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From his nose
So shall I,
Lofty Poet! touch the sky.
Praguit Frauen Xasur
[The following translation exists in the handwriting of Mr. Fermor, of Tusmore, the last of the name, who devised his estates in trust for his
daughter, Maria, wife of Captain John Turner Ramsay. Mr. Fermor prefaces the verses with this statement: "The following translation was made at
the desire of the Rev. Mr. Brown, chaplain to Mr. Caryl, of Lady-holt, a Roman Catholic gentleman, on Mr. Pope, our celebrated poet, making a visit there, who, being requested by Mr. Brown to translate the following hymn or rythmus, composed by St. Francis Xavier, Apostle of the Indies, on the morn ing after produced what follows."-A copy of the Hymn was sent to the Gentleman's Magazine, by a correspondent from Baltimore, and appears in the number for October, 1791. The correspondent of the magazine says he received it, nearly forty years before, from Mr. Brown, who died some time after, aged about ninety. "This venerable man had lived in England, as domestic chaplain in the family of the Mr. Caryl to whom Mr. Pope inscribes the Rape of the Lock, in the beginning of that poem; and at whose house he spent much of his time in the early and gay part of his life. I was informed by Mr. Brown, that, seeing the poet often amuse the family with verses of gallantry, he took the liberty one day of requesting him to change the subject of his compositions, and to devote his talents to the translating of the Latin hymn."]
HOU art my God, sole object of my love;
Not for the hope of endless joys above;
1 Oratio à Sancto Xaverio composita.
O Deus! ego amo te:
Tu, tu, mî Jesu! totum me
Tulisti clavos, lanceam,
Multamque ignominiam ;
Sudores, et angores,
TO THE RIGHT HON. THE EARL OF OXFORD,
UPON A PIECE OF NEWS IN MIST, THAT THE REV. MR. W. REFUSED TO WRITE AGAINST MR. POPE BECAUSE HIS BEST PATRON HAD A
FRIENDSHIP FOR THE SAID MR. P.1
WESLEY, if Wesley 'tis they mean,
Would his best patron let his pen
What patron this, a doubt must be,
That both were good must be confess'd;
But which to him will be the best
The Lord of Oxford knows.
1 From Nichols's Literary Anecdotes. The "W." alluded to was the Rev. Samuel Wesley, and "Father Francis," the Bishop of Rochester, then in exile.
TRANSLATION OF A PRAYER OF BRUTUS.
[The Rev. Aaron Thompson, of Queen's College, Oxon., translated the Chronicle of Geoffrey of Monmouth. He submitted the translation to Pope, 1717, who gave him the following lines, being a translation of a prayer Brutus]:
ODDESS of woods, tremendous in the chase,
To mountain wolves and all the savage race,
LINES IN EVELYN'S BOOK OF COINS.
TOM Wood of Chiswick, deep divine,
["Wrote in Evelyn's book of coins given by Mr. Wood to Kent: he (Mr. Wood) had objected against the word trio, in Mr. Pope's father's epitaph." The lines, with this explanation, were communicated to Notes and Queries, March 13, 1851, by the Rev. R. Hotchkin, Thimbleby Rectory, from a copy by Mason the poet.]
LINES ON SWIFT'S ANCESTORS.
[Swift put up a plain monument to his grandfather, and also presented a cup to the church of Goodrich, or Gotheridge (Herefordshire). He sent a pencilled elevation of the monument (a simple tablet) to Mrs. Howard, who returned it with the following lines inscribed on the drawing by Pope. The paper is indorsed, in Swift's hand, "Model of a Monument for my grandfather, with Mr. Pope's roguery.'"-Scott's Life of Swift] :—
By fatherige, motherige,
To come from Gotherige,
In this church he has put
LINES TO LORD BATHURST.
[The following lines were first published by Mr. Mitford, in one of the notes to Gray's Correspondence, 1843. An extract from the poet's printed Correspondence, part of a letter addressed to Lord Bathurst, will illustrate the verses :-"I believe you are by this time immersed in your vast wood; and one may address to you as to a very abstracted person, like Alexander Selkirk, or the self-taught philosopher. I should be very curious to know what sort of contemplations employ you. I remember the latter of those I mentioned gave himself up to a devout exercise of making his head giddy with various circumrotations, to imitate the motions of the celestial bodies. I do not think it at all impossible that Mr. L. may be far advanced in that exercise, by frequent turns towards the several aspects of the heavens, to which you may have been pleased to direct him in search of prospects and new avenues. He will be tractable in time, as birds are tamed by being whirled about: and doubtless come not to despise the meanest shrubs or coppice wood, though naturally he seems more inclined to admire God in his greater works, the tall timber." The "Mr. L." of this letter is evidently the "Lewis" of the verses]:
WOOD!" quoth Lewis, and with that
He laugh'd, and shook his sides of fat.
It is, my lord, a mere conundrum
To call things woods for what grows under 'em.
Can only constitute a coppice.