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THE 


LIVES 


OF 


THE  MOST  EMINENT 

' 


ENGLISH  POETS 


WITH 


CRITICAL    OBSERVATIONS 


ON    THEIR 


WORKS, 


BY  SAMUEL  JOHNSON,  L.L.  I). 


JX  TWO  VOLUMES. 


VOL.  1. 


CHARLESTOWN. 

"HIXTED  AND  SOLD  BY  S\7,1UEL  ETHERIDGK,  .Tiu.V 

1810. 


557  A 


•      » 


ORIGINAL  ADVERTISEMENT 


TO    THE 


FIRST  EDITION,  1779,  1780. 


JL  HE  booksellers  having  determined  to  publish  a  body  of  Eng- 
lish poetry,  I  was  persuaded  to  promise  them  a  preface  to  the 
works  of  each  author  ;  an  undertaking,  as  it  was  then  presented 
to  my  mind,  not  very  extensive  or  difficult. 

My  purpose  was  only  to  have  allotted  to  every  poet  an  adver- 
tisement, like  those  which  we  find  in  the  French  miscellanies, 
containing  a  few  dates  and  a  general  character ;  but  I  have  been 
led  beyond  my  intention,  I  hope,  by  the  honest  desire  of  giving 
useful  pleasure. 

In  this  minute  kind  of  history,  the  succession  of  facts  is  not 
easily  discovered  ;  and  I  am  not  without  suspicion  that  some  of 
Dryden's  works  are  placed  in  wrong  years.  I  have  followed 
Langbaine,  as  the  best  authority  for  his  plays  ;  and  if  I  shall 
hereafter  obtain  a  more  correct  chronology,  will  publish  it ;  but 
I  do  not  yet  know  that  my  account  is  erroneous.* 

Dryden's  Remarks  on  Rymer  have  been  somewhere  f  printed 
before.  The  former  edition  I  have  not  seen.  This  was  trans- 
cribed for  the  press  from  his  own  manuscript. 

*  Langbaine's  authority  will  not  support  the  dates  assigned  to  Dryden's 
plays.  These  are  now  rectified  in  the  margin  by  reference  to  the  original 
editions,  the  only  guides  to  be  relied  on.  R. 

f  In  the  edition  of  Beaumont  and  Fletcher,  by  Mr.  Colman     R. 


ADVERTISEMENT. 

As  this  undertaking  was  occasional  and  unforeseen,  I  must  be 
supposed  to  have  engaged  in  it  with  less  provision  of  materials 
than  might  have  been  accumulated  by  longer  premeditation. 
Of  the  later  writers  at  least  I  might,  by  attention  and  inquiry, 
have  gleaned  many  particulars,  which  would  have  diversified  and 
enlivened  my  biography.  These  omissions,  which  it  is  now 
useless  to  lament,  have  been  often  supplied  by  the  kindness  of 
Mr.  Steevens  and  other  friends ;  and  great  assistance  has  been 
given  me  by  Mr.  Spence's  collections,  of  which  I  consider  the 
communication  as  a  favour  worthy  of  public  acknowledgment 


CONTENTS 


THE  FIRST  VOLUME. 


Page- 

COWLEY, .     .     1 

DENUAM, 51 

MILTON, -59 

BUTLER, 127 

ROCHESTER, 139 

ROS  COMMON, 145 

OTVVAY, 153 

WALLER, 157 

FOMFRET, 195 

DORSET, " 197 

STEPNEY, '....• 201 

J.  PHILIPS, 203 

WALSH, 217 

DRYDEN, 219 

SMITH, 321 

DUKE, 341 

KING, 343 

SPRVT, 347 

HALIFAX, 353 

PARNELL, 357 

GARTH, 361 

ROWE, 365 

ADDISON, 375 

HUGHES, 423 

SHEFFIELD,  duke  of  Buckinghamshire,      .  .    -         .  487 


COWLEY. 


JL  HE  Life  of  Cowley,  notwithstanding  the  penury  of  English 
biography,  has  been  written  by  Dr.  Sprat,  an  author  whose  preg- 
nancy of  imagination  and  elegance  of  language  have  deservedly 
set  him  high  in  the  ranks  of  literature  ;  but  his  zeal  of  friendship? 
or  ambition  of  eloquence,  has  produced  a  funeral  oration  rather 
than  a  history  ;  he  has  given  the  character,  not  the  life,  of  Cow- 
ley  ;  for  he  writes  with  so  little  detail,  that  scarcely  any  thing  is 
distinctly  known,  but  all  is  shown  confused  and  enlarged  through 
f.he  mist  of  panegyric. 

ABRAHAM  COWLEY  was  born  in  the  year  one  thousand  six  hun- 
dred and  eighteen.  His  father  was  a  grocer,  whose  condition  Dr. 
Sprat  conceals  under  the  general  appellation  of  a  citizen  ;  and, 
what  would  probably  not  have  been  less  carefully  suppressed,  the 
omission  of  his  name  in  the  register  of  St.  Dunstan's  parish, 
gives  reason  to  suspect  that  his  father  was  a  sectary.  Whoever 
he  was,  he  died  before  the  birth  of  his  son,  and  consequently  left 
him  to  the  care  of  his  mother  j  whom  Wood  represents  as  strug- 
gling earnestly  to  procure  him  a  literary  education,  and  who,  as 
she  lived  to  the  age  of  eighty,  had  her  solicitude  rewarded  by 
seeing  her  son  eminent,  and,  I  hope,  by  seeing  him  fortunate,  and 
partaking  his  prosperity.  We  know  at  least,  from  Sprat's  ac- 

f 

count,  that  he  always  acknowledged  her  care,  and  justly  paid 
the  dues  of  filial  gratitude. 

In  the  window  of  his  mother's  apartment  lay  Spenser's  Fairy 
Queen  ;  in  which  he  very  early  took  delight  to  read,  till,  by  feeling 
the  charms  of  verse,  he  became,  as  he  relates,  irrecoverably  a 
poet.  Such  are  the  accidents  which,  sometimes  remembered, 
and  perhaps  sometimes  forgotten,  produce  that  particular  desig- 
nation of  mind,  and  propensity  for  some  certain  science  or  em- 
ployment, which  is  commonly  called  genius.  The  true  genius 
is  a  mind  of  large  general  powers,  accidentally  determined  to 
some  particular  direction.  Sir  Joshua  Reynolds,  the  great  painter 
of  the  present  age,  had  the  first  fondness  for  his  art  excited  by 
the  perusal  of  Richardson's  treatise. 


LIFE  OF  CO\VLEY. 

By  his  mother's  solicitation  he  was  admitted  into  Westminster 
school,  where  he  was  soon  distinguished.  He  was  wont,  says 
Sprat,  to  relate,  "  that  he  had  this  defect  in  his  memory  at  that 
time,  that  his  teachers  never  could  bring  it  to  retain  the  ordinary 
rules  of  grammar." 

This  is  an  instance  of  the  natural  desire  of  man  to  propagate 
a.  wonder.  It  is  surely  very  difficult  to  tell  any  thing  as  it  was 
heard,  when  Sprat  couki  not  refrain  from  amplifying  a  commo- 
dious incident,  though  the  book  to  which  he  prefixed  his  narra- 
tive contained  its  confutation.  A  memory  admitting  some  tilings, 
and  rejecting  others,  an  intellectual  digestion  that  concocted  the 
pulp  of  learning,  but  refused  the  husks,  had  the  appearance  of 
an  instinctive  elegance,  of  a  particular  provision  made  by  nature 
for  literary  politeness.  But  in  the  author's  own  honest  relation, 
the  marvel  vanishes  ;  he  was,  he  says,  such  "  an  enemy  to  all 
constraint,  that  his  master  never  could  prevail  on  him  to  learn 
the  rules  without  book."  He  does  not  tcil  that  he  could  not 
learn  the  rules  ;  but  that,  being  able  to  perform  his  exercises 
without  them,  and  being  an  "  enemy  to  constraint/'  he  spared 
himself  the  labour. 

Among  the  English  poets,  Cowley,  Milton,  and  Pope,  might 
be  said  "  to  lisp  in  numbers  ;"  and  have  given  such  early  proofs, 
not  only  of  powers  of  language,  but  of  comprehension  of  things, 
as  to  more  tardy  minds  seem  scarcely  credible.  But  of  the 
learned  puerilities  of  Cowley  there  is  no  doubt,  since  a  volume 
of  his  poems  was  not  only  written,  but  printed  in  his  thirteenth 
year  ;*  containing,  with  other  poetical  compositions,  "  The  trag- 
ical History  of  Pyramus  and  Thisbe,"  written  when  he  was  ten 
years  old ;  and  "  Constantia  and  Philetus."  written  two  years 
after. 

While  he  was  yet  at  school  he  produced  a  comedy  called 
"  Love's  Riddie,"  though  it  was  not  published  till  he  had  been 
some  time  at  Cambridge.  This  comedy  is  of  the  pastoral  kind, 
which  requires  no  acquaintance  with  the  living  world,  and  there- 
fore the  time  at  which  it  was  composed  adds  little  to  the  won- 
ders of  Cowley's  minority. 

*  This  volume  was  not  published  before  1633,  wlvcn  Cowley  w;is  fifteen 
years  alt!.  Dr.  Johnson,  as  well  as  former  biographers,  seems  to  have  been 
misled  b>  the  portrait  of  Cowley  being  by  mistake  marked  with  the  age  of 
thirteen  ;.  ears.  R. 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY.  5 

In  1636,  he  was  removed  to  Cambridge,*  where  he  continued 
his  studies  with  great  intenseness  ;  for  he  is  said  to  have  written, 
while  he  was  yet  a  young  student,  the  greater  part  of  his  "  Da- 
videis  ;"  a  work  of  which  the  materials  could  not  have  been  col- 
lected  without  the  study  of  many  years,  but  by  a  mind  of  the 
greatest  vigour  and  activity. 

Two  years  after  his  settlement  at  Cambridge  he  published 
"  Love's  Riddle,"  with  a  poetical  dedication  to  Sir  Kenelm  Dig- 
by  ;  of  whose  acquaintance  all  his  contemporaries  seem  to  have 
been  ambitious  ;  and  "  Naufragium  Joculare,"  a  comedy  writ- 
ten in  Latin,  but  without  due  attention  to  the  ancient  models  ; 
for  it  is  not  loose  verse,  but  mere  prose.  It  was  printed,  with 
a  dedication  in  verse,  to  Dr.  Comber,  master'of  the  college  ;  b'ut, 
having  neither  the  facility  of  a  popular  nor  the  accuracy  of  a 
learned  work,  it  seems  to  be  now  universally  neglected. 

At  the  beginning  of  the  civil  war,  as  the  prince  passed  through 
Cambridge  in  his  way  to  York,  he  was  entertained  with  the  repre- 
sentation of  the  "  Guardian,"  a  comedy,  which  Cowley  says  was 
neither  written  nor  acted,  but  rough  drawn  by  him,  and  repeated 
by  the  scholars.  That  this  comedy  was  printed  during  his  ab- 
sence from  his  country,  he  appears  to  have  considered  as  in- 
jurious to  his  reputation  ;  though,  during  the  suppression  of  the 
theatres,  it  was  sometimes  privately  acted  with  sufficient  appro- 
bation. 

In  1643,  being  now  master  of  arts,  he  was,  by  the  prevalence 
of  the  parliament,  ejected  from  Cambridge,  and  sheltered  himself 
at  St.  John's  college  in  Oxford  ;  where,  as  is  said  by  Wood) 
he  published  a  satire,  called  "  The  Puritan  and  Papist,"  which 
was  only  inserted  in  the  last  collection  of  his  works  ;f  and  so 
distinguished  himself  by  the  warmth  of  his  loyalty  and  the  ele- 
gance of  his  conversation,  that  he  gained  the  kindness  and  confi- 
dence of  those  who  attended  the  king,  and  amongst  others  of 

*  He  was  a  candidate  this  year  at  Westminster  school  for  election  to  Trin- 
i  ty  college,  but  proved  unsuccessful.  N. 

f  In  the  first  edition  of  this  life,  Dr.  Johnson  wrote,  "  which  was  never 
inserted  in  any  collection  ot'his  works  :"  but  he  altered  the  expression  when 
the  lives  were  collected  into  volumes.  The  satire  was  added  to  Cowley's 
Works  by  the  particular  direction  of  Dr.  Johnson.  N. 

Vor«   i.  2 


4  LIFE  OF  COWLEY. 

lord  Falkland,  whose  notice  cast  a  lustre  on  all  to  whom  it  was 
extended. 

About  the  time  when  Oxford  was  surrendered  to  the  paiTux" 
mcnt,  he  followed  the  queen  to  Paris,  where  he  became  secre- 
tary to  the  lord  Jermin,  afterwards  earl  of  St.  Albans,  and 
was  employed  in  such  correspondence  as  the  royal  cause  re- 
quired, and  particularly  in  cyphering  and  dccyphering  the  let- 
ters that  passed  between  the  king  and  queen  ;  an  employment 
of  the  highest  confidence  and  honour.  So  wide  was  his  province 
of  intelligence,  that,  for  several  years,  it  filled  all  his  days  and 
two  or  three  nights  in  the  week. 

In  the  year  1647,  his  "  Mistress"  was  published  ;  for  he  im- 
agined, as  he  declared  in  his  preface  to  a  subsequent  edition, 
that  "  poets  are  scarcely  thought  freemen  of  their  company 
\vithout  paying  some  duties,  or  obliging  themselves  to  be  true 
to  love." 

This  obligation  to  amorous  ditties  owes,  I  believe,  its  original 
to  the  fame  of  Petrarch,  who,  in  an  age  rude  and  uncultivated,  by 
his  tuneful  homage  to  his  Laura,  refined  the  rwanners  of  the  let- 
tered world,  and  filled  Europe  with  love  and  poetry.  But  the  basis 
of  all  excellence  is  truth  ;  he  that  professes  love  ought  to  feel 
its  power.  Petrarch  was  a  real  lover,  and  Laura  doubtless  de- 
served his  tenderness.  Of  Cowley,  -we  m-^  tnlrl  by  Barnes,* 
•\vlio  had  means  enough  of  information,  that,  whatever  he  may 
talk  of  his  own  inflammability,  and  the  variety  of  characters 
by  which  his  heart  was  divided,  he  in  reality  was  in  love  but 
once,  and  then  never  had  resolution  to  tell  his  passion. 

This  consideration  cannot  but  abate,  in  some  measure,  the 
reader's  esteem  for  the  work  and  the  author.  To  love  excel-, 
lence,  is  natural  ;  it  is  natural  likewise  for  the  lover  to  solicit 
reciprocal  regard  by  an  elaborate  display  of  his  own  qualifications. 
The  desire  of  pleasing  has  in  different  men  produced  actions  of 
heroism,  and  effusions  of  wit  ;  but  it  seems  as  reasonable  to  ap- 
pear the  champion  as  the  poet  of  an  "  airy  nothing,"  and  to 
quarrel  as  to  write  for  what  Cowley  might  have  learned  from 
his  master  Pindar  to  call  "  the  dream  of  a  shadow." 

It  is  surely  not  difficult,  in  the  solitude  of  a  college,  or  in  the 
bustle  of  the  world,  to  find  useful  studies  and  serious  employment. 

*  V-  Barnesii  Anacreontem.    Dr.  J, 


LIFE  OF  COY\  LEY.  5 

No  man  needs  to  be  so  burthened  •with  life  as  to  squander  it  in 
voluntary  dreams  of  fictitious  occurrences.  The  man  that  sits 
down  to  suppose  himself  charged  with  treason  or  peculation,  and 
heats  his  mind  to  an  elaborate  purgation  of  his  character  from 
crimes  which  he  was  never  within  the  possibility  of  committing, 
differs  only  by  the  infrequency  of  his  folly  from  him  who  praises 
beauty  which  he  never  saw ;  complains  of  jealousy  which  he  never 
felt  ;  supposes  himself  sometimes  invited,  and  sometimes  for- 
saken ;  fatigues  his  fancy,  and  ransacks  his  memory,  for  images 
•which  may  exhibit  the  gaiety  of  hope,  or  the  gloominess  of  des- 
pair ;  and  dresses  his  imaginary  Chloris  or  Phyllis,  sometimes  in 
flowers  fading  as  her  beauty,  and  sometimes  in  gems  lasting  as 
her  virtues. 

At  Paris,  as  secretary  to  lord  Jermin,  he  was  engaged  in 
transacting  things  of  real  importance  with  real  men  and  real 
women,  and  at  that  time  did  not  much  employ  his  thoughts  upon 
phantoms  of  gallantry.  Some  of  his  letters  to  Mr.  Bennet, 
afterward  earl  of  Arlington,  from  April  to  December,  in  1650, 
are  preserved  in  "  Miscellanea  Aulica,"  a  collection  of  papers 
published  by  Brown.  These  letters,  being  written  like  those  of 
other  men  whose  minds  are  more  on  things  than  words,  contrib- 
ute no  otherwise  to  his  reputation  than  as  they  shew  him  to  have 
been  above  the  affectation  of  unseasonable  elegance,  and  to  have 
known  that  the  business  of  a  statesman  can  be  little  forwarded 
by  flowers  of  rhetoric. 

One  passage,  however,  seems  not  unworthy  of  some  notice. 
Speaking  of  the  Scotch  treaty  then  in  agitation : 

"  The  Scotch  treaty,"  says  he,  "  is  the  only  thing  now  in  which 
Vie  are  vitally  concerned ;  I  am  one  of  the  last  hopers,  and  yet 
cannot  now  abstain  from  believing  that  an  agreement  will  be 
made  ;  all  people  upon  the  place  incline  to  that  of  union.  The 
Scotch  will  moderate  something  of  the  rigour  of  their  demands  ; 
the  mutual  necessity  of  an  accord  is  visible,  the  king  is  persuaded 
of  it.  And  to  tell  you  the  truth  which  I  take  to  be  an  argument 
above  all  the  rest,  Virgil  has  told  the  same  thing  to  that  purpose." 

This  expression  from  a  secretary  of  the  present  time  would 
be  considered  as  merely  ludicrous,  or  at  most  as  an  ostentatious 
display  of  scholarship  ;  but  the  manners  of  that  time  were  so 
tinged  with  superstition,  that  I  cannot  but  suspect  Cowley  of 


6  LIFE  OF  CO  NY  LEY. 

having  consulted  on  this  great  occasion  the  Virgilian  lots,*  and 
to  have  given  some  credit  to  the  answer  of  his  oracle. 

*  Consulting  the  Virgilian  lots,  Sortes  Virgilianie,  is  a  method  of  divi- 
nation  by  the  opening  of  Virgil,  and  applying  to  the  circumstances  of  the 

I"  ;  user  tin-  first  passage  in  either  of  the  two  pages  that  he  accidentally 
l;\(  s  Iiis  fvf  oil.  It  is  :;aid  that  king  Charles  I.  and  lord  Falkland,  being  in 
ihi-  UiMlk-ian  library,  made  this  experiment  of  their  future  fortunes,  and 
in  ft  with  passages  equally  ominous  to  each.  That  of  the  king  was  the 
(olio wing  ; 

At  hello  audacis  populi  vcxatns  S-t  armis, 
Finilms  extorris,  complexu  avnlsus  luli, 
Auxilium  imploret,  videatque  indigna  suorum 
Funera,  nee,  cum  se  sub  leges  patis  iniijuie 
Tradiderit,  regno  aut  optata  luce  fruatur  ; 
Sed  cadat  ante  diem,  mediaquc  inhumatus  arena. 

JEncid  iv.  C15. 

Yet  let  a  race  untam'd,  and  haughty  foes, 
His  peaceful  entrance  with  dire  arms  oppose, 
Oppress'd  with  numbers  in  th'  unequal  field, 
His  men  discourag'd,  and  himself  expell'd ; 
Let  him  for  succour  sue  from  place  to  place, 
Torn  from  his  subjects  and  his  son's  embrace. 
First  let  him  see  his  friends  in  battle  slain, 
And  their  untimely  fate  lament  in  vain  ; 
And  when,  at  length,  the  cruel  war  shall  cease, 
On  hard  conditions  may  he  buy  his  peace; 
Nor  let  him  then  enjoy  supreme  command, 
Hut  fall  untimely  by  some  hostile  hand, 

And  lie  unbury'd  on  the  barren  sand. 

^ 

D&  YD  EN. 

LORD  FALKLAND'S. 

Xou  hxc,  O  Palla,  dederas  promissa  parenti, 
( 'autius  ut  sicvo  velles  te  credere  Marti. 
Hand  ignarus  cram,  quantum  nova  gloria  in  armis, 
Et  priedulce  decus  primo  ccrtamine  posset. 
I'rimilix  juvenis  miscne,  belliquc  propinqui 
Dura  rudimenta,  ^c  nulli  exaudita  Dcorum, 
Vota  pivcesque  mcic  ! 

jEncid  xi.  152. 

O  Pallas,  thou  hast  fa i I'd  thy  plighted  word, 
To  light  \\  ith  caution,  not  to  tempt  the  sword  ; 
1  warn'd  thee,  but  in  vain,  for  well  I  knew 
AVhat  perils  youthful  ardour  would  pursue  ; 
That  boiling  blood  would  carry  thee  too  far, 
Young  as  thou  wert  to  dangers,  raw  to  war. 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY.  7 

Some  years  afterwards,  "  business,"  says  Sprat,  "  passed  of 
course  into  other  hands  ;"  and  Cowiey,  being  no  longer  useful  at 
Paris,  was  in  1656  sent  back  into  England,  that,  "  under  pretence 
of  privacy  and  retirement,  he  might  take  occasion  of  giving  no- 
tice of  the  posture  of  things  in  this  nation." 

Soon  after  his  return  to  London,  he  was  seized  by  some  mes- 
sengers of  the  usurping  powers,  who  were  sent  out  in  quest  of 
another  man  ;  and  being  examined,  was  put  into  confinement, 
from  which  he  was  not  dismissed  without  the  security  of  a  thou- 
sand pounds  given  by  Dr.  Scarborow. 

This  year  he  published  his  poems,  with  a  preface,  in  which  he 
seems  to  have  inserted  something  suppressed  in  subsequent  edi- 
tions, which  was  interpreted  to  denote  some  relaxation  of  his  loy- 
alty. In  this  preface  he  declares,  that  "  his  desire  had  been  for 
some  days  past,  and  did  still  very  vehemently  continue,  to  retire 
himself  to  some  of  the  American  plantations,  and  to  forsake  this 
world  for  ever." 

From  the  obloquy  which  the  appearance  of  submission  to  the 
usurpers  brought  upon  him,  his  biographer  has  been  very  diligent 
to  clear  him,  and  indeed  it  does  not  seem  to  have  lessened  his 
reputation.  His  wish  for  retirement  we  can  easily  believe  to  be 
undissembled  ;  a  man  harassed  in  one  kingdom,  and  persecuted 
in  another,  who,  after  a  course  of  business  that  employed  all  his 
days  and  half  his  nights  in  cyphering  and  decyphering,  comes  to 
his  own  country  and  steps  into  a  prison,  will  be  willing  enough  to 
retire  to  some  place  of  quiet  and  of  safety.  Yet  let  neither  our 
reverence  for  a  genius,  nor  our  pity  for  a  sufferer,  dispose  us  to 
forget  that,  if  his  activity  was  virtue,  his  retreat  was  cowardice. 

He  then  took  upon  himself  the  character  of  physician,  still, 
according  to  Sprat,  with  intention  "  to  dissemble  the  main  design 
of  his  coming  over ;"  and,  as  Mr.  Wood  relates,  "  complying 

O  curst  essay  of  arms,  disastrous  doom, 
Prelude  of  bloody  fields  and  fights  to  come  '. 
Hard  elements  of  unauspicious  war, 
Vain  vosvs  to  Heaven,  and  unavailing  care  ! 

DRYDEXT. 

Hoffman,  in  hisLexicon,  gives  a  very  satisfactory  account  of  this  practice  ot 
seeking  fates  in  books  ;  and  says,  that  it  was  used  by  the  pagans,  the  Jewish 
rabbins,  and  even  the  early  Christians  ;  the  latter  taking  the  New  Testament 
for  their  oracle.  H. 


Ul-'K  ()!• 

with  the  men  then  in  power,  which  was  much  taken  noiice  of  by 
the  royal  parly,  he  ohlained  an  order  to  be  created  doctor  of 
physic  ;  which  being  done  to  his  mind,  whereby  he  gained  the 
ill  will  of  some  of  his  friends,  he  went  into  France  again,  having 
made  a  copy  of  verses  on  Oliver's  death." 

This  is  no  favourable  representation,  yet  even  in  this  not  much 
wrong  can  be  discovered.  How  far  he  complied  with  the  men 
in  power,  is  to  be  inquired  lie  fore  lie  can  be  blamed.  It  is  not 
said  that  he  told  them  any  secrets,  or  assisted  them  by  intelligence 
or  any  other  act.  If  he  only  promised  to  be  quiet,  that  they  in 
whose  hands  he  was  might  free  him  from  confinement,  he  did 
v,  hat  no  law  of  society  prohibits. 

The  man  whose  miscarriage  in  a  just  cause  has  put  him  into  the 
power  of  his  enemy  may,  without  any  violation  of  his  integrity, 
regain  his  liberty,  or  preserve  his  life,  by  a  promise  of  neutrality  ; 
for  the  stipulation  gives  the  enemy  nothing  which  he  had  not 
before  ;  the  neutrality  of  a  captive  may  be  always  secured  by  his 
imprisonment  or  death.  He  that  is  at  the  disposal  of  another  may 
net  promise  to  aid  him  in  any  injurious  act,  because  no  power 
can  compel  active  obedience.  He  may  engage  to  do  nothing,  but 
not  to  do  ill. 

There  is  reason  to  think  that  Cowley  promised  little.  It  does 
not  appear  that  his  compliance  gained  him  confidence  enough  to 
be  trusted  without  security,  for  the  bond  of  his  bail  was  never  can- 
celled ;  nor  that  it  made  him  think  himself  secure,  for  at  that 
dissolution  of  government  which  followed  the  death  of  Oliver,  he 
returned  into  France,  where  he  resumed  his  former  station,  and 
staid  till  the  restoration. 

<;  He  continued,"  says  his  biographer,  "  under  these  bonds  till 
the  general  deliverance  ;"  it  is  therefore  to  be  supposed,  that  he 
did  not  go  to  France,  and  act  again  for  the  king,  without  the  con- 
sent of  his  bondsman  ;  that  he  did  not  shew  his  loyalty  at  the  haz- 
ard of  his  friend,  but  by  his  friend's  permission. 

Of  the  verses  on  Oliver's  death,  in  which  Wood's  narrative 
seems  to  imply  something  encomiastic,  there  has  been  no  appear- 
ance. There  is  a  discourse  concerning  his  government,  indeed, 
with  verses  intermixed,  but  such  as  certainly  gained  its  author  no 
friends  among  the  abettors  of  usurpation. 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY. 

A  doctor  of  physic  however  he  was  made  at  Oxford,  in  De- 
cember 1657  ;  and  in  the  commencement  of  the  Royal  Society, 
of  which  an  account  has  been  given  by  Dr.  Birch,  he  appears 
busy  among-  the  experimental  philosophers  with  the  title  of  Dr. 
Cowley. 

There  is  no  reason  for  supposing  that  he  ever  attempted  prac- 
tice ;  but  his  preparatory  studies  have  contributed  something  to 
the  honour  of  his  country.  Considering  botany  as  necessary  to 
a  physician,  he  retired  into  Kent  to  gather  plants ;  and  as  the 
predominance  of  a  favourite  study  affects  all  subordinate  opera- 
tions of  the  intellect,  botany  in  the  mind  of  Cowley  turned  into 
poetry.  He  composed  in  Latin  several  books  on  plants,  of  which 
the  first  and  second  display  the  qualities  of  herbs,  in  elegiac  verse  ; 
the  third  and  fourth,  the  beauties  of  flowers,  in  various  measures ; 
and  in  the  fifth  and  sixth,  the  uses  of  trees,  in  heroic  numbers. 

At  the  same  time  were  produced,  from  the  same  university, 
the  two  great  poets,  Cowley  and  Milton,  of  dissimilar  genius,  of 
opposite  principles ;  but  concurring  in  the  cultivation  of  Latin 
poetry,  in  which  the  English,  till  their  works  and  May's  poem 
appeared,*  seemed  unable  to  contest  the  palm  with  any  other  of 
the  lettered  nations. 

If  the  Latin  performances  of  Cowiey  and  Milton  be  compared, 
for  May  I  hold  to  be  superior  to  both,  the  advantage  seems  to 
lie  on  the  side  of  Cowley.  Milton  is  generally  content  to  express 
the  thoughts  of  the  ancients  in  their  language  ;  Cowley,  without 
much  loss  of  purity  or  elegance,  accommodates  the  diction  of 
Rome  to  his  own  conceptions. 

At  the  restoration,  after  all  the  diligence  of  his  long  service, 
and  with  consciousness  not  only  of  the  merit  of  fidelity,  but  of  the 
dignity  of  great  abilities,  he  naturally  expected  ample  prefer- 
ments ;  and,  that  he  might  not  be  forgotten  by  his  own  fault, 
wrote  a  song  of  triumph.  But  this  was  a  time  of  such  general 
hope,  that  great  numbers  were  inevitably  disappointed ;  and  Cow- 
ley  found  his  reward  very  tediously  delayed.  He  had  been  prom- 
ised by  both  Charles  the  first  and  second,  the  mastership  of  the 

*  By  May's  poem  v,-e  are  here  to  understand  a  continuation  of  Lucan's 
Pharsalia  to  the  death  of  Julius  Csesar,  by  Thomas  May,  an  eminent  poet 
and  historian,  who  flourished  in  the  reigns  of  Jarnes  and  Charles  I,  and  of 
whom  a  life  is  given  in  the  Biographia  Britannica.  11. 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY. 

Savoy  ;  hut  "  he  lost  it,"  says  Wood,  "by  certain  persons,  ene- 
mies to  the  muses." 

1  he  neglect  of  the  court  was  not  his  only  mortification  ;  hav- 
ing, by  such  alteration  as  he  thought  proper,  fitted  his  old  com- 
edy of  "  The  Guardian"  for  the  stage,  he  produced  it  to  the  pub- 
lic *  under  the  title  of  «  The  Cutter  of  Coleman  street."!  It  was 
treated  on  the  stage  with  great  severity,  and  was  afterwards  cen- 
sured as  a  satire  on  the  king's  party. 

Mr.  Drydcn,  who  went  with  Mr.  Sprat  to  the  first  exhibition, 
related  to  Mr.  Dennis,  "  that  when  they  told  Cowley  how  little 
favour  had  been  shewn  him,  he  received  the  news  of  his  ill  suc- 
cess, not  with  so  much  firmness  as  might  have  been  expected 
from  so  great  a  man." 

What  firmness  they  expected,  or  what  weakness  Cowley  dis- 
covered, cannot  be  known.  lie  that  misses  his  end  will  never 
be  as  much  pleased  as  he  that  attains  it,  even  when  he  can  im- 
pute no  part  of  his  failure  to  himself  ;  and  when  the  end  is  to 
please  the  multitude,  no  man  perhaps  has  a  right,  in  things  ad- 
mitting of  gradation  and  comparison,  lo  throw  the  whole  blame 
upon  his  judges,  and  totally  to  exclude  diffidence  and  shame  by 
a  haughty  consciousness  of  his  own  excellence. 

For  the  rejection  of  this  play  it  is  difficult  now  to  find  the  rea- 
son :  it  certainly  has,  in  a  very  great  degree,  the  power  of  fix- 
ing attention  and  exciting  merriment.  From  the  charge  of  dis- 
affection he  exculpates  himself  in  his  preface,  by  observing  how 
unlikely  it  is  that,  having  followed  the  royal  family  through  all 
their  distresses, "  he  should  choose  the  time  of  their  restoration 
to  begin  a  quarrel  with  them.1*  It  appears,  however,  from  the 
theatrical  register  of  Downes,  the  prompter,  to  have  been  pop- 
ularly considered  as  a  satire  on  the  royalists. 

That  he  might  shorten  this  tedious  suspense,  he  published 
his  pretentious  and  his  discontent,  in  an  ode  called  "  The  Com- 
plaint ;"  in  which  he  styles  himself  the  mdanchohj  Cowley.  This 

*  ifio.i. 

f  HIT.:  is  an  error  in  the  tlesi^i.ution  of  this  comedy,  -which  our  author 
« "i>ied  from  the  title  |>a-r  of  the  latter  editions  of  Cow  ley's  works:  the  title 
of  tin!  |.I:iy  itself  is  without  the  article,  "  Cutler  of  Colemau  street,"  and 
»li:U  I..  .  :ui.-,e  a  merry  sharking  fellow  about  the  town,  named  Cutter,  is  a 
principal  character  in  it.  II. 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY.  11 

met  with  the  usual  fortune  of  complaints,  and  seems  to  have  ex- 
cited more  contempt  than  pity. 

These  unlucky  incidents  are  brought,  maliciously  enough,  to- 
gether in  some  stanzas,  written  about  that  time,  on  the  choice  of 
a  laureate  ;  a  mode  of  satire,  by  which,  since  it  was  first  introduc- 
ed by  Suckling,  perhaps  every  generation  of  poets  has  been 
teazecl. 

Savo)'  missing  Cow-ley  came  into  the  court, 

Making  apologies  for  his  bad  play  ; 
Every  one  gave  him  so  good  a  report, 

That  Apollo  gave  heed  to  all  he  could  say  ; 
Nor  would  he  have  had,  'tis  thought,  a  rehuke, 

Unless  he  had  done  some  notahle  folly  ; 
Writ  verses  unjustly  iu  praise  of  Sam  Tuke, 

Or  printed  his  pitiful  Melancholy. 

