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Or issue Members of an Annual feast.
Nor pass the meanest unregarded, one
Rose a Gregorian, one a Gormogon.1
The last, not least in honour or applause,
Isis and Cam made DocTORS of her LAWS.2
Then, blessing all, "Go, Children of my care!
To Practice now from Theory repair.
All my commands are easy, short, and full :
My Sons! be proud, be selfish, and be dull.
Guard my Prerogative, assert my Throne:
This Nod confirms each Privilege your own."
The Cap and Switch be sacred to his Grace;* 585
With Staff and Pumps the Marquis lead the
Race;

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From Stage to Stage the licensed Earl may

run,

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1 A sort of Lay-brothers, Slips from the Root of the Freemasons.-P. W.

2 Pope refused the degree of D.C.L. at Oxford because the University did not at the same time confer the degree of D.D. on Warburton.

3 This speech of Dulness to her Sons at parting may possibly fall short of the Reader's expectations; who may imagine the Goddess might give them a Charge of more consequence, and, from such a Theory as is before delivered, incite them to the practice of something more extraordinary than to personate RunningFootmen, Jockeys, Stage-Coachmen, &c.

But if it be well considered that whatever inclination they might have to do mischief, her sons are generally rendered harmless by their inability; and that it is the common effect of Dulness (even in her greatest efforts) to defeat her own design; the Poet, I am persuaded, will be justified, and it will be allowed that these worthy persons, in their several ranks, do as much as can be expected from them.-P. W.

4 The Duke of Devonshire. The Marquis in the next line is his son the Marquis of Hartington.— Courthope.

The Earl of Salisbury, who took the property of a Stage Coach and drove it himself. - Walpole.

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Paired with his Fellow-Charioteer the Sun;
The learned Baron Butterflies design,
Or draw to silk Arachne's subtile line;
The Judge to dance his brother Serjeant call;
The Senator at Cricket urge the Ball;
The Bishop stow (Pontific Luxury !)
An hundred Souls of Turkeys in a pie;
The sturdy Squire to Gallic masters stoop, 595
And drown his Lands and Manors in a Soupe.
Others import yet nobler arts from France,
Teach Kings to fiddle, and make Senates dance.
Perhaps more high some daring son may soar,
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And nobly conscious, Princes are but things
Born for First Ministers, as Slaves for Kings,
Tyrant supreme! shall three Estates command,
And MAKE ONE MIGHTY DUNCIAD OF THE LAND!"
More she had spoke, but yawned-All Nature

nods:

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What Mortal can resist the Yawn of Gods ?1

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1 This is one of the most ingenious employments assigned, and therefore recommended only to Peers of Learning. Of weaving Stockings of the Webs of Spiders, see the Phil. Trans.-P. W.

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Alluding, perhaps, to that ancient and solemn Dance, entitled A Call of Serjeants.-P. W.

An ancient amusement of Sovereign Princes, viz., Achilles, Alexander, Nero; though despised by Themistocles, who was a Republican.-Make Senates dance, either after their Prince, or to Pontoise, or Siberia.-P. W. See Moral Essays iii. 44.

✦ This verse is truly Homerical; as is the conclusion of the Action, where the great Mother composes all, in the same manner as Minerva at the period of the Odyssey. It may, indeed, seem a very singular Epitasis of a Poem to end as this does with a Great Yawn; but we must consider it as the Yawn of a God, and of powerful effects. It is not out of nature; most long and grave Counsels concluding in this very manner: nor without authority, the incomparable

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Churches and Chapels instantly it reached;
(St. James's first, for leaden G-2 preached)
Then catched the Schools; the Hall scarce kept
awake;

The Convocation gaped, but could not speak : 610
Lost was the Nation's Sense, nor could be found,
While the long solemn Unison went round:
Wide, and more wide, it spread o'er all the realm;
Ev'n Palinurus nodded at the Helm :3
The Vapour mild o'er each Committee crept;
Unfinished Treaties in each Office slept;
And Chiefless Armies dozed out the Campaign;

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Spenser having ended one of the most considerable of his works with a Roar; but then it is the Roar of a Lion, the effects whereof are described as the Catastrophe of the Poem.—P. W.

