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View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes,
And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rife;
Damn with faint praise, affent with civil leer,
And without fneering, teach the reft to fneer;
Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike,
Juft hint a fault, and hesitate diflike;
Alike referv'd to blame, or to commend,
A tim'rous foe, and a fufpicious friend;
Dreading ev'n Fools, by Flatterers befieg'd,
And fo obliging, that he ne'er oblig'd;





After Ver. 208. in the MS.

Who, if two Wits on rival themes conteft,

Approves of each, but likes the worst the best.

Alluding to Mr. P.'s and Tickell's Translation of the first Book of the Iliad.


Swift much better than he had ufed Pope, on that account, though he had been more roughly treated by Swift than Pope's nature would fuffer him to treat any one. But the reason is plain. Swift was Addison's rival only in politics: Pope was his rival in poetry; an oppofition less tolerable, as more perfonal. However Addison's focial talents, in the entertainment and enjoyment of his intimate friends, charmed both Pope and Swift alike; as a quality far fuperior to any thing that was to be found in any other



VER. 193. But were there One whofe fires, &c.] The ftrokes in this Character are highly finished. Atterbury fo well understood the force of them, that in one of his letters to Mr. Pope he fays, "Since you now know where your Strength lies, I hope you will not suffer that talent to lie unemployed." He did not; and, by that means, brought fatiric poetry to its perfection. W.

VER. 198. Bear, like the Turk,] This is from Bacon de Aug. Scient. lib. 3. p. 180. And the thought was alfo ufed by Ld. Orrery, and by Denham.

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Like Cato, give his little Senate laws,

And fit attentive to his own applause;




VER. 209. Like Cato, give] In the fecond volume of the Biographia Britannica is a vindication of Addison, by a writer who, to a confummate knowledge of the laws and hiftory of his country, added a moft exquisite taste in literature, I mean Sir William Blackftone; who thus concludes this vindication: "Nothing furely could justify so deep a resentment, unless the story be true of the commerce between Addison and Gildon; which will require to be very fully proved, before it can be believed of a gentleman who was so amiable in his moral character, and who (in his own cafe) had two years before exprefsly difapproved of a perfonal abuse of Mr. Dennis. The perfon, indeed, from whom Mr. Pope feems to have received this anecdote, about the time of his writing the character, (viz. about July 1715,) was no other than the Earl of Warwick, fon-in-law to Mr. Addison himself: and the fomething about Wycherley (in which the story supposes that Addison hired Gildon to abuse Pope and his family) is explained by a note on the Dunciad, to mean a pamphlet containing Mr. Wycherley's Life. Now it happens, that in July 1715, the Earl of Warwick (who died at the age of twenty-three, in Auguft 1721) was only a boy of seventeen, and not likely to be entrusted with such a secret, by a statesman between forty and fifty, with whom it does not appear he was any way connected or acquainted; for Mr. Addison was not married to his mother, the Countess of Warwick, till the following year 1716: nor would Gildon have been employed in July 1715 to write Mr. Wycherley's Life, who lived till the December following. As therefore fo many inconfiftencies are evident in the story itself, which never found its way into print till near fixty years after it is faid to have happened, it will be no breach of charity to fuppofe that the whole of it was founded on fome misapprehenfion in either Mr. Pope or the Earl; and unless better proof can be given, we shall readily acquit Mr. Addison of this most odious part of the charge."

I beg leave to add, that as to the other accufation, Dr. Young, Lord Bathurst, Mr. Harte, and Lord Lyttelton, each of them affured me that Addison himself certainly tranflated the first Book of Homer.


While Wits and Templars ev'ry fentence raise,
And wonder with a foolish face of praise-
Who but must laugh, if such a man there be?
Who would not weep, if ATTICUS were he?



An able vindication of Addifon was written by Mr. Jeremiah Markland, then a young man, and afterwards the celebrated Critic. Both were printed together, by Curll, fo early as 1717. And perhaps this circumstance may furnish a clue to what has been fo ably difcuffed by Judge Blackftone, in the "Biographia Britannica," under the article Addison. The epiftle to Arbuthnot was not published till January 1735; that to Auguftus, with fome others, appeared in 1738." I have feen Mr. Pope's best performances, and find that he pleases the town moft when he is moft out of humour with the court. He has made very free with his gracious majefty, in the Epiftle to Auguftus. But he had loft his favourite bill; even my Lord Harvey had carried a point against him; and while he is angry, he will never be idle. In this last Epiftle he seems to have recanted all he had before faid of Addifon," viz.

