ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY*. WHAT NOTES. Oh * See the Duke of Buckingham's Verfes to a Lady defigning to retire into a Monaftery, compared with Mr. Pope's Letters to feveral Ladies, p. 206. quarto Edition. She feems to be the fame person whose unfortunate death is the fubject of this poem. VER. 1. What beck'ning ghoft,] "What gentle ghoft befprent with April dew, And beck'ning wooes me?". РОРЕ. BEN JOHNSON. The cruelties of her relations, the defolation of the family, the being deprived of the rites of fepulture, the circumstance of dying in a country remote from her relations, are all touched with great tenderness and pathos, particularly the four lines from the 51ft: By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd; Which lines may remind one of that exquisite stroke in the Philoctetes of Sophocles, who, among other afflicting circumstances, had not near him any culgopov opa. ver. 171. The true caufe of the excellence of this Elegy is, that the occafion of it was real ; fo true is the maxim, that nature is more powerful than fancy; and Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly! tell, Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well? Why bade ye elfe, ye Pow'rs! her foul afpire NOTES. 5 10 15 20 Like and that we can always feel more than we can imagine; and that the most artful fiction must give way to truth, for this Lady was beloved by Pope. After many and wide enquiries, I have been informed that her name was Wainfbury; and that (which is a fingular circumftance) fhe was as ill-fhaped and deformed as our author. Her death was not by a fword, but, what would less bear to be told poetically, he hanged berfelf. Johnson has too feverely cenfured this Elegy, when he fays, "that it has drawn much attention by the illaudable fingularity, of treating suicide with respect;" and, "that poetry has not often been worse employed, than in dignifying the amorous fury of a raving girl.” She feems to have been driven to this defperate act by the violence and cruelty of her uncle and guardian, who forced her to a convent abroad; and to which circumftance Pope alludes in one of his letters. WARTON, VER. 6. to love too well?] Steevens quotes Crafhaw, "To love too well." It is furely an expreffion fufficiently common. Like Eastern Kings a lazy state they keep, And fep'rate from their kindred dregs below; Nor left one virtue to redeem her Race. But thou, falfe guardian of a charge too good, These cheeks now fading at the blast of death; Thus fhall your wives, and thus your children fall: The gaze of fools, and pageant of a day! 25 30 35 40 So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow 45 For others good, or melt at others woe. NOTES. VER. 41. Lo! thefe were they,] Iliad. ix. 749. That What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade!) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier, By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, 51 By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By flangers honour'd, and by ftrangers mourn'd! What tho' no friends in fable weeds appear, 55 Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, To midnight dances, and the public show? NOTES. ба What VER. 59. What tho' no weeping Loves, &c.] This beautiful little Elegy had gained the unanimous admiration of all men of tafte. When a Critic comes-But hold; to give his observation fair play, let us first analize the Poem. The Ghost of the injured perfon appears to excite the Poet to revenge her wrongs. He defcribes her Character-execrates the author of her misfortunes— expatiates on the feverity of her fate-the rites of fepulture denied her in a foreign land: Then follows, "What tho' no weeping Loves thy afhes grace," &c. "Yet fhall thy grave with rifing flowers be dreft," &c. Can any thing be more naturally pathetic? Yet the Critic tells us, He can give no quarter to this part of the poem, which is eminently, he fays, discordant with the subject, and not the language of the heart. But when he tells us, That it is to be afcribed to imitation, copying indifcreetly what has been faid by others, [Elements of Crit. vol. ii. p. 182.3 his Criticifm begins to fmell furioufly of old John Dennis. Well might our Poet's laft with be, to commit his writings to the candour of a fenfible and reflecting judge, rather than to the malice of every fhort-fighted and malevolent critic." WARBURTON. |