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She fees a Mob of Metaphors advance,
Pleas'd with the madness of the mazy dance;
How Tragedy and Comedy embrace ;
How Farce and Epic get a jumbled race;
How Time himself ftands still at her command,
Realms fhift their Place, and Ocean turns to land.
Here gay Defcription Egypt glads with fhow'rs,
Or gives to Zembla fruits, to Barca flow'rs;
Glitt'ring with ice here hoary hills are seen,
There painted vallies of eternal green,
In cold December fragrant chaplets blow,
And heavy harvests nod beneath the fnow.

All thefe, and more, the cloud-compelling Queen
Beholds thro' fogs, that magnify the fcene.

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"tin word Popa, which fignifies a little Wart; or from poppyf 66 ma, because he was continually popping out fquibs of wit, or ra"ther Popyfmata, or Popyfms." DENNIS on Hom. and Daily Journal, June 11, 1728.

VER. 70. &c. How Farce and Epic-How Time himself. &c.] Allude to the tranfgreffions of the Unities in the Plays of fuch poets. For the miracles wrought upon Time and Place, and the mixture of Tragedy and Comedy, Farce and Epic, fee Pluto and Proferpine, Penelope, &c. if yet extant.

VER. 73. Egypt glads with fhow'rs,] In the lower Egypt Rain is of no ufe, the overflowing of the Nile being fufficient to impregnate the foil -These fix verses reprefent the Inconfiftencies in the defcriptions of poets, who heap together all glittering and gawdy Images, though incompatible in one feason, or in one

fcene.

See the Guardian N° 40. parag. 6. See alfo Eufden's whole works, if to be found. It would not have been unpleasant to

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VER. 79. The cloud compelling Queen] From Homer's Epithet of Jupiter, νεφεληγερέτα Ζεύς.

She, tinfel'd o'er in robes of varying hues,

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With felf-applause her wild creation views; Sees momentary monsters rife and fall,' And with her own fools-colours gilds them all. 'Twas on the Day, when ** rich and grave, Like Cimon, triumph'd both on land and wave: (Pomps without guilt, of bloodless swords and maces, Glad Chains, warm furs, broad banners, and broad s faces)

Now night defcending, the proud scene was o'er,

But liv'd in Settle's numbers, one day more.

VER. 85 in the former Editions,

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'Twas on the day when Thorold rich and grave. Sir George Thorald, Lord Mayor of London in the year 1720.

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have given Examples of all thofe fpecies of bad writing from thefe Authors, but that is already done in our Treatife of the.. Bathos.

VER. 83 Sees momentary monsters rife and fall, And with her own fools colours gilds them all. i. e. Sets off unnatural conceptions in falfe and tumid expreffion.

VER. 85, 86. 'Twas on the Day, when ** rich and grave, Like Cimon, triumph'd] Viz. a Lord Mayor's Day; his name the author had left in blanks, but most certainly could never be that which the Editor foifted in formerly, and which no way agrees with the chronology of the poem.

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The proceffion of a Lord Mayor is made partly by land and partly by water.Cimon the famous Athenion General, obtained a victory by fea, and another by land, on the fame day, over the Perfians and Barbarians

VER 88 Glad Chains.] The Ignorance of thefe Moderns! This wa alter'd in one edition to Gold Chains, fhewing more regard to the metal of which the chains of Aldermen are made, than to the beauty of the Latinifm and Græcifim, nay of figurative speech itself: Latas fegetes, glas, for making glad,

&c.

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VER. 90. But liv'd in Settle's numbers, one day more.] A beautiful manner of speaking, ufual with poets in praife of poetry,

Now Mayors and Shrieves all hufh'd and fatiate lay,
Yet eat, in dreams, the custard of the day;
While penfive Poets painful vigils keep,
Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.
Much to the mindful Queen the feast recalls
What City Swans once fung within the walls
Much the revolves their arts, their ancient praise,
And fure fucceffion down from Haywood's days.
She faw, with joy, the line immortal run,
Each fire impreft and glaring in his fon :

So watchful Bruin forms, with plaftic care,
Each growing lump, and brings it to a Bear.
She faw old Pryn in restless Daniel shine,“
And Eufden eke out Blackmore's endless line;

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in which kind nothing is finer than thofe lines of Mr Addifon. Sometimes, mifguided by the tuneful throng,

I look for ftreams immortaliz'd in fong,

That loft in filence and oblivion lic,

Dumb are their fountains, and their channels dry:
Yet run for ever by the Mufes skill,

And in the fmooth defcription murmur still.

Ibid. But liv'd, in Settle's numbers, one day more.] Settle was poet to the city of London. His office was to compofe yearly

panegyrics upon the Lord Mayors, and verfes to be spoken in the Pageants: But that part of the fhows being at length frugally abolished, the employment of City poet ceafed? fo that, upon Settles's demife there was no fucceffor to that place.

