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him most entertainment; and by this method, at fifteen he gained a ready habit in the learned languages, to which he soon after added the French and Italian. Upon his retreat to the forest, he became first acquainted with the writings of Waller, Spenser, and Dryden; in the last of which he immediately found what he wanted, and the poems of that excellent writer were never out of his hands; they became his model, and from them alone he learned the whole magic of his versification.
The first of our author's compositions now extant in print, is an Ode on Solitude, written before he was twelve years old ; which, considered as the production of so early an age, is a perfect masterpiece: nor need he be ashamed of it had it been written in the meridian of his genius; while it breathes the most delicate spirit of poetry, it at the same time demonstrates his love of solitude, and the rational pleasåres which attend the retreats of a contented country life.
Two years after this he translated the First Book of Statius's Thebais, and wrote a copy of verses on Silence, in imitation of the Earl of Rochester's Poem on Nothing. Thus we find him no sooner capable of holding the pen than he employed it in writing verses :
" He lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came." Though we have had frequent opportunity to observe that poets have given early displays of genius, yet we cannot recollect that amongst the inspired tribe one can be found who, at the age of twelve, could produce so animated an ode, or at the age of fourteen, translate from the Latin. It has been reported indeed concerning Mr. Dryden, that when he was at Westminster school, the master, who had assigned a poetical task to some of the boys of writing a paraphrase on our Saviour's miracle of turning water into wine, was perfectly astonished when young Dryden presented him
with the following line, which he asserted was the best comment could be written upon it;
The conscious water saw its God and blush'd.
This was the only instance of an early appear, ance of genius in this great man, for he was turned of thirty before he acquired any reputation; an age in which Mr. Pope's was in its full distinction,
The year following, that in which Mr. Pope wrote his poem on Silence, he began an epic poem, entitled Alcander, which he afterwards very judi. ciously committed to the flames, as he did likewise a comedy and a tragedy; the latter taken from a story in the legend of St. Genevie, both of these being the product of those early days : but his Pastorals, which were written in 1704, when he was only sixteen years of age, were esteemed by Sir William Trumbal, Mr. Granville, Mr. Wycherley, Mr. Walsh, and other of his friends, too valuable to be condemned to the same fate.
The three great writers of pastoral dialogue, which Mr. Pope, in some measure seems to imitate, are Theocritus, Virgil, and Spenser ; Mr. Pope is of opinion that Theocritus excels all others in nature and simplicity.
That Virgil, who copies Theocritus, refines on his original ; and in all points, in which judgment has the principal part, is much superior to his master.
That among the moderns, their success has been greatest who have most endeavoured to make these ancients their pattern. The most considerable genius appears in the famous Tasso, and our Spenser. Tasso, in his Aminta, as far excelled all pastoral writers, as in his Gierusalemme, he has outdone the epic poets of his own country. But as this piece seems to have been the original of a new sort of poem, the pastoral comedy, in Italy, it cannot so well be considered as a copy of the ancients. Spenser's Calendar, in Mr. Dryden's opinion, is the most complete work of this kind.
whiclı any nation has produced ever since the time of Virgil; but this he said before Mr. Pope's Pastorals appeared.
Mr. Walsh pronounces on our Shepherd's Boy (as Mr. Pope called himself) the following judg. ment, in a letter to Mr. Wycherley :
* The verses are very tender and easy. The Au"thor seems to have a particular genius for that "kind of poetry, and a judgment that much ex
ceeds the years you told me he was of. It is Do flattery at all to say, that Virgil had written nothing so good at his age. I shall take it as a "favour if you will bring me acquainted with "bim; and if he will give himself the trouble,
any morning, to call at my house, I shall be
very glad to read the verses with him, and give “ him my opinion of the particulars more largely " than I can well do in this letter.”