"(Excufe fome courtly ftains)

"No whiter page than Addison remains," &c.

From a manuscript letter of Mr. Clarke, who wrote on Antient Coins, to his learned printer and friend Mr. Bowyer; July 6, 1738.

VER. 214. Who would not weep, if ATTICUS were he?] But when we come to know it belongs to Atticus, i. e. to one whofe more obvious qualities had before engaged our love or esteem, then friendship, in spite of ridicule, will make a feparation; our old impreffions will get the better of our new; or, at least, suffer themfelves to be no further impaired than by the admiffion of a mixture of pity and concern.


Ibid. ATTICUS] It was a great falfehood, which fome of the libels reported, that this Character was written after the Gentleman's death; which fee refuted in the Teftimonies prefixed to the Dunciad. But the occafion of writing it was such as he would not make public out of regard to his memory: and all that could further be done was to omit the name, in the Edition of his Works. P.


What tho' my Name ftood rubric on the walls, Or plaister'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or fmoaking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad? I fought no homage from the race that write; I kept, like Asian Monarchs, from their fight: 220 Poems I heeded (now be-rhym'd fo long)

No more than thou, great GEORGE! a birth-day fong.
I ne'er with wits or witlings pafs'd my days,

To spread about the itch of verse and praise;
Nor like a puppy, daggled through the town, 225
To fetch and carry fing-fong up and down;
Nor at Rehearsals fweat, and mouth'd, and cry'd,
With handkerchief and orange at my fide;

But fick of fops, and poetry, and prate,

To Bufo left the whole Caftalian state.
Proud as Apollo on his forked hill,
Sate full-blown Bufo puff'd by ev'ry quill;
Fed with foft Dedication all day long,
Horace and he went hand in hand in fong.




After Ver. 234. in the MS.

To Bards reciting he vouchfaf'd a nod,
And fnuff'd their incenfe like a gracious god.


VER. 218. On wings of winds came flying all abroad?] Hopkins, in the civth Pfalm.


VER. 232. Puff'd by ev'ry quill;] By Addifon, in his Account of Poets; by Steele, in a dedication to the Spectator; by Tickell, to his Homer. The ridicule on the Hind and Panther was the beft of Halifax's compofitions.

His Library (where bufts of Poets dead
And a true Pindar stood without a head)
Receiv'd of wits an undiftinguifh'd race,
Who firft his judgment afk'd, and then a place:
Much they extoll'd his pictures, much his feat,
And flatter'd ev'ry day, and fome days eat:
Till grown more frugal in his riper days,



He paid fome bards with port, and some with praise, To fome a dry rehearsal was affign'd,

And others (harder ftill) he paid in kind.

Dryden alone (what wonder?) came not nigh, 245 Dryden alone escap'd this judging eye:



VER. 236. Atrue Pindar flood without a head] Ridicules the affectation of Antiquaries, who frequently exhibit the headlefs Trunks and Terms of Statues, for Plato, Homer, Pindar, &c. Vide. Fulv. Urfin. &c. P.


VER. 245. Dryden alone] Our Poet, with true gratitude, has feized every opportunity of fhewing his reverence for his great master, Dryden; whom Swift as conftantly depreciated and maligned. "I do affirm," fays he feverely, but with exquifite irony indeed, in the dedication of the Tale of a Tub to Prince Pofterity, upon the word of a fincere man, that there is now actually in being a certain poet, called John Dryden, whose translation of Virgil was lately printed in a large folio, well bound, and, if diligent fearch were made, for aught I know, is yet to be seen." And he attacks him again in the Battle of Books. Shaftesbury is alfo very fond of petulantly carping at Dryden: "To fee the incorrigibleness of our poets in their pedantic manner," fays he, vol. iii. p. 276. "their vanity, defiance of criticifm; their rhodomontade, and poetical bravado; we need only turn to our famous poet-laureat, the very Mr. Bays himself, in one of his latest and moft-valued pieces, Don Sebaftian, writ many years after the ingenious author of the Rehearsal had drawn his picture." I r member to have heard my father fay, that Mr. Elijah Fenton, who

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