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Can make a Cibber, Tibbald1, or Ozell.

The Goddess then, o'er his anointed head,
With mystic words, the sacred Opium shed.
And lo her bird (a monster of a fowl,
Something betwixt a Heideggre3 and Owl)
Perch'd on his crown. "All hail! and hail again,
My son: the promis'd land expects thy reign.
Know, Eusden thirsts no more for sack or praise;
He sleeps among the dull of ancient days;
Safe, where no Critics damn, no duns molest,
Where wretched Withers 5, Ward, and Gildon rest,
And high-born Howard', more majestic sire,
With Fool of Quality completes the quire.
Thou, Cibber! thou, his Laurel shalt support,
Folly, my son, has still a Friend at Court.
Lift up your Gates, ye Princes, see him come!
Sound, sound, ye Viols; be the Cat-call dumb!
Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken Vine;
The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join.

1 Tibbald,] Lewis Tibbald (as pronounced) or Theobald (as written) was bred an Attorney, and son to an Attorney (says Mr Jacob) of Sittenburn in Kent. He was author of some forgotten Plays, Translations, and other pieces. He was concerned in a paper called the Censor, and a Translation of Ovid. P. [Part om.]

2 Ozell.] "Mr John Ozell (if we credit Mr Jacob) did go to school in Leicestershire, where somebody left him something to live on, when he shall retire from business. He was designed to be sent to Cambridge, in order for priesthood; but he chose rather to be placed in an office of accounts, in the City, being qualified for the same by his skill in arithmetic, and writing the necessary hands. He has obliged the world with many translations of French Plays." JACOB, Lives of Dram. Foets, p. 198. P. [Part om.]

3 A Heideggre] A strange bird from Switzerland, and not (as some have supposed) the name of an eminent person who was a man of parts, and, as was said of Petronius, Arbiter Elegantiarum. P. [The German Heydegger, who held the Opera-house with Handel, and managed it, according to Dibdin, 'like another Cibber,' introduced masquerades into England. He brought them into such vogue, that in 1729 he was presented as a nuisance by the Grand Jury. He said of himself that he had come to England out of Switzerland without a farthing, and had then found means to get £5000 a year, and spend it.' In a facetious fragment by Pope, published in Roscoe's Supplement (1825), he is apostrophised as "false Heidegger, who wert so wicked To let in the Devil."]

4 Ver 293. Know, Eusden &c.] In the former Editions.

'Know, Settle, cloy'd with custard and with praise,

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So when Jove's block &c.' Warburton.

5 Withers,] 'George Withers was a great pretender to poetical zeal against the vices of the times, and abused the greatest personages in power, which brought upon him frequent correction. The Marshalsea and Newgate were no strangers to him.' Winstanley. P. [He went over from the Royalist to the Parliamentary side; yet his honesty is undoubted and his power as a satirist now generally acknowledged.]

6 Gildon] Charles Gildon, a writer of criticisms and libels of the last age, bred at St Omer's with the Jesuists; but renouncing popery, he published Blount's books against the divinity of Christ, the Oracles of Reason, &c. He signalized himself as a critic, having written some very bad Plays; abused Mr P. very scandalously in an anonymous pamphlet of the Life of Mr Wycherley, printed by Curl; in another called the New Rehearsal, printed in 1714; in a third, entitled, the Complete Art of English Poetry, in two volumes; and others. P. [See note to Epistle to Arbuthnot, v. 151.]

7 Howard,] Hon. Edward Howard, author of the British Princes, and a great number of wonderful pieces, celebrated by the late Earls of Dorset and Rochester, Duke of Buckingham, Mr Waller, &c. P.

And thou! his Aid-de-camp, lead on my sons,
Light-arm'd with Points, Antitheses, and Puns..
Let Bawdry, Billingsgate, my daughters dear,
Support his front, and Oaths bring up the rear::
And under his, and under Archer's wing,
Gaming and Grub-street skulk behind the King!.
"O when shall rise a Monarch all our own,
And I, a Nursing-mother, rock the throne;
'Twixt Prince and People close the Curtain draw,
Shade him from Light, and cover him from Law;
Fatten the Courtier, starve the learned band,
And suckle Armies, and dry-nurse the land:
Till Senates nod to Lullabies divine,
And all be sleep, as at an Ode of thine."

