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A LETTER.

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А NOBLE LORD',

ON OCCASION OF SOME LIBELS WRITTEN AND PROPAGATED AT COURT, IN THE YEAR 1732-3.

MY LORD,

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Nov. 30, 1733.

YOUR Lordship's epiftle has been published some days, but I had not the pleasure and pain of feeing it till yesterday: Pain, to think your Lordship should attack me at all; Pleasure, to find that

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This Letter (which was first printed in the Year 1733) bears the fame place in our Author's profe that the Epiftle to Dr. Arbuthnot does in his poetry. They are both Apologetical, repelling the libellous flanders on his Reputation: with this difference, that the Epiftle to Dr. Arbuthnot, his friend, was chiefly directed against Grub-freet Writers, and this Letter to the Noble Lord, his enemy, against Court Scribblers. For the rest, they are both Mafter-pieces in their kinds; That in verfe, more grave, moral, and fublime; This in profe, more lively, critical, and pointed; but equally conducive to what he had most at heart, the vindication of his moral Character: the only thing he thought worth his care in literary altercations; and the first thing he would expect from the good offices of a furviving Friend. WARBURTON.

Lord Hervey, who, together with Lady M. W. Montagu, had written fome fevere lines on him, but certainly after provocation on his part. Lord Hervey is satirized by him under the name of Lord Fanny, and Sporus. He was certainly affected. In one of his Letters from Bath, he says, "The Duchefs of

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you can attack me fo weakly. As I want not the humility, to think myself in every way but one your inferior, it seems but reasonable that I should take the only method either of felf-defence or retaliation, that is left me against a person of your quality and power. And

Marlborough, Congreve, and Lady Rich, are the only people whofe faces I know, whofe names I ever heard, or who, I believe, have any names belonging to them. The rest are a fwarm of wretched beings, fome with half-limbs, fome with none, the ingredients of Pandora's Box PERSONIFIED," &c. Again, "I do not meet a creature without faying to myself, as Lady - did of her femme de chambre, Regardez cet animal, confiderez ce neant, voila un bel ame pour etre immortel !”

He was also very effeminate in person, and used paint. His fpeeches in Parliament prove he had more than "florid impotence." He was Vice-Chamberlain and Privy-Seal to George II. There was an excellent caricature-print published of the combatants, when he fought with Pulteney. Sir Robert Walpole was drawn ftanding as Lord Hervey's Second. For further particulars of this Nobleman, I must refer to Mr. Coxe's Memoirs.

• Intitled, An Epifle to a Do&or of Divinity from a Nobleman ai Hampton-Court, Aug. 28, 1733, and printed the November following for J. Roberts. Fol.

The following advertisement appeared in the Papers, 1733, refpecting this Letter:

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"Whereas a great demand hath been made for an Answer to certain fcurrilous Epifle from a Nobleman to Dr. Sh-r-n; "this is to acquaint the Public, that it hath been hitherto hin"dered by what feemed a denial of that Epiftle by the Noble "Lord, in the Daily Courant of Nov. 22., affirming that no fuch Epiftle was written by him. But whereas that declaration hath "fince been undeclared by the Courant; this is to certify, that unlefs the faid Noble Lord fhall this next week, in a manner as 66 public as the injury, deny the faid Poem to be his, or contra"dict the afperfions therein contained, there will with all speed be "published, a most proper reply to the fame.

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And as by your choice of this weapon, your pen, you generously (and modeftly too, no doubt) meant to put yourself upon a level with me; I will as foon believe that your Lordship would give a wound to a man unarmed, as that you would deny me the use of it in my own defence.

I prefume you will allow me to take the fame liberty in my answer to fo candid, polite, and ingenious a Nobleman, which your Lordship took in yours, to fo grave, religious, and refpectable a clergyman: As you answered his Latin in English, permit me to anfwer your Verse in Profe. And though your Lordfhip's reasons for not writing in Latin, might be ftronger than mine for not writing in Verfe, yet I may plead Two good ones, for this conduct :-the one that I want the talent of spinning a thousand lines in a Day, (which, I think, is as much Time as this fubject deferves,) and the other, that I take your Lordship's Verfe to be as much Profe as this letter. But no doubt it was your choice, in writing to a friend, to renounce all the pomp of Poetry, and give us this excellent model of the familiar.

When I confider the great difference betwixt the rank your Lordship holds in the World, and the rank which your writings are like to hold in the learned world, I prefume that diftinction of ftyle is but

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And Pope, with juftice, of fuch lines may fay,
His Lordship fpins a thoufand in a day.

neceffary,

Epift. p. 6.

neceffary, which you will fee observed through this letter. When I fpeak of you, my Lord, it will be with all the deference due to the inequality which Fortune has made between you and myfelf: but when I fpeak of your writings, my Lord, I must, I can do nothing but trifle.

I fhould be obliged indeed to leffen this Respect, if all the Nobility (and especially the elder brothers) are but so many hereditary fools', if the privilege of Lords be to want brains, if noblemen can hardly write or read", if all their business is but to dress and vote', and all their employment in court, to tell lies, flatter in public, flander in private, be false to each other, and follow nothing but felf-interest *. Blefs me, my Lord, what an account is this you give of them? and what would have been faid of me, had I immolated, in this manner, the whole body of the Nobility, at the stall of a well-fed Prebendary?

Were it the mere Excess of your Lordship's Wit, that carried you thus triumphantly over all the bounds

That to good blood by old prescriptive rules,
Gives right hereditary to be Fools.

Nor wonder that my Brain no more affords,

But recollect the privilege of Lords.

And when you fee me fairly write my name;
For England's fake wifh all could do the fame.
Whilft all our bufinefs is to drefs and vote.
*Courts are only larger families,

The growth of each, few truths, and many lies:
in private fatyrize, in public flatter.

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Epift. p. 6.

Few to each other, all to one point true;
Which one I shan't, nor need explain. ́Adieu.

P. ult.

of decency, I might confider your Lordship on your Pegafus, as a fprightly hunter on a mettled horse; and while you were trampling down all our works, patiently fuffer the injury, in pure admiration of the Noble Sport. But fhould the cafe be quite otherwise, fhould your Lordship be only like a Boy that is run away with; and run away with by a Very Foal; really common charity, as well as respect for a noble family, would oblige me to stop your career, and to help you down from this Pegafus.

Surely the little praise of a Writer fhould be a thing below your ambition: You, who were no fooner born, but in the lap of the Graces; no fooner at school, but in the arms of the Muses; no fooner in the World, but you practised all the fkill of it; no fooner in the. Court, but you poffeffed all the art of it! Unrival'd as you are, in making a figure, and in making a speech, methinks, my Lord, you may well give up the poor talent of turning a Diftich. And why this fondness for Poetry? Profe admits of the two excellencies you most admire, Diction and Fiction: It admits of the talents you chiefly poffefs, a most fertile invention, and most florid expreffion; it is with prose, nay the plainest profe, that you best could teach our nobility to vote, which you justly observe, is half at leaft of their bufinefs': And give me leave to prophefy, it is to your talent in profe, and not in verse,

All their bus'nefs is, to drefs, and vote.

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