His  vehement  desire  of  retirement  now  came  again  upon  him. 
"Not  finding,"  says  the  morose  Wood, "that  preferment  confer- 
red upon  him  which  he  expected,  while  others  for  their  money 
carried  away  most  places,  he  retired  discontented  into  Surrey." 

"  He  was  now,"  says  the  courtly  Sprat,  "  weary  of  the  vexa- 
tions and  formalities  of  an  active  condition.  He  had  been  per- 
plexed with  a  long  compliance  to  foreign  manners.  He  was 
satiated  with  the  arts  of  a  court  ;  which  sort  of  life,  though 
his  virtue  made  it  innocent  to  him,  yet  nothing  could  make  it 
quiet.  Those  were  the  reasons  that  made  him  to  follow  the 
violent  inclination  of  his  own  mind,  which,  in  the  greatest  throng 
of  his  former  business,  had  still  called  upon  him,  and  represent- 
ed to  him  the  true  delights  of  solitary  studies,  of  temperate 
pleasures,  and  a  moderate  revenue  below  the  malice  and  flatteries 
of  fortune." 

So  differently  are  things  seen  1  and  so  differently  are  they 
shown  1  but  actions  are  visible,  though  motives  are  secret.  Cow- 
ley  certainly  retired  ;  first  to  Barnelms,  and  afterwards  to  Chert- 
sey,  in  Surrey.  He  seems,  however,  to  have  lost  part  of  his 
dread  of  the*  hum  of  men.  He  thought  himself  now  safe  enough 
from  intrusion,  without  the  defence  of  mountains  and  oceans  ; 
and,  instead  of  seeking  shelter  in  America,  wisely  went  only  so 

*  I/ Allegro  of  Milton.    Dr.  J. 

VOL,   I.  3 


LIFE  OF  CO U  LEY. 

far  from  the  bustle  of  life  as  that  he  might  easily  find  his  way  back; 
Mhcn  solitude  should  grow  tedious.  His  retreat  was  at  first  but 
slenderly  accommodated  ;  yet  he  soon  obtained,  by  the  interest 
of  the  carl  of  St.  Albans  and  the  duke  of  Buckingham,  such  a 
lease  of  the  queen's  lands  as  afforded  him  an  ample  income. 

By  the  lovers  of  virtue  and  of  wit  it  will  be  solicitously  asked, 
if  he  now  was  happy.  Let  them  peruse  one  of  his  letters  acci- 
dentally preserved  by  Peck,  which  I  recommend  to  the  consid- 
eration of  all  that  may  hereafter  pant  for  solitude. 

"  TO  DR.  THOMAS  SPRAT. 

«'  CHERTSEY,  MAY  i31,  1C65. 

"  The  first  night  that  I  came  hither  I  caught  so  great  a  cold, 
with  a  defluxion  of  rheum,  as  made  me  keep  my  chamber  ten 
clays.  And,  two  after,  had  such  a  bruise  on  my  ribs  with  a  fall, 
that  I  am  yet  unable  to  move  or  turn  myself  in  my  bed.  This 
is  my  personal  fortune  here  to  begin  with.  And,  besides,  I  can 
get  no  money  from  my  tenants,  and  have  my  meadows  eaten  up 
every  night  by  cattle  put  in  by  my  neighbours.  What  this  signi- 
fies, or  may  come  to  in  time,  God  knows  ;  if  it  be  ominous,  it 
can  end  in  nothing  less  than  hanging.  Another  misfortune  has 
been,  and  stranger  than  all  the  rest,  that  you  have  broke  your 
word  with  me,  and  failed  to  come,  even  though  you  told  Mr.  Bois 
that  you  would.  This  is  what  they  call  JMonstri  simile.  1  do 
hope  to  recover  my  late  hurt  so  farre  within  five  or  six  clays, 
though  it  be  uncertain  yet  whether  I  shall  ever  recover  it,  as  to 
walk  about  again.  And  then,  methinks,  you  and  I  and  the  Dean 
might  be  very  merry  upon  St.  Ann's  Hill.  You  might  very 
conveniently  come  hither  the  way  of  Hampton  Town,  lying 
there  one  night.  I  write  this  in  pain,  and  can  say  no  more  ; 
Verbum  sapienti" 

He  did  not  long  enjoy  the  pleasure,  or  suffer  the  uneasiness 
of  solitude  ;  for  he  died  at  the  Porch  house  *  in  Chertsey,  in 
1667,  in  the  forty  ninth  year  of  his  age. 


• 


Now  in  the  possession  of  Mr.  Clark,  alderman  of  London.  Dr.  J. 
Mr.  Clark  was  in  1~98  fleeted  to  the  important  office  of  chamberlain  of 
Loudou  ;  and  has  every  year  since  Iccn  unanimously  re-elected.  K. 


LIFE  OF  CCTVVLEY.  13 

He  was  buried  with  great  pomp  near  Chaucer  and  Spenser ; 
and  king  Charles  pronounced,  u  That  Mr.  Cowley  had  not  left 
a  better  man  behind  him  in  England."  He  is.  represented  by 
Dr.  Sprat  as  the  most  amiable  of  mankind  ;  and  this  posthu- 
mous praise  may  safely  be  credited,  as  it  has  never  been  contra- 
dicted by  envy  or  by  faction. 

Such  are  the  remarks  and  memorials  which  I  have  been  able 
to  add  to  the  narrative  of  Dr.  Sprat ;  who,  wilting  when  the  feuds 
of  the  civil  war  were  yet  recent,  and  the  minds  of  either  party 
were  easily  irritated,  was  obliged  to  pass -over  many  transactions 
in  general  expressions,  and  to  leave  curiosity  often  unsatisfied. 
What  he  did  not  tell,  cannot  however  now  be  known ;  I  must 
therefore  recommend  the  perusal  of  his  work,  to  which  my  na  r- 
ration  can  be  considered  only  as  a  slender  supplement. 

COWLEY,  like  other  poets  who  have  written  with  narrow  views, 
and,  instead  of  tracing  intellectual  pleasure  to  its  natural  sources  in 
the  mind  of  man,  paid  their  court  to  temporary  prejudices,  has  been 
at  one  time  too  much  praised,  and  too  much  neglected  at  another. 

Wit,  like  all  other  things  subject  by  their  nature  to  the  choice 
of  man,  has  its  changes  and  fashions,  and  at  different  times  takes 
different  forms.  About  the  beginning  of  the  seventeenth  centu- 
ry, appeared  a  race  of  writers  that  may  be  termed  the  metaphys- 
ical poets  ;  of  whom,  in  a  criticism  on  the  works  of  Cowley,  it  is 
not  improper  to  give  some  account. 

The  metaphysical  poets  were  men  of  learning,  and  to  shew 
their  learning  was  their  whole  endeavour  ;  but,  unluckily  resolv- 
ing to  shew  it  in  rhyme,  instead  of  writing  poetry,  they  only  wrote 
verses,  and  very  often  such  verses  as  stood  the  trial  of  the  finger 
better  than  of  the  ear  ;  for  the  modulation  was  so  imperfect,  that 
they  were  only  found  to  be  verses  by  counting  the  syllables. 

If  the  father  of  criticism  has  rightly  denominated  poetry  T^V» 
fjntunlia»  an  imitative  art,  these  writers  will,  without  great  wrong, 
lose  their  right  to  the  name  of  poets  ;  for  they  cannot  be  said  to 
have  imitated  any  thing  ;  they  neither  copied  nature  nor  life  j 
neither  painted  the  forms  of  matter,  nor  represented  the  opera- 
tions of  intellect. 

Those  however  who  deny  them  to  be  poets,  allow  them  to  be 
wits.  Dry  den  confesses,  of  himself  and  his  contemporaries,  that 


14  UFE  OF  COWLEY. 


they  fall  below  Donne  in  wit  ;  but  maintains,  that  they  surpass 
him  in  poetry. 

If  \\it  be  well  described  by  Pope,  as  being  "  that  which  has 
been  often  thought,  but  was  never  before  so  well  expressed,"  they 
certainly  never  attained,  nor  ever  sought  it  ;  for  they  endeavour- 
ed to  be  singular  in  their  thoughts,  and  were  careless  of  their 
diction.  But  Pope's  account  of  \vit  is  undoubtedly  erroneous  ; 
lie  depresses  it  bclo\v  its  natural  dignity,  and  reduces  it  from 
strength  of  thought  to  happiness  of  language. 

If  by  a  more  noble  and  more  adequate  conception  that  be  con- 
sidered as  wit  which  is  at  once  natural  and  new,  that  which, 
though  not  obvious,  is,  upon  its  first  production,  acknowledged  to 
be  just  ;  if  it  be  that  which  he  that  never  found  it  wonders  how 
he  missed  ;  to  wit  of  this  kind  the  metaphysical  poets  have  sel- 
dom risen.  Their  thoughts  are  often  new,  but  seldom  natural  ; 
they  are  not  obvious,  but  neither  are  they  just  ;  and  the  reader, 
far  from  wondering  that  he  missed  them,  wonders  more  fre- 
quently by  what  perverseness  of  industry  they  were  ever  found. 

But  wit,  abstracted  from  its  effects  upon  the  hearer,  may  be 
more  rigorously  and  philosophically  considered  as  a  kind  of  di$- 
cordia  concors  ;  a  combination  of  dissimilar  images,  or  discovery 
of  occult  resemblances  in  things  apparently  unlike.  Of  wit,  thus 
de  lined,  they  have  more  than  enough.  The  most  heterogeneous 
ideas  arc  yoked  by  violence  together  ;  nature  and  art  are  ran- 
sacked for  illustrations,  comparisons,  and  allusions  ;  their  learn- 
ing instructs,  and  their  subtlety  surprises  ;  but  the  reader  com- 
monly thinks  his  improvement  dearly  bought,  and,  though  he 
sometimes  admires,  is  seldom  pleased. 

From  this  account  of  their  compositions  it  will  be  readily  in- 
ferred, that  they  were  not  successful  in  representing  or  moving 
the  affections.  As  they  were  wholly  employed  on  something  un- 
expected and  surprising,  they  had  no  regard  to  that  uniformity  of 
sentiment  which  enables  us  to  conceive  and  to  excite  the  pains 
and  the  pleasure  of  other  minds  ;  they  never  inquired  what,  on 
any  occasion,  they  should  have  said  or  done  ;  but  wrote  rather  as 
beholders  than  partakers  of  human  nature  ;  as  beings  looking 
upon  good  and  evil,  impassive  and  at  leisure  ;  as  epicurean  dei- 
ties, making  remarks  on  the  actions  of  men,  and  the  vicissitudes 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY.  15 

of  life,  without  interest  and  without  emotion.  Their  courtship 
was  void  of  fondness,  and  their  lamentation  of  sorrow.  Their  wish 
was  only  to  say  what  they  hoped  had  never  been  said  before. 

Nor  was  the  sublime  more  within  their  reach  than  the  pathet- 
ic ;  for  they  never  attempted  that  comprehension  and  expanse  of 
thought  which  at  once  fills  the  whole  mind,  and  of  which  the  first 
effect  is  sudden  astonishment,  and  the  second  rational  admiration. 
Sublimity  is  produced  by  aggregation,  and  littleness  by  disper- 
sion. Great  thoughts  are  always  general,  and  consist  in  positions 
not  limited  by  exceptions,  and  in  descriptions  not  descending  to 
minuteness.  It  is  with  great  propriety  that  subtlety,  which  in 
its  original  import  means  exility  of  particles,  is  taken  in  its 
metaphorical  meaning  for  nicety  of  distinction.  Those  writers 
who  lay  on  the  watch  for  novelty,  could  have  little  hope  of  great- 
ness ;  for  great  things  cannot  have  escaped  former  observation. 
Their  attempts  were  always  analytic  ;  they  broke  every  image 
into  fragments  ;  and  could  no  more  represent,  by  their  slender 
conceits  and  laboured  particularities,  the  prospects  of  nature,  or 
the  scenes  of  life,  than  he  who  dissects  a  sunbeam  with  a  prism, 
can  exhibit  the  wide  effulgence  of  a  summer  noon. 

What  they  wanted  however  of  the  sublime,  they  endeav- 
oured to  supply  by  hyperbole  ;  their  amplification  had  no  limits  ; 
they  left  not  only  reason  but  fancy  behind  them  ;  and  produced 
combinations  of  confused  magnificence,  that  not  only  could  not 
be  credited,  but  could  not  be  imagined. 

Yet  great  labour,  directed  by  great  abilities,  is  never  wholly 
lost ;  if  they  frequently  threw  away  their  wit  upon  false  conceits, 
they  likewise  sometimes  struck  out  unexpected  truth  ;  if  their 
conceits  were  far  fetched,  they  were  often  worth  the  carriage. 
To  write  on  their  plan  it  was  at  least  necessary  to  read  and  think. 
No  man  could  be  born  a  metaphysical  poet,  nor  assume  the  dignity 
of  a  writer,  by  descriptions  copied  from  descriptions,  by  imitations 
borrowed  from  imitations,  by  traditional  imagery,  and  hereditary 
similies,  by  readiness  of  rhyme,  and  volubility  of  syllables. 

In  perusing  the  works  of  this  race  of  authors,  the  mind  is  exer- 
cised either  by  recollection  or  inquiry  ;  either  something  already 
learned  is  to  be  retrieved,  or  something  new  is  to  be  examined. 
If  their  greatness  seldom  elevates,  their  acuteness  often  surpris- 
es ;  if  the  imagination  is  not  always  gratified,  at  least  the  powers 


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of  reflection  and  comparison  arc  employed  ;  and  in  the  mass  of  ma- 
terials which  ingenious  absurdity  has  thrown  together,  genuine 
wit  and  useful  knowledge  may  be  sometimes  found  buried  per- 
haps in  grossness  of  expression,  but  useful  to  those  who  know 
their  value  ;  and  such  as,  when  they  are  expanded  to  perspicu- 
ity, and  polished  to  elegance,  may  give  lustre  to  works  which 
have  more  propriety  though  less  copiousness  of  sentiment. 

This  kind  of  writing,  which  was,  I  believe,  borrowed  from 
Marina  and  his  followers,  had  been  recommended  by  the  exam- 
ple of  Donne,  a  man  of  very  extensive  and  various  knowledge  ; 
and  by  Jonson,  whose  manner  resembled  that  of  Donne  more  in 
the  ruggcdness  of  his  lines  than  in  the  cast  of  his  sentiments. 

When  their  reputation  was  high,  they  had  undoubtedly  more 
imitators  than  time  has  left  behind.  Their  immediate  success- 
ors, of  whom  any  remembrance  can  be  said  to  remain,  were 
Suckling,  Waller,  Denham,  Cowley,  Cleiveland,  and  Milton. 
Denham  and  Waller,  sought  another  way  to  fame,  by  improving 
the  harmony  of  our  numbers.  Milton  tried  the  metaphysic 
style  only  in  his  lines  upon  Hobson  the  carrier.  Cowley  adopt- 
ed it,  and  excelled  his  predecessors,  having  as  much  sentiment 
and  more  music.  Suckling  neither  improved  versification,  nor 
abounded  in  conceits.  The  fashionable  style  remained  chiefly 
with  Cowley;  Suckling  could  not  reach  it,  and  Milton  disdain- 
ed it. 

CRITICAL  REMARKS  are  not  easily  understood  without  exam- 
ples ;  and  I  have  therefore  collected  instances  of  the  modes  of 
writing  by  which  this  species  of  poets,  for  poets  they  were  called 
by  themselves  and  their  admirers,  was  eminently  distinguished, 

As  the  authors  of  this  race  were  perhaps  more  desirous  of 
being  admired  than  understood,  they  sometimes  drew  their  con- 
ceits from  recesses  of  learning  not  very  much  frequented  by 
-ommon  readers  of  poetry.  Thus  Cowley  on  knowledge  ; 

The  sacred  tree  'midst  the  fair  orchard  grew  ; 

The  phoenix  truth  did  on  it.  rest, 

And  built  his  pcrfumM  nest, 
That  right  1'orphyriun  tree  which  did  true  logic  sliev . 

Eacli  leaf  did  learned  notions  give, 

And  th'  apples  were  demonstrative; 
So  clear  their  colour  and  divine, 
The  very  shade  they  cast  did  other  lights  outshine. 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY.  i"f 

On  Anacreon  continuing  a  lover  in  his  old  age. 

Love  was  with  thy  life  entwin'd, 

Close  as  heat  with  fire  is  join'd ; 

A  powerful  brand  prescrib'd  the  date 

Of  thine,  like  Meleager's  fate. 

Th'  antiperistasis  of  age 

More  enflam'd  thy  amorous  rage. 

In  the  following  verses  we  have  an  allusion  to  a  rabbinical 
opinion  concerning  manna ; 

Variety  I  ask  not;  gire  me  one 
To  live  perpetually  upon. 
The  person  Love  does  to  us  fit, 
Like  manna,  has  the  taste  of  all  in  it. 

Thus  Donne  shews  his  medicinal  knowledge  in  some  encomi- 
astic verses ; 

In  every  thing  there  naturally  grows 
A  balsamum  to  keep  it  fresh  and  new, 

If  '"'twere  not  injur'd  by  extrinsique  blows  ; 
Your  youth  and  beauty  are  this  balm  in  you. 

But  you,  of  learning  and  religion, 
And  virtue  and  such  ingredients,  have  made 

A  mithridate,  whose  operation 
Keeps  off,  or  cures  what  can  be  done  or  said. 

Though  the  following  lines  of  Donne,  on  the  last  night  of  thfr 
year,  have  something  in  them  too  scholastic,  they  are  not  inele- 
gant. 

This  twilight  of  two  years,  not  past  nor  next, 

Some  emblem  is  of  me,  or  I  of  this, 
Who,  meteor  like,  of  stuff  and  form  perplext, 
Whose  what  and  where  in  disputation  is, 
If  I  should  call  me  any  thing,  should  miss. 
I  sum  the  years  and  me,  and  find  me  not 

Debtor  to  th'  old,  nor  creditor  to  th'  new. 
That  cannot  say,  my.  thanks  I  have  forgot, 
Nor  trust  I  this  with  hopes  ;  and  yet  scarce  true 
This  bravery  is,  since  these  times  shew'd  me  you. 

DONNE. 

Yet  more  abstruse  and  profound  is  JDonne's  reflection  upon 
man  as  a  microcosm. 

If  men  be  worlds,  there  is  in  every  one 
Something  to  answer  in  some  pi'oportion  ; 
All  the  world's  riches  ;  and  in  good  men,  this 
Virtue,  onr  form's  form,  and  our  soul's  sowl,  is. 


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Of  thoughts  so  far  fetched,  as  to  be  not  only  unexpected,  but 
unnatural,  all  their  books  arc  full. 

To  a  lady,  who  wrote  poesies  for  rings. 

They,  who  above  do  various  cin  les  find, 
Say,  like  a  ring,  th'  equator  Heaven  does  bind. 
"When  Heaven  shall  he  udorii'd  by  thce, 
Which  then  more  IIe;iv'n  than  'tis  will  be, 
'Tis  thou  must  write  the  poesj  there, 

For  it  -wanteth  one  as  yet, 
Though  the  sun  pass  tlmmgh't  twice  a  year, 

The  sun,  which  is  esteem'd  the  god  of  wit. 

C  o  \v  LEV. 

The  difficulties  which  have  been  raised  about  identity  in  phi- 
losophy, are  by  Cowiey  with  still  more  perplexity  applied  to 
love. 

Five  years  ago,  says  story,  I  lov'd  you, 

For  w^hich  you  call  me  most  inconstant  now  ; 

Pardon  me,  madam,  you  mistake  the  man  ; 

For  I  am  not  the  same  that  I  was  then  ; 

No  flesh  is  nowr  the  same  'twas  then  in  me, 

And  that  my  mind  is  chang'd  yourself  may  see. 

The  same  thoughts  to  retain  still,  and  intents, 

Were  more  inconstant  far  ;  for  accidents 

Must  of  all  things  most  strangely  inconstant  prove, 

If  from  one  subject  they  t'  another  move  ; 

My  members  then,  the  father  members  were, 

From  w  hence  these  take  their  birth,  which  now  are  here. 

If  then  this  body  love  what  th'  other  did, 

'Twere  incest,  which  by  nature  is  forbid. 

The  love  of  different  women  is,  in  geographical  poetiy,  com- 
pared to  travels  through  different  countries. 

Hast  thou  not  found  each  woman's  breast, 

The  land  where  thou  hast  travelled, 
Either  by  savages  possest, 

Or  wild,  and  uninhabited  ? 
What  joy  could'st  take,  or  what  repose, 
In  countries  so  unciviliz'd  as  those  ? 
Lust,  the  scorching  dogstar,  here 

Rages  with  immoderate  heat ; 
Whilst  pride,  the  rugged  northern  bear, 

In  others  makes  the  cold  too  great. 
And  where  these  are  temperate  known, 
The  soil's  all  barren  sand,  or  rocky  stone. 

COWLEY. 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY. 
A  lover,  burnt  up  by  his  affection,  is  compared  to  Egypt ; 

The  fate  of  Egypt  I  sustain, 
And  never  feel  the  dew  of  rain, 
From  clouds  which  in  the  head  appear; 
But  all  my  too  much  moisture  owe 

To  overflowings  of  the  heart  helow. 

COWLEY. 

The  lover  supposes  his  lady  acquainted  with  the  ancient  laws 
of  augury  and  rites  of  sacrifice  ; 

And  yet  this  death  of  mine,  I  fear, 
Will  ominous  to  her  appear  ; 
When  sound  in  every  other  part, 
Her  sacrifice  is  found  without  an  heart, 
For  the  last  tempest  of  my  death 
Shall  sigh  out  that  too,  with  my  breath. 

That  the  chaos  was  harmonized,  has  been  recited  of  old  ; 
but  whence  the  different  sounds  arose,  remained  for  a  modern  to 
discover  ; 

TV  ungovern'd  parts  no  correspondence  knew, 
An  artless  war  from  thwarting  motions  grew  ; 
Till  they  to  number  and  fixt  rules  were  brought. 
Water  and  air  he  for  the  tenor  chose, 
Earth  made  the  base  ;  the  treble  flame  arose. 

COWLEY. 

The  tears  of  lovers  are  always  of  great  poetical  account ;  but 
Donne  has  extended  them  into  worlds.  If  the  lines  are  not 
easily  understood,  they  may  be  read  again. 

On  a  round  ball, 

A  workman,  that  hath  copies  by,  can  lay 
An  Europe,  Africa,  and  Asia, 
And  quickly  make  that,  which  was  nothing,  all. 

So  doth  each  tear, 

Which  thee  doth  wear, 

A  globe,  yea  world,  by  that  impression  grow, 
Till  thy  tears  mixt  with  mine  do  overflow; 
This  world,  by  waters  sent  from  thee  my  heaven  dissolved  so. 

On  reading  the  following  lines,  the  reader  may  perhaps  cry  out 
Confusion  worse  confounded. 

Here  lies  a  she  sun,  and  a  he  moon  here, 
She  gives  the  best  light  to  his  sphere, 
Or  each  is  both,  and  all,  and  so 
They  unto  one  another  nothing  owe. 

DONME. 
VOL.   I.  4 


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Who  but  Donne  would  have  thought  that  a  good  man  is  a 
telescope  ? 

Though  God  be  our  true  glass,  through  which  we  sec 
All,  since  the  being  of  all  things  is  he, 
V-  t  are  i'i-  trunks,  which  do  to  us  derive 
Things  in  proportion  fit,  by  perspective 
Deeds  of  good  men  ;  for  by  their  living  here, 
Virtues,  indeed  remote,  seem  to  be  near. 

Who  would  imagine  it  possible  that  in  a  very  few  lines  se 
many  remote  ideas  could  be  brought  together  ? 

Since  'tis  mv  doom,  love's  umlershrieve, 

Why  this  reprieve  ? 
Why  doth  my  she  advowson.  fly 

Incumbency  ? 
To  sell  thyself  dost  thou  intend 

By  candle's  end, 
And  hold  the  contrast  thus  in  doubl, 

Life's  taper  out  ? 

Think  but  how  soon  the  market  fails, 
Your  sex  lives  faster  than  the  males  ; 
As  if  to  measure  age's  span, 
The  sober  Julian  were  th*  account  of  man, 

Whilst  you  live  by  the  fleet  Gregorian. 

CLEIVEJ.A.XIJ 

OF  enormous  and  disgusting  hyperboles,  these  maybe  exam- 
ples ; 

By  every  wind  that  comes  this  way, 

Send  me  at  least  a  sigh  or  two, 
Such  and  so  many  I'll  repay 

As  shall  themselves  make  winds  to  get  to  you. 

COWLEY. 

In  tears  I'll  waste  these  eyes, 
By  love  so  vainly  fed  ; 
So  lust  of  old  the  deluge  punished. 

COWLEY. 

All  arm'd  in  brass,  the  richest  dress  of  war, 
A  dismal  glorious  sight  !  he  shone  afar. 
The  sun  himself  started  with  sudden  fright, 
To  see  his  beams  return  so  dismal  bright. 

COWLEY. 

An  universal  consternation. 

His  bloody  eyc«  he  hurls  round,  his  sharp  paws 
Tear  up  the  ground  ;  then  runs  he  wild  about, 
Lashing  his  angry  tail,  and  roaring  out 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY. 

Beasts  creep  into  their  dens,  and  tremble  there  ; 
Trees,  though  no  wind  is  stirring,  shake  with  fear  ; 
Silence  and  horror  fill  the  place  around  ; 
Echo  itself  dares  scarce  repeat  the  sound. 

Cowi.EY. 

THEIR  fictions  were  often  violent  and  unnatural. 
Of  his  mistress  bathing. 

The  fish  around  her  crowded,  as  they  do 

To  the  false  light  that  treacherous  fishers  shew. 

And  all  with  as  much  ease  might  taken  be, 

As  she  at  first  took  me ; 

For  ne'er  did  light  so  clear 

Among  the  waves  appear, 
Though  every  night  the  sun  himself  set  there. 

COWLEY. 

The  poetical  effect  of  a  lover's  name  upon  glass. 

My  name  engrav'd  herein 
Doth  contribute  my  firmness  to  this  glass  ; 

Which,  ever  since  that  charm,  hath  been 
As  hard  as  that  which  grav'd  it  was. 

DONNE. 

THEIR  conceits  were  sometimes  slight  and  trifling. 

On  an  inconstant  woman. 

He  enjoys  the  calmy  sunshine  now, 

And  no  breath  stirring  hears, 
In  the  clear  heaven  of  thy  brow, 

No  smallest,  cloud  appears. 
He  sees  thee  gentle,  fair  and  gay, 
And  trusts  the  faithless  April  of  thy  May. 

COWLEY. 

Upon  a  paper  written  with  the  juice  of  lemon,  and  read  by  the 
fire. 

Nothing  yet  in  thee  is  seen, 

But  when  a  genial  heat  warms  thee  within, 

A  new  born  wood  of  various  lines  there  grows ; 

Here  buds  an  L,  and  there  a  B, 

Here  sprouts  a  V,  and  there  a  T, 
And  all  the  flourishing  letters  stand  in  rows. 

COWLEY. 

As  they  sought  only  for  novelty,  they  did  not  much  inquire 
whether  their  allusions  were  to  things  high  or  low,  elegant  or 
gross  ;  whether  they  compared  the  little  to  the  great,  or  the 
great  to  the  little. 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY. 

Physic  and  chirurgery  for  a  lover. 

Gently,  ah  gently,  madam,  touch 
The  \KIIIII(|,  which  you  yourself  have  made; 

That  pain  must  needs  be  very  much, 
Which  makes  me  of  your  hand  afraid. 

Cordials  of  pity  give  me  now, 

For  I  too  weak  for  purgings  grow. 

COWLEV. 

The  -world  and  a  clock. 

IVlahol,  th'  inferior  world's  fantastic  face, 
Through  all  the  turns  of  matter's  maze  did  trace  ; 
(ireat  nature's  well  set  clock  in  pieces  took  ; 
On  all  the  springs  and  smallest  wheels  did  look 
Of  life  and  motion  ;  and  with  equal  art 

Made  up  again  the  whole  of  every  part. 

COWLEY. 

A  coal  pit  has  not  often  found  its  poet ;  but,  that  it  may  not 
want  its  due  honour,  Cleiveland  has  paralleled  it  with  the  sun  : 

The  moderate  value  of  our  guiltless  ore 

Makes  no  man  atheist,  and  no  woman  whore ; 

Yet  why  should  hallow'd  vestal's  sacred  shrine 

Deserve  more  honour  than  a  flaming  mine  ? 

These  pregnant  wombs  of  heat  would  fitter  be 

Than  a  few  embers,  for  a  deiiy. 

Had  he  our  pits,  the  Persian  would  admire 

No  sun,  but  warm's  devotion  at  our  fire  ; 

He'd  leave  the  trotting  whipster,  and  prefer, 

Our  profound  Vulcan  'hove  that  wag-goner. 

For  wants  lie  heat,  or  light  ?  or  would  have  store 

Of  both  ?  'tis  here  ;  and  what  can  suns  give  more  . 

Nay,  what's  the  sun,  but  in  a  different  name, 

A  coal  pit  rampant,  or  a  mine  on  flame  ! 

Then  let  this  truth  reciprocally  run, 

The  sun's  Heaven's  coalery,  and  coals  our  sun- 

Death,  a  voyage. 

No  famil}- 

E'er  riggM  a  soul  for  Heaven's  discovery, 
With  whom  more  venturers  might  boldly  dare 
Venture  their  stakes,  with  him  in  joy  to  share. 

DONNE. 

THEIR  thoughts  cind  expressions  were  sometimes  grossly  ab- 
.-.urd,  and  such  as  no  figures  or  license  can  reconcile  to  the  un- 
derstanding. 


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A  lover  neither  dead  nor  alive. 

Then  down  I  laid  my  head, 
Down  on  cold  earth  ;  and  for  a  while  was  dead, 
And  my  freed  soul  to  a  strange  somewhere  fled  ; 
Ah,  sottish  soul,  said  I, 
When  back  to  its  cage  again  J  saw  it  fly  ; 
Fool  to  resume  her  broken  chain  ! 
And  row  her  galley  here  again  ! 
Fool,  to  that  body  to  return 
Where  it  condemn'd  and  destin'd  is  to  burn  ! 

Once  dead,  how  can  it  be, 

Death  should  a  thing  so  pleasant  seem  to  thee, 
That  thou  should'st  come  to  live  it  o'er  again  in  me  ? 

A  lover's  heart,  a  hand  grenado. 

Wo  to  her  stubborn  heart,  if  once  mine  come 

Into  the  self  same  room  ; 

'Twill  tear  and  blow  up  all  within, 
Like  a  grenado  shot  into  a  magazin. 
Then  shall  love  keep  the  ashes,  and  torn  parts, 

Of  both  our  broken  hearts ; 

Shall  out  of  both  one  new  one  make ; 
From  her's  th'  allay  ;  from  mine,  the  metal  take. 

The  poetical  propagation  of  light. 

The  prince's  favour  is  diffus'd  o'er  all, 

From  which  all  fortunes,  names,  and  natures  fall ; 

Then  from  those  wombs  of  stars,  the  bride's  bright  eyes, 

At  every  glance  a  constellation  flies, 
And  sowes  the  court  with  stars,  and  doth  prevent 

In  light  and  power,  the  all  eyed  firmament ; 
First  her  eye  kindles  other  ladies*  eyes, 

Then  from  their  beams  their  jewels'  lustres  rise  ; 
And  from  their  jewels  torches  do  take  fire, 
And  all  is  warmth,  and  light,  and  good  desire. 

DONNE, 

THEY  were  in  very  little  care  to  clothe  their  notions  with  ele* 
gance  of  dress,  and  therefore  miss  the  notice  and  the  praise 
which  are  often  gained  by  those,  who  think  less,  but  are  more 
diligent  to  adorn  their  thoughts. 

That  a  mistress  beloved  is  fairer  in  idea  than  in  reality,  is  by 
Cowley  thus  expressed ; 

Thou  in  my  fancy  dost  much  higher  stand, 
Than  women  can  be  plac'd  by  nature's  hand; 
And  I  must  needs,  I'm  sure,  a  loser  be, 
To  change  thee,  as  thou'rt  there,  for  very  thee, 


24  LIFE  OF  COWLEY. 

That  prayer  and  labour  should  co-operate,  are  thus  taught  by 
Donne  ; 

In  none  but  us,  arc  such  mix'd  engines  found, 
As  hands  of  double  otlice  ;  tor  the  ground 
\\  «•  till  uiih  l IK-HI  ;   and  them  to  Heaven  we  raise  ; 
Who  pra\  erli-ss  labours,  or,  without  this,  prays, 
Doth  but  one  hall,  that's  none. 

By  the  same  author,  a  common  topic,  the  danger  of  procrasti- 
nation, is  thus  illustrated  ; 

That  vv  hich  I  should  have  begun 
In  my  youth's  morning,  now  late  must  be  done  ; 
And  I,  as  giddy  travellers  must  do, 
Which  stray  or  sleep  all  day,  and  having  lost 
Light  and  strength,  dark  and  tir'd,  must  then  ride  post. 

All  that  man  has  to  do  is  to  live  and  die  ;  the  sum  of  humanity 
is  comprehended  by  Donne  in  the  following  lines ; 

Think  in  how  poor  a  prison  tliou  didst  lie  ; 

After,  enabled  but  to  suck  and  cry. 

Think,  when  'twas  grown  to  most,  'twas  a  poor  inn, 

A  province  paek'd  up  in  two  yards  of  skin, 

And  that  usurp 'd,  or  threaten'd  with  a  rage 

Of  sicknesses,  or  their  true  mother,  age. 

