« PreviousContinue »
Swift as it mounts, all follow with their eyes: 185 Still happy impudence obtains the prize.
Thou triumph'ft, Victor of the high-wrought day,
This I cannot but think the right: For, first, though the difference between burn and glow may feem not very material to others, to me I confefs the latter has an elegance, a je ne fçay quoy, which is much easier to be conceived than explained. Secondly, every reader of our poet must have obferved how frequently he ufes this word glow in other parts of his works: To inftance only in his Homer:
(1.) Iliad ix. ver. 726.-With one refentment glows. (2.) Iliad xi. ver. 626.-There the battle glows. (3.) Ibid. ver. 985.—The clofing flesh that inftant ceas'd to glow.
(4.) Iliad xii. ver. 45.-Encompafs'd Hector glows. (5.) Ibid. ver. 475.-His beating breaft with generous ardour glows.
(6.) Iliad xviii. ver. 591.-Another part glow'd with refulgent arms. (7.) Ibid. ver. 654.- And curl'd on filver props in order glow.
I am afraid of growing too luxuriant in examples, or I could ftretch this catalogue to a great extent; but thefe are enough to prove his fondness for this beautiful word, which, therefore, let all future editions replace here.
I am aware, after all, that burn is the proper word to convey an idea of what was faid to be Mr. Curll's condition at this time: But from that very reason I infer the direct contrary. For furely every lover of our author will conclude he had more humanity than to infult a man on fuch a misfortune or calamity, which could never befal him purely by his own fault, but from an unhappy communication with another. This note is half Mr. Theobald, half SCRIBL.
Osborne, through perfect modefty o'ercome,
Crown'd with the Jordan, walks contented home. 190
Room for my Lord! three Jockeys in his train;
He chinks his purfe, and takes his feat of state:
Then his nice tafte directs our Operas:
Bentley his mouth with claffic flattery opes,
Ver. 205. In former Ed. Welfted.
Ver. 203. Paolo Antonio Rolli,] an Italian Poet, and writer of many Operas in that Language, which, partly by the help of his genius, prevailed in England near twenty years. He taught Italian to fome fine Gentlemen, who affected to direct the Operas.
Ver. 205. Bentley his mouth, &c.] Not fpoken of the famous Dr. Richard Bentley, but of one Tho. Bentley, a fmall critic, who aped his uncle in a little Horace. The great one was intended to be dedicated to the Lord Halifax, but (on a change of the Ministry) was given to the Earl of Oxford; for which reason the little one. was dedicated to his fon the Lord Harley.
But Welfted most the Poet's healing balm
Ver. 207. in the firft Edit.
But Oldmixon the Poet's healing balm, &c. And again in ver. 209. Unlucky Oldmixon!
Ver. 207. Welfted] Leonard Welfted, author of the Triumvirate, or a Letter in verfe from Palamon to Celia at Bath, which was meant for a fatire on Mr. P. and fome of his friends about the year 1718. He writ other things which we cannot remember. Smedley, in his Metamorphofis of Scriblerus, mentions one, the Hymn of a Gentleman to his Creator: And there was another in praise either of a Cellar, or a Garret. L. W. characterized in the p Bag, or the Art of Sinking, as a Didapper, and after as an Eel, is faid to be this perfon, by Dennis, Daily Journal of May 11, 1728. He was alfo characterized under another animal, a Mole, by the author of the enfuing Simile, which was handed about at the fame time:
"Dear Welsted, mark, in dirty hole, "That painful animal, a Mole: "Above ground never born to grow; "What mighty ftir it keeps below! "To make a Mole-hill all his ftrife! "It digs, pokes, undermines for life. "How proud a little dirt to fpread; "Confcious of nothing o'er its head! "Till, labouring on for want of eyes, "It blunders into Light and dies." You have him again in book iii. ver. 169.
While thus each hand promotes the pleasing pain,
What force have pious vows! The Queen of Love 215
As, taught by Venus, Paris learnt the art
Now turn to different sports (the Goddess cries)
Such happy arts attention can command,
When fancy flags, and fenfe is at a stand.
Improve we thefe. Three Cat-calls be the bribe
Ver. 226. With Thunder rumbling from the mustard bowl,] The old way of making Thunder and Mustard were the fame; but fince, it is more advantageously performed by troughs of wood with stops in them. Whether Mr. Dennis was the inventor of that improvement, I know not; but it is certain, that being once at a Tragedy of a new author, he fell into a great paffion at hearing fome, and cried, “ 'Sdeath! that is my Thunder."
And his this Drum, whofe hoarse heroic bafs
Now thousand tongues are heard in one loud din :
Hold (cry'd the Queen): A Cat-call each fhall win ; Equal your merits! equal is your din!
But that this well-difputed game may end,
Sound forth, my Brayers, and the welkin rend.
As when the long-ear'd milky mothers wait At fome fick mifer's triple-bolted gate, For their defrauded, abfent foals they make A moan fo loud, that all the Guild awake; Sore fighs Sir Gilbert, starting at the bray, From dreams of millions, and three groats to pay : So fwells each wind-pipe: Afs intones to Afs, Harmonic twang! of leather, horn, and brass; Such as from labouring lungs th' Enthusiast blows, 255 High founds, attemper'd to the vocal nofe;
Ver. 241, 242. added fince the first Edition.
Ver. 238. Norton,] See ver. 417.-J. Durant Breval, Author of a very extraordinary Book of Travels, and fome Poems. See before, Note on ver. 126.