VER. 98. John Haywood, whofe Interludes were printed in the time of Henry VIII.

it,

VER. 103. Old Pryn in reftless Daniel] The first edition had

She faw in Norton all his father fhine:

a great mistake! for Daniel De Foe had parts, but Norton De Foe was a wretched writer, and never attempted Poetry. Much more justly is Daniel himself made fucceffor to W. Pryn, both

She faw flow Philips creep like Tate's poor page,
And all the mighty Mad in Dennis rage.

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of whom wrote Verfes as well as Politics:

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as appears by the Poem De jure divino, &c. of De Foe, and by thefe lines in Cowley's Mifcellanies, on the other:

One lately did not fear

(Without the Mufes leave) to plant Verfe here.
But it produc'd fuch bafe, rough, crabbed hedge-
Rhymes, as e'en fet the hearers ears on edge:
Written by William Pryn Efqui-re, the
Year of our Lord, fix hundred thirty three.
Brave Jerfy Mufe! and he's for his high style
Call'd to this day the Homer of the Ifle.

And both thefe Authors had a refemblance in their fates as well as writings, having been alike fentenced to the Pillory.

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VER. 104. And E. den eke out, &c.] Laurence Eufden Poet laureate. Mr Jacob gives a catalogue of fome few only of his works, which were very numerous. Mr Cook, in his Battle of Poets, faith of him,

Eufden, a laurel'd Bard, by fortune rais'd,

By very few was read, by fewer prais'd.

Mr Oldmixon, in his Arts of Logic and Rhetoric, p. 413, 414. affirms, "That of all the Galimatia's he ever met with, none "comes up to fome verfes of this poet, which have as much of "the Ridiculum and the Fuftian in them as can well be jumbled "together, and are of that fort of nonfenfe, which fo perfectly "confounds all Ideas, that there is no distinct one left in the "mind." Farther he fays of him, "That he hath prophesied " his own poetry shall be sweeter than Catullus, Ovid and Tibul"lus; but we have little hope of the accomplishment of it, from "what he hath lately published" Upon which Mr Oldmixon has not fpared a reflection, "That the putting the Laurel on "the head of one who writ fuch verfes, will give futurity a very lively idea of the judgment and justice of those who be"ftowed it" Ibid p. 417. But the well known learning of that Noble Perfon, who was then Lord Chamberlain, might have fcreened him from this unmannerly reflection. Nor ought Mr Oldmixon to complain, so long after, that the laurel would have better become his own brows, or any others: It were more decent to acquiefce in the opinion of the Duke of Buckingham upon this matter:

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In each fhe marks her image full exprest,

But chief in BAYS's monster-breeding breast ;

VER. 108. But chief in Bays's, &c.] In the former Edit. thus
But chief, in Tibbald's monster breeding breaft;
Sees Gods with Dæmons in ftrange league engage,
And earth and heav'n, and hell her battles wage.
She ey'd the bard, where fupperlefs he fat,
And pin'd, unconscious of his rifing fate;
Studious he fat, with all his books around,
Sinking from thought to thought, &c.--

Var. Tibbald ] Author of a pamphlet intitled, Shakespear Reftored. During two whole years, while Mr Pope was preparing his edition of Shakespear, he published Advertisements, requesting affiftance, and promifing fatisfaction to any who could contribute to its greater perfection. But this reftorer, who was at that time folliciting favours of him by Letters, did wholly conceal his defign, till after its publication: (which he was fince not ashamed to own, in a Daily Journal of Nov. 26, 1728.) And then an outcry was made in the prints, that our Author had joined with the Bookfeller to raise an extravagant Jubscription; in which he had no fhare, of which he had now knowledge and against which he had publickly advertised in his own propofals for Homer Probably that proceeding elevated Tibbald to the dignity he holds in this Poem, which he feems to deferve no other way better than his brethren; unless we impute it to the hare he had in the Journals, cited among the Testimonies of·· Authors prefixed to this work.

REMARKS.

In rush'd Eufden, and cry'd; Who fhall have it,
But I, the true Laureate, to whom the King gave it?
Apollo beg'd pardon, and granted his claim,

But vow'd that till then he ne'er heard of his name.

Seffion of Poets. The fame plea might alfo ferve for his Succeffor, Mr Cibber; and is further ftrengthened in the following Epigram made on that occafion :

In merry old England it once was a rule,
The King had his Poet, and alfo his Fool:

But now we're fo frugal, I'd have you to know it,
That Cibber can ferve both for Fool and for Poet.

Of Blackmore. fee Book ii. Of Philips, Book i. ver. 262. and
Book iii prope fin.

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