But  think  that  death  hath  now  enfranchised  thee  ; 

Thou  hast  thy  expansion  now,  and  liberty  ; 

Think,  that  a  rusty  piece  discharged  is  flown 

In  pieces,  and  the  bullet  is  his  own, 

And  freely  flies ;  this  to  thy  soul  allow, 

Think  thy  shell  broke,  think  thy  soul  hatch'd  but  now. 

THEY  were  sometimes  indelicate  and  disgusting.     Cowley 
thus  apostrophizes  beauty ; 

Thou  tyrant,  which  leav'st  no  man  free  ! 
Thou  subtle  thief,  from  whom  nought  safe  can  be  ! 
Thou   murthercr,  which  hast  kill'd,  and  devil,  which  would'st 
damn  me. 

Thus  he  addresses  his  mistress  ; 

Thou  who,  in  many  a  propriety, 

So  truly  art  the  sun  to  me, 

Add  one  more  likeness,  \\hich  I'm  sure  you  cm.. 
And  let  me  and  my  sun  beget  a  man. 


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Thus  he  represents  the  meditations  of  a  lover  ; 

Though  in  thy  thoughts  scarce  any  tracts  have  been 
So  much  as  of  original  sin, 
Such  charms  thy  beauty  wears,  as  might 
Desires  in  dying  confest  saiuts  excite. 

Thou  with  strange  adultery 
Dost  in  each  breast  a  brothel  keep  ; 

Awake,  all  men  do  lust  for  thee, 
And  some  enjoy  thee  when  they  sleep. 

The  true  taste  of  tears. 

Hither  with  crystal  vials,  lovers,  come, 
And  take  my  tears,  which  are  love's  wine, 

And  try  your  mistress'  tears  at  home  ; 
For  all  are  false,  that  taste  not  just  like  mine. 

DONNE. 

This  is  yet  more  indelicate  ; 

As  the  sweet  sweat  of  roses  in  a  still, 

As  that  which  from  ehaf 'd  musk  cat's  pores  doth  trill, 

As  the  almighty  balm  of  th'  early  east, 

Such  are  the  sweet  drops  of  my  mistress'  breast. 

And  on  her  neck  her  skin  such  lustre  sets, 

They  seem  no  sweat  drops,  but  pearl  coronets  ; 

Rank  sweaty  froth  thy  mistress'  brow  defiles. 

DONNE. 

THEIR  expressions  sometimes  raise  horror,  when  they  intend 
perhaps  to  be  pathetic  ; 

As  men  in  hell  are  from  diseases  free, 

So  from  all  other  ills  am  I, 

Free  from  their  known  formality  ; 
But  all  pains  eminently  lie  in  thee. 

COWLEY. 

THEY  were  not  always  strictly  curious,  whether  the  opinions 
from  which  they  drew  their  illustrations  were  true  ;  it  was 
enough  that  they  were  popular.  Bacon  remarks,  that  some 
falsehoods  are  continued  by  tradition,  because  they  supply  com- 
modious allusions. 

It  gave  a  piteous  groan,  and  so  it  broke  ; 
In  vain  it  something  would  have  spoke  ; 
The  love  within  too  strong  for  't  was, 
Like  poison  put  into  a  Venice  glass. 

COWLEY. 


26  LIFE  OF  COWLEY. 

Iv  forming  descriptions,  they  looked  out,  not  for  images,  but 
for  conceits.  Night  has  been  a  common  subject,  which  poets 
have  contended  to  adorn.  Dryden's  Night  is  well  known  ; 
Donne's  is  as  follows  ; 

Thou  seest  me  here  at  midnight,  now  all  rest  ; 
Time's  dead  low  water;  when  all  minds  divest 
Tomorrow's  business,  when  the  labourers  have 
Such  rest  in  bed,  that  their  last  church  yard  grave, 
Subject  to  change,  will  scarce  be  a  type  oi  this  ; 
Now  when  the  client,  whose  last  hearing  is 
Tomorrow,  sleeps;  when  the  condemned  man, 
Who,  when  he  opes  his  eyes,  must  shut  them  then 
Again  by  death,  although  sad  watch  he  keep, 
Doth  practice  dying  by  a  little  sleep ; 
Thou  at  this  midnight  seest  me. 

IT  must  be  however  confessed  of  these  writers,  that  if  they 
are  upon  common  subjects  often  unnecessarily  and  unpoetically 
subtle;  yet,  where  scholastic  speculation  can  be  properly  admitted, 
their  copiousness  and  acuteness  may  justly  be  admired.  What 
Cowley  has  written  upon  hope,  shews  an  unequalled  fertility  of 
invention  ; 

Hope,  whose  weak  being  ruin'd  is, 

Alike  if  it  succeed,  and  if  it  miss  ; 
Whom  good  or  ill  does  equally  confound, 
And  both  the  horns  of  fate's  dilemma  wound. 

Vain  shadow,  which  dost  vanish  quite, 

Both  at  full  noon  and  perfect  night  ! 

The  stars  have  not  a  possibility 

Of  blessing  thee ; 

If  things  then  from  their  end  we  happy  call, 
'Tis  Hope  is  the  most  hopeless  thing  of  all. 

Hope,  thou  bold  taster  of  delight, 

Who,  whilst  thou  should'st  but  taste,  devour'st  it  quite ! 

Thou  bring'st  us  an  estate,  yet  leav'st  us  poor, 

J5y  clogging  it  with  legacies  before  ! 

The  joys  which  we  entire  should  wed, 

Come  deflowered  virgins  to  our  bed  ; 
Good  fortunes  without  gain  imported  be, 

Such  mighty  custom's  paid  to  thee ; 
For  joy,  like  wine,  kept  close,  does  better  taste, 
If  it  take  air  before,  its  spirits  waate. 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY. 

To  the  following  comparison  of  a  man  that  travels,  and  his 
wife  that  stays  at  home,  with  a  pair  of  compasses,  it  may  be 
doubted  whether  absurdity  or  ingenuity  has  the  better  claim. 

Our  two  souls  therefore,  which  are  one, 

Though  I  must  go,  endure  not  yet 
A  breach,  but  an  expansion, 

Like  gold  to  airy  thinness  beat. 
If  they  be  two,  they  are  two  so 

As  stiff"  twin  compasses  are  two, 
Thy  soul  the  fix'd  foot,  makes  no  show 

To  move,  but  doth,  if  th'  other  do. 
And  though  it  in  the  centre  sit, 

Yet  when  the  other  far  doth  roam, 
It  leans,  and  hearkens  after  it, 

And  grows  erect  as  that  comes  home.. 
Such  wilt  thou  be  to  me,  who  must 

Like  th'  other  foot  obliquely  run. 
Thy  firmness  makes  my  circle  just, 

And  makes  me  end  where  I  begun. 

DONNE. 

In  all  these  examples  it  is  apparent,  that  whatever  is  improper 
or  vicious  is  produced  by  a  voluntary  deviation  from  nature  in  pur- 
suit of  something  new  and  strange  ;  and  that  the  writers  fail  to 
give  delight,  by  their  desire  of  exciting  admiration. 

HAVING  thus  endeavoured  to  exhibit  a  general  representation 
of  the  style  and  sentiments  of  the  metaphysical  poets,  it  is  now 
proper  to  examine  particularly  the  works  of  Cowley,  who  was 
almost  the  last  of  that  race,  and  undoubtedly  the  best. 

His  miscellanies  contain  a  collection  of  short  compositions, 
written,  some  as  they  were  dictated  by  a  mind  at  leisure,  and 
some  as  they  were  called  forth  by  different  occasions  ;  with 
great  variety  of  style  and  sentiment,  from  burlesque  levity  to 
awful  grandeur.  Such  an  assemblage  of  diversified  excellence 
no  other  poet  has  hitherto  afforded.  To  choose  the  best,  among 
many  good,  is  one  of  the  most  hazardous  attempts  of  criticism. 
I  know  not  whether  Scaliger  himself  has  persuaded  many  readers 
to  join  with  him  in  his  preference  of  the  two  favourite  odes, 
which  he  estimates  in  his  raptures  at  the  value  of  a  kingdom. 
I  will  however  venture  to  recommend  Cowley's  first  piece, 
which  ought  to  be  inscribed  to  my  muse,  for  want  of  which  the 
second  couplet  is  without  reference.  When  the  title  is  added* 

VOL.  i.  5 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY. 

there  will  still  remain  a  defect ;  for  every  piece  ought  to  contain 
in  itself  whatever  is  necessary  to  make  it  intelligible.  Pope  has 
some  epitaphs  without  names  ;  which  arc  therefore  epitaphs  to 
be  let,  occupied  indeed  for  the  present,  but  hardly  appropriated. 

The  ode  on  wit  is  almost  without  a  rival.  It  was  about  the 
time  of  Cowley  that  7t'//,  which  had  been  till  then  used  for 
hitellectionj  in  contradistinction  to  ivill,  took  the  meaning,  what- 
ever it  be,  which  it  now  bears. 

Of  all  the  passages  in  which  poets  have  exemplified  their 
own  precepts,  none  will  easily  be  found  of  greater  excellence 
than  that  in  which  Cowley  condemns  exuberance  of  wit ; 

Yet  'tis  not  to  adorn  ami  gild  each  part, 

That  shews  more  cost  than  art. 
Jewels  at  nose  snd  lips  hut  ill  appear ; 

Rather  than  all  things  wit,  let  none  be  there. 

Several  lights  will  not  he  seen, 

If  there  be  nothing  else  between. 

Men  doubt,  because  they  stand  so  thick  i'  th'  sky, 

If  those  be  stars  which  paint  the  galaxy. 

In  his  verses  to  lord  Falkland,  whom  every  man  of  his  time 
was  proud  to  praise,  there  are,  as  there  must  be  in  all  Cowley's 
compositions,  some  striking  thoughts  ;  but  they  are  not  well 
wrought.  His  elegy  on  sir  Henry  Wot  ton  is  vigorous  and  hap- 
py ;  the  series  of  thoughts  is  easy  and  natural,  and  the  conclu- 
sion, though  a  little  weakened  by  the  intrusion  of  Alexander,  is 
elegant  and  forcible. 

It  may  be  remarked,  that  in  this  elegy,  and  in  most  of  his  en- 
comiastic poems,  he  has  forgotten  or  neglected  to  name  his  he- 
roes. 

In  his  poem  on  the  death  of  Hervey,  there  is  much  praise,  but 
little  passion  ;  a  very  just  and  ample  delineation  of  such  virtues 
as  a  studious  privacy  admits,  and  such  intellectual  excellence  as  a 
mind  not  yet  called  forth  to  action  can  display.  He  knew  how  to 
distinguish,  and  how  to  commend  the  qualities  of  his  companion  ; 
but  when  he  wishes  to  make  us  weep,  he  forgets  to  weep  him- 
self, and  diverts  his  sorrow  by  imagining  how  his  crown  of  bays, 
if  he  had  it,  would  crackle  in  the  Jire.  It  is  the  odd  fate  of  this 
thought  to  be  worse  for  being  true.  The  bay  leaf  crackles 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY. 

remarkably  as  it  burns ;  as  therefore  this  property  was  not  as- 
signed it  by  chance,  the  mind  must  be  thought  sufficiently  at  ease 
that  could  attend  to  such  minuteness  of  physiology.  But  the 
power  of  Cowiey  is  not  so  much  to  move  the  affections,  as  to  ex- 
ercise the  understanding. 

The  Chronicle  is  a  composition  unrivalled  and  alone  ;  such 
gaiety  of  fancy,  such  facility  of  expression,  such  varied  similitude, 
such  a  succession  of  images,  and  such  a  dance  of  words,  it  is 
vain  to  expect  except  from  Cowiey.  His  strength  always  ap- 
pears in  his  agiiity  ;  his  volatility  is  not  the  flutter  of  a  light,  but 
the  bound  of  an  elastic  mind.  His  levity  never  leaves  his  learning 
behind  it ;  the  moralist,  the  politician,  and  the  critic,  mingle  their 
influence  even  in  this  airy  frolic  of  genius.  To  such  a  performance 
Suckling  could  have  brought  the  gaiety,  but  not  the  knowledge ; 
Dryden  could  have  supplied  the  knowledge,  but  not  the  gaiety. 

The  verses  to  Davenant,  which  are  vigorously  begun,  and  hap- 
pily concluded,  contain  some  hints  of  criticism  very  justly  con- 
ceived and  happily  expressed.  Cowiey 's  critical  abilities  have 
not  been  sufficiently  observed  ;  the  few  decisions  and  remarks, 
which  his  prefaces  and  his  notes  on  the  Davideis  supply,  were 
at  that  time  accessions  to  English  literature,  and  shew  such  skill 
as  raises  our  wish  for  more  examples. 

The  lines  from  Jersey  are  a  very  curious  and  pleasing  speci- 
men of  the  familiar  descending  to  the  burlesque. 

His  two  metrical  disquisitions  for  and  against  reason,  are  no 
mean  specimens  of  metaphysical  poetry.  The  stanzas  against 
knowledge  produce  little  conviction.  In  those  which  are  intended 
to  exalt  the  human  faculties,  reason  has  its  proper  task  assigned 
it ;  that  of  judging,  not  of  things  revealed,  but  of  the  reality  of 
revelation.  In  the  versesybr  reason  is  a  passage  which  Bentley, 
in  the  only  English  verses  which  he  is  known  to  have  written, 
seems  to  have  copied,  though  with  the  inferiority  of  an  imitator. 

The  holy  book  like  the  eighth  sphere  does  shine 

With  thousand  lights  of  truth  divine, 
So  numberless  the  stars,  that  to  our  eye 

It  makes  all  but  one  galaxy. 
Yet  reason  must  assist  too  ;  for,  in  seas 

So  vast  and  dangerous  as  these, 
Our  course  by  stars  above  we  cannot  know, 

Without,  the  compass  too  below. 


30  uri:  OF  cowi.ni 

After  this  says  lic-nUcy  ;' 

\\  ho  1  ravels  in  religious  jars, 

Truth  mix'd  with  error,  clouds  with  rays, 

"With  AVliishm  wanting  jtyx  anil  stkrs, 
In  ihr  M  iilc  ocean  sinks  or  strays. 

Cowlcy  seems  lo  have  had  what  Milton  is  believed  to  have 
wanted,  the  skill  to  rate  his  own  performances  by  their  just  value, 
and  has  therefore  closed  his  miscellanies  with  the  verses  upon 
Crashaw,  which  apparently  excel  all  that  have  gone  before  them, 
and  in  which  there  are  beauties  which  common  authors  may  justly 
think  not  only  above  their  attainment,  but  above  their  ambition. 

To  the  miscellanies  succeed  the  anacreontigues,  or  paraphras- 
tical  translations  of  some  little  poems,  which  pass,  however  justly, 
under  the  name  of  Anacreon.  Of  those  songs  dedicated  to  fes- 
tivity and  gaiety,  in  which  even  the  morality  is  voluptuous,  and 
which  teach  nothing  but  the  enjoyment  of  the  present  day,  he  has 
given  rather  a  pkvsing  than  a  faithful  representation,  having  re- 
tained their  sprightliness,  but  lost  their  simplicity.  The  Anacre- 
on of  Cowlcy,  like  the  Homer  of  Pope,  has  admitted  the  decoration 
of  some  modern  graces,  by  which  he  is  undoubtedly  made  more 
amiable  to  common  readers,  and  perhaps,  if  they  would  honestly 
declare  their  own  perceptions,  to  far  the  greater  part  of  those 
whom  courtesy  and  ignorance  are  content  to  style  the  learned. 

These  little  pieces  will  be  found  more  finished  in  their  kind 
than  any  other  of  Cowley's  works.  The  diction  shews  nothing 
of  the  mould  of  time,  and  the  sentiments  are  at  no  great  distance 
from  our  present  habitudes  of  thought.  Real  mirth  must  always 
he  natural,  and  nature  is  uniform.  Men  have  been  wise  in  very 
different  modes  ;  but  they  have  always  laughed  the  same  way. 

Levity  of  thought  naturally  produced  familial  ity  of  language, 
and  the  familiar  part  of  language  continues  long  the  same  ;  the 
dialogue  of  comedy,  when  it  is  transcribed  from  popular  manners 
and  real  life,  is  read  from  age  to  age  with  equal  pleasure.  The 
artifice  of  inversion,  by  which  the  established  order  of  words  is 
changed,  or  of  innovation,  by  which  new  words  or  new  meanings 
of  words  are  introduced,  is  practised,  not  by  those  who  talk  to  be 
understood,  but  by  those  who  write  to  be  admired. 

The  anacreontiques  therefore  of  Cowlcy  give  now  all  the 
pleasure  which  they  ever  gave.  If  he  was  formed  by  nature  for 

*  Dodsley's  collection  of  poems,  vol.  T.    R. 


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one  kind  of  writing  more  than  for  another,  his  power  seems  to 
have  been  greatest  in  the  familiar  and  the  festive. 

The  next  class  of  his  poems  is  called  The  Mistress,  of  which 
it  is  not  necessary  to  select  any  particular  pieces  for  praise  or 
censure.  They  have  all  the  same  beauties  and  faults,  and  near- 
ly in  the  same  proportion.  They  are  written  with  exuberance 
of  wit,  and  with  copiousness  of  learning  ;  and  it  is  truly  asserted 
by  Sprat,  that  the  plenitude  of  the  writer's  knowledge  flows  in 
upon  his  page,  so  that  the  reader  is  commonly  surprised  into 
some  improvement.  But,  considered  as  the  verses  of  a  lover, 
no  man  that  has  ever  loved  will  much  commend  them.  They  are 
neither  courtly  nor  pathetic,  have  neither  gallantry  nor  fondness. 
His  praises  are  too  far  sought,  and  too  hyperbolical,  either  to  ex- 
press love,  or  to  excite  it  ;  every  stanza  is  crowded  with  darts  and 
flames,  with  wounds  and  death,  with  mingled  souls,  and  with 
broken  hearts. 

The  principal  artifice  by  which  The  Mistress  is  filled  with  con- 
ceits is  very  copiously  displayed  by  Addison.  Love  is  by  Cow- 
ley,  as  by  other  poets,  expressed  metaphorically  by  flame  and 
fire  ;  and  that  which  is  true  of  real  fire  is  said  of  love,  or  figura- 
tive fire,  the  same  word  in  the  same  sentence  retaining  both  sig- 
nifications. Thus,  "  observing  the  cold  regard  of  his  mistress's 
eyes,  and  at  the  same  time  their  power  of  producing  love  in  him, 
he  considers  them  as  burning  glasses  made  of  ice.  Finding  him- 
self able  to  live  in  the  greatest  extremities  of  love,  he  concludes 
the  torrid  zone  to  be  habitable.  Upon  the  dying  of  a  tree,  on 
which  he  had  cut  his  loves,  he  observes,  that  his  flames  had  burnt 
up  and  withered  the  tree." 

These  conceits  Addison  calls  mixed  wit ;  that  is,  wit  which 
consists  of  thoughts  true  in  one  sense  of  the  expression,  and 
false  in  the  other.  Addison's  representation  is  sufficiently  indul- 
gent. That  confusion  of  images  may  entertain  for  a  moment ; 
but,  being  unnatural,  it  soon  grows  wearisome.  Cowley  delight- 
ed in  it,  as  much  as  if  he  had  invented  it ;  but,  not  to  mention 
the  ancients,  he  might  have  found  it  full  blown  in  modern  Italy. 
Thus  Sannazaro  ; 

Aspice  quam  variis  distringar  Lesbia  curis, 
Uror,  et  heu  !  nostro  manat  ab  igne  liquor  ; 

Sum  Nilus,  sumque  JEtna  simul ;  restringite 
O  lacrimje,  ant  tacrrmas  ebibo  ftaroma  meas. 


L1FL  OF  COWLEY. 

One  of  the  severe  theologians  of  that  time  censured  him  as 
having  published  a  book  of  jirofanc  and  lascivious  -verses.  From 
the  charge  of  profancncss,  the  constant  tenour  of  his  life,  which 
seems  to  have  been  eminently  virtuous,  and  the  general  ten- 
dency of  his  opinions,  -which  discover  no  irreverence  of  relig- 
ion, must  defend  him  ;  but  that  the  accusation  of  lasciviousness 
is  unjust,  the  perusal  of  his  work  will  sufficiently  evince. 

Cowley's  Mistress  has  no  power  of  seduction  ;  she  "  plays 
round  the  head,  but  reaches  not  the  heart."  Her  beauty  and  ab- 
sence, her  kindness  and  cruelty,  her  disdain  and  inconstancy, 
produce  no  correspondence  of  emotion.  His  poetical  account 
of  the  virtues  of  plants,  and  colours  of  flowers,  is  not  pursued 
with  more  sluggish  frigidity.  The  compositions  are  such  as 
might  have  been  written  for  penance  by  a  hermit,  or  for  hire  by 
a  philosophical  rhymer  who  had  only  heard  of  another  sex  ;  for 
they  turn  the  mind  only  on  the  writer,  whom,  without  thinking 
on  a  woman,  but  as  the  subject  for  his  task,  we  sometimes 
esteem  as  learned,  and  sometimes  despise  as  trifling,  always 
admire  as  ingenious,  and  always  condemn  as  unnatural. 

The  Pinclarique  odes  are  now  to  be  considered  ;  a  species 
of  composition,  which  Cowley  thinks  Pancirolus  might  have 
counted  in  his  list  of  the  lost  inventions  of  antiquity,  and  which 
he  has  made  a  bold  and  vigorous  attempt  to  recover. 

The  purpose  with  which  he  has  paraphrased  an  Olympic  and 
Nemaean  ode,  is  by  himself  sufficiently  explained.  His  endeav- 
our was,  not  to  shew  precisely  what  Pindar  spoke,  but  his  man- 
ner ofsfieaking.  He  was  therefore  not  at  all  restrained  to  his  ex- 
pressions, nor  much  to  his  sentiments  ;  nothing  was  required  of 
him,  but  not  to  write  as  Pindar  would  not  have  written. 

Of  the  Olympic  ode,  the  beginning  is,  I  think,  above  the  orig- 
inal in  elegance,  and  the  conclusion  below  it  in  strength.  The 
connection  is  supplied  with  great  perspicuity ;  and  the  thoughts, 
which  to  a  reader  of  less  skill  seem  thrown  together  by  chance, 
are  concatenated  without  any  abruption.  Though  the  English 
ode  cannot  be  called  a  translation,  it  may  be  very  properly  consult- 
ed as  a  commentary. 

The  spirit  of  Pindar  is  indeed  not  every  where  equally  pre- 
served.    The  following  pretty  lines  are  not  such  as  his  deefi 
was  used  to  pour  ; 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY.  33 

Great  Rhea's  son, 
If  in  Olympus'  top,  where  thou 
Sitt'st  to  behold  thy  sacred  show, 
If  in  Alpheus*  silver  flight, 
If  in  my  verse  thou  take  delight, 
My  verse,  great  Rhea's  son,  which  is 
Lofty  as  that,  and  smooth  as  this. 

In  the  Nemsean  ode  the  reader  must,  in  mere  justice  to  Pin- 
dar, observe,  that  whatever  is  said  of  the  original  new  moon,  her 
tender  forehead  and  her  horns,  is  superadded  by  his  paraphrast, 
who  has  many  other  plays  of  words  and  fancy  unsuitable  to  the 
original,  as, 

The  table,  free  for  ev'ry  guest, 
No  doubt  will  thee  admit, 
And  feast  more  upon  thee,  than  thou  on  it. 

He  sometimes  extends  his  author's  thoughts  without  improv- 
ing them.  In  the  Olympionic  an  oath  is  mentioned  in  a  single 
word,  and  Cowley  spends  three  lines  in  swearing  by  the  Castalian 
stream.  We  are  told  of  Theron's  bounty,  with  a  hint  that  he 
had  enemies,  which  Cowley  thus  enlarges  in  rhyming  prose  ; 

But  in  this  thankless  world  the  giver 

Is  envied  even  by  the  receiver  ; 

JTis  now  the  cheap  and  frugal  fashion 

Rather  to  hide  than  own  the  obligation  ; 

Nay,  'tis  much  worse  than  so  ; 

It  now  an  artifice  does  grow 

Wrongs  and  injuries  to  do, 

Lest  men  should  think  we  owe. 

It  is  hard  to  conceive  that  a  man  of  the  first  rank  in  learning 
and  wit,  when  he  was  dealing  out  such  minute  morality  in  such 
feeble  diction,  could  imagine,  either  waking  or  dreaming,  that  he 
imitated  Pindar. 

In  the  following  odes,  where  Cowley  chooses  his  own  subjects, 
he  sometimes  rises  to  dignity  truly  Pindaric  ;  and,  if  some  defi- 
ciencies of  language  be  forgiven,  his  strains  are  such  as  those 
of  the  Theban  bard  were  to  his  contemporaries  ; 

Begin  the  song,  and  strike  the  living  lyre  ; 
Lo  how  the  years  to  come,  a  numerous  and  well  fitted  quire, 

All  hand  in  hand  do  decently  advance, 
And  to  my  song  with  smooth  and  equal  measure  dunce ; 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY. 

While  the  ilancc  lasts,  linw  long  soe'er  it  be, 
My  music's  voice  shall  hear  it  company  ; 

Till  all  gentle  notes  ho  drown'd 
In  the  last  trumpet's  dreadful  sound- 

After  such  enthusiasm,  who  will  not  lament  to  find  the  poet 
conclude  with  lines  like  these  ! 

But  stop,  my  muse  ; 

Hold  thy  Pindaric  Pegasus  closely  in, 

Which  does  to  rage  begin  ; 

'Tis  an  unruly  and  a  hard  mouth'd  horse, 

"Tv  ill  no  unskilful  touch  endure, 

But  flings  writer  and  reader  too  that  sits  not  sure. 

The  fault  of  Cowlcy,  and  perhaps  of  all  the  writers  of  the 
metaphysical  race,  is  that  of  pursuing  his  thoughts  to  their  last 
ramifications,  by  which  he  loses  the  grandeur  of  generality  ;  for 
of  the  greatest  things  the  parts  are  little  ;  what  is  little  can  be 
but  pretty,  and  by  claiming  dignity  becomes  ridiculous.  Thus  all 
the  power  of  description  is  destroyed  by  a  scrupulous  enumera- 
tion ;  arid  the  force  of  metaphors  is  lost,  when  the  mind  by  the 
mention  of  particulars  is  turned  more  upon  the  original  than 
the  secondary  sense,  more  upon  that  from  which  the  illustration 
is  drawn  than  that  to  wrhich  it  is  applied. 

Of  this  we  have  a  very  eminent  example  in  the  ode  entitled 
The  Muse,  who  goes  to  take  the  air  in  an  intellectual  chariot,  to 
which  he  harnesses  fancy  and  judgment,  wit  and  eloquence, 
memory  and  invention.  How  he  distinguished  wit  from  fancy, 
or  how  memory  could  properly  contribute  to  motion,  he  has  not 
explained  ;  we  are  however  content  to  suppose  that  he  could 
have  justified  his  own  fiction,  and  wish  to  see  the  muse  begin  her 
career  ;  but  there  is  yet  more  to  be  done. 

Let  the  postilion  nature  mount,  and  let 

The  coachman  art  be  set  ; 

And  let  the  &\ry  footmen,  running  all  beside, 

Make  a  long  row  of  goodly  pride; 

Figures,  conceits,  raptures,  and  sentences, 

In  a  well  worded  dress, 

And  innocent  loves,  and  pleasant  truths,  and  useful  lies, 

In  all  their  gaudy  liveries. 

Every  mind  is  now  disgusted  with  this  cumber  of  magnifi- 
cence ;  yet  I  cannot  refuse  myself  the  four  next  lines  ; 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY. 

Mount,  glorious  queen,  thy  travelling  throne, 

And  bid  it  to  put  on  ; 
For  long  though  cheerful  is  the  way, 
And  life,  alas  !  allows  but  one  ill  winter's  day. 

In  the  same  ode,  celebrating  the  power  of  the  muse,  he  gives 
her  prescience,  or,  in  poetical  language,  the  foresight  of  events 
hatching  in  futurity  ;  but  having  once  an  egg  in  his  mind,  he 
cannot  forbear  to  shew  us  that  he  knows  what  an  egg  contains. 

Thou  into  the  close  nests  of  time  dost  peep, 

And  there  with  piercing  eye 
Through  the  firm  shell  and  the  thick  white  dost  spy 

Years  to  come  a  forming  lie, 
Close  in  their  sacred  secundine  asleep. 

The  same  thought  is  more  generally,  and  therefore  more  po- 
etically expressed  by  Casimir,  a  writer  who  has  many  of  the 
beauties  and  faults  of  Cowley. 

Omnihus  mundi  Dominator  horis 
Aptat  urgendas  per  inane  pennas, 
Pars  adhuc  nido  latet,  et  futures 
Crescit  in  annos.' 

Cowley,  whatever  was  his  subject,  seems  to  have  been  carri- 
ed, by  a  kind  of  destiny,  to  the  light  and  the  familiar,  or  to  con- 
ceits which  require  still  more  ignoble  epithets.  A  slaughter  in 
the  red  sea,  new  dies  the  water's  name  ;  and  England,  during  the 
civil  war,  was  Albion  no  more,  nor  to  be  named  from  white.  It  is 
surely  by  some  fascination  not  easily  surmounted,  that  a  writer 
professing  to  revive  the  noblest  and  highest  writing  in 
makes  this  address  to  the  new  year  j 

Nay,  if  thou  lov'st  me,  gentle  year, 

Let  not  so  much  as  love  he  there, 

Vain  fruitless  love  I  mean  ;  for,  gentle  year, 

Although  I  fear 
There's  of  this  caution  little  need, 

Yet,  gentle  year,  take  heed 

How  thou  dost  make 

Such  a  mistake ; 
Such  love  I  mean  alone 

As  hy  thy  cruel  predecessors  has  been  shown  ; 
For,  though  I  have  too  much  cause  to  doubt  it, 
I  fain  would  try,  for  once,  if  life  can  live  without  it 

VOL.  i.  6 


.16  MIT,  OF  COWLEV. 

The  reader  of  this  will  be  inclined  to  cry  out  with  Prior, 

J     i  •  iti( 
/;>j-.c  juKjr  to  t!ii-:  \i'iin  ltimlnr"s  style  ! 

Kven  those  who  cannot  perhaps  iind  in  the  Isthmian  or  Nemxat) 
songs  what  anii  iviity  has  disposed  them  to  expect,  will  at  least 
sec  that  they  art;  ill  represented  by  such  puny  poetry  ;  and  all 
will  determine  that  if  this  be  the  old  Theban  strain,  it  is  not 
worthy  of  revival. 

To  the  disproportion  and  incongruity  of  Cowley's  sentiments 
must  be  added  the  uncertainty  and  looseness  of  his  measures. 
Hi-  takes  the  liberty  of  using  in  any  place  a  verse  of  any  length, 
from  two  syllables  to  twelve.  The  verses  of  Pindar  have,  as  he 
observes,  very  little  harmony  to  a  modern  ear  ;  yet  by  examin- 
ing the  syllables,  we  perceive  them  to  be  regular,  and  have  rea- 
son enough  for  supposing  that  the  ancient  audiences  were  de- 
lighted with  the  sound.  The  imitator  ought  therefore  to  have 
adopted  what  he  found,  and  to  have  added  what  was  wanting  ; 
to  have  preserved  a  constant  return  of  the  same  numbers,  and  to 
have  supplied  smoothness  of  transition  and  continuity  of  thought. 

It  is  urged  by  Dr.  Sprat,  that  the  irregularity  of  numbers  is  the 
-very  thing  which  makes  that  kind  of  jioesy  Jit  for  all  manner  of 
subjects.  But  he  should  have  remembered  that  what  is  fit  for 
every  thing  can  fit  nothing  well.  The  great  pleasure  of  verse 
arises  from  the  known  measure  of  the  lines,  and  uniform  struc- 
ture of  the  stanzas,  by  which  the  voice  is  regulated,  and  the  mem- 
ory relieved. 

If  the  Pindaric  style  be,  what  Cowlcy  thinks  it,  the  highest 
and  ;/o/;/r.sY  kind  of  writing  in  verse,  it  can  be  adapted  only  to 
high  and  noble  subjects  ;  and  it  will  not  be  easy  to  reconcile  the 
poet  with  the  critic,  or  to  conceive  how  that  can  be  the  highest 
kind  of  writing  in  verse,  which,  according  to  Sprat,  is  chiefly  to 
be  preferred  for  i(s  near  affinity  to  /in.  . 

This  lax  and  lawless  versification  so  much  concealed  the  de- 
ficiencies of  the  barren,  and  flattered  the  laziness  of  the  idle, 
that  it  immediately  overspread  our  books  of  poetry  ;  all  the  boys 
and  girls  caught  the  pleasing  fashion,  and  they  that  could  do 
nothing  else  could  write  like  Pindar.  The  rights  of  antiquity 
were  invaded,  and  disorder  tried  to  break  into  the  Latin  ;  a 


LIFE  OP  COWLEY.  3T 

poem*  on  the  Sheldonian  theatre,  in  which  all  kinds  of  verse  are 
shaken  together,  is  unhappily  inserted  in  the  Mus<e  Anglicana. 
Pindarism  prevailed  above  half  a  century  ;  but  at  last  died  grad- 
ually away,  and  other  imitations  supply  its  place. 

