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ly Soribler of the Bastard, S* ****) by making a faithful Report to the Public of the Contents of this Fourth Volume.
Ye are first to observe, that as the Jesuits deduce their Original from St. Ign ATius Loyola, in like Manner, is Mr. Pope thd Founder of this Scheme of Literary Correspondence.
: Yts are next to assure«lj Perfons, who are to kifed as co give you ^Audience, that £9 prevent the least Suspicion of Spuriosity, they may fee every Letter I have ever printed qf Mr. Pope's, in his Own Hand-Writing, oot copied either from Twickenham, or, pover-Street MSS. as Mr. Minjhul the late Librarian will, in Justice to me, assert. /
This Volume opens, with the Promised Collection of Historical Letters, from the Revolution, 1688, to the Year 1730.
Next follow Original Letters of Bishop Barlow, Bishop Fleetwood, Bishop Atterkury, his Character by Bishop Sniairidge, and a Defence of the Newtonian Philosophy, by Mr. Secretary Addison ; all which will subsist by their own Immortal Merk.
A Love-scene from Rome succeeds, being the Original Letters which passed between King Henry VIII. and Anne BoifVN, with sorme Notes thereon ; Addressed to Mr. Pope.
Some of his own Pieces bring up the Rear, and the Court-poems, compleat this Volume.
E. CURL L: POSTSCRIPT
P R A v, with my Rejpetls to Mr. Pope, tell him I am sorry that /// Health, III Humour; III Weather, and the Want of a Coacht should all conspire to prevent his paying that Visit to Lucretia, * which (he lately expected from Him ; and, tho' she will not by any Means admit of the Term Affeclionate, he may subscribe Himself her humble Servant. The Lady is eloped from her last Lodging,
* A noted Cast-off-Punk, of his pious Saint-John. Mrs. Griffith, alias Butler, alias Lucretia Linda, who has several Letters ef Mr. Pope's, not worth Printing.
but He may hear of his Deary at the Old Place. She hopes the Picture will please, now the Painter has re-touched it.
'Tis strange! that still our Bard the Truth will stion. For Wrong is Wrong, where-ever it be done.
Adv. from Hor.
I O U see the Upshot of the Information against the Bishops; his Majesty was in the. Camp at Hounjlow, the Soldiers huzza'd at the News, as loudly as the Mob at WefiminjlerHall. Mob ! did I fay? It was a Multitude of Nobility, Gentry, and Citizens of the best Note. The King was terribly chagrin'd; he ask'd what Noise was that? They told hinv Nothing, but the Soldiers rejoicing at the Acquital of the Bishops. Do you call that Nothing, fays he? Wright is an excellent Chief; * the Most Christian King might sind him a very usesul Magistrate in Languedoc, at this Time. The Command of a Province in Turkey, would; admirably suit his Genius. The Forms of the Law of England were a great Restraint upon his Zeal;.
• He was Lord Chics Justice of the King's-Bench.
the the Spirit of Tyranny in his Office, and Adulation towards his Prince (which generally go together) had such an Ascendant over him, that he broke thro' all Decency; he could not converse .with Mr. Justice Powell upon the Points of Law, without mal-treating him: He has such an Aversion to poor Sir B. Shower, and had at the same Time fo little Command of his Temper, that he insulted him, tho' he was for the Prosecution. This arbitrary Behaviour of great Magistrates in silencing Council, whose Faces they do not like, is of greater Consequence to the Public than People generally seem to apprehend: But a fitter Opportunity of treating the Man ill, could hardly be chosen; for the Generality of the Audience were prejudic'd against him, on Account of the Service he was engaged in, and were therefore prepared to approve of all the ill Usage that could be offer's to him: On the other hand, the King had little Occasion for him, for the Sollicitor-General was a Minion, as scurrilous as Billingsgate, as prostitute and impudent as Drury-Lane. When this Tryal is printed, I hope the odious Colours that the principal Characters will appear in, both at the Bar, and on the Bench, will have a good Effect on the Gentlemen of the Profession for the growing Generation, as young Spartans were taught to hate Drunkenness, by seeing the odious Effects of it upon their Slaves. If Judges and Statesmen would only examine themselves by the Faults of those who stand condemned in History, and ask Questions like these; Am I Hubert de Burgo? Am I Tresilian? Ami Sejanus? Am I Fillers P Am I guilty of the Crime for which this Man's Memory is justly hated? I fay, were Men thus to reflect, they would forget the Tip-Staves, the Train-bearer 3 am*