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She ceas'd. Then swells the Chapel-royal2 throat:
"God save King Cibber!" mounts in ev'ry note.
Familiar White's, "God save King Colley!" cries
"God save King Colley!" Drury-lane replies:
To Needham's quick the voice triumphal rode,
But pious Needham3 dropt the name of God;
Back to the Devil the last echoes roll,

And "Coll!" each Butcher roars at Hockley-hole.
So when Jove's block descended from on high
(As sings thy great forefather Ogilby5)
Loud thunder to its bottom shook the bog,
And the hoarse nation croak'd, "God save King Log!"

1 Under Archer's wing,-Gaming, &c.] When the Statute against Gaming was drawn up, it was represented, that the King, by ancient custom, plays at Hazard one night in the year; and therefore a clause was inserted, with an exception as to that particular. Under this pretence, the Groom-porter had a room appropriated to Gaming all the summer the Court was at Kensington, which his Majesty accidentally being acquainted of with a just indignation prohibited. It is reported the same practice is yet continued wherever the Court resides, and the Hazard Table there open to all the professed Gamesters in town.

'Greatest and justest Sov'REIGN! know you this?

Alas! no more than Thames' calm head can know

Whose meads his arms drown or whose corn o'erflow.' Donne to Queen Eliz. P. [Cf. The Basset-Table, v. 99. The Groom-porter was an officer in the royal household who had succeeded to most of the functions of the Master

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of the Revels. As to the practice referred to by Pope, see Evelyn's Diary, 8 Jan. 1667-8, et al.] 2 Chapel-royal] The voices and instruments used in the service of the Chapel-royal being also employed in the performance of the Birth-day and New-year Odes. P.

3 But pious Needham] A Matron of great fame, and very religious in her way; whose constant prayer it was, that she might "get enough by her profession to leave it off in time, and make her peace with God." But her fate was not so happy; for being convicted and set in the pillory, she was (to the lasting shame of all her great Friends and Votaries) so ill used by the populace, that it put an end to her days. P.

4 Back to the Devil] The Devil Tavern in Fleet-street, where these Odes are usually rehearsed before they are performed at Court. P. [Cf. Imit. of Hor. Bk. 11. Ep. 1. v. 91.]

5 Ogilby-God save King Log!] See Ogilby's Esop's Fables, where, in the story of the Frogs and their King, this excellent hemistic is to be found. P. [Part om.]

THE DUNCIAD.

BOOK THE SECOND.

ARGUMENT.

The King being proclaimed, the solemnity is graced with public Games, and sports of various kinds; not instituted by the Hero, as by Eneas in Virgil, but for greater honour by the Goddess in person (in like manner as the games Pythia, Isthmia, &c. were anciently said to be ordained by the Gods, and as Thetis herself appearing, according to Homer, Odyss. xxiv. proposed the prizes in honour of her son Achilles). Hither flock the Poets and Critics, attended, as is but just, with their Patrons and Booksellers. The Goddess is first pleased, for her disport, to propose games to the Booksellers, and setteth up the Phantom of a Poet, which they contend to overtake. The Races described, with their divers accidents. Next, the game for a Poetess. Then follow the Exercises for the Poets, of tickling, vociferating, diving: The first holds forth the arts and practices of Dedicators, the second of Disputants and fustian Poets, the third of profound, dark, and dirty Party-writers. Lastly, for the Critics, the Goddess proposes (with great propriety) an Exercise, not of their parts, but their patience, in hearing the works of two voluminous Authors, one in verse, and the other in prose, deliberately read without sleeping: The various effects of which, with the several degrees and manners of their operation, are here set forth; till the whole number, not of Critics only, but of spectators, actors, and all present, fall asleep; which naturally and necessarily ends the games.

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BOOK II.

