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Unlucky Welsted! thy unfeeling master, 209 The more thou ticklest, gripes his fist the faster.
While thus each hand promotes the pleasing pain, And quick sensations skip from vein to vein. A youth unknown to Phæbus, in despair, Puts his last refuge all in heav'n and pray’r. What force have pious vows ! The Queen of Love Her sister sends, her vot'ress from above. 216 As taught by Venus, Paris learnt the art. • To touch Achilles' only tender part ; Secure, through her, the noble prize to carry, He marches off, his Grace's secretary. 220 Now turn to diff'rent sports (the Goddess cries) And learn, my Sons, the wondrous pow'r of Noise, To move, to raise, to ravish ev'ry heart, With Shakespeare's nature, or with Johnson's art, Let other's aim ; 'tis yours to shake the soul 225 With thunder, rumbling from the mustard bowl;
Dear Welsted, mark, in dirty hole,
0. 223, 225. To move, to raise, &c.
Let others im; 'is yours to shake, &c.] • Excudent alii spirantia mollus aera, Credo equidem, vivos ducent de marmore vultus, &c. * Tu regere imperio populos Romane, momento,
Hae tibi erunt artes.'....
With horns and trumpets now to madness swell,
Now thousand tongues are heard in one loud din:
din ! But that this well-disputed game may end,
245 Sound forth, my Brayers, and the welkin rend.
How proud a little dirt to spread,
It blunders intn light, and dies.'
1. 238... Norton.] See ver. 415...J. Durant Breral, author of a very extraordinary book of travels, and some poems.
0 243... A cat-call cach shall win, &c.]
Virg. Ed. III.
As when the long-ear'd milky mothers wait At some sick miser's triple-bolted gate, For their defrauded, absent, foals they make A moan so loud, that all the guild awake; 250 Sore sighs Sir Gilbert, starting at the bray, From dreams of millions, and three groats to pay: So swells each wind-pipe; ass intones to ass, Harmonic twang ! of leather, horn, and brass ; Such as from lab'ring lungs th' enthusiast blows, High sound, attemper'd to the vocal nose ; 256 Or such as bellow from the deep divine ; There, Webster ! peal'd thy voice, and, Whitfield! But far o'er all, sonorous Blackmore's strain; [thine. Walls, steeples, skies, bray back to him again. 260
0. 258... IVchster..and, Whitfield.] The one the writer of a newspaper called The Weekly Miscellany, the other a field. preacher.
v. 247. As when he, &c.] A simile, with a long tail, in the manner of Ilomer.
v. 260...bray back to him again.] A figure of speech taken froin Virgil: * Et vox assensu nemorum ingeminata remugit.'
Georg. III. "He hears his numerous herids low o'er the plain, • While neighb'ring hills low back to them again.'
Corrley: The poet here celebrated, Sir R. B. delighted much in the word bray, which he endeavored wennoble by applying it to the sound of armour', war, &c. Inimitation or him, and strengthened by his authority, our Author has here adiniteit iniu lie
In Tot'nam-fields the Brethren with amaze,
This labor past, by Bridewell all descend, (As morning pray'r and flagellation end) 270 To where Fleet-ditch, with disemboguing streams Rolls the large tribute of dead dogs to Thames, The king of dykes ! than whom, no sluice of mud With deeper sable blots the silver flood. 174 • Here strip, my Children! here at once leap in, • Here prove who best can dash thro’ thick and thin, • And who the most in love of dirt excel, • Or dark dexterity of groping well : • Who flings most filth, and wide pollutes around
be his the Weekly Journals bound;
• The stream,
IMITATIONS, v. 262. Prick all their ears up, and forget to graze.') "Immemor herbarum quos est mirata juvenca."
Virg. Ecl. vii. The progiess of the sound from place to place, and the scenery here of the bordering regions, Tottenham-fields, Chapcery-lane, the Thames, Westminster hall, and Hungerford-stairs, are imi. taied from Virgil, An. VII, on the sounding the horn of Alecto :
Audiit et Triviae longe lacus, audiit amvis Sulphurea Nar albus aqua fontesque Velini,' &c. D. 273. The king of dykes! &c.]
• Fluviorum rex Eridanus,
... Quo non alius, per pinguia culta,
“ A pig of lead to him who dives the best; 281 “ A peck of coals a-piece shall glad the rest."
In naked majesty Oldinixon stands, And, Milo-like, surveys his arms and hands; 284 Then sighing thus, And am I now threescore ? « Ah, why, ye Gods! should two and two make four? He said, and climb'd a stranded lighter's height, Shot to the black abyss, and plung'd downright; The senior's judgment all the crowd admire, Who but to sink the deeper rose the higher. 290
Next Smedley div'd; slow circles dimpled o'er The quaking mud, that clos’d and op'd no more. All look, all sigh, and call on Smedley lost; Smedley in vain resounds through all the coast.
REMARKS. 0. 283. In naked Majesty Olmiron stands.) Mr. John Old. mixon, next to Mr. Dennis, the most ancient critic of our nation ; an unjust censurer of Mr. Addison in his prose Essay on Criticisin, whom also in his iinitation of Buuhours (called ihe Arts of Logic and Rhetoric), he misrepresents in plain matter of fact; for in p. 45. he cites the Spectator as abusing Dr, Swift by name, where there is not the least hint of it; and in p. 304, is so inju. rivus as to suggest that Mr. Addison himself writ that Tauler, No. 43, which says of his own similie that Ii is as great as ever entered into the inind of man.' 'In poetry he was not so happy
as laborious, and is therefore characterized by the Tauer, 6 No. 62, by the name of Omicron, the unborn poet,'..Curl,
v. 285. Then sighing, thus, And am I now thrcescore ? &c.]
Fietque Milor senior, cum spectat inanes «Herculeis siiniles, fluidos pendere lacertos.'
Ovid. *v. 993. And call on Smedley lost, &c.] « Alcides wept in vain for Hylas lost, Hylas, in vain, resounds through all the coast.'
Lord Roscom. Translat. of Ecl. vi. of Virgil.