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lent proceeding, she finds a method to reconcile their difference, Then enter a iroop of people fantastically adornedt, offering her strange and exotic presents: amongst them, one stands forth and demands justice on another, who had deprived bim. of one of the greatest curiosities in Nature; but he justifies himself so well, that the Goddess gives them both her approbation. She recominends to them to find proper employinent, for the Indolents before mentioned, in the study of Bitterflies, Sheils, Birds-nests, Moss, &c. but with particular caution noc to proceed beyond Trifles, to any useful or extensive views of Nature, or of ihe Author of Nature. Against the last of these apprehensions she is secured by a hearty address froin the di. nute Philosophers and Free-thinkers, one of whoin speaks in the name of the rest. The youth thus instructed and principled, are delivered to her in a body, by the hands of Silenus : and ihen admitted to taste the cup of the Magus her high priest, which causes a total oblivion of all obligations, divine, civil, moral, or rational. To these her adepts she sends Priests, Attendanıs, and Comforters, of various kinds; confers on them Orders, and Degrees; and then dismissing them with a speechi, confirming to each his Privileges, and telling what she expects from each, concludes with a Yawn of extraordinary virtue ; the

progress and effect whereof on all orders of inen, and the consummation of all, in the restoration of Night and Chaos, Conclude the Poem.

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ET, yet a moment, one dim ray of light
dulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!
f darkness visible so much be lent,
: half io shew, half veil the deep intent.
: Pow'rs! whose mysteries restor'd I sing,

whom Time bears me on his rapid wing,
jpend a while your force inertly strong,
en take at once the Poet and the Song.
Now flam'd the Dog-star's unpropitious ray,
ote ev'ry brain, and wither'd ev'ry bay:



2. ...dread Chaos und eternal Vight!] Invoked, as the tation of their empire is the actiun of the Poem,


Sick was the sun, the owl forsook his bow'r,
The moon-struck prophet felt the madding hour:
Then rose the seed of Chaos, and of Night,
To blot out order, and extinguish light,
Of dull and venal a new world to mould,

15 And bring Saturnian days of lead and gold.

She mounts the throne : her head a cloud conIn broad effulgence all below reveal’d, [cealid, ('Tis thus aspiring Dulness ever shines) Soft on her lap her Laureate Son reclines. Beneath her footstool Science groans in chains, And Wit dreads exile, penalties and pains. There foam'd rebellious Logic, gagg'd and bound; There, stript, fair Rhet’ric languish'd on the ground; His blunted arms by Sophistry are borne,

25 And shameless Billingsgate her robes adorn. Morality, by her false guardians drawn, Chicane in furs, and Casuistry in lawn. Gasps, as they straiten at each end the cord, And dies when Dulness gives her page the word.

REMARKS. e. 14. To bolt out order, and crtinguish light.] The two great ends of her mission; the one in quality of daughter of Cl.3. os, the other as daughter of Night. Order here is to be understood extensively, both as civil and moral; the distinctions between high and low in society, and true and false in individuals: light as intellectual only, wit, science, arts.

v. 15. Of dull and venal.] The allegory continued; dull referring to the extinction of light or science'; venal to the destruee tion of order and the truth of things.

Ibid...a new world.] In allusion to the Epicurean opinion, that froin the dissolution of the natural world into night and chaos, a new one should arise; this the Poet alluding to, in the production of a new world, makes it partake of its original pria. ciples.



Mad Mathesis alone was unconfin'd,

31 Too mad for mere material chains to bind : Now to pure space lifts her ecstatic stare, Now running round the circle, finds it square. Bot held in tenfold bonds the Muses lie, 33 Watch'd both by Envy's and by Flatt’ry's cye: There to her heart sad Tragedy addrest The dagger, wont io pierce the tyrant's breast; But sober History restrain’d her rage, And promis’d vengcance on a barb’ious age. 40 There sunk Thalia, nerveless, cold, and dead, Had not 'her sister Satire held her head : Nor could'st thou, Chesterfield ! a tear refuse, Thou wept'st, and with thee wept each gentle Muse. When, lo! a harlot forin soft sliding by;

45 With mincing step, small voice, and languid eye'; Foreign her air, her robe's discordant pride In patch-work flutt'ring, and her head aside ; By singing peers upheld on either hand, 49 She tripp'd and laugh'd, too pretty much to stand; Cast on the prostrate-Nine a scornful look, Then thus in quaint recitativo spoke:

O Cara! Cara! silence all that train; Joy to great Chaos! let. Division reign: Chromatic tortures soon shall drive them hence, 55 Break all their nerves, and fritter all their sense :

IMITATIONS, v. 54, Joy to'great Chuos!!

Joy to great Cesar!'
The beginning of a famous old song.

One thrill shall harmonize joy, grief, and rage,
Wake the dull Church, and lull the ranting Stage;
To the same notes thy son shall hum, or spore,
And all the yawning daughters cry, Encore. 60
Another Phoebus, thy own Phoebus reigns,
Joys in my jigs, and dances in my chains.
But soon, ah soon, rebellion will commence,
If music meanly borrows aid from sense :
Strong in new arms, lo! giant Handel stands, 65
Like bold Briareus, with a hundred hands;
To stir, to rọuse, to shake the soul he comes,
And Jove's own thunders follow Mars's drums.
Arrest him, Empress, or you sleep no more
She heard, and drove him to the Hibernian sbore.
And now had Fame's posterior trumpet blown, 71
And all the nations summon'd to the throne :

the old, who feel her inward sway,
One instinct seizes, and transports away.
None need a guide by sure attraction led,
And strong impulsive gravity of head:
None want a place, for all their centre found,
Hung to the Goddess, and coher'd around.
Not closer, orb in orb, conglob'd are seen
The buzzing bees about their dusky queen. 80

The gath’ring number as it moves along, Involves a vast involuntary throng, Who gently drawn, and struggling less and less, Roll in her vortex, and her pow's confess. Not those alone who passive own her laws,

83 But who, weak rebels, more advance her cause.



Whate'er of durce in college or in town
Sneers at another, in toupee or gown;
Whate'er of mungril no one class admits,
A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.

Nor absent they, no members of her state,
Who her homage in her sons, the great ;
Who false to Phæbus, bow the knee to Baal,
Or impious, preach his word without a call.
Patrons, who sneak from living worth to dead, 95
With-hold the pension, and set up the head;
Or vest dull Flatt'ry in the sacred gown,
Or give from fool to fool the laurel crown ;
And (last and worst) with all the cant of wit,
Without the soul, the Muse's hypocrite. 100
There march'd the bard and blockhead side by

- Who rhym'd for hire, and patronis'd for pride.

Narcissus, prais?d with all a parson's pow'r,
Look'd a white lily sunk beneath a show'r.
There mov'd Montalto with superior air : 105

His stretch'd-out arm display'd a volume fair; : Courtiers and patriots in two ranks divide,

Through both he pass'd, and bow'd from side to side;
But as in graceful act, with awful eye,
Compos'd he stood, bold Benson thrust him by:
On two unequal crutches propt he came, 111
Milton's on this, on that one Johnson's name.
The decent Knight retir'd with sober rage,
Withdrew his hand, and clos'd the pompous page:

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