The  Pindarique  odes  have  so  long  enjoyed  the  highest  degree  of 
poetical  reputation,  that  I  am  not  willing  to  dismiss  them  with 
unabated  censure  ;  and  surely,  though  the  mode  of  their  com- 
position be  erroneous,  yet  many  parts  deserve  at  least  that  admi- 
ration which  is  due  to  great  comprehension  of  knowledge,  and 
great  fertility  of  fancy.  The  thoughts  are  often  new,  and  often 
striking  ;  but  the  greatness  of  one  part  is  disgraced  by  the  little- 
ness of  another  ;  and  total  negligence  of  language  gives  the  no- 
blest conceptions  the  appearance  of  a  fabric  august  in  the  plan, 
but  mean  in  the  materials.  Yet  surely  those  verses  are  not 
without  a  just  claim  to  praise  ;  of  which  it  may  be  said  with 
truth,  that  no  man  but  Cowley  could  have  written  them. 

The  Davideis  now  remains  to  be  considered  ;  a  poem  which 
the  author  designed  to  have  extended  to  twelve  books,  merely, 
as  he  makes  no  scruple  of  declaring,  because  the  jEneid  had  that 
number ;  but  he  had  leisure  or  perseverance  only  to  write  the 
third  part.  Epic  poems  have  been  left  unfinished  by  Virgil, 
Statins,  Spenser,  and  Cowley.  That  we  have  not  the  whole 
Davideis  is,  however,  not  much  to  be  regretted  ;  for  in  this  un- 
dertaking Cowley  is,  tacitly  at  least,  confessed  to  have  miscarried. 
There  are  not  many  examples  of  so  great  a  work,  produced  by 
an  author  generally  read,  and  generally  praised,  that  has  crept 
through  a  century  with  so  little  regard.  Whatever  is  said  of 
Cowley,  is  meant  of  his  other  works.  Of  the  Davideis  no  men- 
tion is  made  ;  it  never  appears  in  books,  nor  emerges  in  conver- 
sation. By  the  S/iectator  it  has  once  been  quoted,  by  Rymer  it  has 
once  been  praised,  and  by  Dryden,  in  "  Mac  Flecknoe,"  it  has 
once  been  imitated  ;  nor  do  I  recollect  much  other  notice  from 
its  publication  till  now,  in  the  whole  succession  of  English  liter- 
ature. 

*  First  published  in  quarto,  1669,  under  the  title  of  "Carmen  Pindaricum 
in  Theatrum  Sh.eldoni.anum  in  solennibus  magnifici  Operis  Encssniis.  Reci- 
tatum  Julii  die  9,  Anno  1669,  a  Crobetto  Owen,  A.  B.  JEd.  Chr.  Altimno 
Authore."  R. 


LIFE  OF  COWLE\ . 

Of  this  silence  and  neglect,  if  the  reason  be  inquired,  it  wil 
be  found  partly  in  the  choice  of  the  subject,  and  partly  in  the 
performance  of  the  work. 

Sacred  history  has  been  always  read  with  submissive  rever- 
ence, and  an  imagination  overawed  and  controlled.  We  have 
been  accustomed  to  acquiesce  in  the  nakedness  and  simplicity 
of  the  authentic  narrative,  and  to  repose  on  its  veracity  with 
such  humble  confidence  as  suppresses  curiosity.  We  go  with 
the  historian  as  he  goes,  and  stop  with  him  when  he  stops.  All 
amplification  is  frivolous  and  vain  ;  all  addition  to  that  which  is 
already  sufficient  for  the  purposes  of  religion,  seems  not  only  use- 
less, but  in  some  degree  profane. 

Such  events  as  were  produced  by  the  visible  interposition  of 
Divine  Power  are  above  the  power  of  human  genius  to  dignify. 
The  miracle  of  creation,  however  it  may  teem  with  images,  is 
best  described  with  little  diffusion  of  language  ;  He  spake  the 
ivord,  and  they  were  made. 

We  are  told  that  Saul  was  troubled  ivith  an  evil  spirit  ;  from 
this  Cowley  takes  an  opportunity  of  describing  hell,  and  telling 
the  history  of  Lucifer,  who  was,  he  says, 

Once  general  of  a  gilded  host  of  sprites, 

Like  Hesper  leading  forth  the  spangled  nights  ; 

But  down  like  light'ning,  which  him  struck,  he  came, 

And  roar'd  at  his  first  plunge  into  the  flame. 

Lucifer  makes  a  speech  to  the  inferior  agents  of  mischief,  in 
which  there  is  something  of  heathenism,  and  therefore  of  im- 
propriety ;  and,  to  give  efficacy  to  his  words,  concludes  by  lash- 
ing his  breast  with  his  long  tail.  Luvy,  after  a  pause,  steps  out. 
and  among  other  declarations  of  her  zeal  utters  these  lines  ; 

Do  thon  hut  threat,  loud  storms  shall  make  reply, 
And  thunder  echo  to  the  trembling  sk\. 
Whilst  raging  seas  swell  to  so  bold  an  height, 
As  shall  the  fire's  proud  element  aftVight. 
Th'  old  drudging  sun,  from  his  long  beaten  way, 
Shall  at  thy  voice  start,  and  misguide  the  day- 
The  jocund  orbs  shall  break  their  measur'd  pace, 
And  stubborn  poles  change  their  allotted  place. 
Heaven's  gilded  troops  shall  flutter  here  and  there, 
Leaving  their  boasting  songs  tunM  to  a  sphere. 

Every  reader  feels  himself  weary  with  this  useless  talk  of  an 
allegorical  being. 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY.  39 

It  is  not  only  when  the  events  are  confessedly  miraculous,  that 
fancy  and  fiction  lose  their  effect  ;  the  whole  system  of  life, 
while  the  theocracy  was  yet  visible,  has  an  appearance  so 
different  from  ail  other  scenes  of  human  action,  that  the  reader 
of  the  sacred  volume  habitually  considers  it  as  the  peculiar  mode 
of  existence  of  a  distinct  species  of  mankind,  that  lived  and  acted 
with  manners  uncommunicabie  ;  so  that  it  is  difficult  even  for 
imagination  to  place  us  in  the  state  of  them  whose  story  is  re- 
lated, and  by  consequence  their  joys  and  griefs  are  not  easily 
adopted,  nor  can  the  attention  be  often  interested  in  any  thing 
that  befals  them. 

To  the  subject,  thus  originally  indisposed  to  the  reception  of 
poetical  embellishments,  the  writer  brought  little  that  could  rec- 
oncile impatience,  or  attract  curiosity.  Nothing  can  be  more 
disgusting  than  a  narrative  spangled  with  conceits,  and  conceits 
are  all  that  the  Davideis  supplies. 

One  of  the  great  sources  of  poetical  delight  is  description,* 
or  the  power  of  presenting  pictures  to  the  mind.  Cowley  gives 
inferences  instead  of  images,  and  shews  not  what  may  be  sup- 
posed to  have  been  seen,  but  what  thoughts  the  sight  might  have 
suggested.  When  Virgil  describes  the  stone  which  Turnus  lifted 
against  ^SLneas,  he  fixes  the  attention  on  its  bulk  and  weight. 

Saxum  circumspicit  ingens, 

Saxum  antiquura,  ingens,  carapo  quod  forte  jacebat 
Limes  agro  positus,  litem  ut  discerneret  arvis. 

Cowley  says  of  the  stone  with  which  Cain  slew  his  brother, 

I  saw  him  fling  the  stone,  as  if  he  meant 
At  once  his  murder  and  his  monument. 

Of  the  sword  taken  from  Goliah,  he  says, 

A  sword  so  great,  that  it  was  only  fit 

To  cut  off  his  great  head  that  came  with  it. 

Other  poets  describe  death  by  some  of  its  common  appear- 
ances.  Cowley  says,  with  a  learned  allusion  to  sepulchral 
lamps  real  or  fabulous, 

*  Dr.  Warton  discovers  some  contrariety  of  opinion  between  this,  and 
what  is  said  of  description  in  p.  34.    C. 


4O  LIFE  OF  COWLEY. 

"I'wixt  his  right  ribs  deep  pierc'd  the  furious  blade, 
And  oprnM  \\iilr  those  secret  vessels  v.herc 
Life's  light  goes  out,  when  first  they  let  in  air. 

But  he  has  allusions  vulgar  as  well  as  learned.     In  a  visionary 
succession  of  kings  ; 

.loan  at  first  dors  bright  and  glorious  show, 
In  life's  fresh  morn  his  fume  does  early  crow. 

Describing  an  undisciplined  army,  after  having  said  with  ele- 
gance, 

His  forces  seem'd  no  army,  but  a  crowd 
Heartless,  unarm'd,  disorderly,  and  loud  ; 

he  gives  them  a  fit  of  the  ague. 

The  allusions,  however,  are  not  always  to  vulgar  things  ;  he 
offends  by  exaggeration  as  much  as  by  diminution. 

The  king  was  plac'd  alone,  and  o'er  his  head 

A  well  wrought  heaven  of  silk  and  gold  was  spread. 

Whatever  he  writes  is  always  polluted  with  some  conceit. 

Where  the  sun's  fruitful  beams  give  metals  birth, 
Where  he  the  growth  of  fatal  gold  does  see, 
Gold,  which  alone  more  influence  has  than  he. 

In  one  passage  he  starts  a  sudden  question,  to  the  confusion 
of  philosophy. 

Ye  learned  heads,  whom  ivy  garlands  grace, 
Why  does  that  twining  plant  the  oak  embrace  ? 
The  oak,  for  courtship  most  of  all  unfit, 
And  rough  as  are  the  winds  that  fight  with  it. 

His  expressions  have  sometimes  a  degree  of  meanness  that 
surpasses  expectation. 

Nay,  gentle  guests,  he  cries,  since  now  you're  in, 
The  story  of  your  gallant  friend  begin. 

In  a  simile  descriptive  of  the  morning. 

As  glimmering  stars  just  atth'  approach  of  da) 
Cashier'd  by  troops,  at  last  drop  all  away. 

The  dress  of  Gabriel  deserves  attention. 

He  took  for  skin  a  cloud  most  soft  and  bright, 

That  e'er  the  mid  day  sun  pierc'd  through  with  light 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY. 

Upon  his  cheeks  a  lively  blush  he  spread, 

"VVash'd  from  the  morning  beauties'  deepest  red  ; 

An  harmless  flatt'ring  meteor  shone  for  hair, 

And  fell  adown  his  shoulders  with  loose  care  ; 

He  cuts  out  a  silk  mantle  from  the  skies, 

Where  the  most  sprightly  azure  pleas'd  the  eyes ; 

This  lie  with  starry  vapours  sprinkles  all, 

Took  in  their  prime  ere  they  grow  ripe  and  fall ; 

Of  a  new  rainbow  ere  it  fret  or  fade, 

The  choicest  piece  cut  out,  a  scarfe  is  made. 

This  is  a  just  specimen  of  Cowley's  imagery  ;  what  might 
in  general  expressions  be  great  and  forcible,  he  weakens  and 
makes  ridiculous  by  branching  it  into  small  parts.  That  Ga- 
briel was  invested  with  the  softest  or  brightest  colours  of  the  sky, 
we  might  have  been  told,  and  been  dismissed  to  improve  the 
idea  in  our  different  proportions  of  conception  ;  but  Cowley 
could  not  let  us  go  till  he  had  related  where  Gabriel  got  first  his 
skin,  and  then  his  mantle,  then  his  lace,  and  then  his  scarfe,  and 
related  it  in  the  terms  of  the  mercer  and  tailor. 

Sometimes  he  indulges  himself  in  a  digression,  always  con- 
ceived with  his  natural  exuberance,  and  commonly,  even  where 
it  is  not  long,  continued  till  it  is  tedious. 

I'  th'  library  a  few  choice  authors  stood, 

Yet  'twas  well  stor'd,  for  that  small  store  was  good ; 

Writing,  man's  spiritual  physic,  was  not  then 

Itself,  as  now,  grown  a  disease  of  men. 

Learning,  young  virgin,  but  few  suitors  knew  ; 

The  common  prostitute  she  lately  grew, 

And  Avith  the  spurious  brood  loads  now  the  press  ; 

Laborious  effects  of  idleness. 

As  the  Davideis  affords  only  four  books,  though  intended  to 
consist  of  twelve,  there  is  no  opportunity  for  such  criticism  as 
Epic  poems  commonly  supply.  The  plan  of  the  whole  work  is 
very  imperfectly  shown  by  the  third  part.  The  duration  of  an 
unfinished  action  cannot  be  known.  Of  characters  either  not 
yet  introduced,  or  shown  but  upon  few  occasions,  the  full  extent 
and  the  nice  discriminations  cannot  be  ascertained.  The  fable 
is  plainly  implex,  formed  rather  from  the  Odyssey  than  the 
Iliad ;  and  many  artifices  of  diversification  are  employed,  with 
the  skill  of  a  man  acquainted  with  the  best  models.  The  past 
is  recalled  by  narration,  and  the  future  anticipated  by  vision  ; 


i~  LIFE  Or  COWLEV. 

but  he  has  been  so  lavish  of  his  poetical  art,  that  it  is  difficult  to 
imagine  how  he  could  fill  eight  books  more  without  practising 
again  the  same  modes  of  disposing  his  matter ;  and  perhaps  the 
perception  of  this  growing  incumbrance  inclined  him  to  stop. 
By  this  abruption,  posterity  lost  more  instruction  than  delight. 
If  the  continuation  of  the  Davideis  can  be  missed,  it  is  for  the 
learning  that  had  been  diffused  over  it,  and  the  notes  in  which 
it  had  been  explained. 

Had  not  his  characters  been  depraved  like  every  other  part 
by  improper  decorations,  they  would  have  deserved  uncommon 
praise.  He  gives  Saul  both  the  body  and  mind  of  a  hero. 

His  Avay  once  chose,  he  forward  thrust  outright, 
Nor  turn'd  aside  for  danger  or  delight. 

And  the  different  beauties  of  the  lofty  Merah  and  the  gentle 
Michol  are  very  justly  conceived  and  strongly  painted. 

Rymcr  has  declared  the  Davideis  superior  to  the  Jerusalem  of 
Tasso,  "  which,"  says  he,  "  the  poet,  with  all  his  care,  has  not 
totally  purged  from  pedantry."  If  by  pedantry  is  meant  that 
minute  knowledge  which  is  derived  from  particular  sciences  and 
studies,  in  opposition  to  the  general  notions  supplied  by  a  wide 
survey  of  life  and  nature,  Cowley  certainly  errs,  by  introducing- 
pedantry,  far  more  frequently  than  Tasso.  I  know  not,  indeed, 
why  they  should  be  compared  ;  for  the  resemblance  of  Cowley's 
work  to  Tasso's  is  only  that  they  both  exhibit  the  agency  of  ce- 
lestial and  infernal  spirits  ;  in  which  however  they  differ  widely  ; 
for  Cowley  supposes  them  commonly  to  operate  upon  the  mind 
by  suggestion  ;  Tasso  represents  them  as  promoting  or  obstruct- 
ing events  by  external  agency. 

Of  particular  passages  that  can  be  properly  compared,  I  re- 
member only  the  description  of  heaven,  in  which  the  different 
manner  of  the  two  writers  is  sufficiently  discernible.  Cowley 's 
is  scarcely  description,  unless  it  be  possible  to  describe  by  nega- 
tives ;  for  he  tells  us  only  what  there  is  not  in  heaven.  Tasso 
endeavours  to  represent  the  splendours  and  pleasures  of  the  re- 
gions of  happiness.  Tasso  affords  images,  and  Cowley  senti- 
ments. It  happens,  however,  that  Tasso's  description  affords 
some  reason  for  Rymer's  censure.  He  says  of  the  Supreme 
Being, 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY.  43 

Ha  sotto  i  piedi  e  fato  c  la  natura 
Ministri  hamili,  e'L  moto,  e  cli'il  misura. 

The  second  line  has  in  it  more  of  pedantry  than  perhaps  can 
be  found  in  any  other  stanza  of  the  poem. 

In  the  perusal  of  the  Davideis,  as  of  all  Cowley's  works,  we 
find  wit  and  learning  unproihably  squandered.  Attention  has  no 
relief ;  the  affections  are  never  moved  ;  we  are  sometimes  sur- 
prised, but  never  delighted,  and  find  much  to  admire,  but  little 
to  approve.  Still  however  it  is  the  work  of  Cowley,  of  a  mind 
capacious  by  nature,  and  replenished  by  study. 

In  the  general  review  of  Cowley's  poetry  it  will  be  found,  that 
he  wrote  with  abundant  fertility,  but  negligent  or  unskilful  selec- 
tion ;  with  much  thought,  but  with  little  imagery  ;  that  he  is 
never  pathetic,  and  rarely  sublime,  but  always  either  ingenious  or 
learned,  either  acute  or  profound. 

It  is  said  by  Denham  in  his  elegy, 

To  him  no  author  was  unknown  ; 
Yet  what  he  .writ  was  all  his  own. 

This  wide  position  requires  less  limitation,  when  it  is  affirmed  of 
Cowley,  than  perhaps  of  any  other  poet.  He  read  much,  and 
yet  borrowed  little. 

His  character  of  writing  was  indeed  not  his  own  ;  he  unhap- 
pily adopted  that  which  was  predominant.  He  saw  a  certain  way 
to  present  praise  ;  and  not  sufficiently  inquiring  by  what  means 
the  ancients  have  continued  to  delight  through  all  the  changes  of 
human  manners,  he  contented  himself  with  a  deciduous  laurel, 
of  which  the  verdure  in  its  spring  was  bright  and  gay,  but  which 
time  has  been  continually  stealing  from  his  brows. 

He  was  in  his  own  time  considered  as  of  unrivalled  excellence. 
Clarendon  represents  him  as  having  taken  a  flight  beyond  all  that 
went  before  him;  and  Milton  is  said  to  have  declared,  that  the  three 
greatest  English  poets  were  Spenser,  Shakespeare,  and  Cowiey. 

His  manner  he  had  in  common  with  others  ;  but  his  sentiments 
were  his  own.  Upon  every  subject  he  thought  for  himself;  and 
such  was  his  copiousness  of  knowledge,  that  something  at  once 
remote  and  applicable  rushed  into  his  mind  ;  yet  it  is  not  likely 
that  he  always  rejected  a  commodious  idea  merely  because  an- 
other had  used  it ;  his  known  wealth  was  so  great,  that  he  might 
have  borrowed  without  loss  of  credit. 

VOL.  i.  7 


44  UPE  OF  COWLEY. 


In  his  elegy  on  sir  Henry  Wotton,  the  last  lines  have  such 
resemblance  to  the  noble  epigram  of  Grotius  upon  the  death  of 
Scaiiger,  that  I  cannot  but  think  them  copied  from  it,  though 
they  are  copied  by  no  servile  hand. 

One  passage  in  his  Mint  rents  is  so  apparently  borrowed  from 
Donne,  that  he  probably  would  not  have  written  it,  had  it  not 
mingled  with  his  own  thoughts,  so  as  that  he  did  not  perceive 
himself  taking  it  from  another. 

Although  I  think  them  never  found  wilt  he, 

Yet  I'm  resolv'd  to  search  for  thee  ; 

The  search  itself  rewards  the  pains. 
So,  though  the  chymic  his  great  secret  miss', 
For  neither  it  in  art  nor  nature  is, 

Yet  tilings  well  worth  his  toil  he  gains  ; 

And  does  his  charge  and  labour  pay 

With  good  unsought  experiments  by  the  way. 

COWLEY. 
Some  that  have  deeper  digg'd  love's  mine  than  I, 

Say,  where  his  centric  happiness  doth  lie  ; 

I  have  lov'd,  and  got,  and  told  ; 
But  should  I  love,  get,  tell,  till  I  were  old, 
I  should  not  find  that  hidden  mystery  ; 

Oh,  'tis  imposture  all  ; 
And  as  no  chymic  yet  th'  elixir  got, 

But  glorifies  his  pregnant  pot, 

If  by  the  way  to  him  befal 
Some  odoriferous  thing,  or  medicinal, 
So  lovers  dream  a  rich  and  long  delight, 
But  get  a  winter  seeming  summer's  night. 

Jonson  and  Donne,  as  Dr.  Hurd  remarks,  were  then  in  the 
highest  esteem. 

It  is  related  by  Clarendon,  that  Cowley  always  acknowledged 
his  obligation  to  the  learning  and  industry  of  Jonson  ;  but  I  have 
found  no  traces  of  Jonson  in  his  works  ;  to  emulate  Donne,  ap- 
pears to  have  been  his  purpose  ;  and  from  Donne  he  may  have 
learned  that  familiarity  with  religious  images,  and  that  light 
allusion  to  sacred  things,  by  which  readers  far  short  of  sanctity 
are  frequently  offended  ;  and  which  would  not  be  borne  in  the 
present  age,  when  devotion,  perhaps  not  more  fervent,  is  more 
delicate. 

Having  produced  one  passage  taken  by  Cowley  from  Donne, 
I  will  recompense  him  by  another  which  Milton  seems  to  have 
borrowed  from  him.  He  says  of  Goliah, 


XIFE  OF  COWLEY.  45 

His  spear,  the  trunk  was  of  a  lofty  tree, 

"Which  nature  meant  some  tall  ship's  mast  should  be. 

Milton  of  satan. 

His  spear,  to  equal  which  the  tallest  pine 
Hewn,  on  Norwegian  hills,  to  be  the  mast 
Of  some  great  admiral,  were  but  a  wand, 
He  walked  with. 

His  diction  was  in  his  own  time  censured  as  negligent.  He 
seems  not  to  have  known,  or  not  to  have  considered,  that  words 
being  arbitrary  must  owe  their  power  to  association,  and  have 
the  influence,  and  that  only,  which  custom  has  given  them.  Lan- 
guage is  the  dress  of  thought  ;  and  as  the  noblest  mien,  or  most 
graceful  action,  would  be  degraded  and  obscured  by  a  garb  ap- 
propriated to  the  gross  employments  of  rustics  or  mechanics  ; 
so  the  most  heroic  sentiments  will  lose  their  efficacy,  and  the 
most  splendid  ideas  drop  their  magnifi&ence}  if  they  are  conveyed 
by  words  used  commonly  upon  low  and  trivial  occasions-,  debased 
by  vulgar  mouths,  and  contaminated  by  inelegant  applications. 

Truth  indeed  is  always  truth,  and  reason  is  always  reason ; 
they  have  an  intrinsic  and  unalterable  value,  and  constitute  that 
intellectual  gold  which  defies  destruction  ;  but  gold  may  be  so 
concealed  in  baser  matter,  that  only  a  chymist  can  recover  it ; 
sense  may  be  so  hidden  in  unrefined  and  plebeian  words,  that 
none  but  philosophers  can  distinguish  it ;  and  both  may  be  so 
buried  in  impurities,  as  not  to  pay  the  cost  of  their  extraction. 

The  diction  being  the  vehicle  of  the  thoughts,  first  presents 
itself  to  the  intellectual  eye  ;  and  if  the  first  appearance  offends, 
a  further  knowledge  is  not  often  sought.  Whatever  professes 
to  benefit  by  pleasing,  must  please  at  once.  The  pleasures  of 
the  mind  imply  something  sudden  and  unexpected  ;  that  which 
elevates  must  always  surprise.  What  is  perceived  by  slow  de- 
grees may  gratify  us  with  the  consciousness  of  improvement,  but 
will  never  strike  with  the  sense  of  pleasure. 

Of  all  this,  Cowley  appears  to  have  been  without  knowledge, 
or  without  care.  He  makes  no  selection  of  words,  nor  seeks  any 
neatness  of  phrase  ;  he  has  no  elegancies  either  lucky  or  elabo- 
rate ;  as  his  endeavours  were  rather  to  impress  sentences  upon 
the  understanding  than  images  on  the  fancy,  he  has  few  epi- 
thets, and  those  scattered  without  peculiar  propriety  or  nice 


Ml  •{•:  OF  COWLEV. 

adaptation.  It  seems  to  follow  from  the  necessity  of  the  subject, 
rather  than  the  care  of  the  writer,  that  the  diction  of  his  heroic 
poem  is  less  familiar  than  that  of  his  slightest  writings.  He  has 
given  not  the  same  numbers,  but  the  same  diction,  to  the  gentle 
Anacreon  and  the  tempestuous  Pindar. 

His  versification  seems  to  have  had  very  little  of  his  care  ; 
and  if  what  he  thinks  be  true,  that  his  numbers  are  unmusical 
only  when  they  are  ill  read,  the  art  of  reading  them  is  at  present 
lost ;  for  they  arc  commonly  harsh  to  modern  ears.  He  has 
indeed  many  noble  lines,  such  as  the  feeble  care  of  Waller  never 
could  produce.  The  bulk  of  his  thoughts  sometimes  swelled 
his  verse  to  unexpected  and  inevitable  grandeur  ;  but  his  excel- 
lence of  this  kind  is  merely  fortuitous  ;  he  sinks  willingly  down 
to  his  general  carelessness,  and  avoids  with  very  little  care  either 
meanness  or  asperity. 

His  contractions  are  often  rugged  and  harsh. 

One  flings  a  mountain,  and  its  rivers  too 
Torn  up  Avith't. 

His  rhymes  are  very  often  made  by  pronouns,  or  particles,  or 
the  like  unimportant  words,  which  disappoint  the  ear,  and  destroy 
the  energy  of  the  line. 

His  combination  of  different  measures  is  sometimes  dissonant 
and  unpleasing  ;  he  joins  verses  together,  of  which  the  former 
docs  not  slide  easily  into  the  latter. 

The  words  do  and  did,  which  so  much  degrade  in  present  esti- 
mation the  line  that  admits  them,  were  in  the  time  of  Cowley 
little  censured  or  avoided  ;  how  often  he  used  them,  and  with 
how  bad  an  effect,  at  least  to  our  ears,  will  appear  by  a  passage, 
in  which  every  reader  will  lament  to  see  just  and  noble  thoughts 
defrauded  of  their  praise  by  inelegance  of  language. 

Where  honour  or  Avhcre  conscience  docs  not  bind, 

No  other  lu\v  shall  shackle  me  ; 

Slave  to  myself  I  ne'er  \vill  be  ; 
Nor  shall  my  future  actions  be  confinM 

Jly  nn  own  present  mind. 
\Y!io  by  resolves  and  vows  engfig'd  docs  stand, 

For  days,  that  yet  belong  to  taio, 
JJoex,  like  an  unthrifl  mortgage  his  estate 

TJefore  it  falls  into  his  hand  ; 

The  bondman  of  the  cloister  so. 


LIFE  OP  COWLEY.  4, 

All  that  he  does  receive  does  always  owe. 
And  still  as  time  comes  in,  it  goes  away, 

Not  to  enjoy,  but  debts  to  pay  ! 

Unhappy  slave,  and  pupil  to  a  bell  ! 
Which  his  hour's  work  as  well  as  hours  does  tell ; 
Unhappy  till  the  last,  the  kind  releasing  knell. 

His  heroic  lines  are  often  formed  of  monosyllables  ;  but  yet- 
they  are  sometimes  sweet  and  sonorous. 

He  says  of  the  Messiah, 

Round  the  whole  earth  his  dreaded  name  shall  sound, 
And  reach  to  worlds  that  must  not  yet  be  found. 

In  another  place,  of  David, 

Yet  bid  him  go  securely,  when  he  sends; 

'Tls  Saul  that  is  his  foe,  and  ive  his  friends. 
The  man  ivho  has  his  God,  no  aid  can  lack  ; 
And  ive  ivho  bid  him  go,  ivill  bring  him  back. 

Yet  amidst  his  negligence  he  sometimes  attempted  an  improv- 
ed and  scientific  versification  ;  of  which  it  will  be  best  to  give 
his  own  account  subjoined  to  this  line  ; 

Nor  can  the  glory  contain  itself  in  th'  endless  space. 

"  I  am  sorry  that  it  is  necessary  to  admonish  the  most  part 
of  readers,  that  it  is  not  by  negligence  that  this  verse  is  so  loose, 
long,  and  as  it  were,  vast  ;  it  is  to  paint  in  the  number  the  na- 
ture of  the  thing-  which  it  describes,  which  I  would  have  observ- 
ed in  divers  other  places  of  this  poem,  that  else  will  pass  for  very 
careless  verses  ;  as  before, 

Jlnd  overruns  the  neighboring  fields  -with  violent  cwrsf 
"  In  the  second  book  ; 

Doivn  a  precipice  deep,  down  he  casts  them  all, 

"  And, 

And  fell  adoiun  his  shoulders  ivith  loose  care 
«  In  the  third, 

Brass  ivas  his  helmet,  his  boots  brass,  and  o'er 
His  breast  a  thick  plate  of  strong  brass  he  •«• 


48  Ul.-£  OF  COVVLEY. 

"  In  the  fourth, 

Like  some  fair  pine  o'er  looking  all  tlC  i^  nobler  iv«od. 
"  And, 

.'•i'lwr.  from  tlu:  rocks  cast  themselves  down 


"  And  many  more  ;  but  it  is  enough  to  instance  in  a  fc\N 
The  thing  is,  that  the  disposition  of  words  and  numbers  should 
be  such,  as  that,  out  of  the  order  and  sound  of  them,  the  things 
themselves  may  be  represented.  This  the  Greeks  were  not  so 
accurate  as  to  bind  themselves  to  ;  neither  have  our  English 
poets  observed  it,  for  aught  I  can  find.  The  Latins,  qui  musa.i 
colunt  scveriores,  sometimes  did  it  ;  and  their  prince,  Virgil,  al- 
ways ;  in  whom  the  examples  are  innumerable,  and  taken  notice 
of  by  all  judicious  men,  so  that  it  is  superfluous  to  collect 
them." 

I  know  not  whether  he  has,  in  many  of  these  instances,  attain- 
ed the  representation  or  resemblance  that  he  purposes.  Verse 
can  imitate  only  sound  and  motion.  A  boundless  verse,  a  head- 
long verse,  and  a  verse  of  brass  or  of  strong  brass^  seem  to  com 
prise  very  incongruous  and  unsociable  ideas.  What  there  is 
peculiar  in  the  sound  of  the  line  expressing  loose  care,  I  cannot 
discover  ;  nor  why  the  fiine  is  taller  in  an  Alexandrine  than  in 
ten  syllables. 

But,  not  to  defraud  him  of  his  due  praise,  he  has  given  one- 
example  of  representative  versification,  which  perhaps  no  other 
English  line  can  equal. 

Begin,  be  bold,  :ind  venture  to  be  vise. 

He,  who  defers  this  work  from  day  to  day, 

Does  on  a  river's  bank  expecting  stay 

Till  the  whole  stream  that  stopp'd  him  shall  be  gone, 

Which  runs,  and  as  it  runs,  for  ever  shall  run  on. 

Cowlcy  was,  I  believe,  the  first  poet  that  mingled  Alexandrines 
at  pleasure  with  the  common  heroic  of  ten  syllables,  and  from 
liim  Dry  den  borrowed  the  practice,  whether  ornamental  or  licen- 
tious. He  considered  the  verse  of  twelve  syllables  as  elevated 
and  majestic,  and  has  therefore  deviated  into  that  measure 
when  he  supposes  the  voice  heard  of  the  Supreme  Being. 

The  author  of  the  Davideis  is  commended  by  Dryden  for  hav- 
ing written  it  in  couplets,  because  he  discovered  that  any  staff  was 


LIFE  OF  COWLEY, 

too  lyrical  for  an  heroic  poem  ;  but  this  seems  to  have  been  known 
before  by  May  and  Sandijs,  the  translators  of  the  Pharsalia  and 
the  Metamorphoses. 

In  the  Davideis  are  some  hemistichs,  or  verses  left  imperfect 
by  the  author,  in  imitation  of  Virgil,  whom  he  supposes  not  to 
have  intended  to  complete  them  ;  that  this  opinion  is  erroneous, 
may  be  probably  concluded,  because  this  truncation  is  imitated 
by  no  subsequent  Roman  poet ;  because  Virgil  himself  filled  up 
one  broken  line  in  the  heat  of  recitation  ;  because  in  one  the  sense 
is  now  unfinished  ;  and  because  all  that  can  be  done  by  a  broken 
verse,  a  line  intersected  by  a  caesura^  and  a  full  stop,  will  equally 
effect. 

Of  triplets  in  his  Davideis  he  makes  no  use,  and  perhaps  did 
not  at  first  think  them  allowable  ;  but  he  appears  afterwards  to 
have  changed  his  mind,  for  in  the  verses  on  the  government  of 
Cromwell  he  inserts  them  liberally  with  great  happiness. 

After  so  much  criticism  on  his  poems,  the  essays  which  ac- 
company them  must  not  be  forgotten.  What  is  said  by  Sprat  of 
his  conversation,  that  no  man  could  draw  from  it  any  suspicion  of 
his  excellence  in  poetry,  may  be  applied  to  these  compositions. 
No  author  ever  kept  his  verse  and  his  prose  at  a  greater  distance 
from  each  other.  His  thoughts  are  natural,  and  his  style  has  a 
smooth  and  placid  equability,  which  has  never  yet  obtained  its  due 
commendation.  Nothing  is  far  sought,  or  hard  laboured  ;  but  all 
is  easy  without  feebleness,  and  familiar  without  grossness. 

It  has  been  observed  by  Felton,  in  his  essay  on  the  classics, 
that  Cowley  was  beloved  by  every  muse  that  he  courted;  and  that 
he  has  rivalled  the  ancients  in  every  kind  of  poetry  but  tragedy. 

It  may  be  affirmed,  without  any  encomiastic  fervour,  that  he 
brought  to  his  poetic  labours  a  mind  replete  with  learning,  and 
that  his  pages  are  embellished  with  all  the  ornaments  which 
books  could  supply  ;  that  he  was  the  first  who  imparted  to  Eng- 
lish numbers  the  enthusiasm  of  the  greater  ode,  and  the  gaiety 
of  the  less ;  that  he  was  equally  qualified  for  sprightly  sallies, 
and  for  lofty  flights  ;  that  he  was  among  those  who  freed  trans- 
lation from  servility,  and,  instead  of  following  his  author  at  a  dis- 
tance, walked  by  his  side  ;  and  that  if  he  left  versification  yet 
improvable,  he  left  likewise  from  time  to  time  such  specimens 
of  excellence  as  enabled  succeeding  poets  to  improve  it. 


