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"Mark first that youth who takes the foremost
"A second see, by meeker manners known,
Jacob, the scourge of grammar, mark with awe;
Each cygnet sweet, of Bath and Tunbridge race, 155
v. 149. Jacob, the scourge of grammar, mark with awe.} "This gentleman is a son of a considerable maltster of Romsey, in Southamptonshire, and bred to the law under a very eminent attor ney; who, between his more laborious studies, has diverted himself with poetry. He is a great admirer of poets and their works, which has occasioned him to try his genius that way. He has writ in prose the Lives of the Poets, Essays, and a great many law-books, Accomplished Conveyancer, Modern Justice, &c." Giles Jacob of himself, Lives of Poets, vol. i. He very grossly, and unprovoked, abused in that book the author's friend, Mr. Gay.
v. 152. Horneck---Roome.] These two were very virulent party. writers, worthily coupled together, and, one would think, prophetically; since, after the publishing of this piece, the former dying, the latter succeeded him in honour and employment. The first was Philip Horneck, author of an abusive paper called The High German Doctor. Edward Roome was son of an undertaker for funerals in Fleet-street, and writ some of the papers called Pasquin, where by malicious inuendoes, he endeavoured to represent our author guilty of malevolent practices with a great man then under prosecution of parliament. Of this man was made the following epigram:
"You ask why Roome diverts you with his jokes,
You wonder at it----This, Sir, is the case,
-Popple was the author of some vile plays and pamphlets. He published abuses on our author in a paper called The Prompter. W.
153. Goode.] An ill-natured critic, who wrote a satire on our author, called The Mock Esop, and many anonymous libels in news. papers, for hire,
Each songster, riddler, every nameless name,
"Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia)
And makes night hideous-Answer him, ye owls! 1+
v. 165. ---Ralph.] James Ralph, a name inserted after the first editions, not known to our author till he writ a swearing-piece called Sawney, very abusive of Dr. Swift, Mr. Gay, and himself. These lines alluded to a thing of his intitled Night, a poem. This low writer attended his own works with panegyrics in the Journals, and once in particular praised himself highly above Mr. Addison, in wretched remarks upon that author's account of English Poets, printed in a London Journal, Sept. 17, 1728. He was wholly illiterate, and knew no language, not even French. Being advised to read the rules of dramatic poetry before he began a play, he smiled, and replied, "Shakspeare writ without rules.' He ended at last in the common sink of all such writers, a political newspaper, to which he was recommended by his friend Arnall, and received a small pittance for pay.
v. 166. And makes night hideous.----]
"Visit thus the glimpses of the moon,
v. 169. Flow, Welsted! flow, &c.] Parody on Denham, Cooper's Hill:
"O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream
Tho' deep, yet clear; tho' gentle, yet not dull:
nochis monstrum neato
Embrace, embrace, my sons! be foes no more!
"Behold yon pair, in strict embraces join'd, How like in manners, and how like in mind! Equal in wit, and equally polite,
Shall this a Pasquin, that a Grumbler write;
But who is he, in closet close y-pent,
Of sober face with learned dust besprent?"
As thou preserv'st the dulness of the past!
“There, dim in clouds, the poring scholiasts mark, Wits, who, like owls, see only in the dark, A lumberhouse of books in every head, For ever reading, never to be read!
"But, where each science lifts its modern type, History her pot, divinity her pipe,
While proud philosophy repines to shew,
Imbrown'd with native bronze, lo! Henley stands,
A decent priest, where monkeys were the gods!
v. 199. -----lo! Henley stands, &c.] J. Henley the orator; he preached on the Sundays upon theological matters, and on the Wednesdays upon all other sciences. Each auditor paid one shilling. He declaimed some years against the greatest persons, and occasionally did our author that honour.
v. 204. Sherlock, Hare, ---Gibson.] Bishops of Salisbury, Chichester, and London; whose sermons and pastoral letters did ho nour to their country as well as stations.
But fate with butchers plac'd thy priestly stall,
Yet, oh, my sons! a father's words attend:
But “Learn, ye Dunces! not to scorn your God."
Till one wide conflagration swallows all.
Thence a new world to nature's laws unknown, Breaks out refulgent, with a heav'n its own: Another Cynthia her new journey runs,
And other planets circle other suns.
v. 212.] Of Toland and Tindal, see Book II. ver. 399. Thomas Woolston was an impious madman, who wrote, in a most insolent style, against the miracles of the gospel, in the years 1626, &c. WVOL. II.
The forests dance, the rivers upward rise,
Joy fills his soul, joy innocent of thought; "What power, (he cries,) what powers these wonders wrought
"Son, what thou seek'st is in thee! look and find
Here shouts all Drury, there all Lincoln's-inn
"And are these wonders, son, to thee unknown! Unknown to thee! these wonders are thy own. These fate reserv'd to grace thy reign divine, Foreseen by me, but ah! withheld from mine. In Lud's old walls, though long 1 rul'd renown'd Far as loud Bow's stupendous bells resound;
v. 261. Immortal Rich!] Mr. John Rich, master of the theatreroyal in Covent-garden, was the first that excelled this way. W v. 266, 267.] Booth and Cibber were joint managers of the theatre in Drury-lane.