X.

See next the decent Scudamore advance,

With Winchelsea, still meditating song: With her perhaps Miss Howe came there by chance,

75

Nor knows with whom, or why she comes

along.

Far off from these see Santlow, famed for dance; And frolic Bicknell, and her sister young;

With other names, by me not to be named; Much loved in private, not in public famed! 80

XI.

But now behold the female band retire,

And the shrill music of their voice is still'd!
Methinks I see famed Buckingham admire,
That in Troy's ruin thou hadst not been
kill'd;

Sheffield, who knows to strike the living lyre, 85
With hand judicious, like thy Homer skill'd.
Bathurst impetuous hastens to the coast,
Whom you and I strive who shall love the

most.

73 Scudamore. Lady Scudamore.

74 Winchelsea. The countess of Winchelsea, celebrated under the name of Ardelia.

75 Miss Howe. Mentioned before in the verses On Prudery.' 77 Santlow, famed for dance. Afterwards married to Booth, the player. Mrs. Bicknell, the actress, is mentioned in the 'Spectator' with applause.

XII.

See generous Burlington, with goodly Bruce,
But Bruce comes wafted in a soft sedan : 90
Dan Prior next, beloved by every Muse;

And friendly Congreve, unreproachful man! Oxford by Cunningham hath sent excuse. See hearty Watkins comes with cup and can; And Lewis, who has never friend forsaken And Laughton, whispering, asks-' Is Troy town taken ?'

;

95

XIII.

Earl Warwick comes, of free and honest mind; Bold, generous Craggs, whose heart was ne'er disguised:

Ah, why, sweet St. John, cannot I thee find?
St. John, for every social virtue prized.-
Alas! to foreign climates he's confined,

100

Or else to see thee here I well surmised: Thou too, my Swift, dost breathe Boeotian air : When wilt thou bring back wit and humor here?

XIV.

Harcourt I see, for eloquence renown'd,
The mouth of justice, oracle of law!
Another Simon is beside him found,

105

Another Simon, like as straw to straw. How Lansdowne smiles, with lasting laurel crown'd! What mitred prelate there commands our awe?

99 St. John. Lord Bolingbroke, in France.

103 Baotian air. Swift, in Ireland.

See Rochester approving nods his head,
And ranks one modern with the mighty dead.

111

XV.

Carlton and Chandois thy arrival grace;

Hanmer, whose eloquence the unbiass'd sways; Harley, whose goodness opens in his face,

115

And shows his heart the seat where virtue

stays.

Ned Blount advances next, with busy pace,
In haste, but sauntering, hearty in his ways:
I see the friendly Carylls come by dozens;
Their wives, their uncles, daughters, sons, and
cousins.

120

XVI.

Arbuthnot there I see, in physic's art

As Galen learn'd, or famed Hippocrate; Whose company drives sorrow from the heart, As all disease his medicines dissipate : Kneller amid the triumph bears his part,

Who could, were mankind lost, anew create: What can the extent of his vast soul confine? A painter, critic, engineer, divine!

111 Rochester. The bishop of Rochester.

114 Hanmer. Speaker of the house of commons. 115 Harley. Brother of the earl of Oxford.

119 Carylls. Of West Grinstead, Sussex.

125

125 Kneller amid, &c. A compliment to the vanity of sir Godfrey, which Pope and other wits were always putting to the strongest trials.

XVII.

Thee Jervas hails, robust and debonair :

'Now have we conquer'd Homer, friends,' he

cries:

Dartneuf, grave joker, joyous Ford is there,

130

And wondering Maine, so fat with laughing

eyes:

(Gay, Maine, and Cheney, boon companions dear,

Gay fat, Maine fatter, Cheney huge of size) Yea, Dennis, Gildon, (hearing thou hast riches) 135 And honest, hatless Cromwell, with red breeches.

XVIII.

O Wanley, whence comest thou with shorten'd hair,

And visage from thy shelves with dust be

sprent?

Forsooth,' quoth he, from placing Homer there,

For ancients to compyle is myne entente: 140 Of ancients only hath lord Harley care;

But hither me hath my meeke lady sent:
In manuscript of Greeke rede we thilke same,
But book yprint best plesyth my gude dame.'

131 Joyous Ford is there. Charles Ford, esq. by Swift's interest appointed gazetteer.

137 O Wanley. Humphrey Wanley, librarian to lord Oxford.

XIX.

145

Yonder I see, among the expecting crowd,
Evans with laugh jocose, and tragic Young;
High-buskin'd Booth, grave Mawbert, wandering
Frowd,

And Titcomb's belly waddles slow along.
See, Digby faints at Southern talking loud;
Yea, Steele and Tickell mingle in the throng;
Tickell, whose skiff, in partnership they say, 151
Set forth for Greece, but founder'd in the way.

XX.

155

Lo, the two Doncastles in Berkshire known!
Lo, Bickford, Fortescue, of Devon land!
Lo, Tooker, Eckershall, Sykes, Rawlinson!
See, hearty Morley takes thee by the hand!
Ayrs, Graham, Buckridge, joy thy voyage
done :

But who can count the leaves, the stars, the
sand?

Lo, Stonor, Fenton, Caldwell, Ward, and Broome! Lo, thousands more, but I want rhyme and room!

160

146 Evans. Dr. Evans, of St. John's, Oxford, an unsparing epigrammatist.

148 Slow along. The names of the majority of persons here enumerated are in want of no illustration; and concerning a few of them, it would be difficult to supply any.Warton.