THE DUNCIAD (A) 132 And we too boast our Garth and Addison." insisted, because he thought highly of them, but "to refute the Calumny of a rancorous and foui-mouth'd Railer who has asserted in print that the Author of them wrote several Scurrilities in those Papers." For references to Pope in The Speculatist, see pp. 4Oa 148, 187, s>6o.> He was since a hired Scribler in the Daily Courant, where he pour'd forth much Billingsgate against the Lord Bolingbroke and others; after which this man was surprizingly promoted to administer Justice and Law in Jamaica. (*I735a~5x- For Concanen, see Biog. App.> 132. And we too boast our Garth and Addison] Nothing is more remarkable than our author's love of praising good writers. He has celebrated Sir Isaac Newton, Mr. Dryden, Mr. Congreve, Mr. Wycherley, Dr. Garth, Mr. Walsh, Duke of Buckingham, Mr. Addison, Lord Lansdown; in a word, almost every man of his time that deserv'd it. It was very difficult to have that pleasure in a poem on This subject, yet he found means to insert their panegyrick, and here has made even Dulness out of her own mouth pronounce it. It must have been particularly agreeable to him to celebrate Dr. Garth, both as his constant friend thro* life, and as he was his predecessor in this kind of Satire. The Dispensary attack' d the whole Body of Apothecaries, a much more useful one undoubtedly than that of the bad Poets (if in truth this can be call'd a Body, of which no two members ever agreed). It also did what Tibbald says is unpardonable, drew in parts of private character, and introduced persons independent of his Subject < Mist's Journal* June 22, 1738, in a letter signed W.A.). Much more would BoiUau have in- curr'd his censure, who left all subjects whatever on all occasions, to fall upon the bad Poets; which it is to be fear'd wou*d have been more immediately His concern . But certainly next to commending good Writers, the greatest service to learning is to expose the bad, who can only that one way be made of any use to it. This truth is very well set forth in these lines, addrest to our Author. The craven Rook, and pert Jackdaw, (Tho* neither Birds of moral kind) Yet serve, if hanged, or stuff *d witfi straw, To show us, which way blows t/ie wind, Thus dirty Knaves or chattering Foots, Strung up by dozens in thy Lay, Teach more by half than Dennis* rules And point Instruction ev'ry way, With Egypt'j art thy pen may strive One potent drop let this but shed, And ev'ry Rogue that stunk alive Becomes a precious Mummy dead.