TIGH on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shone
Henley's gilt tub, or Fleckno's Irish throne 2,
Or that where on her Curls the Public pours 3,
All-bounteous, fragrant Grains and Golden show'rs,

1 Henley's gilt tub,] The pulpit of a Dissenter zin. P. [It is not known whether Flecknoe had is usually called a Tub; but that of Mr Orator, Henley was covered with velvet, and adorned with gold. He had also a fair altar, and over it this extraordinary inscription, The Primitive Eucharist. See the history of this person, Book III. [v. 199]. P.

2 Or Fleckno's Irish throne,] Richard Fleckno was an Irish priest, but had laid aside (as himself expressed it) the mechanic part of priesthood. He printed some plays, poems, letters, and travels. I doubt not our Author took occasion to mention him in respect to the poem of Mr Dryden, to which this bears some resemblance, though of a character more different from it than that of the Eneid from the Iliad, or the Lutrin of Boileau from the Défait de Bouts rimées of Sara

actually died about the time (1682) when Dryden wrote his famous satire, or whether the latter with careless malice gave unenviable notoriety to a harmless living writer, who had to the best of his ability honoured Dryden himself. As to the relations between the Dunciad and Dryden's Satire see Introduction to Dunciad, p. 349.]

It may be just worth mentioning, that the Eminence, from whence the ancient Sophists entertained their auditors, was called by the pompous name of a throne;—ἐπὶ θρόνον τινὸς υψηλοῦ μάλα σοφιστικῶς καὶ σοβαρῶς. Themistius, Orat. 1. P.

3 Or that where on her Curls the Public pours,] Edmund Curl stood in the pillory at Charingcross, in March 1727-8. "This (saith Edmund

Great Cibber sate: The proud Parnassian sneer,
The conscious simper, and the jealous leer,
Mix on his look: All eyes direct their rays

On him, and crowds turn Coxcombs as they gaze:
His Peers shine round him with reflected grace,

New edge their dulness, and new bronze their face.
So from the Sun's broad beam in shallow urns

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Heav'n's twinkling Sparks draw light, and point their horns.
Not with more glee, by hands pontific crown'd,

With scarlet hats wide-waving circled round,

Rome in her Capitol saw Querno sit1,

Thron'd on seven hills, the Antichrist of wit.

And now the Queen, to glad her sons, proclaims,
By herald Hawkers, high heroic Games.
They summon all her Race: an endless band
Pours forth, and leaves unpeopled half the land.
A motley mixture! in long wigs, in bags,

In silks, in crapes2, in Garters, and in Rags,
From drawing-rooms, from colleges, from garrets,
On horse, on foot, in hacks, and gilded chariots:
All who true Dunces in her cause appear'd,
And all who knew those Dunces to reward.

Amid that area wide they took their stand,
Where the tall may-pole once o'er-look'd the Strand.
But now (so ANNE and Piety ordain)

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A Church collects the saints of Drury-lane 3..
With Authors, Stationers obey'd the call,
(The field of glory is a field for all).
Glory, and gain, th' industrious tribe provoke;
And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.

Curl) is a false assertion-I had indeed the corporal punishment of what the Gentlemen of the long robe are pleased jocosely to call mounting the Rostrum for one hour; but that scene of action was not in the month of March, but in February." And of the History of his being tost in a Blanket, he saith, "Here, Scriblerus! thou leeseth in what thou assertest concerning the blanket; it was not a blanket, but a rug." Much in the same manner Mr Cibber remonstrated, that his Brothers, at Bedlam, mentioned Book 1. were not Brazen, but Blocks; yet our Author let it pass unaltered, as a trifle that no way altered the relationship. Scriblerus.

Rome in her Capitol saw Querno sit,] Camillo Querno was of Apulia, who, hearing the great Encouragement which Leo X. gave to poets, travelled to Rome with a harp in his hand, and sung to it twenty thousand verses of a poem called Alexias. He was introduced as a Buffoon to Leo, and promoted to the honour of the Laurel; a jest which the Court of Rome and the Pope himself entered into so far, as to cause him to ride on an elephant to the Capitol, and to hold a solemn festival on his coronation; at which it is recorded the Poet himself was so transported as

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to weep for joy. He was ever after a constant frequenter of the Pope's table, drank abundantly, and poured forth verses without number. PAULUS Jovius. Some idea of his poetry is given by Fam. Strada, in his Prolusions. P.

