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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,
That painful animal, a mole :
Above ground never born to grow,
What mighty stir it keeps below!
'To make a inole-hill all this strije!
• It diys, pokes, undermines for life.


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 sink in sorrows with a tolling bell!
Such happy arts attention can command
When Fancy flags, and sense is at a stand.
Improve we these. Three cat-calls be the bribe
Of bim whose chatt'ring shames the monkey tribe:
And his this drum, whose hoarse heroic base
Drawrs the loud clarion of the braying ass.

Now thousand tongues are heard in one loud din:
The monkey-mimics rush discordant in; 236
'Twas chatt'ring, grinning, mouthing, jabb’ring all,
And Noise and Norton, Brangling and Breval,
Dennis and dissonance, and captious Art,
And snip-snap short, and interruption smart, 240
And demonstration thin, and theses thick,
And major, minor, and conclusion quick.
Hold, (cry'd the Queen) a cat-call each shall win;
Equal your
merits! equal is


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,
• Conscious of nothing o'er its head!
''Till lab’ring on for want of eyes,

It blunders intn light, and dies.'
You have him again in Book Ill. ver. 169.

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.]
«Non nostrum intervas tantas componere lites,
Et vitula tu diguus, et hic.'

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

roic poetry.

In Tot'nam-fields the Brethren with amaze,
Prick all their ears up, and forget to graze !
Long Chanc'ry-lane retentive rolls the sound,
And courts to courts return it round and round;
Thames wafts it thence to Rufus' roaring hall, 265
And Hungerford re-echoes bawl for bawl.
All hail him vicior in both gifts of song,
Who sings so loudly, and who sings so long,

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,
! In mare purpureum violentior influit amnis.?

“ 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.


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