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THE DEATH OF MR. POPE.
BY J. BROWN, A. M.
PART I. Of the End and Efficacy of Satire. The
Love of Glory and Fear of Shame univerfal, ver. 29.
This Paffion, implanted in Man as a Spur to Virtue,
is generally perverted, ver. 41. And thus becomes
the Occafion of the greatest Follies, Vices, and Mi-
feries, ver. 61. It is the Work of Satire to rectify
this Paffion, to reduce it to its proper Channel, and
to convert it into an Incentive to Wisdom and Virtue,
ver. 89. Hence it appears that Satire may influence
those who defy all Laws Human and Divine, ver. 99.
PART II. Rules for the Conduct of Satire. Justice
and Truth its chief and effential Property, ver. 169.
Prudence in the Application of Wit and Ridicule,
whofe Province is, not to explore unknown, but to
enforce known Truths, ver. 191. Proper Subjects
of Satire are the Manners of prefent Times, ver. 239.
Decency of Expreffion recommended, ver. 255. The
different Methods in which Folly and Vice ought to
be chaftifed, ver. 269. The Variety of Style and
Manner which thefe two Subjects requiré, ver. 277.
The Praise of Virtue may be admitted with Propriety,
ver. 315. Caution with regard to Panegyric, ver.
PART III. The History of Satire. Roman Satirists,
Lucilius, Horace, Perfius, Juvenal, ver. 357, &c.
Causes of the Decay of Literature, particularly of Sa-
tire, ver. 389. Revival of Satire, 401.. Erafmus one
of its principal Reftorers, ver. 405. Donne, ver. 411.
The Abuse of Satire in England, during the licen-
tious Reign of Charles II. ver. 415. Dryden, ver.
The true Ends of Satire purfued by Boileau
in France, ver. 439. and by Mr. Pope in England,
PART I. `
the word the cruel arrow fped;
ATE And Pope lies number'd with the mighty Dead! Refign'd he fell; fuperior to the dart,
That quench'd its rage in Yours, and Britain's Heart: You mourn: but Britain, lull'd in rest profound, (Unconscious Britain!) flumbers o'er her wound. Exulting Dulness ey'd the fetting Light, And flapp'd her wing, impatient for the Night: Rous'd at the fignal, Guilt collects her train, And counts the Triumphs of her growing reign : With inextinguishable rage they burn: And Snake-hung Envy hiffes o'er his Urn : Th' envenom'd Monsters spit their deadly foam, To blaft the Laurel that furrounds his Tomb. But You, O Warburton! whofe eye refin'd Can fee the greatness of an honeft mind; Can fee each Virtue and each Grace unite, And taste the Raptures of a pure Delight; You visit oft his awful Page with Care, And view that bright assemblage treasur'd there; You trace the Chain that links his deep defign, And pour new luftre on the glowing Line. Yet deign to hear the efforts of a Muse, Whofe eye, not wing, his ardent flight purfues: Intent from this great Archetype to draw Satire's bright Form, and fix her equal Law;
Pleas'd if from hence th' unlearn'd may comprehend, And reverence His and Satire's generous End.
In every breaft there burns an active flame,
And Youth and Manhood feel the heart-born fire:
She, Power refiftlefs, rules the wife and great;
Thus Heaven in Pity wakes the friendly Flame,
Thus ftill imperious Nature plies her part;