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Of gentle blood (part fhed in Honour's caufe,
While yet in Britain Honour had applaufe,)
Each parent fprung-A. What fortune, pray?-
P. Their own,

And better got, than Beftia's from the throne.
Born to no Pride, inheriting no Strife,
Nor marrying Discord in a noble wife,
Stranger to civil and religious rage,

The good man walk'd innoxious through his age.
No Courts he faw, no fuits would ever try,
Nor dar'd an Oath, nor hazarded a Lie.
Unlearn'd, he knew no schoolman's subtle art,
No language, but the language of the heart.
By Nature honest, by Experience wise,
Healthy by temp'rance, and by exercise;






VER. 388. Of gentle blood] When Mr. Pope published the notes on the Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, giving an account of his family, Mr. Pottinger, a relation of his, obferved, that his coufin Pope had made himself out a fine pedigree, but he wondered where he got it; that he had never heard any thing himself of their being defcended from the Earls of Downe; and, what is more, he had an old maiden aunt, equally related, a great genealogift, who was always talking of her family, but never mentioned this circumftance; on which the certainly would not have been filent, had she known any thing of it. Mr. Pope's grandfather was a clergyman of the church of England in Hampshire. He placed his son, Mr. Pope's father, with a merchant at Lisbon, where he became a convert to Popery. (Thus far Dr. Bolton, late Dean of Carlisle, a friend of Pope; from Mr. Pottinger.) The burying-place and monuments of the family of the Popes, Earls of Downe, is at Wroxton, Oxfordshire. The Earl of Guildford fays, that he has feen and examined the pedigrees and defcents of that family, and is fure that there were then none


His life, tho' long, to sickness past unknown,
His death was instant, and without a groan.
O grant me, thus to live, and thus to die!
Who fprung from Kings fhall know lefs joy than I.
O Friend! may each domeftic blifs be thine!
Be no unpleafing Melancholy mine:

Me, let the tender office long engage,

To rock the cradle of repofing Age,

With lenient arts extend a Mother's breath,


Make Languor fmile, and fmooth the bed of Death,



After Ver. 405. in the MS.

And of myfelf, too, fomething muft I fay?
Take then this verfe, the trifle of a day,

And if it live, it lives but to commend

The man whose heart has ne'er forgot a Friend,
Or head, an Author; Critic, yet polite,

And friend to Learning, yet too wife to write.


of the name of Pope left, who could be defcended from that family.(From John Loveday, of Caverfham, Efquire.)

VER. 408. Me, let the tender office] Thefe exquifite lines give us a very interefting picture of the exemplary filial piety of our Author! There is a penfive and pathetic fweetnefs in the very flow of them. The eye that has been wearied and oppreffed by the harfh and auftere colouring of fome of the preceding paffages, turns away with pleasure from these afperities, and repofes with complacency on the foft tints of domeftic tendernefs. We are naturally gratified to fee men defcending from their heights, into the familiar offices of common life; and the fenfation is the more pleafing to us, because admiration is turned into affection. In the very entertaining Memoirs of the Life of Racine (published by his fon) we find no paffage more amufing and interefting, than where that great Poet fends an excufe to Monfieur, the Duke, who had carneftly invited him to dine at the Hotel de Conde becaufe he


Explore the thought, explain the asking eye,
And keep a while one parent from the sky!
On cares like these, if length of days attend,
May Heav'n, to bless those days, preserve my friend,
Preserve him focial, cheerful, and ferene,

And just as rich as when he serv'd a QUEEN.
A. Whether that blessing be deny'd or giv❜n,
Thus far was right, the reft belongs to Heav'n.



had promised to partake of a great fish that his children had got for him, and he could not think of disappointing them.

Melancthon appeared in an amiable light, when he was seen holding a book in one hand, and attentively reading, and with the other, rocking the cradle of his infant child. And we read with more fatisfaction,

—ό παιδος ορέξατο φαιδιμος Εκτωρ.

Αψ δ' ὁ παῖς προς κολπον εύζωνοιο τιθήνης

Εκλίνθη ιάχων

than we do,

Τρις μεν ορέξατ ιων το δε τέτρατον ίκετο τεκμωρ


VER. 409. To rock the cradle] This tender image is from the Effays of Montaign. Mr. Gray was equally remarkable for af. fectionate attention to his aged mother; fo was Ariofto. Pope's mother was a sister of Cooper's wife, the very celebrated miniature painter. Lord Carleton had a portrait of Cooper, in crayons, which Mrs. Pope faid was not very like; and which, descending to Lord Burlington, was given by his Lordship to Kent. "I have a drawing," fays Mr. Walpole, " of Pope's father, as he lay dead in his bed, by his brother-in-law, Cooper." It was Mr. Pope's. Anecdotes of Painting, vol. iii. p. 115.

VER. 417. And just as rich as when he ferv'd a QUEEN.] An honest compliment to his Friend's real and unaffected difinterestedncfs, when he was the favourite Phyfician of Queen Anne. W

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* This motto fuited the free and easy manner of Horace; not the more folemn tones of his imitator. Pope told Mr. Spence, that he wrote this Imitation in two mornings, excellent as it is.

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