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On the Picture of Lady MARY W. MONTAGU by KNELLER.


[From Dallaway's Life of Lady Mary.]

HE playful fmiles around the dimpled mouth,
That happy air of majesty and truth;

So would I draw (but oh! 'tis vain to try,
My narrow Genius does the power deny)
The equal luftre of the heav'nly mind,
Where ev'ry grace with ev'ry virtue's join'd;
Learning not vain, and wisdom not severe,
With greatness easy, and with wit fincere ;
With just description fhew the work divine,


And the whole princess in my work should shine. 10


VER. 1. The playful fmiles, c ] Her face and appearance were fo altered by age, that she says for many years she never looked in a glafs. She received her travelling countrymen, who paid their respects to her in Italy, veiled, or in a mask.

She lived to fee the Nobleman who married her daughter, highest in the confidence of his present Majesty; and whatever might have been her faults, her tender and affectionate correspondence with her daughter, no one can read without a tear of refpect and fympathy.




7ITH fcornful mien, and various tofs of air,
Fantaftic, vain, and infolently fair,

Grandeur intoxicates her giddy brain,
She looks ambition, and fhe moves difdain.
Far other carriage grac'd her virgin life,
But charming G-y's loft, in P-y's wife.
Not greater arrogance in him we find,
And this conjunction fwells at leaft her, mind :
O could the fire, renown'd in glafs, produce
One faithful mirrour for his daughter's ufe!
Wherein fhe might her haughty errors trace,
And by reflection learn to mend her face:
The wonted sweetness to her form restore,
Be what she was, and charm mankind once more!




VER. 6. But charming G-y's loft, &c.] Anna Maria Gumley, daughter of John Gumley of Ifleworth, was married to Pulteney, who received with her a very large fortune.

VER. 9. O could the fire, renown'd in glass,] Her father gained his fortune from a glass manufactory; upon which circumstance, though hitherto unexplained, the force and elegance of this fevere but pleafing compofition turns.

Thefe lines were fuppreffed, as Pope afterwards received great civilities from Pulteney.



EAR, damn'd, distracting town, farewell!


Thy fools no more I'll teize :

This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,
Ye harlots, fleep at ease!

To drink and droll be Rowe allow'd
Till the third watchman's toll
Let Jervafe gratis paint, and Frowde
Save three-pence and his foul.

Farewell Arbuthnot's raillery

On every learned fot;

And Garth, the best good Christian he,
Altho' he knows it not.

Lintot, farewell! thy bard must go;
Farewell, unhappy Tonfon!

Heaven gives thee for thy loss of Rowe,
Lean Philips, and fat Johnfont.



• Elsewhere called "Macer."

+ Probably the friend of Wilkes; he wrote fixteen dramatic

pieces of indifferent merit.

See Cibber's Life.

Why should I stay? Both parties* rage;
My vixen mistress † fqualls;

The wits in envious feuds engage:

And Homer (damn him!) calls.

The love of arts lies cold and dead
In Hallifax's urn;

And not one Mufe of all he fed,

Has yet the grace to mourn.

My friends, by turns, my friends confound,
Betray, and are betray'd:

Poor Yrs fold for fifty pounds,
And Bll is a jade.

Why make I friendships with the great,
When I no favour feek?

Still idle, with a busy air,

Deep whimfies to contrive;

The gayeft valetudinaire,

Most thinking rake alive.



* Whigs, and Tories; or rather the Jacobites: for this was written the year of the rebellion.

+ I think he means Terefa Blount, his first flame, who never would fubmit to his jealoufies and humours.


Solicitous for other ends,

Tho' fond of dear repofe;

Careless or drowsy* with my friends,
And frolick with my foes.

Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell †,
For fober, ftudious days!

And Burlington's delicious meal,

For fallads, tarts, and pease!



* He is faid once to have fallen afleep at his own table, when the Prince of Wales was in company.

It is curious that Nicholas Breton, an obfcure writer of verfes 1577, makes nearly the fame complaint in his Poem called "Farewell to Town." See Ellis' Specimens, vol. ii. page 270. And now farewell each dainty difb,

With fundry forts of fugar'd wine!
Farewell, I fay, fine flesh and fish,

To please this dainty mouth of mine!

I now, alas! must leave all these,

And make good cheer with bread and cheese !

Warton had here introduced, as Pope's, an abufive address to Bolingbroke; I have omitted it, because I cannot think Pope would write thefe lines of himself:

"In fpight of fears, of mercy spight,
My genius ftill must rail, and write.

Hafte to thy Twick'nham's fafe retreat,
And mingle with the grumbling great;
There, half devour'd by fpleen, you'll find
The rhyming bubbler of mankind;
There (objects of our mutual hate)
We'll ridicule both church and state.”


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