

WARBURTON.

Till senates nod to lullabies divine,
And all be sleep, as at an ode of thine."

She ceas'd. Then swells the chapel-royal throat :
God save king Cibber! mounts in ev'ry note. 320
Familiar White's, God save king Colley ! cries ;
God save king Colley! Drury-lane replies :
To Needham's quick the voice triumphal rode,
But pious Needham dropt the name of God;
Back to the Devil the last echoes roll,

325 And Coll! each butcher roars at Hockley-hole.

So when Jove's block descended from on high, (As sings thy great forefather Ogilby,) Loud thunder to its bottom shook the bog, 329 And the hoarse nation croak'd, God save King Log!

might "

Ver. 319. chapel-royal] The voices and instruments used in the service of the chapel-royal being also employed in the performance of the Birth-day and New-year odes.

WARBURTON. VER. 324. But pious Needbam] A matron of great fame, and very religious in her way; whose constant prayer it was, that she

get enough by her profession to leave it off in cimne, and make her peace with God.” But her fate was not so happy; for being convicted, and set in the pillory, she was (to the lasting shame of all her great friends and votaries) so ill used by the populace, that it put an end to her days.

WARBURTON VER, 325. Back to the Devil] The Devil tavern in Fleet-street, where these odes are usually rehearsed before they are performed at court. Upon which a wit of those times made this epigram : « When laureates make odes, do you ask of what sort ? Do

you ask if they're good, or are evil?
You may judge - From the Devil they come to the court,

And go from the court to the Devil.” WARBURTON. VER. 328. Ogilby God save King Log !] See Ogilby's Esop's Fables, where, in the story of the frogs and their king, this excellent hemistic is to be found.

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