DENHAM. 


SIR  JOHN  DENHAM  veiy  little  is  known  but  what  is  related 
of  him  by  Wood,  or  by  himself. 

He  was  born  at  Dublin  in  1615;  the  only  son  of  sir  John 
Denham,  of  Little  Horsely  in  Essex,  then  chief  baron  of  the  ex- 
chequer in  Ireland,  and  of  Eleanor,  daughter  of  sir  Garret  Moore, 
baron  of  Mellefont. 

Two  years  afterward,  his  father,  being  made  one  of  the  bar- 
ons of  the  exchequer  in  England,  brought  him  away  from  his 
native  country,  and  educated  him  in  London. 

In  163 1  he  was  sent  to  Oxford,  where  he  was  considered  "  as  a 
dreaming  young  man,  given  more  to  dice  and  cards  than  study  ;" 
and  therefore  gave  no  prognostics  of  his  future  eminence  ;  nor 
was  suspected  to  conceal,  under  sluggishness  and  laxity,  a  genius 
born  to  improve  the  literature  of  his  country. 

When  he  was,  three  years  afterward,  removed  to  Lincoln's 
Inn,  he  prosecuted  the  common  law  xvith  sufficient  appearance 
of  application  ;  yet  did  not  lose  his  propensity  to  cards  and  dice  ; 
but  was  very  often  plundered  by  gamesters. 

Being  severely  reproved  for  this  folly,  he  professed,  and  per- 
haps believed  himself  reclaimed  ;  and,  to  testify  the  sincerity  of 
his  repentance,  wrote  and  published  "  An  Essay  upon  Gaming." 

He  seems  to  have  divided  his  studies  between  law  and  poe- 
try ;  for  in  1636,  he  translated  the  second  book  of  the  ^Eneid. 

Two  years  after,  his  father  died  ;  and  then,  notwithstanding  his 
resolutions  and  professions,  he  returned  again  to  the  vice  of 
gaming,  and  lost  several  thousand  pounds  that  had  been  left 
him. 

In  1642,  he  published  "  The  Sophy."  This  seems  to  have 
given  him  his  first  hold  of  the  public  attention  ;  for  Waller  re- 
marked, "  That  he  broke  out  like  the  Irish  rebellion  three  score 
thousand  strong,  when  nobody  was  aware,  or  in  the  least  sus- 

VOL.    T.  8 


J-  LIPE  OF  DRNIIAM. 

pcctcd  it  ;"  an  observation  which  could  have  had  no  propriety, 
had  his  poetical  abilities  been  known  before. 

He  was  alter  that  pricked  for  sheriff  of  Surrey,  and  made 
governor  of  Farnham  castle  for  the  king  ;  but  he  soon  resigned 
that  charge,  and  retreated  to  Oxford,  where,  in  1643,  he  pub- 
lished "  Cooper's  Hill." 

This  poem  had  such  reputation  as  to  excite  the  common  arti- 
fice by  which  envy  degrades  excellence.  A  report  was  spread, 
that  the  performance  was  not  his  own,  but  that  he  had  bought 
it  of  a  vicar  for  forty  pounds.  The  same  attempt  was  made  to 
rob  Addison  of  his  Cato,  and  Pope  of  his  Essay  on  Criticism. 

In  1647,  the  distresses  of  the  royal  family  required  him  to  en- 
gage in  more  dangerous  employments.  He  was  intrusted  by 
the  queen  with  a  message  to  the  king  ;  and,  by  whatever  means? 
so  far  softened  the  ferocity  of  Hugh  Peters,  that,  by  his  interces- 
sion, admission  was  procured.  Of  the  king's  condescension  he 
has  given  an  account  in  the  dedication  of  his  works. 

He  was  afterward  employed  in  carrying  on  the  king's  corres- 
pondence ;  and,  as  he  says,  discharged  this  office  with  great  safe- 
ty to  the  royalists ;  and  being  accidentally  discovered  by  the  ad- 
verse party's  knowledge  of  Mr.  Cowley's  hand,  he  escaped  hap- 
pily both  for  himself  and  his  friends. 

He  was  yet  engaged  in  a  greater  undertaking.  In  April, 
1648,  he  conveyed  James  the  duke  of  York  from  London  into 
France,  and  delivered  him  there  to  the  queen  and  prince  of 
Wales.  This  year  he  published  his  translation  of  "  Cato 
Major." 

He  now  resided  in  France,  as  one  of  the  followers  of  the  exil- 
ed king  ;  and,  to  divert  the  melancholy  of  their  condition,  was 
sometimes  enjoined  by  his  master  to  write  occasional  verses  ; 
one  of  which  amusements  was  probably  his  ode  or  song  upon  the 
embassy  to  Poland,  by  which  he  and  lord  Crofts  procured  a  con- 
tribution of  ten  thousand  pounds  from  the  Scotch,  that  wandered 
over  that  kingdom.  Poland  was  at  that  time  very  much  frequent- 
ed by  itinerant  traders,  who,  in  a  country  of  very  little  commerce 
and  of  great  extent,  where  every  man  resided  on  his  own  estate, 
contributed  very  much  to  the  accommodation  of  life,  by  bring- 
ing to  every  man's  house  those  little  necessaries  which  it  was 
very  inconvenient  to  want,  and  very  troublesome  to  fetch.  I 


LIFE  OF  DENHAM.  33 

formerly  read,  \vithout  much  reflection,  of  the  multitude 
of  Scotchmen  that  travelled  with  their  wares  in  Poland  ;  and  that 
their  numbers  were  not  small,  the  success  of  this  negotiation 
gives  sufficient  evidence. 

About  this  time,  what  estate  the  war  and  the  gamesters  had 
left  him,  was  sold,  by  order  of  the  parliament  ;  and  when,  in 
1652,  he  returned  to  England,  he  was  entertained  by  the  earl  of 
Pembroke. 

Of  the  next  years  of  his  life  there  is  no  account.  At  the  res- 
toration he  obtained  that  which  many  missed,  the  reward  of  his 
loyalty  ;  being  made  surveyor  of  the  king's  buildings,  and  digni- 
fied with  the  order  of  the  bath.  He  seems  now  to  have  learned 
some  attention  to  money  ;  for  Wood  says,  that  he  got  by  his 
place  seven  thousand  pounds. 

After  the  restoration,  he  wrote  the  poem  on  prudence  and 
justice,  and  perhaps  some  of  his  other  pieces  ;  and  as  he  ap- 
pears, whenever  any  serious  question  comes  before  him,  to  have 
been  a  man  of  piety,  he  consecrated  his  poetical  powers  to  relig- 
ion, and  made  a  metrical  version  of  the  Psalms  of  David.  In 
this  attempt  he  has  failed  ;  but  in  sacred  poetry  who  has  suc- 
ceeded ? 

It  might  be  hoped  that  the  favour  of  his  master,  and  esteem 
of  the  public  would  now  make  him  happy.  But  human  felicity 
is  short  and  uncertain  ;  a  second  marriage  brought  upon  him 
so  much  disquiet,  as  for  a  time  disordered  his  understanding  ; 
and  Butler  lampooned  him  for  his  lunacy.  I  know  not  whether 
the  malignant  lines  were  then  made  public,  nor  what  provocation 
incited  Butler  to  do  that  which  no  provocation  can  excuse. 

His  frenzy  lasted  not  long  ;*  and  he  seems  to  have  regained 
his  full  force  of  mind  ;  for  he  wrote  afterward  his  excellent 
poem  upon  the  death  of  Cowley,  whom  he  was  not  long  to 
survive,  for  on  the  19th  of  March,  1668,  he  was  buried  by  his 
side. 

DENHAM  is  deservedly  considered  as  one  of  the  fathers  of 
English  poetry.  «  Denham  and  Waller,"  says  Prior,  "  improved 
our  versification,  and  Dryden  perfected  it."  He  has  given 

*  In  Grammont's  memoirs  many  circumstances  are  related,  both  of  his 
marriage  and  his  frenzy,  very  little  favourable  to  his  character.  R. 


LIFE  OF  DENHAM. 

specimens  of  various  composition,  descriptive,  ludicrous,  didac- 
tic, and  sublime. 

He  appears  to  have  had,  in  common  with  almost  all  mankind, 
the  ambition  of  being  upon  proper  occasions  a  merry  fellow,  and 
in  common  with  most  of  them  to  have  been  by  nature,  or  by 
early  habits,  debarred  from  it.  Nothing  is  less  exhilarating  than 
the  ludicrousnessof  Dcnham.  He  does  not  fail  for  want  of  efforts  ; 
he  is  familiar,  he  is  gross ;  but  he  is  never  merry,  unless  the 
"  Speech  against  peace  in  the  close  Committee"  be  excepted. 
For  grave  burlesque,  however,  his  imitation  of  Davenant  shews 
him  to  have  been  well  qualified. 

Of  his  more  elevated  occasional  poems  there  is  perhaps  none 
that  does  not  deserve  commendation.  In  the  verses  to  Fletcher, 
we  have  an  image  that  has  since  been  often  adopted. 

"  But  whither  am  I  stray'd  ?  I  need  not  raise 

Trophies  to  thee  from  other  men's  dispraise  ; 

Nor  is  thy  fame  on  lesser  ruins  built, 

Nor  need  thy  juster  title  the  foul  guilt 

Of  eastern  kings,  who,  to  secure  their  reign, 

Must  have  their  brothers,  sons,  and  kindred  slain." 

After  Denham,  Orrery,  in  one  of  his  prologues, 

"  Poets  are  sultans,  if  they  had  their  will ; 
For  every  author  would  his  brother  kill." 

And  Pope, 

"  Should  such  a  man,  too  fond  to  rule  alone, 
Bear,  like  the  Turk,  no  brother  near  the  throne." 

But  this  is  not  the  best  of  his  little  pieces  ;  it  is  excelled  by 
his  poem  to  Fanshaw,  and  his  elegy  on  Cowley. 

His  praise  of  Fanshaw's  version  of  Guarini  contains  a  very 
sprightly  and  judicious  character  of  a  good  translator. 

"  That  servile  path  thou  nobly  dost  decline, 
Of  tracing  word  by  word,  and  line  by  line. 
Those  are  the  labour'd  births  of  slavish  brains, 
Not  the  effect  of  poetry,  but  pains  ; 
Cheap,  vulgar  arts,  whose  narrowness  affords 
No  flight  for  thoughts,  but  poorly  stick  at  words. 
A  new  and  nobler  way  thou  dost  pursue, 
To  make  translations  and  translators  too. 
They  but  preserve  the  ashes  ;  thou  the  flame, 
True  to  his  sense,  but  truer  to  his  lame." 


LIFE  OF  DENHAM. 

The  excellence  of  these  lines  is  greater,  as  the  truth  which 
they  contain  was  not  at  that  time  generally  known. 

His  poem  on  the  death  of  Cowley  was  his  last,  and,  among 
his  shorter  works,  his  best  performance  ;  the  numbers  are  mu- 
sical, and  the  thoughts  are  just. 

"  COOPER'S  HILL"  is  the  work  that  confers  upon  him  the 
rank  and  dignity  of  an  original  author.  He  seems  to  have  been, 
at  least  among  us,  the  author  of  a  species  of  composition  that 
may  be  denominated  local  fioetry,  of  which  the  fundamental  sub- 
ject is  some  particular  landscape,  to  be  poetically  described, 
with  the  addition  of  such  embellishments  as  may  be  supplied  by 
historical  retrospection  or  incidental  meditation. 

To  trace  a  new  scheme  of  poetry  has  in  itself  a  very  high 
claim  to  praise,  and  its  praise  is  yet  more  when  it  is  apparently 
copied  by  Garth  and  Pope  ;*  after  whose  names  little  will  be 
gained  by  an  enumeration  of  smaller  poets,  that  have  left  scarce- 
ly a  corner  of  the  island  not  dignified  either  by  rhyme  or  blank 
verse. 

"  COOPER'S  HILL,"  if  it  be  maliciously  inspected,  will  not  be 
found  without  its  faults.  The  digressions  are  too  long,  the 
morality  too  frequent,  and  the  sentiments  sometimes  such  as 
will  not  bear  a  rigorous  inquiry. 

The  four  verses,  which,  since  Dryden  has  commended  them, 
almost  every  writer  for  a  century  past  has  imitated,  are  generally 
known. 

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

The  lines  are  in  themselves  not  perfect ;  for  most  of  the 
words,  thus  artfully  opposed,  are  to  be  understood  simply  on  one 
side  of  the  comparison,  and  metaphorically  on  the  other ;  and  if 
there  be  any  language  which  does  not  express  intellectual  opera- 
tions by  material  images,  into  that  language  they  cannot  be 
translated.  But  so  much  meaning  is  comprised  in  so  few 
words  ;  the  particulars  of  resemblance  are  so  perspicaciously 
collected,  and  every  mode  of  excellence  separated  from  its 

*  By  Garth,  in  his  "  Form  on  f'bremont;"  and  hr  Pope,  in  his  "  Win<) 
sor  Forest."     H. 


LIFE  OF  DENHAM. 

adjacent  fault  by  so  nice  a  line  of  limitation  ;  the  different  parts 
of  the  sentence  are  so  accurately  adjusted  ;  and  the  flow  of  the 
last  couplet  is  so  smooth  and  sweet  ;  that  the  passage,  however 
celebrated,  has  not  been  praised  above  its  merit.  It  has  beauty 
peculiar  to  itself,  and  must  be  numbered  among  those  felicities 
which  cannot  be  produced  at  -will  by  wit  and  labour,  but  mus 
arise  unexpectedly  in  some  hour  propitious  to  poetry. 

He  appears  to  have  been  one  of  the  first  that  understood  the 
necessity  of  emancipating  translation  from  the  drudgery  of  count- 
ing lines  and  interpreting  single  words.  How  much  this  ser- 
vile practice  obscured  the  clearest  and  deformed  the  most  beau- 
tiful parts  of  the  ancient  authors,  may  be  discovered  by  a  perusal 
of  our  earlier  versions  ;  some  of  them  the  works  of  men  well 
qualified,  not  only  by  critical  knowledge,  but  by  poetical  genius, 
who  yet,  by  a  mistaken  ambition  of  exactness,  degraded  at  once 
their  originals  and  themselves. 

Denham  saw  the  better  way,  but  has  not  pursued  it  with  great 
success.  His  versions  of  Virgil  are  not  pleasing  ;  but  they 
taught  Dryden  to  please  better.  His  poetical  imitation  of  Tully 
on  "  Old  Age"  has  neither  the  clearness  of  prose,  nor  the 
sprightliness  of  poetry. 

The  "  strength  of  Denham,"  which  Pope  so  emphatically 
mentions,  is  to  be  found  in  many  lines  and  couplets,  which  con- 
vey much  meaning  in  few  words,  and  exhibit  the  sentiment 
with  more  weight  than  bulk. 

On  the  Thames. 

"  Though  with  those  streams  he  no  resemblance  hold, 
Whose  foam  is  amber,  and  their  gravel  gold  ; 
His  genuine  and  less  guilty  wealth  t'  explore, 
Search  not  his  bottom,  but  survey  his  shore." 

On  Strafford. 

*•  His  wisdom  such,  at  once  it  did  appear 

Three  kingdoms  wonder,  and  three  kingdoms  fear. 

While  single  he  stood  forth,  and  seem'd,  although 

Each  had  an  army,  as  an  equal  foe. 

Such  was  his  force  of  eloquence,  to  make 

The  hearers  more  concern'd  than  he  that  spake ; 

Each  seem'd  to  act  that  part  lie  came  to  see, 

And  none  was  more  a  looker  on  than  he  ; 


LIFE  OF  DENHAM.  57 

So  did  he  move  our  passions,  some  were  known 
To  wish  for  the  defence,  the  crime  their  own. 
Now  private  pity  strove  Avith  public  hate, 
Reason  Avith  rage,  and  eloquence  with  fate.'* 

On  Cowley. 

"  To  him  no  author  was  unknown, 

Yet  what  he  wrote  was  all  his  own  ; 

Horace's  wit,  and  Virgil's  state, 

He  did  not  steal,  but  emulate  ! 

And,  when  he  would  like  them  appear, 

Their  garb,  but  not  their  clothes,  did  wear.'7 

As  one  of  Denham's  principal  claims  to  the  regard  of  posterity 
arises  from  his  improvement  of  our  numbers,  his  versification 
ought  to  be  considered.  It  will  afford  that  pleasure  which  arises 
from  the  observation  of  a  man  of  judgment,  naturally  right,  for- 
saking bad  copies  by  degrees,  and  advancing  toward  a  better 
practice,  as  he  gains  more  confidence  in  himself. 

In  his  translation  of  Virgil,  written  when  he  was  about  twenty 
one  years  old,  may  be  still  found  the  old  manner  of  continuing 
the  sense  ungracefully  from  verse  to  verse, 

"  Then  all  those 

Who  in  the  dark  our  fury  did  escape, 
Returning,  knoAv  our  borrow'd  arms,  and  shape. 
And  differing  dialect  ;  then  their  numbers  swell 
And  grow  upon  us  ;  first  Chorcebus  fell 
Before  Minerva's  altar  ;  next  did  bleed 
Just  Ripheus,  whom  no  Trojan  did  exceed 
In  virtue,  yet  the  gods  his  fate  decreed. 
Then  Hypanis  and  Dymas,  wounded  by 
Their  friends  ;  nor  thee,  Pantheus,  thy  piety, 
Nor  consecrated  mitre,  from  the  same 
111  fate  could  save  ;  my  country's  funeral  flame 
And  Troy's  cold  ashes  I  attest,  and  call 
To  witness  for  myself,  that  in  their  fall 
No  foes,  no  death,  nor  danger,  I  declin'd, 
Did,  and  descrv'd  no  less,  my  fate  to  find." 

From  this  kind  of  concatenated  metre  he  afterward  refrained; 
and  taught  his  followers  the  art  of  concluding  their  sense  in 
couplets  ;  which  has  perhaps  been  with  rather  too  much  con- 
stancy pursued. 

This  passage  exhibits  one  of  those  triplets  which  are  not  un- 
frequent  in  this  first  essay,  but  which  it  ft  to  be  supposed  his 


LIFE  OF  DENHAIM. 

maturer  judgment  disapproved,  since  in  his  latter  works  he  has 
totally  forborne  them. 

His  rhymes  are  such  as  seem  found  without  difficulty,  by  fol- 
lowing the  sense  ;  and  are  for  the  most  part  as  exact  at  least  as 
those  of  other  poets,  though  now  and  then  the  reader  is  shifted 
off  with  what  he  can  get. 

"  O  how  transformed  / 

How  much  unlike  that  Hector,  who  returned 
Clad  in  Achilles'  spoils  !" 

And  again, 

"  From  thence  a  thousand  lesser  poets  sprung, 
Like  petty  princes  from  the  iall  of  Rome" 

Sometimes  the  weight  of  rhyme  is  laid  upon  a  word  too  fee- 
ble to  sustain  it. 

"  Troy  confounded  falls 

From  all  her  glories  ;  if  it  might  have  stood 
By  any  power,  by  this  right  hand  it  shoiid. 
And  though  my  outward  state  misfortune  hath 
Deprest  thus  low,  it  cannot  reach  my  faith." 
Thus,  by  his  fraud  and  our  own  faith  o'ercome, 
A  feigned  tear  destroys  us,  against  -whom 
Tydides  nor  Achilles  could  prevail, 
Nor  ten  years  conflict,  nor  a  thousand  sail." 

He  is  not  very  careful  to  vary  the  ends  of  his  verses  ;  in  one 
passage  the  word  die  rhymes  three  couplets  in  six. 

Most  of  these  petty  faults  are  in  his  first  productions,  when 
he  was  less  skilful,  or  at  least  less  dexterous  in  the  use  of  words  ; 
and  though  they  had  been  more  frequent,  they  could  only  have 
lessened  the  grace,  not  the  strength  of  his  composition.  He  is 
one  of  the  writers  that  improved  our  taste,  and  advanced  our  lan- 
guage ;  and  whom  we  ought  therefore  to  read  with  gratitude* 
though,  having  done  much,  he  left  much  to  do. 


MILTON. 


A  HE  life  of  Milton  has  been  already  written  in  so  many  formss 
and  with  such  minute  inquiry,  that  I  might  perhaps  more  prop- 
erly have  contented  myself  with  the  addition  of  a  few  notes  to 
Mr.  Fenton's  elegant  abridgment,  but  that  a  new  narrative  was 
thought  necessary  to  the  uniformity  of  this  edition. 

JOHN  MILTON  was  by  birth  a  gentleman,  descended  from  the 
proprietors  of  Milton,  near  Thame  in  Oxfordshire,  one  of 
whom  forfeited  his  estate  in  the  times  of  York  and  Lancaster. 
Which  side  he  took  I  know  not ;  his  descendant  inherited  no 
veneration  for  the  white  rose. 

His  grandfather  John  was  keeper  of  the  forest  of  Shotover,  a 
zealous  papist,  who  disinherited  his  son,  because  he  had  forsaken 
the  religion  of  his  ancestors. 

His  father,  John,  who  was  the  son  disinherited,  had  recourse 
for  his  support  to  the  profession  of  a  scrivener.  He  was  a  man 
eminent  for  his  skill  in  music,  many  of  his  compositions  being 
still  to  be  found ;  and  his  reputation  in  his  profession  was  such, 
that  he  grew  rich,  and  retired  to  an  estate.  He  had  probably 
more  than  common  literature,  as  his  son  addresses  him  in  one  of 
his  most  elaborate  Latin  poems.  He  married  a  gentlewoman  of 
the  name  of  Caston,  a  Welsh  family,bywhom  he  had  two  sons,  John 
the  poet,  and  Christopher,  who  studied  the  law,  and  adhered,  as  the 
law  taught  him,  to  the  king's  party,  for  which  he  was  a  while 
persecuted,  but  having,  by  his  brother's  interest,  obtained  per- 
mission to  live  in  quiet,  he  supported  himself  so  honourably  by 
chamber  practice,  that  soon  after  the  accession  of  king  James,  he 
was  knighted  and  made  a  judge  ;  but,  his  constitution  being  too 
weak  for  business,  he  retired  before  any  disreputable  compliances 
•became  necessary. 

He  had  likewise  a  daughter  Anne,  whom  he  married  witli  a 
considerable  fortune  to  Edward  Philips,  who  came  from  Shrews- 

VOL.  i,  9 


60  L1FK  OF  MILTON. 

bury,  and  rose  in  the  crown  office  to  be  secondary  ;  by  him  she 
had  t\vo  sons,  John  and  Edward,  who  were  educated  by  the  poet, 
and  from  whom  is  derived  the  only  authentic  account  of  his 
domestic  manners. 

John,  the  poet,  was  born  in  his  father's  house,  at  the  Spread 
Eagle,  in  Bread  street,  Dec.  9,  1608,  between  six  and  seven  in 
the  morning;.  His  father  appears  to  have  been  very  solicitous 
about  his  education  ;  for  he  was  instructed  at  first  by  private 
tuition,  under  the  care  of  Thomas  Young,  who  was  afterward 
chaplain  to  the  English  merchants  at  Hamburgh,  and  of  whom 
we  have  reason  to  think  well,  since  his  scholar  considered  him 
as  worthy  of  an  epistolary  elegy. 

He  was  then  sent  to  St,  Paul's  school,  under  the  care  of  Mr. 
Gill  ;  and  removed,  in  the  beginning  of  his  sixteenth  year,  to 
Christ's  college  in  Cambridge,  where  he  entered  a  sizer,*  Feb. 
12,  1624. 

He  was  at  this  time  eminently  skilled  in  the  Latin  tongue  ;  and 
he  himself,  by  annexing  the  dates  to  his  first  compositions,  a 
boast  of  which  the  learned  Politian  had  given  him,  an  example, 
seems  to  commend  the  earliness  of  his  own  proficiency  to  the 
notice  of  posterity.  But  the  products  of  his  vernal  fertility  have 
been  surpassed  by  many,  and  particularly  by  his  contemporary 
Cowley.  Of  the  powers  of  the  mind  it  is  difficult  to  form  an 
estimate  ;  many  have  excelled  Milton  in  their  first  essays,  who 
never  rose  to  works  like  Paradise  Lost. 

At  fifteen,  a  date  which  he  uses  till  he  is  sixteen,  he  trans- 
lated or  versified  two  Psalms,  114  and  136,  which  he  thought 
worthy  of  the  public  eye  ;  but  they  raise  no  great  expectations  ; 
they  would  in  any  numerous  school  have  obtained  praise,  but  not 
excited  wonder. 

Many  of  his  elegies  appear  to  have  been  written  in  his  eigh- 
teenth year,  by  which  it  appears  that  he  had  then  read  the  Ro- 
man authors  with  very  nice  discernment.  I  once  heard  Mr. 

*  In  tins  assertion  Dr.  Johnson  was  mistaken.  ]Milton  \vas  admitted  a  pen- 
:-.ioner,  ami  not  a  aizer,  aa  will  appear  by  the  following  extract  from  the 
college  register;  "  Johannes  Milton  Lomlinensis,  iilius  Johannis,  institutus 
luit  in  literarum  dementis  sub  Mag'ro  Gill  Gymnasii  Paulini,  prsefccto  ; 
admissus  est  Pensionarius  Minor  Feb.  12,  1624,  sub  M'ro  Chappell,  sol- 
vitq.  pro  Ingr.  01.  10s.  OJ."  li. 


LIFE  OF  MILTON. 

Hampton,  the  translator  of  Polybius,  remark,  what  I  think  is 
true,  that  Milton  was  the  first  Englishman  who,  after  the  revival 
of  letters,  wrote  Latin  verses  with  classic  elegance.  If  any 
exceptions  can  be  made,  they  are  very  few  ;  Haddon  and  As- 
cham,  the  pride  of  Elizabeth's  reign,  however  they  may  have 
succeeded  in  prose,  no  sooner  attempt  verses  than  they  provoke 
derision.  If  we  produced  any  thing  worthy  of  notice  before 
the  elegies  of  Milton,  it  \vas  perhaps  Alabaster's  Roxana.* 

Of  the  exercises  which  the  rules  of  the  university  required, 
some  were  published  by  him  in  his  maturer  years.  They  had 
been  undoubtedly  applauded,  for  they  were  such  as  few  can 
perform  ;  yet  there  is  reason  to  suspect  that  he  was  regarded 
in  his  college  with  no  great  fondness.  That  he  obtained  no  fel- 
lowship is  certain  ;  but  the  unkindness  with  which  he  was 
treated  was  not  merely  negative.  I  am  ashamed  to  relate  what 
I  fear  is  true,  that  Milton  was  one  of  the  last  students  in  either 
university  that  suffered  the  public  indignity  of  corporal  cor- 
rection. 

It  was,  in  the  violence  of  controversial  hostility,  objected  to 
him  that  he  was  expelled  ;  this  he  steadily  denies,  and  it  was 
apparently  not  true  ;  but  it  seems  plain,  from  his  own  verses  to 
Diodati,  that  he  had  incurred  rustication,  a  temporary  dismission 
into  the  country,  with  perhaps  the  loss  of  a  term. 

Me  tenet  urbs  i*eflua  quam  Thamesis  alluit  unda, 

Meque  nee  invitum  pati-ia  dulcis  habet. 
Jam  nee  arundiferum  niihi  cura  revisere  Camum, 

Nee  dudum  vetiti  me  laris  angit  amor. 
Nee  duri  libet  usque  minas  perferre  magistri, 

Cceteraque  ingenio  non  subeunda  meo. 
Si  sit  hoc  exilium  patrias  adiisse  penates, 

Et  vacuum  curis  otia  grata  sequi, 
Non  ego  \e\profngi  nomen  sortemve  recuso, 

Ltetus  et  exilii  conditione  fruor. 

I  cannot  find  any  meaning  but  this,  which  even  kindness  and  rev- 
erence can  give  to  the  term  ~oe titi  laris,  "  a  habitation  from  which 
he  is  excluded  j"  or  how  exile  can  be  otherwise  interpreted. 
He  declares  yet  more,  that  he  is  weary  of  enduring  the  threats 
of  a  rigorous  waster,  and  something  else,  which  a  temper  like  his 

*  Published  1632.     R. 


62  LIFE  OF  MILTON. 

cannot  undergo.  What  was  more  than  threat  was  probably  pun- 
ishment. This  poem,  which  mentions  his  exile,  proves  likewise 
that  it  was  not  perpetual  ;  for  it  concludes  with  a  resolution  of 
returning  sometime  to  Cambridge.  And  it  may  be  conjectured, 
from  the  willingness  with  which  he  has  perpetuated  the  mem- 
ory of  his  exile,  that  its  cause  was  such  as  gave  him  no  shame. 

He  took  both  the  usual  degrees  ;  that  of  batchelor  in  1628, 
and  that  of  master  in  1632;  but  he  left  the  university  with  no 
kindness  for  its  institution,  alienated  either  by  the  injudicious 
severity  of  his  governors,  or  his  own  captious  perverseness. 
The  cause  cannot  now  be  known,  but  the  effect  appears  in  his  writ- 
ings. His  scheme  of  education,  inscribed  to  Hartlib,  supersedes 
all  academical  instruction,  being  intended  to  comprise  the  whole 
time  which  men  usually  spend  in  literature,  from  their  entrance 
upon  grammar,  till  they  proceed,  as  it  is  called,  masters  of  arts. 
And  in  his  discourse  on  the  likeliest  way  to  remove  hirelings  out 
of  the  church,  he  ingeniously  proposes,  that  the  profits  of  the  lands 
forfeited  by  the  act  for  superstitious  uses,  should  be  applied  to  such 
academies  all  over  the  land  where  languages  and  arts  may  be  taught 
together  ;  so  that  youth  may  be  at  once  brought  up  to  a  competen- 
cy of  learning  and  an  honest  trade,  by  which  means,  such  of  them 
as  had  the  gift,  being  enabled  to  support  themselves,  without  tithes^ 
by  the  latter,  may,  by  the  help  of  the  former,  become  worthy 
preachers. 

One  of  his  objections  to  academical  education,  as  it  was  then 
conducted,  is,  that  men  designed  for  orders  in  the  church  were 
permitted  to  act  plays,  writhing  and  unboning  their  clergy  limbs 
to  all  the  antic  and  dishonest  gestures  of  Trincalos,*  buffoons  and 
bawds,  prostituting  the  shame  of  that  ministry  which  they  had,  or 
were  near  having,  to  the  eyes  of  courtiers  and  court  ladies,  their 
grooms  and  mademoiselles. 

This  is  sufficiently  peevish  in  a  man  who,  when  he  mentions 
his  exile  from  the  college,  relates,  with  great  luxuriance,  the 

"  By  the  mention  of  this  name,  he  evidently  refers  to  Albemazor,  acted 
at  Cambridge  in  1G14.  Ignoramus  and  other  plays  were  performed  at  the 
same  time.  The  practice  was  ihen  very  frequent.  The  last  dramatic 
performance  at  cither  university  was  The  Grateful  Fair,  written  by  Chris- 
topher Smart,  and  represented  at  Pembroke  college,  Cambridge,  about 
1747.  R. 


LIFE  OF  MILTON.  6S 

compensation  which  the  pleasures  of  the  theatre  afford  him. 
Plays  were  therefore  only  criminal  when  they  were  acted  by 
academics. 

He  went  to  the  university  with  a  design  of  entering  into  the 
church,  but  in  time  altered  his  mind  ;  for  he  declared,  that  who- 
ever became  a  clergymen  must  u  subscribe  slave,  and  take  an 
oath  withal,  which,  unless  he  took  with  a  conscience  that  could 
retch,  he  must  straight  perjure  himself.  He  thought  it  bet- 
ter to  prefer  a  blameless  silence  before  the  office  of  speaking, 
bought  and  begun  with  servitude  and  forswearing." 

These  expressions  are,  I  find,  applied  to  the  subscription  of 
the  articles ;  but  it  seems  more  probable  that  they  relate  to 
canonical  obedience.  I  know  not  any  of  the  articles  which  seem 
to  thwart  his  opinions  ;  but  the  thoughts  of  obedience,  whether 
canonical  or  civil,  raised  his  indignation. 

His  unwillingness  to  engage  in  the  ministry,  perhaps  not  yet 
advanced  to  a  settled  resolution  of  declining  it,  appears  in  a  letter 
to  one  of  his  friends,  who  had  reproved  his  suspended  and  dilato- 
ry life,  which  he  seems  to  have  imputed  to  an  insatiable  curiosity, 
and  fantastic  luxury  of  various  knowledge.  To  this  he  writes  a 
cool  and  plausible  answer,  in  which  he  endeavours  to  persuade 
him,  that  the  delay  proceeds  not  from  the  delights  of  desultory 
study,  but  from  the  desire  of  obtaining  more  fitness  for  his  task ; 
and  that  he  goes  on,  not  taking  thought  of  being  late^  so  it  gives 
advantage  to  be  more  Jit. 

When  he  left  the  university,  he  returned  to  his  father,  then 
residing  at  Horton  in  Buckinghamshire,  with  whom  he  lived  five 
years  ;  in  which  time  he  is  said  to  have  read  all  the  Greek  and 
Latin  writers.  With  what  limitations  this  universality  is  to  be 
understood,  who  shall  inform  us  ? 

