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THE DUNCIAD. .
A LETTER TO THE PUBLISHER.
Occasioned by the first correct edition of
It is with pleasure I hear, that you have procured a correct copy of the Dunciad, which the many surreptitious ones have rendered so necessary ; and it is yet with more, that I am informed it will be attended with a Commentary; a work so requisite, that I carinot think the Author himself would have omitted it, had he approved of the first appearance of this Poem.
Such Notes as have occurred to me I herewith send you: you will oblige me by inserting them amongst those which are, or will be, transmitted to you by others; since not only the Author's friends, but even strangers, appear engaged, by humanity, to take some care of an Orphan of so much genius and spirit, which its Parent seems to have abandoned
POPE. VOL. IV.
from the very beginning, and suffered to step into the world naked, unguarded, and unattended.
It was upon reading some of the abusive papers lately published, that my great regard to a person whose friendship I esteem as one of the chief honors of my life, and a much greater respect to truth than him or any man living, engaged me in enquiries, of which the enclosed Notes are the fruit :
I perceived that most of these authors had been (doubtless very wisely) the first aggressors. They had tried, till they were weary, what was to be got by railing at each other: no body was either concerned or surprised, if this or that scribbler was proved a dunce : but every one was curious to read what could be said to prove Mr. Pope one, and was ready to pay something for such a discovery 3 a stratagem which, would they fairly own, it might not only reconcile them to me, but screen them from the resentment of their lawful superiors, whom they daily abuse, only (as I charitably hope) to get that by them, which they cannot get from them.
I found this was not all : ill success in that, had transported them to personal abuse either of bimself, or (what I think he could less forgive) of his friends. They had called men of virtue and how nor bad men, long before he had cither leisure or inclination to call them bad writers; and some had been such old offenders, that he had quite forgoto ten their persons, as well as their slanders, till they were pleased to revive them.
Now what had Mr. Pope done before, to incense them ? He had published those works which are in the hands of every body, in which not the least mention is made of any of them. And what has he done since ? He has laughed, and written the Dunciad. What has that said of them ? A very serious truth, which the public had said before, that they were dull ; and what it had no sooner said, but they themselves were at great pains to procure, or even purchase, room in the prints, to testify under their hands to the truth of it.
I should still have been silent, if either I had seen any inclination in my friend to be serious with such accusers, or if they had only meddled with his writings; since whoever publishes puts himself on his trial by his country; but when his moral character was attacked, and in a manner from which neither truth nor virtue can secure the most innocent ; in a manner which, though it annihilates the credit of the accusation with the just and impartial, yet aggravates very much the guilt of the accusers, I mean by authors without names; then I thought, since the danger was common to all, the concern ought to be so ; and that it was an act of justice to detect the authors, not only on this account, but as many of them are the same who, for several years past, have made free with the greateşt names in Church and State, exposed to the world the private misfortunes of families, abused all, even to women, and whose prostituted papers (for one or otheş party in the unhappy divisions of their country) havę insulted the fallen, the friendless, the cxiled, and the dead.
Besides this, which I take to be a public con. cern, I have already confessed I had a private one. I am one of that number who long loved and esteemed Mr. Pope; and had often declared it was not his capacity or writings, (which we ever thought the least valuable part of his character,) but the honest, open, and beneficent man, that we most esteemed and loved in him. Now, if what these people say, were believed, I must appear to all my friends either a fool or a knave ; either imposed on myself, or imposing on them ; so that I am as much interested in the confutation of these calumnies as he is himself.
I am no author, and consequently not to be suspected either of jealousy or resentment against any
of the men, of whom scarce one is known to me by sight; and as for their writings, I have sought them (on this one occasion) in vain, in the closets and libraries of all my acquaintance. I had still been in the dark, if a gentleman had not procured me (I suppose from some of themselves, for they are generally much more dangerous friends than enemies) the passages I send you. I solemnly
protest I have added nothing to the malice or absurdity of them ; which it behoves me to declare, since the vouchers themselves will be so soon and so irrecoverably lost. You may, in some measure, prevent it, by preserving at least their titles *, and discovering (as far as you can depend on the truth of your information) the names of the concealed authors.
The first objection I have heard made to the Poem is, that the persons are too obscure for satire. The persons themselves, rather than allow the objection, would forgive the satire ; and if one could be tempted to afford it a serious answer, were not all assassinates, popular insurrections, the insolence of the rabble without doors, and of domestics within, most wrongfully chastised, if the meanness of offenders indemnified them from punishment ? On the contrary, obscurity renders them more dangerous, as less thought of : law can pronounce judgment only on open facts : morality alone can pass censure on intentions of mischief; so that for secret calumny, or the arrow flying in the dark, there is no public punishment left but what a good writer inflicts.
The next objection is, that these sort of authore are poor. That might be pleaded as an excuse at the Old Bailey, for lesser crimes than defamation, (for it is the case of almost all who are tried
Which we have done in a List hereto subjoined.