oothly dull;
tho' not full.
at ill-starr'd rage
n'd by age ?

Same semain in my
Seem like sile TILTZ.
Same, bee ivm
Break Prisen text.
Domn, down dean.
The Pindars, mi tie Mliitons-1.':
Sience, Te Vite vmie buna

And makes Sight neema tume

1) add to it the follow

obscure, is anandaniy atentei wah be? Mechette “u panying it with large me and spianations, whics, dough OLS, are necessary; and without when it could nelinuntetics Brossette has been forced to be this methot .. is my moters the Luris, and on the Satires at Bolemn.

Ver. 163. Silence, pe maltesi vzhaiz Buena a unthin so
A. Phillips, in his Letters from Copenhagen:

The starring wala slang temus ea TrOW..

And to the moon in icy valleys lueet." Weakened Ver. 165. Ralph James Rainh. 1 tane insected first editions, not known to our author will be the Esteuringpiece called Sarney, Tery abusive of Dt Swi. W. Jar

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great expectations of f struggle between the should have the hoidilly) became a memme at the one, he reed to town, where he writers, whose encour poems,

in a manner protectors. It also n the patronage of re.- Encouraged by d a book of poems, nner, in both which rivalled his masters. ing from contentpt. very soul and spirit -his Verses-his :ll poetry. WELSTED, 23, 24.

P. t he received at one ce, among the other ily for the Ministry. 1742.

Pot ough by Welsted, was esire of Dr. Akenside, The simile of Beer is Ider, No. 20. Warton. was stronger in the first

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Sense, speech, and measure, living tongues, and

Let all give way--and Morris may be read.
Flow, Welsted, flow! like thine inspirer, Beer,
Tho'stale, not ripe; tho' thin, yet never clear; 170

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himself. These lines allude to a thing of his, intitled, Night, a Poem. This low writer attended his own works with panegyrics in the Journals, and once in particular praised himself highly above Mr. Addison, in wretched remarks upon that author's account of English Poets, printed in a London Journal, Sept. 1728. He was wholly illiterate, and knew no language, not even French. Being advised to read the rules of dramatic poetry before he began a play, he smiled and replied, “ Shakespear writ without rules."

P. He ended at last in the common sink of all such writers, a po litical newspaper, to which he was recommended by his friend Arnall, and received a small pittance for pay; and being detected in writing on both sides on one and the same day, he publicly justified the morality of his conduct.

He was afterwards patronized by Lord Melcombe (Bubb Doddington) who assisted him in compiling a very curious History of England, from the Restoration to the Revolution, and is frequently mentioned in Lord Melcombe's Diary. Warton.

Ver. 169. Flow, Welsted, &c.] Of this author see the Remark

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Ver. 168.] In the first editions it stood :

Let all give way-and Durgen may be read.
Ver. 168.] Durgen. A ridiculous thing of Ward's.

Ver. 169. Flow, Welsted, flow ! &c.] Parody on Denhum,
Cooper's Hill:

O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream
My great example, as it is my theme :
Tho' deep, yet clear; tho' gentle, yet not dull;
Strong without rage; without o'erflowing, full!".


So sweetly mawkish, and so smoothly dull;
Heady, not strong; o'erflowing, tho' not full.

“Ah Dennis! Gildon ah! what ill-starr'd rage Divides a friendship long confirm’d by age ?


on Book ii. ver. 209. But (to be impartial) add to it the following different character of him :

Mr. Welsted had, in his youth, raised so great expectations of his future genius, that there was a kind of struggle between the most eminent in the two universities, which should have the honour of his education. To compound this, he (civilly) became a member of both, and after having passed some time at the one, he removed to the other. From thence he returned to town, where he became the darling erpectation of all the polite writers, whose encour ragement he acknowledged in his occasional poems, in a manner that will make no small part of the fame of his protectors. It also appears

from his works, that he was happy in the patronage of the most illustrious characters of the present age.—Encouraged by such a combination in his favour, he published a book of poems, some in the Ovidian, some in the Horatian manner, in both which the most exquisite judges pronounce he even rivalled his masters. His Love verses have rescued that way of writing from contentpt.