It  might  be  supposed,  that  he  who  read  so  much  should  have 
done  nothing  else  ;  but  Milton  found  time  to  write  the  masque 
of  Comus,  which  was  presented  at  Ludlow,  then  the  residence 
of  the  lord  president  of  Wales,  in  1634  ;  and  had  the  honour 
of  being  acted  by  the  earl  of  Bridgewater's  sons  and  daughter. 
The  fiction  is  derived  from  Homer's  Circe  ;*  but  we  never  can 
refuse  to  any  modem  the  liberty  of  borrowing  from  Homer. 

*  It  has,  nevertheless,  its  foundation  in  reality.  The  earl  of  Bridge-water 
being  president  of  Wales  in  the  year  1634,  had  his  residence  at  Lndlow 


LIFE  OF  MILTON. 

a  quo  ceu  fonte  perenni 

Y.ifum  Pieriis  ora  rigantur  aquis. 

His  next  production  was  Lycidus,  an  elegy,  written  in  1657,  on 
the  death  of  Mr.  King,  the  son  of  sir  John  King,  secretary  for 
Ireland  in  the  time  of  Elizabeth,  James,  and  Charles.  King 
was  much  a  favourite  at  Cambridge,  and  many  of  the  wits  join- 
ed to  do  honour  to  his  memory.  Milton's  acquaintance  with 
the  Italian  writers  may  be  discovered  by  a  mixture  of  longer  and 
shorter  verses,  according  to  the  rules  of  Tuscan  poetry,  and  his 
malignity  to  the  church,  by  some  lines  which  are  interpreted  as 
threatening  its  extermination. 

He  is  supposed  about  this  time  to  have  written  his  Arcades  ; 
for,  while  he  lived  at  Hoiton,  he  used  sometimes  to  steal  from 
his  studies  a  few  days,  which  he  spent  at  Harefield,  the  house  of 
the  countess  dowager  of  Derby,  where  the  Arcades  made 
part  of  a  dramatic  entertainment. 

He  began  now  to  grow  weary  of  the  country,  and  had  some  pur- 
pose of  taking  chambers  in  the  inns  of  court,  when  the  death  of 
his  mother  set  him  at  liberty  to  travel,  for  which  he  obtained  his 
father's  consent,  and  sir  Henry  Wotton's  directions  ;  with  the 

cast.le  in  Shropshire,  at  which  time  lord  Brackly  and  Mr.  Egerton,  his  sons, 
and  lady  Alice  Egertou,  his  daughter,  passing  through  a  place  called  the  Hay- 
iv-ood  forest,  or  Haywood  in  Herefordshire,  were  benighted,  and  the  lady 
for  a  short  time  lost ;  this  accident  heing  related  to  their  father,  upon  their 
arrival  at  his  castle,  Milton,  at  there-quest  of  his  friend  Henry  Lawes,  who 
taught  music  in  the  family,  wrote  this  masque.  Lawes  set  it  to  music,  and 
it  was  acted  on  Michaelmas  night ;  the  two  hrothers,  the  young  lady,  and 
Lawes  himself,  bearing  each  a  part  in  the  representation. 

The  lady  Alice  Egerton  became  afterwards  the  wife  of  the  earl  of  Car- 
bury,  who,  at  his  seat  called  Golden  grove,  in  Caermarthenshire,  harboured 
Dr.  Jeremy  Taylor  in  the  time  of  the  usurpation.  Among  the  doctor's 
sermons  is  one  on  her  death,  in  which  her  character  is  finely  portrayed. 
Her  sister,  lady  Mary,  was  given  in  marriage  to  lord  Herbert  of  Cherbury. 

Notwithstanding  Dr.  Johnson's  assertion,  that  the  fiction  is  derived  from 
Homer's  Circe,  it  may  be  conjectured,  that  it  Mas  rather  taken  from  the 
r.imusof  Erycius  Puteanus,  in  which,  under  the  fiction  of  a  dream,  the 
•  •haracters  of  Conius  and  his  attendants  are  delineated,  and  the  delights  of 
•sensualists  exposed  and  reprobated.  This  little  tract  was  published  atLouvain 
m  1611,  and  afterward  at  Oxford  in  1634,  the  very  year  in  which  Milton's 
Comus  was  written.  II. 

Milton  evidently  was  indebted  to  the  Old  JJ'ires  Tale  of  George  Pci-1' 
for  the  plan  of  Comus.     R. 


LIFE  OF  MILTON.  65 

celebrated  precept  of  prudence,  i  fiensieri  stretti^  ed  il  -viso  sci- 
tlto  ;  "  thoughts  close,  and  looks  loose." 

In  1638  he  left  England,  and  went  first  to  Paris  ;  where,  by  the 
favour  of  lord  Scudamore,  he  had  the  opportunity  of  visiting  Gro- 
tius)  then  residing  at  the  French  court,  as  ambassador  from  Chris- 
tina of  Sweden.  From  Paris  he  hasted  into  Italy,  of  which  he  had 
with  particular  diligence  studied  the  language  and  literature ; 
and  though  he  seems  to  have  intended  a  very  quick  perambula- 
tion of  the  country,  staid  two  months  at  Florence  ;  where  he 
found  his  way  into  the  academies,  and  produced  his  compositions 
with  such  applause  as  appears  to  have  exalted  him  in  his  own 
opinion,  and  confirmed  him  in  the  hope,  that,  "  by  labour  and 
intense  study,  which,"  says  he,  "  I  take  to  be  my  portion  in  this 
life,  joined  with  a  strong  propensity  of  nature,"  he  might "  leave 
something  so  written  to  aftertimes,  as  they  should  not  willingly- 
let  it  die." 

It  appears  in  all  his  writings  that  he  had  the  usual  concomi- 
tant of  great  abilities,  a  lofty  and  steady  confidence  in  himself, 
perhaps  not  without  some  contempt  of  others  ;  for  scarcely  any 
man  ever  wrote  so  much,  and  praised  so  few.  Of  his  praise  he 
was  very  frugal  ;  as  he  set  its  value  high,  and  considered  his 
mention  of  a  name  as  a  security  against  the  waste  of  time,  and  a 
certain  preservative  from  oblivion. 

At  Florence  he  could  not  indeed  complain  that  his  merit 
wanted  distinction.  Carlo  Dati  presented  him  with  an  encomi- 
astic inscription,  in  the  tumid  lapidary  style  ;  and  Francini  wrote 
him  an  ode,  of  which  the  first  stanza  is  only  empty  noise  ;  the 
rest  are  perhaps  too  diffuse  on  common  topics  ;  but  the  last  is 
natural  and  beautiful. 

From  Florence  he  went  to  Sienna,  and  from  Sienna  to  Rome, 
where  he  was  again  received  with  kindness  by  the  learned  and 
the  great.  Holstenius,  the  keeper  of  the  Vatican  library,  who 
had  resided  three  years  at  Oxford,  introduced  him  to  cardinal 
Barberini ;  and  he,  at  a  musical  entertainment,  waited  for  him 
at  the  door,  and  led  him  by  the  hand  into  the  assembly.  Here 
Selvaggi  praised  him  in  a  distich,  and  Salsilli  in  a  tetrastic  ; 
neither  of  them  of  much  value.  The  Italians  were  gainers  by 
this  literarv  commerce  ;  for  the  encomiums  with  which  Milton 


66  LIFE  OF  MILTON. 

repaid  Salsilli,  though  not  secure  against  a  stern  grammarian,  turn 
the  balance  indisputably  in  Milton's  favour. 

Of  these  Italian  testimonies,  poor  as  they  are,  he  was  proud 
enough  to  publish  them  before  his  poems  ;  though  he  says,  he 
connot  be  suspected  but  to  have  known  that  they  were  said  non 
tarn  de  se,  quam  sufira  se. 

At    Rome,  as  at  Florence,    he   staid  only  two   months ;    a 
time  indeed  sufficient,  if  he  desired  only  to  ramble  with  an  ex- 
plainer of  its  antiquities,  or  to  view  palaces  and  count  pictures  ; 
but  certainly  too  short  for  the  contemplation  of  learning,  policy, 
or  manners. 

From  Rome  he  passed  on  to  Naples,  in  company  of  a  hermit, 
a  companion  from  whom  little  could  be  expected  ;  yet  to  him 
Milton  owed  his  introduction  to  Manso  marquis  of  Villa,  who 
had  been  before  the  patron  of  Tasso.  Manso  was  enough  de- 
lighted with  his  accomplishments  to  honour  him  with  a  sorry 
distich,  in  which  he  commends  him  for  every  thing  but  his  re- 
ligion ;  and  Milton,  in  return,  addressed  him  in  a  Latin  poem, 
which  must  have  raised  an  high  opinion  of  English  elegance 
and  literature. 

His  purpose  was  now  to  have  visited  Sicily  and  Greece  ;  but, 
hearing  of  the  differences  between  the  king  and  parliament,  he 
thought  it  proper  to  hasten  home,  rather  than  pass  his  life  in  for- 
eign amusements  while  his  countrymen  were  contending  for 
their  rights.     He  therefore  came  back  to   Rome,  though  the 
merchants  informed  him  of  plots  laid  against  him  by  the  Jesuits, 
for  the  liberty  of  his  conversations  on  religion.     He  had  sense 
enough  to  judge  that  there  was  no  danger,  and  therefore  kept  or 
his  way,  and  acted  as  before,  neither  obtruding  nor  shunning 
controversy.     He   had  perhaps  given   some  offence  by  visiting- 
'Galileo,  then  a  prisoner  in  the  inquisition  for  philosophical  here- 
sy ;  and  at  Naples  he  was  told  by  Manso,  that,  by  his  declarations 
on  religious  questions,  he  had  excluded  himself  from  some  dis- 
tinctions which  he  should  otherwise  have  paid  him.     But  such 
conduct,  though  it  did  not  please,  was  yet  sufficiently  safe  ;  and 
Milton  staid  two  months  more  at  Rome,  and  went  on  to  Florence 
without  molestation. 

From  Florence  he  visited  Lucca.     He  afterward  went  to  Ven- 
ice ;    and  having  sent  away  a  collection  of  music  and  other 


LIFE  OF  MILTON. 

books,  travelled  to  Geneva,  which  he  probably  considered  as  the 
metropolis  of  orthodoxy. 

Here  he  reposed,  as  in  a  congenial  element,  and  became  ac- 
quainted with  John  Diodati  and  Frederic  Spanheim,  two  learned 
professors  of  divinity.  From  Geneva  he  passed  through  France ; 
and  came  home,  after  an  absence  of  a  year  and  three  months. 

At  his  return  he  heard  of  the  death  of  his  friend  Charles  Dio- 
dati ;  a  man  whom  it  is  reasonable  to  suppose  of  great  merit, 
since  he  was  thought  by  Milton  worthy  of  a  poem,  entitled  Epi- 
taphium  Damonis,  written  with  the  common  but  childish  imitation 
of  pastoral  life. 

He  now  hired  a  lodging  at  the  house  of  one  Russel,  a  taylor  in 
St.  Bride's  churchyard,  and  undertook  the  education  of  John  and 
Edward  Philips,  his  sister's  sons.  Finding  his  rooms  too  little, 
he  took  a  house  and  garden  in  Aldersgate  street,*  which  was  not 
then  so  much  out  of  the  world  as  it  is  now ;  and  chose  his  dwell- 
ing at  the  upper  end  of  a  passage,  that  he  might  avoid  the  noise 
of  the  street.  Here  he  received  more  boys  to  be  boarded  and 
instructed. 

Let  not  our  veneration  for  Milton  forbid  us  to  look  with  some  de- 
gree of  merriment  on  great  promises  and  small  performance,  on 
the  man  who  hastens  home,  because  his  countrymen  are  contend- 
ing for  their  liberty,  and,  when  he  reaches  the  scene  of  action,  va- 
pours away  his  patriotism  in  a  private  boarding  school.  This  is 
the  period  of  his  life  from  which  all  his  biographers  seem  inclined 
to  shrink.  They  are  unwilling  that  Milton  should  be  degraded  to  a 
schoolmaster  ;  but,  since  it  cannot  be  denied  that  he  taught  boys, 
one  finds  out  that  he  taught  for  nothing,  and  another  that  his  mo- 
tive was  only  zeal  for  the  propagation  of  learning  and  virtue  ;  and 
all  tell  what  they  do  not  know  to  be  true,  only  to  excuse  an  act 

This  is  inaccurately  expressed.  Philips,  and  Dr.  Newton  after  him,  say 
a  garden  house,  i.  e.  a  house  situated  in  a  garden,  and  of  which  there  were, 
especially  in  the  north  suburbs  of  London,  very  many,  if  not  few  else.  The 
term  is  technical,  and  frequently  occurs  in  the  Athen.  and  Fast.  Oxon.  The 
meaning  thereof  may  be  collected  from  the  article  Thomas  Farnaby,  the 
famous  schoolmaster,  of  whom  the  author  says,  that  he  taught  in  Goldsmith's 
rents,  in  Cripplegate  parish,  behind  Redcross  street,  where  were  large  gar- 
dens and  handsome  houses.  Milton's  house  in  Jewin  street  was  also  a  gar- 
den house,  as  were  indeed  most  of  his  dwellings  after  his  settlement  in  Lon- 
don. H. 

VOL.    I.  JO 


LIFE  Oi    MILTON 

which  no  wise  man  will  consider  as  in  itself  disgraceful.  His  fa- 
ther was  alive  ;  his  allowance  was  not  ample  ;  and  he  supplied  its 
deficiencies  by  an  honest  and  useful  employment. 

It  is  told,  that  in  the  art  of  education  he  performed  wonders  ; 
and  a  formidable  list  is  given  of  the  authors,  Greek  and  Latin, 
that  were  read  in  Aldersgate  street,  by  youth  between  ten  and  fif- 
teen or  sixteen  years  of  age.  Those  who  tell  or  receive  these 
stories  should  consider,  that  nobody  can  be  taught  faster  than  he 
can  learn.  The  speed  of  the  horseman  must  be  limited  by  the 
power  of  his  horse.  Every  man  that  has  ever  undertaken  to  in- 
struct others,  can  tell  what  slow  advances  he  has  been  able  to 
make,  and  how  much  patience  it  requires  to  recal  vagrant  inat- 
tention, to  stimulate  sluggish  indifference,  and  to  rectify  absurd 
misapprehension. 

The  purpose  of  Milton,  as  it  seems,  was  to  teach  something 
more  solid  than  the  common  literature  of  schools,  by  reading 
those  authors  that  treat  of  physical  subjects  ;  such  as  the  Geor- 
gic,  and  astronomical  treatises  of  the  ancients.  This  was  a  scheme 
of  improvement  which  seems  to  have  busied  many  literary  pro- 
jectors of  that  age.  Cowley,  who  had  more  means  than  Milton 
of  knowing  what  was  wanting  to  the  embellishments  of  life,  form- 
ed the  same  plan  of  education  in  his  imaginary  college. 

But  the  truth  is,  that  the  knowledge  of  external  nature,  and  the 
sciences  which  that  knowledge  requires  or  includes,  are  not  the 
great  or  the  frequent  business  of  the  human  mind.  Whether 
we  provide  for  action  or  conversation,  whether  we  wish  to  be 
useful  or  pleasing,  the  first  requisite  is  the  religious  and  moral 
knowledge  of  right  and  wrong  ;  the  next  is  an  acquaintance  with 
the  history  of  mankind,  and  with  those  examples  which  may  be 
said  to  embody  truth,  and  prove  by  events  the  reasonableness  of 
opinions.  Prudence  and  justice  are  virtues  and  excellencies  of 
all  times  and  of  all  places  ;  we  are  perpetually  moralists,  but  we 
are  geometricians  only  by  chance.  Our  intercourse  with  intellec- 
tual nature  is  necessary ;  our  speculations  upon  mutter  are  vol- 
untary, and  at  leisure.  Physiological  learning  is  of  such  rare 
emergence,  that  one  man  may  know  another  half  his  life,  without 
being  able  to  estimate  his  skill  in  hydrostatics  or  astronomy  ;  but 
his  moral  and  prudential  character  immediately  appears. 


LIFE  OF  MILTON. 

Those  authors  therefore,  are  to  be  read  at  schools  that  supply 
most  axioms  of  prudence,  most  principles  of  moral  truth,  and 
most  materials  for  conversation  ;  and  these  purposes  are  best 
served  by  poets,  orators,  and  historians. 

Let  me  not  be  censured  for  this  digression  as  pedantic  or  par- 
adoxical ;  for  if  I  have  Milton  against  me,  I  have  Socrates  on 
my  side.  It  was  his  labour  to  turn  philosophy  from  the  study  of 
nature  to  speculations  upon  life;  but  the  innovators  whom  I  oppose 
are  turning  off  attention  from  life  to  nature.  They  seem  to  think 
that  we  are  placed  here  to  watch  the  growth  of  plants,  or  the 
motions  of  the  stars.  Socrates  was  rather  of  opinion,  that  what 
we  had  to  learn  was,  how  to  do  good,  and  avoid  evil. 

OT?/  TGI  \v  juayaipoia-t  kotKOP1?'  *ytt.Qoiftt  TtTvula-t. 

Of  institutions  we  may  judge  by  their  effects.  From  this 
wonder  working  academy,  I  do  not  know  that  there  ever  pro- 
ceeded any  man  very  eminent  for  knowledge  ;  its  only  genuine 
product,  I  believe,  is  a  small  history  of  poetry,  written  in  Latin 
by  his  nephew  Philips,  of  which  perhaps  none  of  my  readers  has 
ever  heard.* 

That  in  his  school,  as  in  every  thing  else  which  he  undertook, 
he  laboured  with  great  diligence,  there  is  no  reason  for  doubting. 
One  part  of  his  method  deserves  general  imitation.  He  was 
careful  to  instruct  his  scholars  in  religion.  Every  Sunday  was 
spent  upon  theology  ;  of  which  he  dictated  a  short  system,  gath- 
ered from  the  writers  that  were  then  fashionable  in  the  Dutch 
universities. 

He  set  his  pupils  an  example  of  hard  study  and  spare  diet ; 
only  now  and  then  he  allowed  himself  to  pass  a  day  of  festivity 
and  indulgence  with  some  gay  gentlemen  of  Gray's  inn. 

He  now  began  to  engage  in  the  controversies  of  the  times,  and 
lent  his  breath  to  blow  the  flames  of  contention.  In  1641,  he 
published  a  treatise  of  Reformation,  in  two  books,  against  the 
established  church  ;  being  willing  to  help  the  puritans,  who  were, 
he  says,  inferior  to  the  prelates  in  learning, 

*  "  We  may  be  sure  at  least  that  Dr.  Johnson  had  never  seen  the  hook 
he  speaks  of;  for  it  is  entirely  composed  in  English,  though  its  title  begins 
with  two  latin  words,  '  Theatrurn  Poetarum ;  or,  a  complete  collection  of 
the  Poets,  &c.'  a  circumstance  that  probably  misled  the  biographer  of  Mil* 
toiu"  European  Magazine,  June  1787,  p.  388.  R. 


70 


LIFE  OF  MILTON. 


Hall,  bishop  of  Norwich,  had  published  an  Humble  Remon- 
strance, in  defence  of  episcopacy  ;  to  which,  in  1641,  five  minis- 
ters,* of  whose  names  the  first  letters  made  the  celebrated  word 
Smecfymnuus,  gave  their  answer.  Of  this  answer  a  confutation 
•was  attempted  by  the  learned  Usher;  and  to  the  confutation 
Milton  published  a  reply,  entitled,  Of  Prdalical  Episcopacy,  and 
whether  it  may  be  deduced  from  the  apostolical  times,  by  -virtue  of 
those  testimonies  which  are  alleged  to  that  purpose  in  some  late 
treatises,  one  whereof  goes  under  the  name  of  James,  lord  bishop, 
of  Armagh. 

I  have  transcribed  this  title  to  shew,  by  his  contemptuous 
mention  of  Usher,  that  he  had  now  adopted  the  puritanical  sav- 
ageness  of  manners.  His  next  work  was,  The  reason  of  church 
government  urged  against  prelacy,  by  Mr.  John  Milton,  1642. 
In  this  book  lie  discovers,  not  with  ostentatious  exultation,  but 
with  calm  confidence,  his  high  opinion  of  his  own  powers  ;  and 
promises  to  undertake  something,  he  yet  knows  not  what,  that 
may  be  of  use  and  honour  to  his  country.  "  This,"  says  he,  "  is 
not  to  be  obtained  but  by  devout  prayer  to  that  eternal  Spirit  that 
can  enrich  with  all  utterance  and  knowledge,  and  sends  out  his 
seraphim,  with  the  hallowed  fire  of  his  altar,  to  touch  and  purify 
the  lips  of  whom  he  pleases.  To  this  must  be  added,  industrious 
and  select  reading,  steady  observation,  and  insight  into  all  seemly 
and  generous  arts  and  affairs ;  till  which  in  some  measure  be 
compassed,  I  refuse  not  to  sustain  this  expectation."  From  a 
promise  like  this,  at  once  fervid,  pious,  and  rational,  might  be 
expected  the  Paradise  Lost. 

He  published  the  same  year  two  more  pamphlets,  upon  the 
same  question.  To  one  of  his  antagonists,  who  affirms  that  he- 
was  -vomited  out  of  the  university,  he  answers  in  general  terms  ; 
"  The  fellows  of  the  college  wherein  I  spent  some  years,  at  riiy 
parting,  after  I  had  taken  two  degrees,  as  the  manner  is,  signified 
many  times  how  much  better  it  would  content  them  that  I  shoul!d 
stay.  As  for  the  common  approbation  or  dislike  of  that  place,  a's 
now  it  is,  that  I  should  esteem  or  disesteem  myself  the  more  for 
that,  too  simple  is  the  answerer,  if  he  think  to  obtain  with  me. 
Of  small  practice  were  the  physician  who  could  not  judge,  by 

*  Stephen  Marshall,  Edmund  Calamy,  Thomas  Young,  Matthew  !N  ew- 
comen,  William  Spursttw.    R. 


LIFE  OF  MILTON.  71 

what  she  and  her  sister  have  of  long  time  vomited,  that  the 
worser  stuff  she  strongly  keeps  in  her  stomach,  but  the  better 
she  is  ever  kecking  at,  and  is  queasy  ;  she  vomits  now  out  of 
sickness ;  but  before  it  be  well  with  her,  she  must  vomit  by 
strong  physic.  The  university,  in  the  time  of  her  better  health, 
and  my  younger  judgment,  I  never  greatly  admired,  but  now 
much  less." 

This  is  surely  the  language  of  a  man  who  thinks  that  he  has 
been  injured.  He  proceeds  to  describe  the  course  of  his  conduct, 
and  the  train  of  his  thoughts;  and,  because  he  has  been  suspected 
of  incontinence,  gives  an  account  of  his  own  purity  ;  "  that  if  I 
be  justly  charged,"  says  he,  "  with  this  crime,  it  may  come  upon 
me  with  tenfold  shame." 

The  style  of  his  piece  is  rough,  and  such  perhaps  was  that  of 
his  antagonist.  This  roughness  he  justifies,  by  great  examples, 
in  a  long  digression.  Sometimes  he  tries  to  be  humorous ;  "lest 
I  should  take  him  for  some  chaplain  in  hand,  some  squire  of  the 
body  to  his  prelate,  one  who  serves  not  at  the  altar  only,  but  at 
the  court  cupboard,  he  will  bestow  on  us  a  pretty  model  of  him- 
self; and  sets  me  out  half  a  dozen  pthisical  mottos,  wherever  he 
had  them,  hopping  short  in  the  measure  of  convulsion  fits  ;  in 
which  labour  the  agony  of  his  wit  having  escaped  narrowly,  instead 
of  well  sized  periods,  he  greets  us  with  a  quantity  of  thumbring 
posies.  And  thus  ends  this  section,  or  rather  dissection  of  him- 
self." Such  is  the  controversial  merriment  of  Milton  ;  his 
gloomy  seriousness  is  yet  more  offensive.  Such  is  his  malignity, 
that  hell  grows  darker  at  his  frown. 

His  father,  after  Reading  was  taken  by  Essexy  came  to  reside 
in  his  house  ;  and  his  school  increased.  At  Whitsuntide,  in  his 
thirty  fifth  year,  he  married  Mary,  the  daughter  of  Mr.  Powel, 
a  justice  of  the  peace  in  Oxfordshire.  He  brought  her  to  town 
with  him,  and  expected  all  the  advantages  of  a  conjugal  life. 
The  lady,  however,  seems  not  much  to  have  delighted  in  the 
pleasures  of  spare  diet  and  hard  study ;  for,  as  Philips  relates, 
"  having  for  a  month  led  a  philosophical  life,  after  having  been 
used  at  home  to  a  great  house,  and  much  company  and  joviality, 
her  friends,  possibly  by  her  own  desire,  made  earnest  suit  to  have 
her  company  the  ^remaining  part  of  the  summer  ;  which  was 
granted,  upon  a  promise  of  her  return  at  Michaelmas.' 


LIFE  OF  MTLTON. 

Milton  was  too  busy  to  much  miss  his  wife  ;  he  pursued  his 
studies  ;  and  now  and  then  visited  the  lady  Margaret  JLeighj 
whom  he  has  mentioned  in  one  of  his  sonnets.  At  last  Michael- 
mas arrived ;  but  the  lady  had  no  inclination  to  return  to  the 
sullen  gloom  of  her  husband's  habitation,  and  therefore  very 
willingly  forgot  her  promise.  He  sent  her  a  letter,  but  had  no 
answer;  he  sent  more  with  the  same  success.  It  could  be 
alleged  that  letters  miscarry  ;  he  therefore  despatched  a  mes- 
senger, being  by  this  time  too  angry  to  go  himself.  His  messen- 
ger was  sent  back  with  some  contempt.  The  family  of  the  lady 
were  cavaliers. 

In  a  man  whose  opinion  of  his  own  merit  was  like  Milton's, 
less  provocation  than  this  might  have  raised  violent  resentment. 
Milton  soon  determined  to  repudiate  her  for  disobedience  ;  and, 
being  one  of  those  who  could  easily  find  arguments  to  justify 
inclination,  published,  hi  1644,  The  doctrine  and  discipline  of 
divorce  ;  which  was  followed  by  The  judgment  of  Martin  Bucer^ 
concerning  divorce;  and  the  next  year,  his  Tetrachordon,  Exposi- 
tions upon  the  four  chief  places  of  scripture^  which  treat  of  mar- 
riage. 

This  innovation  was  opposed,  as  might  be  expected,  by  the 
clergy,  who,  then  holding  their  famous  assembly  at  Westminster, 
procured  that  the  author  should  be  called  before  the  lords  ;  "  but 
that  house,"  says  Wood,  "  whether  approving  the  doctrine,  or 
not  favouring  his  accusers,  did  soon  dismiss  him." 

There  seems  not  to  have  been  much  written  against  him,  nor 
any  thing  by  any  writer  of  eminence.  The  antagonist  that 
appeared  is  styled  by  him  a  serving  man  turned  solicitor.  Hoivel, 
in  his  letters,  mentions  the  new  doctrine  with  contempt ;  and  it 
was,  I  suppose,  thought  more  worthy  of  derision  than  of  confuta- 
tion. He  complains  of  this  neglect  in  two  sonnets,  of  which  the 
first  is  contemptible,  and  the  second  not  excellent. 

From  this  time  it  is  observed,  that  he  became  an  enemy  to  the 
presbyterians,  whom  he  had  favoured  before.  He  that  changes 
his  party  by  his  humour,  is  not  more  virtuous  than  he  that  changes 
it  by  his  interest  ;  he  loves  himself  rather  than  truth. 

His  wife  and  her  relations  now  found  that  Milton  was  not  an 
unresisting  sufferer  of  injuries;  and  perceiving  that  he  had  begun 
to  put  his  doctrine  in  practice,  by  courting  a  young  woman  ©f 


LIFE  OF  MILTON, 

great  accomplishments,  the  daughter  of  one  doctor  Davis,  who 
was  however  not  ready  to  comply,  they  resolved  to  endeavour 
a  reunion.  He  went  sometimes  to  the  house  of  one  Blackborough, 
his  relation,  in  the  lane  of  St.  Martin's  le  Grand,  and  at  one  of 
his  usual  visits  was  surprised  to  see  his  wife  come  from  another 
room,  and  implore  forgiveness  on  her  knees.     He  resisted  her 
entreaties  for  a  while  ;  "  but  partly,"   says  Philips,   "  his  own 
generous  nature,  more  inclinable  to  reconciliation  than  to  perse- 
verance in  anger  or  revenge,  and  partly  the  strong  intercession 
of  friends  on  both  sides,  soon  brought  him  to  an  act  of  oblivion 
and  a  firm  league  of  peace."     It  were  injurious  to  omit,  that 
Milton  afterward  received  her  father  and  her  brothers  in  his  own 
house,  when  they  were  distressed,  with  other  royalists, 

He  published  about  the  same  time  his  Areopagitica^  a  speech  of 
Mr.  "John  Milton,  for  the  liberty  of  unlicensed  printing.     The 
danger  of  such  unbounded  liberty,  and  the  danger  of  bounding  it$ 
have  produced  a  problem  in  the  science  of  government,  which 
human  understanding  seems  hitherto  unable  to  solve.     If  noth^ 
ing  may  be  published  but  what  civil  authority  shall  have  previ- 
ously approved,  power  must  always  be  the  standard  of  truth  ;  if 
every  dreamer  of  innovations  may  propagate  his  projects,  there 
can  be  no  settlement ;  if  every  murmurer  at  government  may 
diffuse  discontent,  there  can   be  no  peace  ;  and  if  every  sceptic 
in  theology  may  teach  his  follies,  there  can  be  no  religion.     The 
remedy  against  these  evils  is  to  punish  the  authors ;  for  it  is  yet 
allowed  that  every   society   may  punish,  though  not   prevent, 
the  publication  of  opinions  which  that  society  shall  think  per- 
nicious ;  but  this  punishment,  though  it  may  crush  the  author, 
promotes  the  book  ;  and  it  seems  not  more  reasonable  to  leave 
the  right  of  printing  unrestrained  because  writers  may  be  after- 
ward censured,  than  it  would  be  to  sleep  with  doors  unbolted 
because  by  our  laws  we  can  hang  a  thief. 

But  whatever  were  his  engagements,  civil  or  domestic,  poetry 
was  never  long  out  of  his  thoughts. 

About  this  time,  1645,  a  collection  of  his  Latin  and  English 
poems  appeared,  in  which  the  Allegro  and  Penseroso,  with  some 
others,  were  first  published. 

He  had  taken  a  larger  house  in  Barbican  for  the  reception  of 
scholars  ;  but  the  numerous  relations  of  his  wife,  to  whom  he 
generously  granted  refuge  for  a  \vhile,.  occupied  his  rooms.  Tn 


-  LII'E  01'  MILTON". 

time,  however,  they  went  away ;  "  and  the  house  again,"  says 
Philips,  "  now  looked  like  a  house  of  the  muses  only,  though  the 
accession  of  scholars  was  not  great.  Possibly  his  having  pro- 
ceeded so  far  in  the  education  of  youth,  may  have  been  the  occa- 
sion of  his  adversaries  calling  hinv  pedagogue  and  schoolmaster  ; 
whereas  it  is  well  known  he  never  set  up  for  a  public  school, 
to  teach  all  the  young  fry  of  a  parish  ;  hut  only  was  willing  to 
impart  his  learning  and  knowledge  to  relations,  and  the  sons 
of  gentlemen  who  were  his  intimate  friends  ;  and  that  neither  his 
writings  nor  his  way  of  teaching  ever  savoured  in  the  least  of 
pedantry." 

Thus  laboriously  does  his  nephew  extenuate  what  cannot  be 
denied,  and  what  might  be  confessed  without  disgrace.  Milton 
was  not  a  man  who  could  become  mean  by  a  mean  employment. 
This,  however,  his  warmest  friends  seem  not  to  have  found ; 
they  therefore  shift  and  palliate,  lie  did  not  sell  literature  to 
all  comers  at  an  open  shop ;  he  was  a  chamber  milliner,  and 
measured  his  commodities  only  to  his  friends. 

Philips,  evidently  impatient  of  viewing  him  in  this  state  of 
degradation,  tells  us  that  it  was  not  long  continued  ;  and,  to  raise 
his  character  again,  has  a  mind  to  invest  him  with  military  splen- 
dour. "  He  is  much  mistaken,"  he  says,  "  if  there  was  not  about 
this  time  a  design  of  making  him  an  adjutant  general  in  sir  Wil- 
liam Waller's  army.  But  the  new  modelling  of  the  army  prov- 
ed an  obstruction  to  the  design."  An  event  cannot  be  set  at  a 
much  greater  distance,  than  by  having  been  only  designed,  about 
some  time,  if  a  man  be  not  much  mistaken.  Milton  shall  be  a  ped- 
agogue no  longer  ;  for  if  Philips  be  not  much  mistaken,  some- 
body at  some  time  designed  him  for  a  soldier. 

About  the  time  that  the  army  was  new  modelled,  1645,  he  re- 
moved to  a  smaller  house  in  Ilolborn,  which  opened  backward 
into  Lincoln's  inn  fields.  He  is  not  known  to  have  published  any 
thing  afterward  till  the  king's  death,  when,  finding  his  murderers 
condemned  by  the  presbyterians,  he  wrote  a  treatise  to  justify  it, 
and  to  comfiosc  the  minds  of  the  jteo/ilc. 