The Progress of this Yawn is judicious, natural, and worthy to be noted. First it seizeth the Churches and Chapels; then catcheth the Schools, where, though the boys be unwilling to sleep, the Masters are not; next Westminster-hall, much more hard indeed to subdue, and not totally put to silence, even by the Goddess; then the Convocation, which though extremely desirous to speak, yet cannot even the House of Commons, justly called the Sense of the Nation, is lost (that is to say suspended) during the Yawn (far be it from our Author to suggest it could be lost any longer!), but it spreadeth at large all over the rest of the Kingdom, to such a degree, that Palinurus himself (though as incapable of sleeping as Jupiter) yet noddeth for a moment: the effect of which, though ever so momentary, could not but cause some relaxation, for the time, in all public affairs.-Scriblerus.-P. W.

2 Dr. Gilbert, Bishop of Salisbury (afterwards Archbishop of York). He had never given Pope any particular offence, but he had attacked Dr. King, of Oxford, whom Pope respected.-Warton.

3 Young's. Universal Passion, Sat. vii. 225: "What felt thy Walpole, pilot of the realm! Our Palinurus slept not at the helm." -Wakefield.

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And Navies yawned for Orders on the Main.'
O Muse! relate (for you can tell alone,
Wits have short Memories, and Dunces none,)
Relate, who first, who last resigned to rest; 621
Whose Heads she partly, whose completely,
blessed;

What Charms could Faction, what Ambition lull,

The Venal quiet, and entrance the Dull; 'Till drowned was Sense, and Shame, and Right, and Wrong

625 O sing, and hush the Nations with thy Song!

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In vain, in vain,-the all-composing Hour

1 These verses were written many years ago, and may be found in the State Poems of that time. So that Scriblerus is mistaken, or whoever else have imagined this Poem of a fresher date.-P. W.

From a poem by Halifax on Orpheus and Margarita :

"And when the tawny Tuscan raised her strain, Rook furls his sails, and dozes on the main : Treaties unfinished in the office sleep,

And Shovel yawns for orders on the deep."

-Wakefield.

2 This seems to be the reason why the Poets, whenever they give us a Catalogue, constantly call for help on the Muses, who, as the Daughters of Memory, are obliged not to forget anything. So Homer, Iliad ii. :

Πληθὺν δ ̓ οὐκ ἂν ἐγὼ μυθήσομαι οὐδ ̓ ὀνομήνω,
Εἰ μὴ Ὀλυμπιάδες Μοῦσαι, Διὸς αἰγιόχοιο
Θυγατέρες, μνησαίαθ'.

And Virgil, Æn. vii.:

"Et meministis enim, Divæ, et memorare potestis: Ad nos vix tenuis famæ perlabitur aura.

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But our Poet had yet another reason for putting this task upon the Muse, that, all besides being asleep, she only could relate what passed.-Scriblerus.-P. W.

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Resistless falls: the Muse obeys the Power.
She comes! she comes! the sable Throne behold1
Of Night primæval, and of Chaos old!
Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay,
And all its varying Rain-bows die away.
Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires,
The meteor drops, and in a flash expires.
As one by one, at dread Medea's strain,
The sickening stars fade off the ethereal plain;
As Argus' eyes,2 by Hermes' wand oppressed,
Closed one by one to everlasting rest;
Thus at her felt approach, and secret might,
Art after Art goes out, and all is Night.
See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled,3
Mountains of Casuistry heaped o'er her head!
Philosophy, that leaned on Heaven before,
Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more;
Physic of Metaphysic begs defence,
And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense !
See Mystery to Mathematics fly!

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In vain they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion blushing veils her sacred fires,

And unawares Morality expires.

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Nor public Flame, nor private, dares to shine;

1 The sable Thrones of Night and Chaos, here represented as advancing to extinguish the light of the Sciences, in the first place blot out the colours of Fancy, and damp the fire of Wit, before they proceed to their greater work.-Warburton.

2 "Et quamvis sopor est oculorum parte receptus, Parte tamen vigilat

-Vidit Cyllenius omnes

Succubuisse oculos," etc.-Ovid, Met. i.-P.

3 Alluding to the saying of Democritus, that Truth lay at the bottom of a deep well, from whence he had drawn her though Butler says, He first put her in, before he drew her out.-P.

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