In his Translations, he has given us the very soul and spirit of his author. His Odehis Epistle-his Verses—his Love-tale-all, are the most perfect things in all poetry. WELSTED, of Himself, Char. of the Times, 8vo. 1728, pp. 23, 24. P.

It should not be forgot to his honour, that he received at one time the sum of 500 pounds for secret service, among the other excellent authors hired to write anonymously for the Ministry. See Report of the Secret Committee, &c. in 1742.

An ode of merit on the Duke of Marlborough by Welsted, was inserted in Dodsley's Miscellanies, at the desire of Dr. Akenside, who, I remember, much commended it. The simile of Beer is exactly copied from Addison in the Freeholder, No. 20. Warton.

Ver. 172. o’erflowing, tho' not full.] It was stronger in the first Edition,

—"and foaming, though not full.” Bowles. Ver. 173. Ah Dennis ! &c.] The reader who has seen, through


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Blockheads with reason wicked wits abhor, 175
But fool with fool is barb'rous civil war.
Embrace, embrace, my sons! be foes no more!
Nor glad vile poets with true critics' gore.

REMARKS. the course of these notes, what a constant attendance Mr. Dennis paid our author and all his works, may perhaps wonder he should be mentioned but twice, and so slightly touched, in this poem. But in truth he looked upon him with some esteem, for having (more generously than all the rest) set his name to such writings. He was also a very old man at this time. By his own account of himself in Mr. Jacob's Lides, he must have been above threescore, and happily lived many years after. So that he was senior to Mr. Durfey, who hitherto of all our poets enjoyed the longest bodily


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Ver. 173. Ah Dennis! Gildon ah!] These men became the public scorn by a mere mistake of their talents. They would needs turn critics of their own country writers (just as Aristotle and Longinus did of theirs) and discourse upon the beauties and defects of composition;

How parts relate to parts, and they to whole:

The body's harmony, the beaming soul. Whereas had they followed the example of those microscopes of wit, Kuster, Wasse, Burman, and their followers, in verbal criticism on the learned languages, their acuteness and industry might have raised them a name equal to the most famous of the Scholiasts.

W.F Ver. 177. Embrace, embrace, my sons ! be foes no more!

Nor glad vile poets with true critics' gore.] This much resembles the beginning of Lucan's Pharsalia:

quæ tanta licentia ferri Gentibus invisis Latium præbere cruorem ?" “Say, Romans, whence so dire a fury rose

To glut with Latian blood your barbarous foes ?” Rowe, But the language of the former verse is more closely modelled from Dryden's version of the verses in the Æneid, expressly parodied :

Embrace again, my sons; be foes no more,
Nor stain your country with her children's gore.


Behold yon pair, in strict embraces join'd; How like in manners, and how like in mind;



Ver. 179. Behold yon pair, &c.] One of these was author of a weekly paper called The Grumbler, as the other was concerned in another called Pasquin, in which Mr. Pope was abused with the Duke of Buckingham, and Bishop of Rochester. They also joined in a piece against his first undertaking to translate the Iliad, intitled Homerides, by Sir Iliad Doggrel, printed 1715.

Of the other works of these gentlemen the world has heard no more than it would of Mr. Pope's, had their united laudable endeavours discouraged him from pursuing his studies.' How few good works had ever appeared (since men of true merit are always the least presuming) had there been always such champions to stifle them in their conception! And were it not better for the public, that a million of monsters should come into the world, which are sure to die as soon as born, than that the serpents should strangle one Hercules in his cradle ? The union of these two authors gave occasion to this epigram,

“ Burnet and Duckit, friends in spite,

Came hissing out in verse;
Both were so forward, each would write,
So dull, each hung an a—.

Ver. 177. Embrace, embrace, my sons ! be foes no more !] Virg.
Æneid. vi.

Ne tanta animis assuescite bella,
Neu patriæ validas in viscera vertite vires :
Tuque prior, tu parce--sanguis meus !"

P. Ver. 179. Behold yon pair, in strict embraces join'd;] Virg. Æneid. vi.

“ Illæ autem paribus quas fulgere cernis in armis,

Concordes animæ,".
And in the fifth.

Euryalus formâ insignis viridique juventa,
Nisus amore pio pueri."



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