He  made  some  remarks  on  (lie  articles  of  peace  between  Ormond 
and  the  Irish  rebels.  While  he  contented  himself  to  write,  he  per- 
haps did  only  what  his  conscience  dictated  ;  and  if  he  did  not  very 
vigilantly  watch  the  influence  of  his  own  passions,  and  the  gradual 


LIFE  OF  MILTON.  75 

prevalence  of  opinions,  first  willingly  admitted  and  then  habitu- 
ally indulged  ;  if  objections,  by  being  overlooked,  were  forgotten, 
and  desire  superinduced  conviction  ;  he  yet  shared  only  the  com- 
mon weakness  of  mankind,  and  might  be  no  less  sincere  than 
his  opponents.  But  as  faction  seldom  leaves  a  man  honest,  how- 
ever it  might  find  him,  Milton  is  suspected  of  having  interpolat- 
ed the  book  called  Icon  Basilike,  which  the  council  of  state,  to 
whom  he  was  now  made  Latin  secretary,  employed  him  to  cen- 
sure, by  inserting  a  prayer  taken  from  Sidney's  Arcadia,  and  im- 
puting it  to  the  king  ;  whom  he  charges,  in  his  Iconoclastes,  with 
the  use  of  this  prayer,  as  with  a  heavy  crime,  in  the  indecent 
language  with  which  prosperity  had  emboldened  the  advocates 
for  rebellion  to  insult  all  that  is  venerable  or  great.  "  Who 
would  have  imagined  so  little  fear  in  him  of  the  true  allseeing 
Deity  ;  as,  immediately  before  his  death,  to  pop  into  the  hands 
of  the  grave  bishop  that  attended  him,  as  a  special  relic  of  his 
saintly  exercises,  a  prayer  stolen  word  for  word  from  the  mouth 
of  a  heathen  woman  praying  to  a  heathen  god  ?" 

The  papers  which  the  king  gave  to  Dr.  Juxon  on  the  scaffold, 
the  regicides  took  away,  so  that  they  were  at  least  the  publishers 
of  this  prayer  ;  and  Dr.  Birch,  who  had  examined  the  question 
with  great  care,  was  inclined  to  think  them  the  forgers.  The 
use  of  it  by  adaptation  was  innocent ;  and  they  who  could  so 
noisily  censure  it,  with  a  little  extension  of  their  malice,  could 
contrive  what  they  wanted  to  accuse. 

King  Charles  the  second,  being  now  sheltered  in  Holland, 
employed  Salmasius,  professor  of  polite  learning  at  Leyden,  to 
write  a  defence  of  his  father  and  of  monarchy  ;  and,  to  excite  his 
industry,  gave  him  as  was  reported,  a  hundred  jacobuses.  Sal- 
masius was  a  man  of  skill  in  languages,  knowledge  of  antiquity, 
and  sagacity  of  emendatory  criticism,  almost  exceeding  all  hope 
of  human  attainment ;  and  having,  by  excessive  praises,  been 
confirmed  in  great  confidence  of  himself,  though  he  probably  had 
not  much  considered  the  principles  of  society,  or  the  rights  of 
government,  undertook  the  employment  without  distrust  of  his 
own  qualifications  ;  and,  as  his  expedition  in  writing  was  wonder- 
ful, in  1649  published  Defensio  Regis. 

To  this  Milton  was  required  to  write  a  sufficient  answer  ; 
which  he  performed,  1651,  in  such  a  manner,  that  Hobbes 

VOL.  i.  11 


LIFE  OF  MILTON. 

declared  himself  unable  to  decide  whose  language  was  best,  or 
whose  arguments  were  worst.     In  my  opinion,  Milton's  periods 
arc  smoother,  neater,  and  more  pointed  ;  but  he  delights  himself 
with  teasing  his  adversary  as  much  as  with  confuting  him.     He 
makes  a  foolish  allusion  of  Salmasius,  whose  doctrine  he  considers 
as  servile  and  unmanly,   to  the  stream  of  Salmacis^  which  who- 
ever entered,  left  half  his  virility  behind  him.     Salmasius  was  a 
Frenchman,  and  was  unhappily  married  to  a  scold.     Tu  es  Callus, 
says  Milton,  el,  ut  aiunt,  nimium  galtinaccus.      But  his  supreme 
pleasure  is  to  tax  his  adversary,  so  renowned  for  criticism,  with 
vicious  Latin.    He  opens  his  book  with  telling  that  he  has  used 
Persona,  which,  according  to  Milton,  signifies  only  a  mask,  in  a 
sense  not  known  to  the  Romans,  by  applying  it  as  we  apply  per- 
son.    But  as  Nemesis  is  always  on  the  watch,  it  is  memorable 
that  he  has  enforced  the  charge  of  a  solecism  by  an  expression 
in  itself  grossly  solecistical,  when  for  one  of  those  supposed  blun- 
ders, he  says,  as  Ker,  and  I  think  some  one  before  him,  has  re- 
marked, firo/iino  te  grammatistis  tuis  vapulandum.     From  -vafiuloy 
which  has  a  passive  sense,  vafiulandus  can  never  be  derived.     No 
man  forgets  his  original  trade  ;  the  rights  of   nations,  and  of 
kings,  sink  into  questions  of  grammar,  if  grammarians  discuss 
them. 

Milton,  when  he  undertook  this  answer,  was  weak  of  body  and 
dim  of  sight ;  but  his  will  was  forward,  and  what  was  wanting  of 
health  was  supplied  by  zeal.  He  was  rewarded  with  a  thousand 
pounds,  and  his  book  was  much  read  ;  for  paradox,  recommended 
by  spirit  and  elegance,  easily  gains  attention  ;  and  he,  who  told 
every  man  that  he  was  equal  to  his  king,  could  hardly  want  an 
audience. 

That  the  performance  of  Salmasius  was  not  dispersed  with 
equal  rapidity,  or  read  with  equal  eagerness,  is  very  credible. 
He  taught  only  the  stale  doctrine  of  authority,  and  the  unpleasing 
duty  of  submission  ;  and  he  had  been  so  long  not  only  the  mon- 
arch but  the  tyrant  of  literature,  that  almost  all  mankind  were 
delighted  to  find  him  defied  and  insulted  by  a  new  name,  not  yet 
considered  as  any  one's  rival.  If  Christina,  as  is  said,  commend- 
ed the  Defence  of  the  peo/ile,  her  purpose  must  be  to  torment 
Salmasius,  who  was  then  at  her  court ;  for  neither  her  civil  station^ 
nor  her  natural  character,  could  dispose  her  to  favour  the  doc- 
trine, who  was  by  birth  a  queen,  and  by  temper  despotic. 


LIFE  OF  MILTOX.  77 

That  Salmasius  was,  from  the  appearance  of  Milton's  book, 
treated  with  neglect,  there  is  not  much  proof;  but  to  a  man  so 
long  accustomed  to  admiration,  a  little  praise  of  his  antagonist 
would  be  sufficiently  offensive,  and  might  incline  him  to  leave 
Sweden,  from  which,  however,  he  was  dismissed,  not  with  any 
mark  of  contempt,  but  with  a  train  of  attendance  scarce  less 
than  regal. 

He  prepared  a  reply,  which,  left  as  it  was,  imperfect,  was  pub- 
lished by  his  son  in  the  year  of  the  restoration.  In  the  beginning^ 
being  probably  most  in  pain  for  his  latinity,  he  endeavours  to 
defend  his  use  of  the  word  fiersona  ;  but  if  I  remember  right,  he 
misses  a  better  authority  than  any  that  he  has  found,  that  of  Ju- 
venal in  his  fourth  satire. 

Quid  agis,  cum  dira  &c  fcedior  omni 
Crimine  person  a  est  ? 

As  Salmasius  reproached  Milton  with  losing  his  eyes  in  the 
quarrel,  Milton  delighted  himself  with  the  belief  that  he  had 
shortened  Salmasius's  life,  and  both  perhaps  with  more  malig- 
nity than  reason.  Salmasius  died  at  the  Spa,  Sept.  3,  1653  ;  and, 
as  controvertists  are  commonly  said  to  be  killed  by  their  last  dis- 
pute, Milton  was  flattered  with  the  credit  of  destroying  him. 

Cromwell  had  now  dismissed  the  parliament  by  the  authority  of 
which  he  had  destroyed  monarchy,  and  commenced  monarch 
himself,  under  the  title  of  protector,  but  with  kingly  and  more 
than  kingly  power.  That  his  authority  was  lawful,  never  was 
pretended  ;  he  himself  founded  his  right  only  in  necessity ;  but 
Milton,  having  now  tasted  the  honey  of  public  employment, 
would  not  return  to  hunger  and  philosophy,  but  continuing  to  ex- 
ercise his  office  under  a  manifest  usurpation,  betrayed  to  his  pow- 
er that  liberty  which  he  had  defended.  Nothing  can  be  more 
just  than  that  rebellion  should  end  in  slavery  ;  that  he,  who  had 
justified  the  murder  of  his  king,  for  some  acts  which  to  him 
seemed  unlawful,  should  now  sell  his  services,  and  his  flatteries,  to 
a  tyrant,  of  whom  it  was  evident  that  he  could  do  nothing  lawful. 

He  had  now  been  blind  for  some  years  ;  but  his  vigour  of  intel- 
lect was  such,  that  he  was  not  disabled  to  discharge  his  office  of 
Latin  secretary,  or  continue  his  controversies.  His  mind  was  too 
eager  to  be  diverted,  and  too  strong  to  be  subdued. 

About  this  time  his  first  wife  died  in  childbed,  having  left 
him  three  daughters  As  he  probably  did  not  much  love,  he 


78  LIFE  OF  MILTON. 

did  not  long  continue  the  appearance  of  lamenting  her;  but 
after  a  short  time  married  Catharine,  the  daughter  of  one  cap- 
tain Woodcock  of  Hackney  ;  a  woman  doubtless  educated  in 
opinions  like  his  own.  She  died,  within  a  year,  of  childbirth,  or 
some  distemper  that  followed  it ;  and  her  husband  has  honoured 
her  memory  Avith  a  poor  sonnet. 

The  first  reply  to  Milton's  Dc/cnvo  Pofmli  was  published  in 
1651,  called  ^fiologia  pro  Rege  &  Pojiulo  Anglicano,  contra  Jo- 
hannis  Polyjiragmatici,  alias  Miltoni,  defensionem  destructivam 
Regis  &  Pofiuli.  Of  this  the  author  was  not  known  ;  but  Mil- 
ton, and  his  nephew  Philips,  under  whose  name  he  published 
an  answer  so  much  corrected  by  him  that  it  might  be  called  his 
own,  imputed  it  to  Bramhal  ;  and,  knowing  him  no  friend  to 
regicides,  thought  themselves  at  liberty  to  treat  him  as  if  they 
had  known  what  they  only  suspected. 

Next  year  appeared  Regii  Sanguinis  clamor  ad  Cxlum.  Of 
this  the  author  was  Peter  clu  Moulin,  who  was  afterward  pre- 
bendary of  Canterbury  ;  but  Morus,  or  More,  a  French  minister, 
having  the  care  of  its  publication,  was  treated  as  the  writer  by 
Milton  in  his  Defensio  Secunda,  and  overwhelmed  by  such  vio- 
lence of  invective,  that  he  began  to  shrink  under  the  tempest,  and 
gave  his  persecutors  the  means  of  knowing  the  true  author.  Du 
Moulin  was  now  in  great  danger ;  but  Milton's  pride  operated 
against  his  malignity  ;  and  both  he  and  his  friends  were  more 
willing  that  Du  Moulin  should  escape,  than  that  he  should  be  con- 
victed of  mistake. 

In  this  second  defence  he  shows  that  his  eloquence  is  not  merely 
satirical  ;  the  rudeness  of  his  invective  is  equalled  by  the  gross- 
ness  of  his  flattery.  u  Deserimur,  Cromuelle,  tu  solus  superes, 
ad  te  summa  nostrarum  rerum  rediit,  in  te  solo  consistit,  insu- 
perabili  tuse  virtuti  cedimus  cuncti,  nemine  vel  obloquente,  nisi 
qui  sequales  inaequalis  ipse  honores  sibi  quazrit,  aut  digniori  con- 
cessos  invidet,  aut  non  intelligit  nihil  esse  in  societate  hominum 
magis  vel  Deo  gratum,  vel  ration!  consentancum,essein  civitate 
nihil  squius,  nihil  utilius,  quam  potiri  rerum  dignissimum.  Eum 
te  agnoscunt  omnes,  Cromuelle,  catu  civis  maximus  8c  gloriosis* 
simus,*  dux  publici  consilii,  exercituum  fortissimorum  impera- 

"  It  may  be  doubted  whether  gloriosissimus  be  here  used  with  Milton's 
boasted  purity.  Res  gloriosa  is  an  illustrious  thing  ;  but  vir  gloriosue  is 
commonly  a  braggart,  as  in  miles gloriosus.  Dr.  J. 


LIFE  OF  MILTON. 

tor,  pater  patrix  gessisti.    Sic  tu  spontanea  bonorum  omnium 
£c  animatus  missa  voce  salutaris." 

Cesar,  when  he  assumed  the  perpetual  dictatorship,  had  not 
more  servile  or  more  elegant  flattery.     A  translation  may  shevr 
its  servility  ;    but  its  elegance  is  less  attainable.     Having  ex- 
posed the  unskilfulness  or  selfishness  of  the  former  government, 
"  We  were  left,"  says  Milton,  "  to  ourselves  ;  the  whole  nation- 
al interest  fell  into  your  hands,  and  subsists  only  in  your  abilities. 
To  your  virtue,  overpowering  and  resistless,  every  man  gives 
way,  except  some  who,  without  equal  qualifications,  aspire  to 
equal  honours,  who  envy  the  distinctions  of  merit  greater  than 
their  own,  or  who  have  yet  to  learn,  that  in  the  coalition  of  human 
society  nothing  is  more  pleasing  to  God,  or  more  agreeable  to 
reason,  than  that  the  highest  mind  should  have  the  sovereign 
power.     Such,  sir,  are  you  by  general  confession  ;  such  are  the 
things  achieved  by  you,  the  greatest  and  most  glorious  of  our 
countrymen,  the  director  of  our  public  councils,  the  leader  of 
unconquered  armies,  the  father  of  your  country  ;  for  by  that 
title  does  every  good  man  hail  you  with  sincere  and  voluntary 
praise." 

Next  year,  having  defended  all  that  wanted  defence,  he  found 
leisure  to  defend  himself.  He  undertook  his  own  vindication 
against  More,  whom  he  declares  in  his  title  to  be  justly  called 
the  author  of  the  Regii  Sanguinia  Clamor.  In  this  there  is  no 
want  of  vehemence  or  eloquence,  nor  does  he  forget  his  wonted 
wit.  "  Moms  es  ?  an  Momus  ?  an  uterque  idem  est  ?"  He 
then  remembers  that  Morus  is  Latin  for  a  mulberry  tree,  and 
hints  at  the  known  transformation. 

Poma  alba  fercbat 
Quae  post  nigra  tulit  Morus. 

With  this  piece  ended  his  controversies  ;  and  he  from  this 
time  gave  himself  up  to  his  private  studies  and  his  civil  employ- 
ment. 

As  secretary  to  the  protector,  he  is  supposed  to  have  writ- 
ten the  declaration  of  the  reasons  for  a  war  with  Spain.  His 
agency  was  considered  as  of  great  importance  ;  for,  when  a 
treaty  with  Sweden  was  artfully  suspended,  the  delay  was  pub- 
licly imputed  to  Mr.  Milton's  indisposition  ;  and  the  Swedish 


8O  LIFE  OF  MILTON. 

agent  was  provoked  to  express  his  wonder,  that  only  one  man  in 
England  could  write  Latin,  and  that  man  blind. 

Being  now  forty  seven  years  old,  and  seeing  himself  disen- 
cumbered from  external  interruptions,  he  seems  to  have  recol- 
lected his  former  purposess  and  to  have  resumed  three  great 
works  which  he  had  planned  for  his  future  employment  ;  an 
epic  poem,  the  history  of  his  country,  and  a  dictionary  of  the 
Latin  tongue. 

To  collect  a  dictionary,  seems  a  work  of  all  others  least  prac- 
ticable in  a  state  of  blindness,  because  it  depends  upon  per- 
petual and  minute  inspection  and  collation.  Nor  would  Milton 
probably  have  begun  it  after  he  had  lost  his  eyes ;  but,  having 
had  it  always  before  him,  he  continued  it,  says  Philips,  almost  to 
his  dying  day  ;  but  the.  jia/iers  were  so  discomfiosed  and  deficient, 
that  they  could  net  be  fitted  for  the  firess.  The  compilers  of  the 
Latin  dictionary,  printed  at  Cambridge,  had  the  use  of  those  col- 
lections in  three  folios  ;  but  what  was  their  fate  afterward  is  not 
known.* 

To  compile  a  history  from  various  authors,  when  they  can  only 
be  consulted  by  other  eyes,  is  not  easy,  nor  possible,  but  with 
more  skilful  and  attentive  help  than  can  be  commonly  obtained  ; 
and  it  was  probably  the  difficulty  of  consulting  and  comparing 
that  stopped  Milton's  narrative  at  the  conquest ;  a  period  at  which 
affairs  were  not  yet  very  intricate,  nor  authors  very  numerous. 

For  the  subject  of  his  epic  poem,  after  much  deliberation, 
long  choosing,  and  beginning  late,  he  fixed  upon  Paradise  Lost  ; 

*  The  Cambridge  dictionary,  published  in  4to,  1693,  is  no  other  than  a 
copy,  with  some  small  additions,  of  that  of  Dr.  Adam  Littleton  in  1685,  by 
sundry  persons,  of  whom,  though  their  names  are  concealed,  there  is  great 
reason  to  conjecture  that  .Milton's  nephew,  Edward  Philips,  is  one  ;  for  it 
is  expressly  said  by  Wood,  Fasti,  vol.  1.  p.  266,  that  "  Milton's  Thesaurus" 
came  to  his  hands  ;  and  it  is  asserted,  in  the  preface  thereto,  that  the  editors 
thereof  had  the  use  of  three  large  folios  in  manuscript,  collected  and  digest- 
ed into  alphabetical  order  by  Mr.  John  Milton. 

It  has  been  remarked,  that  the  additions,  together  with  the  preface  above- 
mentioned,  and  a  large  part  of  the  title  of  the  "  Cambridge  Dictionary,'1 
have  been  encorporated  and  printed  with  the  subsequent  editions  of"  Little- 
ton's Dictionary,"  till  that  of  1735.  Vid-  Biog.  Brit  2985,  in  note.  So  that, 
1'or  aught  that  appears  to  the  contrary.  Philips  was  the  last  possessor  of  Mil- 
an's MS.  II. 


LIFE  OF  MILTON.  81 

a  design  so  comprehensive,  that  it  could  be  justified  only  by  suc- 
cess. He  had  once  designed  to  celebrate  king  Arthur,  as  he 
hints  in  his  verses  to  Mansus  ;  but  Arthur  was  reserved,  says 
Fenton,  to  another  destiny* 

It  appears,  by  some  sketches  of  poetical  projects  left  in  man- 
uscript, and  to  be  seen  in  a  library  f  at  Cambridge,  that  he  had 
digested  his  thoughts  on  this  subject  into  one  of  those  wild 
dramas  which  were  anciently  called  mysteries  ;  and  Philips  had 
seen  what  he  terms  part  of  a  tragedy,  beginning  with  the  first 
ten  lines  of  Satan's  address  to  the  sun.  These  mysteries  consist 
ef  allegorical  persons  ;  such  as  justice,  mercy,  faith.  Of  the 
tragedy  or  mystery  of  Paradise  Lost  there  are  two  plans. 

The  Persons.  The  Persons. 

Michael.  Moses. 

Chorus  of  Angels.  Divine  Justice,  Wisdom, 
Heavenly  Love.  Heavenly  Love. 

Lucifer.  The  Evening  Star,  Hes- 

Adam,  7  Perus- 

Eve,       5Wlth  the        P  Corus  of  Angels. 

Conscience.  Lucifer. 

Death.  Adam' 

Labour,        ~]  Eve- 

Sickness,       j  Conscience. 

Discontent,    J>  mutes.  Labour,        -j 

Ignorance,     j  Sickness,        | 

with  others  ;j  Discontent,        mutes. 


Faith.  Ignorance, 

Hope.  Fear> 

Charitv.  Death  5 

Faith. 

Hope. 
Charity. 

*  Id  est,  to  be  the  subject  of  an  heroic  poem,  written  by  Sir  Richard 
Blackmore.     H. 
|  Trinity  College.     Tf 


LIFE  OF  M1LTOX 

Paradise  Lost. 

The  Persons. 

Moses  tsTpoiQ-yifri,  recounting  how  he  assumed  his  true  body  , 
that  it  corrupts  not, because  it  is  with  God  in  the  mount ;  declares 
the  like  of  Enoch  and  Elijah  ;  beside  the  purity  of  the  place, 
that  certain  pure  winds,  dews,  and  clouds,  preserve  it  from  cor- 
ruption ;  whence  exhorts  to  the  sight  of  God  ;  tells  they  cannot 
see  Adam  in  the  state  of  innocence,  by  reason  of  their  sin. 
Justice,  ) 

Mercy,       V  debating  what  should  become  of  man,  if  he  fall. 
Wisdom,    ) 

Chorus  of  angels  singing  a  hymn  of  the  creation. 

ACT  II. 

Heavenly  Love. 

Evening  Star. 

Chorus  sing  the  marriage  song,  and  describe  paradise. 

ACT  III. 

Lucifer  contriving  Adam's  ruin. 

Chorus  fears  for  Adam,  and  relates  Lucifer's  rebellion  and  fall. 

ACT  IV. 

Adam, 


v  fallen. 
Eve, 

Conscience  cites  them  to  God's  examination. 
Chorus  bewails,  and  tells  the  good  Adam  has  lost. 

ACT  V. 

Adam  and  Eve  driven  out  of  paradise. 

•-- presented  by  an  angel  with 

Labour,  Grief,  Hatred,  Envy,  War,  Famine,    J 

Pestilence,    Sickness,    Discontent,  Igno-  £  mutes. 

ranee,  Fear,  Death,  \ 

To  whom   he   gives  their  names.      Likewise  Winter,  Heat, 

Tempest,  Sec. 
Faith,        J 

Hope,        C  comfort  him  und  instruct  him. 
Charity,     ) 

Chorus  briefly  concludes. 

Such  was  his  first  design,  which  could  have  produced  only  an 
allegory,  or  mystery.  The  following  sketch  seems  to  have 
attained  more  maturity. 


.LIFE  OF  MILTON. 

Adam  unparadised. 

The  angel  Gabriel,  either  descending  or  entering ;  showing, 
since  this  globe  was  created,  his  frequency  as  much  on  earth  as 
in  heaven;  describes  paradise.  Next,  the  chorus,  showing  the 
reason  of  his  coming  to  keep  his  watch  in  paradise,  after  Luci- 
fer's rebellion,  by  command  from  God  ;  and  withal  expressing 
his  desire  to  see  and  know  more  concerning  this  excellent  new 
creature,  man.  The  angel  Gabriel,  as  by  his  name  signifying  a 
prince  of  power,  tracing  paradise  with  a  more  free  office,  passes 
by  the  station  of  the  chorus,  and,  desired  by  them,  relates  what 
he  knew  of  man ;  as  the  creation  of  Eve,  with  their  love  and 
marriage.  After  this,  Lucifer  appears  j  after  his  overthrow, 
bemoans  himself,  seeks  revenge  on  man.  The  chorus  prepare 
resistance  at  his  first  approach.  At  last,  after  discourse  of  en- 
mity on  either  side,  he  departs  ;  whereat  the  chorus  sings  of  the 
battle  and  victory  in  heaven,  against  him  and  his  accomplices  ;  as 
before,  after  the  first  act,  was  sung  a  hymn  of  the  creation.  Here 
again  may  appear  Lucifer  relating  and  exulting  in  what  he  had 
done  to  the  destruction  of  man.  Man  next,  and  Eve  having  by 
this  time  been  seduced  by  the  serpent,  appear  confusedly  covered 
with  leaves.  Conscience  in  a  shape  accuses  him  ;  justice  cites 
him  to  the  place  whither  Jehovah  called  for  him.  In  the  mean 
while,  the  chorus  entertains  the  stage,  and  is  informed  by  some 
angel  the  manner  of  the  fall.  Here  the  chorus;.bewails  Adam's 
fall  ;  Adam  then  and  Eve  return  ;  accuse  one  another ;  but 
especially  Adam  lays  the  blame  to  his  wife  ;  is  stubborn  in  his 
offence.  Justice  appears,  reasons  with  him,  convinces  him.  The 
chorus  admonisheth  Adam,  and  bids  him  beware  Lucifer's  ex- 
ample of  impenitence.  The  angel  is  sent  to  banish  them  out  of 
paradise  ;  but  before  causes  to  pass  before  his  eyes,  in  shapes,  a 
mask  of  all  the  evils  of  this  life  and  world.  He  is  humbled,  re- 
lents, despairs  ;  at  last  appears  mercy,  comforts  him,  promises 
the  Messiah  ;  then  calls  in  faith,  hope,  and  charity ;  instructs 
him  ;  he  repents,  gives  God  the  glory,  submits  to  his  penalty. 
The  chorus  briefly  concludes.  Compare  this  with  the  former 
draught. 

These  are  very  imperfect  rudiments  of  Paradise  Lost ;  but  it 
is  pleasant  to  see  great  works  in  their  seminal  state,  pregnant 
with  latent  possibilities  of  excellence ;  nor  could  there  be  any 

VOL.  i.  12 


LIFE  OF  AliLTOX. 

more  delightful  entertainment  than  to  trace  their  gradual  growth 
and  expansion,  and  to  observe  how  they  are  sometimes  suddenly 
advanced  by  accidental  hints,  and  sometimes  slowly  improved 
by  steady  meditation. 

Invention  is  almost  the  only  literary  labour  which  blindness 
cannot  obstruct,  and  therefore  he  naturally  solaced  his  solitude  by 
the  indulgence  of  his  fancy,  and  the  melody  of  his  numbers. 
He  had  done  what  he  knew  to  be  necessarily  previous  to  poetical 
excellence  ;  he  had  made  himself  acquainted  with  seemly  arts 
and  affairs  ;  his  comprehension  was  extended  by  various  knowl- 
edge, and  his  memory  stored  with  intellectual  treasures.  He 
was  skilful  in  many  languages,  and  had  by  reading  and  composi- 
tion attained  the  full  mastery  of  his  own  He  would  have  wanted 
little  help  from  books,  had  he  retained  the  power  of  perusing 
them. 

But  while  his  greater  designs  were  advancing,  having  now, 
like  many  other  authors,  caught  the  love  of  publication,  he 
amused  himself,  as  he  could,  with  little  productions.  He  sent 
*o  the  press,  1658,  a  manuscript  of  Raleigh,  called  the  Cabinet 
council;  and  next  year  gratified  his  malevolence  to  the  clergy,  by 
a  Treatise  of  civil  Jioiver  in  ecclesiastical  cased)  and  the  means  of- 
removing  hirelings  out  of  the  church. 

Oliver  was  now  dead  ;  Richard  was  constrained  to  resign  ; 
the  system  of  extemporary  government,  which  had  been  held  to- 
gether only  by  force,  naturally  fell  into  fragments  when  that  force 
was  taken  away  ;  and  Milton  saw  himself  and  his  cause  in  equal 
danger.  But  he  had  still  hope  of  doing  something.  He  wrote 
letters,  which  Toland  has  published,  to  such  men  as  he  thought 
friends  to  the  new  commonwealth  ;  and  even  in  the  year  of  the 
restoration  he  bated  no  jot  of  heart  or  hope^  but  was  fantastical 
enough  to  think  that  the  nation,  agitated  as  it  was,  might  be 
settled  by  a  pamphlet,  called  A  ready  and  easy  way  to  establish  a 
free  commonwealth  ;  which  was,  however,  enough  considered  to 
be  both  seriously  and  ludicrously  answered. 

The  obstinate  enthusiasm  of  the  commonwealthmen  was  very 
remarkable.  When  the  king  was  apparently  returning,  Har- 
rington, with  a  few  associates  as  fanatical  as  himself,  used  to 
meet,  with  all  the  gravity  of  political  importance,  to  settle  an 
equal  government  by  rotation  ;  and  Milton,  kicking  when  he 


LIFE  OF  MILTON.  85 

f 

could  strike  no  longer,  was  foolish  enough  to  publish,  a  few* 
weeks  before  the  restoration,  notes  upon  a  sermon  preached  by 
one  Griffiths,  entitled,  The  fear  of  God  and  the  king.     To  these 
notes  an  answer  was  written  by  L'Estrange,  in  a  pamphlet  petu- 
lantly called  JVb  blind  guides. 

But  whatever  Milton  could  write,  or  men  of  greater  activity 
could  do,  the  king  was  now  about  to  be  restored,  with  the  irre- 
sistible approbation  of  the  people.  He  was  therefore  no  longer 
secretary,  and  was  consequently  obliged  to  quit  the  house  which 
he  held  by  his  office  ;  and,  proportioning  his  sense  of  danger  to 
his  opinion  of  the  importance  of  his  writings,  thought  it  conve- 
nient to  seek  some  shelter,  and  hid  himself  for  a  time  in  Bartholo- 
mew Close,  by  West  Smithfield. 

I  cannot  but  remark  a  kind  of  respect,  perhaps  unconsciously 
paid  to  this  great  man  by  his  biographers  ;  every  house  in  which 
he  resided  is  historically  mentioned,  as  if  it  were  an  injury  to 
neglect  naming  any  place  that  he  honoured  by  his  presence. 

The  king,  with  lenity  of  which  the  world  has  had  perhaps  no 
other  example,  declined  to  be  the  judge  or  avenger  of  his  own 
or  his  father's  wrongs ;  and  promised  to  admit  into  the  act  of 
oblivion  all,  except  those  whom  the  parliament  should  except ; 
and  the  parliament  doomed  none  to  capital  punishment  but  the 
wretches  who  had  immediately  co-operated  in  the  murder  of  the 
king.  Milton  was  certainly  not  one  of  them  ;  he  had  only  justi- 
fied what  they  had  done. 

This  justification  was  indeed  sufficiently  offensive  ;  and,  June 
16,  an  order  was  issued  to  seize  Milton's  Defence,  and  Goodwin's 
Obstructors  of  justice,  another  book  of  the  same  tendency,  and 
burn  them  by  the  common  hangman.  The  attorney  general  was 
ordered  to  prosecute  the  authors  ;  but  Milton  was  not  seized, 
nor  perhaps  very  diligently  pursued. 

Not  long  after,  August  19,  the  flutter  of  innumerable  bosoms 
was  stilled  by  an  act,  which  the  king,  that  his  mercy  might  want 
no  recommendation  of  elegance,  rather  called  an  act  of  oblivion 
than  of  grace.  Goodwin  was  named,  with  nineteen  more,  as  inca- 
pacitated for  any  public  trust ;  but  of  Milton  there  was  no  exception. 

Of  this  tenderness  shown  to  Milton,  the  curiosity  of  mankind 
has  not  forborne  to  inquire  the  reason.  Burnet  thinks  he  was 
forgotten  ;  but  this  is  another  instance  which  may  confirm 


86  LIFE  OF  MILTOX. 

Dalrymple's  observation,  who  says,  "  that  whenever  Bumet's  nar- 
rations arc  examined,  he  appears  to  he  mistaken." 

Forgotten  he  was  not ;  for  his  prosecution  was  ordered  ;  it 
must  be  therefore  by  design  that  he  was  included  in  the  general 
oblivion.  He  is  said  to  have  had  friends  in  the  house,  such 
as  Marvel,  Morrice,  and  sir  Thomas  Clerges  ;  and  undoubtedly  a 
man  like  him  must  have  had  influence.  A  very  particular  story 
of  his  escape  is  told  by  Richardson*  in  his  memoirs,  which  he 
received  from  Pope,  as  delivered  by  Bettcrton,  who  might  have 
heard  it  from  Davcnant.  In  the  war  between  the  king  and  par- 
liament, Davenant  was  made  prisoner,  and  condemned  to  die  ; 
but  was  spared  at  the  request  of  Milton.  When  the  turn  of 
success  brought  Milton  into  the  like  danger,  Davenant  repaid 
the  benefit  by  appearing  in  his  favour.  Here  is  a  reciprocation 
of  generosity  and  gratitude  so  pleasing,  that  the  tale  makes  its 
own  way  to  credit.  But  if  help  were  wanted,  I  know  not  where 
to  find  it.  The  danger  of  Davenant  is  certain  from  his  own 
relation  ;  but  of  his  escape  there  is  no  account.  Betterton's 
narration  can  be  traced  no  higher ;  it  is  not  known  that  he  had 
it  from  Davenant.  We  are  told  that  the  benefit  exchanged  was 
life  for  life  ;  but  it  seems  not  certain  that  Milton's  life  ever  was 
in  danger.  Goodwin,  who  had  committed  the  same  kind  of 
crime,  escaped  with  incapacitation  ;  and,  as  exclusion  from 
public  trust  is  a  punishment  which  the  power  of  government  can 
commonly  inflict  without  the  help  of  a  particular  law,  it  required 
no  great  interest  to  exempt  Milton  from  a  censure  little  more 
than  verbal.  Something  may  be  reasonably  ascribed  to  venera- 
tion and  compassion  ;  to  veneration  of  his  abilities,  and  compassion 
for  his  distresses,  which  made  it  fit  to  forgive  his  malice  for  his 
learning.-  He  was  now  poor  and  blind  ;  and  who  would  pursue 
with  violence  an  illustrious  enemy,  depressed  by  fortune,  and  dis- 
armed by  nature  ?f 

*  It  was  told  before  by  A.  Wood  in  Ath.  Oxon.  vol.  II.  p.  412,  2d.  edit.  C. 

|  A  different  account  of  the  means  by  which  Milton  secured  himself  is 
given  by  an  historian  lately  brought  to  light.  "Milton,  Latin  secretary  to 
Ooimvell,  distinguished  by  his  writings  in  favour  of  the  rights  and  liberties 
of  the  people,  pretended  to  be  dead,  and  had  a  public  funeral  procession. 
The  king  applauded  his  policy  in  escaping  the  punishment  of  death,  by  a 
seasonable  show  of  dying."  Cunningham's  Junlory  of  Great  Britain,  vol.  \- 
p.  14.  R. 