Thus early was Mr. Pope introduced to the acquaintance of men of genius, and so improved every advantage, that he made a more rapid progress towards a consummation in fame than any of our former English poets. His Messiah, his Windsor Forest, (the first part of which was writ. ten at the same time with his Pastorals) his Essay on Criticism in 1709, and his Rape of the Lock in 1712, established his poetical character in such a manner, that he was called upon by the public voice to enrich our language with the translation of the Iliad, which he began at twenty-five, and executed in five years. This was published for his own benefit, by subscription, the only kind of reward which he received for his writings, which do honour to our age and country, his religion ren. dering him incapable of a place, which the Lord Treasurer Oxford used to express his concern for, bat without offering him a pension, as the Earl of Halifax and Mr. Secretary Craggs afterwards did, though Mr. Pope declined it. The reputation of Mr. Pope gaining every day upon the world, he was caressed, flattered, and railed at, according as he was feared or loved by different persons. Mr. Wycherley was among the first authors of established reputation who contributed to advance his fame, and with whom he for some time lived in the most unreserved intimacy. This poet, in his old age, conceived a design of publishing his poems; and as he was but a very imperfect master of numbers, he intrusted his manuscripts to Mr. Pope, and submitted them to his correction. The freedom which our young bard was under a necessity to use, in order to polish and refine what was in the original rough, unhar. monious, and indelicate, proved disgustful to the old gentleman, then near seventy, who, perhaps, was a little ashamed that a boy at sixteen should so severely correct his works. Letters of dissatis. faction were written by Mr. Wycherley, and at last he informed him, in few words, that he was going out of town, without mentioning to what place, and did not expect to hear from him till he came back. This cold indifference extorted from Mr. Pope a protestation, that nothing should induce him ever to write to him again. Notwithstanding this peevish behaviour of Mr. Wycherley, occasioned by jealousy and infirmities, Mr. Pope preserved a constant respect and reverence for him while he lived, and after his death lamented him. In a letter to Edward Blount, Esq. written immediately upon the death of this poet, he has there related some anecdotes of Wycherley, which we shall here insert.
“ Dear Sir, “ I know of nothing that will be so interesting “ to you at present as some circumstances of the
last act of that eminent comic poet, and our " friend, Wycherley. He had often told me, as I “ doubt not he did all his acquaintance, that he “ would marry as soon as his life was despaired “ of; accordingly a few days before his death he "underwent the ceremony, and joined together
those two sacraments, which wise men say should " be the last we receive; for, if you observe, ma“trimony is placed after extreme unction in our
catechism, as a kind of hint as to the order of " time in which they are to be taken. The old
man then lay down satisfied in the conscience of having, by this one act, paid his just debts, “ obliged a woman who, he was told, had merit, " and shown an heroic resentment of the ill usage “ of his next heir. Some hundred pounds which " he had with the lady discharged those debts; a “ jointure of four hundred a-year made her a re
compence; and the nephew he left to comfort “ himself, as well as he could, with the miserable “ remains of a mortgaged estate. I saw our friend twice after this was done, less peevish in his “ sickness than he used to be in bis health, nei" ther much afraid of dying, nor (which in him “ had been more likely) much ashamed of marry“ing. The evening before he expired he called “ his young wife to the bed side, and earnestly " entreated her not to deny him one request, the “ last he should ever make: upon her assurance “ of consenting to it, he told her, ‘My dear, it is
only this, that you will never marry an old man " again.' I cannot help remarking, that sickness “ which often destroys both wit and wisdom, yet “ seldom has power to remove that talent we call “ humour : Mr. Wycherley shewed this even in “this last compliment, though I think his request " a little hard; for why should he bar her from “ doubling her jointure on the same easy terms."
One of the most affecting and tender compositions of Mr. Pope, is his Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, built on a true story. We are informed in the Life of Pope, for which Curl obtained a patent, that this young lady was a particular favorite of the poet, though it is not as. certained whether he himself was the person.from whom she was removed. This young lady was of