2 [The material of an ordinary clergyman's gown. Cf. Moral Essays, Ep. 1. v. 137.]

3 [In front of the spot now occupied by St Mary-le-Strand, commonlycalled the New Church, anciently stood a cross, at which, says Stowe, "in the year 1294, and other times, the justices itinerant sat without London." In the place of this cross was set up a May-pole, which having been taken down in 1713, a new one was erected opposite Somerset House. This second May-pole had two gilt balls and a vane on the summit, and was decorated on holidays with flags and garlands. It was removed in 1718, probably being thought in the way of the new church which was then being erected. Sir Isaac Newton begged it of the parish, and afterwards sent it to the Rector of Wanstead, who set it up in Wanstead Park to support the then largest telescope in Europe.' Leigh Hunt's Town.]

4 [Stationers, i.e. booksellers.]

A Poet's form she plac'd before their eyes,
And bade the nimblest racer seize the prize;
No meagre, muse-rid mope, adust and thin,
In a dun night-gown of his own. loose skin;
But such a bulk as no twelve bards could raise,
Twelve starv'ling bards of these degen'rate days.
All as a partridge plump, full-fed, and fair,
She form'd this image of well-body'd air;
With pert flat eyes she window'd well its head;
A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead;
And empty words she gave, and sounding Strain,
But senseless, lifeless! idol void and vain!
Never was dash'd out, at one lucky hit,
A fool, so just a copy of a wit;

So like, that critics said, and courtiers swore,
A Wit it was, and call'd the phantom Moore1.
All gaze with ardour: some a poet's name,
Others a sword-knot and lac'd suit inflame.
But lofty Lintot 2 in the circle rose:
"This prize is mine; who tempt it are my foes;
"With me began this genius, and shall end."
He spoke and who with Lintot shall contend?

Fear held them mute. Alone, untaught to fear,
Stood dauntless Curl3; "Behold that rival here!
"The race by vigour, not by vaunts is won;
"So take the hindmost, Hell," (he said) "and run."
Swift as a bard the bailiff leaves behind,
He left huge Lintot, and out-stripp'd the wind.
As when a dab-chick waddles thro' the copse

On feet and wings, and flies, and wades, and hops:

So lab'ring on, with shoulders, hands, and head,
Wide as a wind-mill all his figure spread,
With arms expanded Bernard rows his state,
And left-legg'd Jacob seems to emulate.
Full in the middle way there stood a lake,

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1 [Pope has a note too long for insertion on the sins of this hated personage, James Moore Smythe, the son of Arthur Moore. James was an admirer of Teresa Blount, and intimate with her family, as well as an occasional associate of Pope's literary circle. He was the author of a comedy called the Rival Modes, in which he was accused by Pope of having plagiarised the lines addressed by the latter to Martha Blount on her birth-day. See note ad loc.]

2 But lofty Lintot] We enter here upon the episode of the Booksellers: Persons, whose names being more known and famous in the learned world than those of the Authors in this poem, do therefore need less explanation. The action of Mr Bernard Lintot here imitates that of Dares in Virgil, rising just in this manner to lay hold on a Bull. This eminent Bookseller printed the Rival Modes before-mentioned. P. [Young, in Spence's

Anecdotes, calls Lintot 'a great sputtering fellow.']

3 Stood dauntless Curl;] We come now to a character of much respect, that of Mr Edmund Curl. As a plain repetition of great actions is the best praise of them, we shall only say of this eminent man, that he carried the Trade many lengths beyond what it ever before had arrived at; and that he was the envy and admiration of all his profession. He possessed himself of a command over all authors whatever; he caused them to write what he pleased; they could not call their very Names their own. He was not only famous among these; he was taken notice of by the State, the Church, and the Law, and received particular marks of distinction from each. P. [Part om.]

4 [A dab-chick is a small water-fowl which is constantly dabbling under the water.]

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