LIFE  OF  MILTOX.  87 

The  publication  of  the  act  of  oblivion  put  him  in  the  same 
condition  with  his  fellow  subjects.  He  was,  however,  upon  some 
pretence  not  now  known,  in  the  custody  of  the  sergeant  in  De- 
cember ;  and  when  he  was  released,  upon  his  refusal  of  the  fees 
demanded,  he  and  the  sergeant  were  called  before  the  house. 
He  was  now  safe  within  the  shade  of  oblivion,  and  knew  himself 
to  be  as  much  out  of  the  power  of  a  griping  officer  as  any  other 
man.  How  the  question  was  determined  is  not  known.  Milton 
would  hardly  have  contended,  but  that  he  knew  himself  to  have 
right  on  his  side. 

He  then  removed  to  Jewin  street,  near  Aldersgate  street ;  and* 
being  blind,  and  by  no  means  wealthy,  wanted  a  domestic  com- 
panion and  attendant ;  and  therefore,  by  the  recommendation  of 
Dr.  Paget,  married  Elizabeth  Minshul,  of  a  gentleman's  a  mily 
in  Cheshire,  probably  without  a  fortune.  All  his  wives  were 
virgins  ;  for  he  has  declared  that  he  thought  it  gross  and  indeli- 
cate to  be  a  second  husband  ;  upon  what  other  principles  his 
choice  was  made  cannot  now  be  known  ;  but  marriage  afforded 
not  much  of  his  happiness.  The  first  wife  left  him  in  disgust, 
and  was  brought  back  only  by  terror  ;  the  second,  indeed,  seems 
to  have  been  more  a  favourite,  but  her  life  was  short.  The  third, 
as  Philips  relates,  oppressed  his  children  in  his  life  time,  and 
cheated  them  at  his  death. 

Soon  after  his  marriage,  according  to  an  obscure  story,  he  was 
offered  the  continuance  of  his  employment ;  and,  being  pressed 
by  his  wife  to  accept  it,  answered,  "  You,  like  other  women, 
want  to  ride  in  your  coach  ;  my  wish  is  to  live  and  die  an  honest 
man."  If  he  considered  the  Latin  secretary  as  exercising  any 
of  the  powers  of  government,  he  that  had  shared  authority,  either 
with  the  parliament  or  Cromwell,  might  have  forborne  to  talk 
very  loudly  of  his  honesty  ;  and,  if  he  thought  the  office  purely 
ministerial,  he  certainly  might  have  honestly  retained  it  under 
the  king.  But  this  tale  has  too  little  evidence  to  deserve  a  dis- 
quisition ;  large  offers  and  sturdy  rejections  are  among  the  most 
common  topics  of  falsehood. 

He  had  so  much  either  of  prudence  or  gratitude,  that  he  for- 
bore to  disturb  the  new  settlement  with  any  of  his  political  or 
ecclesiastical  opinions,  and  from  this  time  devoted  himself  to  po-, 
etry  and  literature.  Of  his  zeal  for  learning,  in  all  its  parts,  he 


88  MIT.  <>i    Ml l. TON. 

gave  a  proof  by  publishing,  the  next  year,  1661,  Accidence  com- 
menced grammar  ;  a  little  book  which  has  nothing  remarkable, 
but  that  its  author,  who  had  been  lately  defending  the  supreme 
powers  of  his  country,  and  was  then  writing  Paradise  Lout,  could 
descend  from  his  elevation  to  rescue  children  from  the  perplex- 
ity of  grammatical  confusion,  and  the  trouble  of  lessons  unneces- 
sarily repeated. 

About  this  time  Klwood  the  quakcr,  being  recommended  to 
him  as  one  who  would  read  Latin  to  him  for  the  advantage  of 
his  conversation,  attended  him  every  afternoon  except  on  Sun- 
days. Milton,  who,  in  his  letter  to  Ilartlib,  had  declared,  that  to 
read  Latin  with  an  Jtfiglixh  mouth  in  rz.v  ill  a  hearing  an  law  French, 
required  that  Elwood  should  learn  and  practise  the  Italian  pro- 
nunciation, which,  he  said,  was  necessary,  if  he  would  talk  with 
foreigners.  This  seems  to  have  been  a  task  troublesome  with- 
out use.  There  is  little  reason  for  preferring  the  Italian  pro- 
nunciation to  our  own,  except  that  it  is  more  general  ;  and  to 
leach  it  to  an  Englishman  is  only  to  make  him  a  foreigner  at 
home.  lie  who  travels,  if  he  speaks  Latin,  may  so  soon  learn 
the  sounds  which  every  native  gives  it,  that  he  need  make  no 
provision  before  his  journey  ;  and  if  strangers  visit  us,  it  is  tl.rir 
business  to  practise  such  conformity  to  our  modes  as  they  ex- 
pect from  us  in  their  own  countries.  Klwood  complied  with 
the  directions,  and  improved  himself  by  his  attendance;  for  he 
relates,  that  Milton,  having  a  curious  car,  knew  by  his  voice 
when  he  read  what  he  did  not  understand,  and  would  stop  him, 
and  o/i en  the  most  difficult  fiaxxageN. 

In  a  short  time  he  took  a  house  in  the  Artillery  walk,  leading 
to  Bunhill  fields  ;  the  mention  of  which  concludes  the  register 
of  Milton's  removal*  and  habitations.  He  lived  longer  in  this 
place  than  in  any  other. 

lie  was  now  busied  by  Paradiae  Lost.  Whence  he  dVcw  the 
original  design  has  been  variously  conjectured,  hymen  who  cannot 
bear  to  think  themselves  ignorant  of  that  which,  at  last,  neither 
diligence  nor  sagacity  can  discover.  Some  find  the  hint  in  an 
Italian  tragedy.  Voltaire  tells  a  wild  and  unauthorized  story  of 
a  farce  seen  by  Milton  in  Italy,  which  opened  thus  ;  Let  the  ruin- 
boii'  he  the  fiddlestick  of  the  fiddle  of  heaven.  It  has  been  already 
shown,  that  the  first  conception  was  a  tragedy  or  mystery,  not  of 
u  narrative,  but  a  dramatic  work,  which  he  is  supposed  to  have 


UlT,  OK  MILTON.  89 

begun  to  reduce  to  its  present  form  about  the  time,  1655,  when 
he  finished  his  dispute  with  the  defenders  of  the  king. 

lie  Ion";  before  had  promised  to  adorn  his  native  country  by 
some  great  performance,  while  he  had  yet  perhaps  no  settled  de- 
sign, and  was  stimulated  only  by  such  expectations,  as  naturally 
arose,  from  (he  survey  of  his  attainments,  and  the  consciousness 
of  his  powers.  What  he  should  undertake,  it  was  difficult  to 
determine.  He  was  long  choosing,  and  began  laic. 

While  he  w.is  obliged  to  divide  his  time  between  his  private 
Studies  and  aflV.irs  of  stale,  his  poetical  labour  must  have  hern 
often  interrupted  ;  and  perhaps  he  did  little  more  in  that  busy 
time  than  construct  the  narrative,  adjust  the  episodes,  pioportion 
the  parts,  accumulate  images  and  sentiments,  and  ircjMiie  in  his 
memory,  or  preserve  in  writing,  such  hints  as  books  or  medita- 
tion would  supply.  Nothing  particular  is  known  of  his  intellect- 
ual operations  while  he  was  a  statesman  ;  for,  having  every  help 
and  accommodation  at  hand,  he  had  no  need  of  uncommon  expe- 
dients. 

Being  driven  from  all  public  stations,  he  is  yet  too  great  not 
to  be  traced  by  curiosity  to  his  retirement  ;  where  he  has  been 
found  by  Mr.  Richardson,  the  fondest  of  bis  admirers,  sitting 
before  his  door  in  a  grei/  coat  of  coarse  cloth,  in  warm  xultry 
weather,  to  enjoy  f  lie  fresh  air  ;  and  ,10,  as  well  UK  in  his  own  room, 
receiving  the  visits  (if/ieo/ilr  <>f  distinguished  fiarfs  as  will  as  vital- 
ity. His  visitors  of  high  quality  must  now  be  imagined  to  be 
few  ;  but  men  of  parts  might  reasonably  court  the  conversation 
of  a  man  so  generally  illustrious,  that  foreigners  are  reported,  by 
Wood,  to  have  visited  the  house  in  Bread  street  where  he  was 
born. 

According  to  another  account,  he  was  seen  in  a  small  house? 
wally  enough  d rested  in  black  clothe*,  sifting  in  a  room  hung  with, 
rusty  green  ;  pule  hut  vot  cadaverous,  with  chalkstoncx  in  /tin 
/muds,  lie  said,  that  if  it  were  not  for  the  gout,  his  blindncxR 
would  be  tolerable. 

In  the  intervals  of  his  pain,  being  made  unable  to  use  tin. 
common  exercises,  he  used  to  swing  in  a  chair,  and  sometimes 
played  upon  an  organ. 

lie  was  now  confessedly  and  visibly  employed  upon  his  poem,, 
*>!.'  wlnVh  the  progress  might  be.  noted  by  those  with  whom  hr 


9O  urn  or  MILTON. 

was  familiar  ;  for  he  \vas  obliged,  when  he  had  composed  as 
many  lines  as  his  memory  would  conveniently  retain,  to  employ 
some  friend  in  writing  them,  having,  at  least  for  part  of  the  time, 
no  regular  attendant.  This  gave  opportunity  to  observations  and 
reports. 

Mr.  Philips  observes,  that  there  was  a  very  remarkable  cir- 
cumstance in  the  composure  of  Paradise  Lost,  "  which  I  have  a 
particular  reason,"  says  he,"  to  remember  ;  for  whereas  I  had  the 
perusal  of  it  fiom  the  very  beginning,  for  some  years,  as  I  went 
from  time  to  time  to  visit  him,  in  parcels  of  ten,  twenty,  or 
thirty  verses  at  a  time,  which,  being  written  by  whatever  hand 
came  next,  might  possibly  want  correction  as  to  the  orthography 
and  pointing,  having,  as  the  summer  came  on,  not  been  showed 
any  for  a  considerable  while,  and  desiring  the  reason  thereof,  was 
answered,  that  his  vein  never  happily  flowed  but  from  the  autum- 
nal equinox  to  the  vernal ;  and  that  whatever  he  attempted  at 
other  times  was  never  to  his  satisfaction,  though  he  courted  his 
fancy  never  so  much  ;  so  that,  in  all  the  years  he  was  about  this 
poem,  he  may  be  said  to  have  spent  half  his  time  therein." 

Upon  this  relation  Toland  remarks,  that  in  his  opinion  Philips 
has  mistaken  the  time  of  the  year  ;  for  Milton,  in  his  elegies, 
declares,  that  with  the  advance  of  the  spring  he  feels  the  in- 
crease of  his  poetical  force,  redeunt  in  carmina  -vires.  To  this 
it  is  answered,  that  Philips  could  hardly  mistake  time  so  well 
marked  ;  and  it  may  be  added,  that  Milton  might  find  different 
times  of  the  year  favourable  to  different  parts  of  life.  Mr. 
Richardson  conceives  it  impossible  that  such  a  work  should  be 
suspended  for  six  months,  or  for  one.  It  may  go  on  faster  or  slow- 
er, but  it  must  go  on.  By  what  necessity  it  must  continually  go 
on,  or  why  it  might  not  be  laid  aside  and  resumed,  it  is  not  easy  to 
discover. 

This  dependance  of  the  soul  upon  the  seasons,  those  tempo- 
rary and  periodical  ebbs  and  flows  of  intellect,  may,  I  suppose, 
justly  be  derided  as  the  fumes  of  vain  imagination.  Sapiens  dom- 
inabitur  astris.  The  author  that  thinks  himself  weatherbound 
will  find,  with  a  little  help  from  hellebore,  that  he  is  only  idle 
or  exhausted.  But  while  this  notion  has  possession  of  the  head, 
it  produces  the  inability  which  it  supposes.  Our  powers  owe 
much  of  their  energy  to  our  hopes  ;  possunt  quia  posse  -vidcntur. 


LIFE  OF  MILTOX.  91 

When  success  seems  attainable,  diligence  is  enforced  ;  but  when 
it  is  admitted  that  the  faculties  are  suppressed  by  a  cross  wind, 
or  a  cloudy  sky,  the  day  is  given  up  without  resistance  ;  for  who 
can  contend  with  the  course  of  nature  ? 

From  such  prepossessions  Milton  seems  not  to  have  been  free. 
There  prevailed  in  his  time  an  opinion  that  the  world  was  in  its 
decay,  and  that  we  have  had  the  misfortune  to  be  produced  in  the 
decrepitude  of  nature.  It  was  suspected  that  the  whole  creation 
languished,  that  neither  trees  nor  animals  had  the  height  or  bulk 
of  their  predecessors,  and  that  every  thing  was  daily  sinking  by 
gradual  diminution.*  Milton  appears  to  suspect  that  souls  par- 
take of  the  general  degeneracy,  and  is  not  without  some  fear 
that  his  book  is  to  be  written  in  an  age  too  late  for  heroic  poesy. 

Another  opinion  wanders  about  the  world,  and  sometimes 
finds  reception  among  wise  men  ;  an  opinion  that  restrains  the 
operations  of  the  mind  to  particular  regions,  and  supposes  that  a 
luckless  mortal  may  be  born  in  a  degree  of  latitude  too  high  or 
too  low  for  wisdom  or  for  wit.  From  this  fancy,  wild  as  it  is,  he 
had  not  wholly  cleared  his  head,  when  he  feared  lest  the  climate 
of  his  country  might  be  too  cold  for  flights  of  imagination. 

Into  a  mind  already  occupied  by  such  fancies,  another  not  more 
reasonable  might  easily  find  its  way.  He  that  could  fear  lest 
his  genius  had  fallen  upon  too  old  a  world,  or  too  chill  a  climate, 
might  consistently  magnify  to  himself  the  influence  of  the  seasons, 
and  believe  his  faculties  to  be  vigorous  only  half  the  year. 

His  submission  to  the  seasons  was  at  least  more  reasonable 
than  his  dread  of  decaying  nature,  or  a  frigid  zone  ;  for  general 
causes  must  operate  uniformly  in  a  general  abatement  of  mental 
power  ;  if  less  could  be  performed  by  the  writer,  less  likewise 
would  content  the  judges  of  his  work.  Among  this  lagging  race 
of  frosty  grovellers  he  might  still  have  risen  into  eminence,  by 

f  This  opinion  is,  with  great  learning  and  ingenuity,  refuted  in  a  book 
now  very  little  known,  "An  apology  or  declaration  of  the  power  and  prov- 
idence of  God  in  the  government  of  the  world,"  by  Dr.  George  llake\vill> 
London,  folio,  1635.  The  first  who  ventured  to  propagate  it  in  this  country 
\\  as  Dr.  Gabriel  Goodman,  bishop  of  Gloucester,  a  man  of  a  versatile  tem- 
per, and  the  author  of  a  book  entitled,  "The  fall  of  man,  or  the  corruption 
of  nature  proved  by  natural  reason."  1G16  and  10-24,  quarto,  lie  was 
pi  undered  in  the  usurpation,  turned  Roman  Catholic,  and  died  in  obscurity. 
See  Athen.  O\on.  vol.  I.  p.  7C7.  II. 

VOL.    1.  1^ 


j.in;  or  MILTON. 

producing  something  which  they  should  not  willingly  let  die. 
However  inferior  to  the  heroes  who  were  born  in  better  ages,  he 
might  still  be  great  among  his  contemporaries,  with  the  hope  of 
growing  every  day  greater  in  the  dwindle  of  posterity.  He 
might  still  be  the  giant  of  the  pygmies,  the  one  eyed  monarch 
of  the  blind. 

Of  his  artifices  of  study,  or  particular  hours  of  composition, 
•we  have  little  account,  and  there  was  perhaps  little  to  be  told. 
Richardson,  who  seems  to  have  been  very  diligent  in  his  inquiries, 
but  discovers  always  a  wish  to  find  Milton  discriminated  from 
other  men,  relates,  that  "  he  would  sometimes  lie  awake  whole 
nights,  but  not  a  verse  could  he  make  ;  and  on  a  sudden  his 
poetical  faculty  would  rush  upon  him  with  an  iwju-tus  or  oestrum, 
and  his  daughter  was  immediately  called  to  secure  what  came. 
At  other  times  he  would  dictate  perhaps  forty  lines  in  a  breath, 
and  then  reduce  them  to  half  the  number." 

These  bursts  of  light,  and  involutions  of  darkness,  these  tran- 
sient and  involuntary  excursions  and  retrocessions  of  invention, 
having  some  appearance  of  deviation  from  the  common  train  of 
nature,  are  eagerly  caught  by  the  lovers  of  a  wonder.  Yet  some- 
thing of  this  inequality  happens  to  every  man  in  every  mode  of 
exertion,  manual  or  mental.  The  mechanic  cannot  handle  his 
hammer  and  his  file  at  all  times  with  equal  dexterity  ;  there  are 
hours,  he  knows  not  why,  when  his  hand  is  out.  By  Mr.  Rich- 
ardson's relation,  casually  conveyed,  much  regard  cannot  be 
claimed.  That,  in  his  intellectual  hour,  Milton  called  for  his 
daughter  to  secure  what  came,  may  be  questioned  ;  for  unluckily  it 
happens  to  be  known  that  his  daughters  were  never  taught  to 
•write  ;  nor  would  he  have  been  obliged,  as  is  universally  confess- 
ed, to  have  employed  any  casual  visitor  in  disburdening  his 
memory,  if  his  daughter  could  have  performed  the  office. 

The  story  of  reducing  his  exuberance  has  been  told  of  other 
authors,  and,  though  doubtless  true  of  every  fertile  and  copious 
mind,  seems  to  have  been  gratuitously  transferred  to  Milton. 

What  he  has  told  us,  and  we  cannot  now  know  more,  is,  that 
he  composed  much  of  his  poem  in  the  night  and  morning,  I 
suppose  before  his  mind  was  disturbed  with  common  business  ; 
and  that  he  poured  out  with  great  fluency  his  unpremeditated 
•verse.  Versification,  free,  like  his,  from  the  distresses  of  rhyme. 


LIFE  OF  MILTON.  93 

must,  by  a  work  so  long,  be  made  prompt  and  habitual ;  and, 
when  his  thoughts  were  once  adjusted,  the  words  would  come 
at  his  command. 

At  what  particular  times  of  his  life  the  parts  of  his  work  were 
written,  cannot  often  be  known.  The  beginning  of  the  third 
book  shows  that  he  had  lost  his  sight ;  and  the  introduction  to 
the  seventh,  that  the  return  of  the  king  had  clouded  him  with 
discountenance,  and  that  he  was  offended  by  the  licentious  festiv- 
ity of  the  restoration.  There  are  no  other  internal  notes  of  time. 
Milton,  being  now  cleared  from  all  effects  of  his  disloyalty,  had 
nothing  required  from  him  but  the  common  duty  of  living  in 
quiet,  to  be  rewarded  with  the  common  right  of  protection  ;  but 
this,  which,  when  he  skulked  from  the  approach  of  his  king,  was 
perhaps  more  than  he  hoped,  seems  not  to  have  satisfied  him  ; 
for  no  sooner  is  he  safe,  than  he  finds  himself  in  danger,  ,/«//<?w  on 
evil  days  and  evil  tongues,  and  with  darkness  and  with  danger  com- 
flassed  round.  This  darkness,  had  his  eyes  been  better  employ- 
ed, had  undoubtedly  deserved  compassion  ;  but  to  add  the  mention 
of  danger  was  ungrateful  and  unjust.  He  was  fallen  indeed  on 
evil  days  ;  the  time  was  come  in  which  regicides  could  no  longer 
boast  their  wickedness.  But  of  evil  tongues  for  Milton  to  com- 
plain, required  impudence  at  least  equal  to  his  other  powers  ; 
Milton,  whose  warmest  advocates  must  allow,  that  he  never 
spared  any  asperity  of  reproach,  or  brutality  of  insolence. 

But  the  charge  itself  seems  to  be  false  ;  for  it  would  be  hard 
to  recollect  any  reproach  cast  upon  him,  either  serious  or  ludi- 
crous, through  the  whole  remaining  part  of  his  life.  He  pursued 
his  studies,  or  his  amusements,  without  persecution,  molestation, 
or  insult.  Such  is  the  reverence  paid  to  great  abilities,  however 
misused  ;  they  who  contemplated  in  Milton  the  scholar  and  the 
wit,  were  contented  to  forget  the  reviler  of  his  king. 

When  the  plague,  1665,  raged  in  London,  Milton  took  refuge 
at  Chalfont  in  Buck's  ;  where  Elwood,  who  had  taken  the  house 
for  him,  first  saw  a  complete  copy  of  Paradise  Lost,  and,  having 
perused  it,  said  to  him,  "  Thou  hast  said  a  great  deal  upon  Para- 
dise Lost ;  what  hast  thou  to  say  upon  Paradise  found  ?" 

Next  year,  when  the  danger  of  infection  had  ceased,  he  re- 
turned to  Bunhill  fields,  and  designed  the  publication  of  his  poem. 
A  license  was  necessary,  and  he  could  expect  no  great  kindness 


Lll-'K  Of  .MILTON'. 

Irom  a  chaplain  of  the  archbishop  of  Canterbury.  He  seems, 
however,  to  have  been  treated  with  tenderness  ;  for  though  ob- 
jections were  made  to  particular  passages,  and  among  them  to 
the  simile  of  the  sun  eclipsed  in  the  first  book,  yet  the  license 
was  granted  ;  and  he  sold  his  copy,  April  27,  1667,  to  Samuel 
Simmons,  fur  an  immediate  payment  of  five  pounds,  with  a  stip- 
ulation to  receive  five  pounds  more  when  thirteen  hundred  should 
be  sold  of  the  first  edition  ;  and  again,  five  pounds  after  the  sale 
of  the  same  number  of  the  second  edition  ;  and  another  five 
pounds  after  the  same  sale  of  the  third.  None  of  the  three 
editions  were  to  be  extended  beyond  fifteen  hundred  copies. 

The  first  edition  was  ten  books,  in  a  small  quarto.  The  titles 
were  varied  from  year  to  year  ;  and  an  advertisement  and  the 
arguments  of  the  books  were  omitted  in  some  copies,  andinsert- 
ed  in  others. 

The  sale  gave  him  in  two  years  a  right  to  his  second  payment, 
for  which  the  receipt  was  signed  April  26,  1669.  The  second 
edition  was  not  given  till  1674  ;  it  was  printed  in  small  octavo  ; 
and  the  number  of  books  was  increased  to  twelve,  by  a  division 
of  the  seventh  and  twelfth  ;  and  some  other  small  improvements 
were  made.  The  third  edition  was  published  in  1678  ;  and  the 
widow,  to  whom  the  copy  was  then  to  devolve,  sold  all  her  claims 
to  Simmons  for  eight  pounds,  according  to  her  receipt  given 
Dec.  21,  1680.  Simmons  had  already  agreed  to  transfer  the 
whole  right  to  Brabazon  Aylmer  for  twenty  five  pounds  ;  and 
Aylmer  sold  to  Jacob  Tonson  half,  August  17,  1683,  and  half, 
March  24,  1690,  at  a  price  considerably  enlarged.  In  the  his- 
tory of  Paradise  Lost  a  deduction  thus  minute  will  rather  gratify 
than  fatigue. 

The  slow  sale  and  tardy  reputation  of  this  poem  have  been 
always  mentioned  as  evidences  of  neglected  merit,  and  of  the 
uncertainty  of  literary  fame  ;  and  inquiries  have  been  made,  and 
conjectures  offered,  about  the  causes  of  its  long  obscurity  and 
late  reception.  But  has  the  case  been  truly  stated  ?  Have  not 
lamentation  and  wonder  been  lavished  on  an  evil  that  was  never 
felt? 

That  in  the  reigns  of  Charles  and  James  the   Paradise  Lo&f 

received  no  public  acclamations,  is  readily  confessed.     Wit  and 

literature  were  on  the  side  of  the  court  ;  and  who  that  solicited 


LIFE  OF  MILTON. 

favour  or  fashion  would  venture  to  praise  the  defender  of  the 
regicides  ?  All  that  he  himself  could  think  his  due,  from  mil 
tongues  in  evil  days,  was  that  reverential  silence  which  was  gen- 
erously preserved.  But  it  cannot  be  inferred,  that  his  poem  was 
not.  read,  or  not,  however  unwillingly,  admired. 

The  sale,  if  it  be  considered,  will  justify  the  public.  Those 
who  have  no  power  to  judge  of  past  times  but  by  their  own? 
should  always  doubt  their  conclusions.  The  call  for  books  was 
not  in  Milton's  age  what  it  is  in  the  present.  To  read  was  not  then 
a  general  amusement ;  neither  traders,  nor  often  gentlemen, 
thought  themselves  disgraced  by  ignorance.  The  women  had 
not  then  aspired  to  literature,  nor  was  every  house  supplied  wiih 
a  closet  of  knowledge.  Those,  indeed,  who  professed  learning^ 
were  not  less  learned  than  at  any  other  time  ;  but  of  that  middle 
race  of  students  who  read  for  pleasure  or  accomplishment,  and 
who  buy  the  numerous  products  of  modern  typography,  the 
number  was  then  comparatively  small.  To  prove  the  paucity  of 
readers,  it  may  be  sufficient  to  remark,  that  the  nation  had  been 
satisfied,  from  1623  to  1664,  that  is,  forty  one  years,  with  only 
two  editions  of  the  works  of  Shakespeare,  which  probably  did  not 
together  make  one  thousand  copies. 

The  sale  of  thirteen  hundred  copies  in  two  years,  in  opposition  to 
so  much  recent  enmity,  and  to  a  style  of  versification  new  to  all  and 
disgusting  to  many,  was  an  uncommon  example  of  the  prevalence 
of  genius.  The  demand  did  not  immediately  increase  ;  for  many 
more  readers  than  were  supplied  at  first  the  nation  did  not  afford. 

Only  three  thousand  were  sold  in  eleven  years  ;  for  it  forced 
its  way  without  assistance  ;  its  admirers  did  not  dare  to  publish 
their  opinion  ;  and  the  opportunities  now  given  of  attracting 
notice  by  advertisements  were  then  very  few  ;  the  means  of  pro- 
claiming the  publication  of  new  books  have  been  produced  by  that 
general  literature  which  now  pervades  the  nation  through  all  its 

ranks. 

But  the  reputation  and  price  of  the  copy  still  advanced,  till  the 
revolution  put  an  end  to  the  secrecy  of  love,  and  Paradise  Lose 
broke  into  open  view  with  sufficient  security  of  kind  reception. 

Fancy  can  hardly  forbear  to  conjecture  with  what  temper  Milton 
surveyed  the  silent  progress  of  his  work,  and  marked  his  reputation 
stealing  its  way  in  a  kind  of  subterraneous  current  through  fear  and 


96  UM;  OF  .MILTON. 

silence.  I  cannot  but  conceive  him  calm  and  confident,  liltle  dis- 
appointed, not  at  all  dejected,  relying  on  his  own  merit  with  steady 
consciousness,  and  waiting,  without  impatience,  the  vicissitudes  ot 
opinion,  and  the  impartiality  of  a  future  generation. 

In  the  mean  time  he  continued  his  studies,  and  supplied  the 
want  of  sight  by  a  very  odd  expedient,  of  which  Philips  gives  the 
following  account. 

Mr.  Philips  tells  us,  "  that  though  our  author  had  daily  about 
him  one  or  other  to  read,  some  persons  of  man's  estate,  who,  of 
their  own  accord,  greedily  catchcd  at  the  opportunity  of  being 
his  readers,  that  they  might  as  well  reap  the  benefit  of  what  they 
read  to  him,  as  oblige  him  by  the  benefit  of  their  reading  ;  and 
others  of  younger  years  were  sent  by  their  parents  to  the  same 
end  ;  yet  excusing  only  the  eldest  daughter,  by  reason  of  her 
bodily  infirmity,  and  difficult  utterance  of  speech,  which,  to  say 
truth,  I  doubt  was  the  principal  cause  of  excusing  her,  the  other 
two  were  condemned  to  the  performance  of  reading,  and  exactly 
pronouncing  of  all  the  languages  of  whatever  book  he  should,  at 
one  time  or  other,  think  fit  to  peruse,  viz.  the  Hebrew,  and  I 
think  the  Syriac,  the  Greek,  the  Latin,  the  Italian,  Spanish  and 
French.  All  which  sorts  of  books  to  be  confined  to  read,  without 
understanding  one  word,  must  needs  be  a  trial  of  patience  almost 
beyond  endurance.  Yet  it  was  endured  by  both  for  a  long  time, 
though  the  irksomeness  of  this  employment  could  not  be  always 
concealed,  but  broke  out  more  and  more  into  expressions  of  un- 
easiness ;  so  that  at  length  they  were  all,  even  the  eldest  also, 
sent  out  to  learn  some  curious  and  ingenious  sorts  of  manufacture, 
that  are  proper  for  women  to  learn,  particularly  embroideries  in 
gold  or  silver." 

In  the  scene  of  misery  which  this  mode  of  intellectual  labour 
sets  before  our  eyes,  it  is  hard  to  determine  whether  the  daugh- 
ters or  the  father  are  most  to  be  lamented.  A  language  not 
understood  can  never  be  so  read  as  to  give  pleasure,  and  very 
seldom  so  as  to  convey  meaning.  If  few  men  would  have  had 
resolution  to  write  books  with  such  embarrassments,  few  likewise 
would  have  wanted  ability  to  find  some  better  expedient. 

Three  years  after  his  Paradise  Lost,  1667,  he  published  his 
History  of  England,  comprising  the  whole  fable  of  Geoffrey  of 
Monmouth,  and  continued  to  the  Norman  invasion.  Why  he 


LIFE  OF  MILTON.  9.7 

should  have  given  the  first  part,  which  he  seems  not  to  believe, 
and  which  is  universally  rejected,  it  is  difficult  to  conjecture. 
The  style  is  harsh  ;  but  it  has  something  of  rough  vigour,  -which 
perhaps  may  often  strike,  though  it  cannot  please. 

On  this  history  the  licenser  again  fixed  his  claws,  and  before 
he  would  transmit  it  to  the  press  tore  out  several  parts.  Some 
censures  of  the  Saxon  monks  were  taken  away,  lest  they  should 
be  applied  to  the  modern  clergy  ;  and  a  character  of  the  long 
parliament  and  assembly  of  divines  was  excluded  ;  of  which  the 
author  gave  a  copy  to  the  earl  of  Anglesea,  and  which,  being  after- 
ward published,  has  been  since  inserted  in  its  proper  place. 

The  same  year  were  printed,  Paradise  Regained^  and  Samfison 
dgonistes)  a  tragedy  written  in  imitation  of  the  ancients,  and  never 
designed  by  the  author  for  the  stage.  As  these  poems  were  pub. 
lished  by  another  bookseller,  it  has  been  asked  whether  Simmons 
was  discouraged  from  receiving  them  by  the  slow  sale  of  the 
former.  Why  a  writer  changed  his  bookseller  a  hundred  years 
ago,  I  am  far  from  hoping  to  discover.  Certainly,  he  who  in 
two  years  sells  thirteen  hundred  copies  of  a  volume  in  quarto, 
bought  for  two  payments  of  five  pounds  each,  has  no  reason  to 
repent  his  purchase. 

When  Milton  showed  Paradise  Regained  to  Elwood,  "  This," 
said  he, "  is  owing  to  you  ;  for  you  put  it  in  my  head  by  the 
question  you  put  to  me  at  Chalfont,  which  otherwise  I  had  not 
thought  of." 

His  last  poetical  offspring  was  his  favourite.  lie  could  not, 
as  Elwood  relates,  endure  to  hear  Paradise  Lost  preferred  to 
Paradise  Regained.  Many  causes  may  vitiate  a  writer's  judg- 
ment of  his  own  works.  On  that  which  has  cost  him  much  labour 
he  sets  a  high  value,  because  he  is  unwilling  to  think  that  he  has 
been  diligent  in  vain  ;  what  has  been  produced  without  toilsome 
efforts  is  considered  with  delight,  as  a  proof  of  vigorous  faculties 
and  fertile  invention  ;  and  the  last  work,  whatever  it  be,  has 
necessarily  most  of  the  grace  of  novelty.  Milton,  however  it  hap- 
pened, had  this  prejudice,  and  had  it  to  himself. 

To  that  multiplicity  of  attainments,  and  extent  of  comprehen- 
sion, that  entitle  this  great  author  to  our  veneration,  may  be  added 
a  kind  of  humble  dignity,  which  did  not  disdain  the  meanest  ser- 
vices to  literature.  The  epic  poet,  the  controvert! st,  the  politician. 


LIFR  Or  Ml  I, TON. 

having  already  descended  to  accommodate  children  with  a  book 
of  rudiments,  now,  in  the  last  years  of  his  life,  composed  a  book 
of  logic,  for  the  initiation  of  students  in  philosophy  ;  and  pub- 
lished, 1 672,  Artis  Logics  jilcnior  Innfitutifj  ad  Pe.tri  Rand  ^h-lho- 
dinn  concinnata  ;  that  is,  "  A  new  scheme  of  logic,  according  to 
the  method  of  Ramus."  I  know  not  whether,  even  in  this  book' 
he  did  not  intend  an  act  of  hostility  against  the  universities  ;  for 
Ramus  was  one  of  the  first  oppugners  of  the  old  philosophy,  who 
disturbed  with  innovations  the  quiet  of  the  schools. 

His  polemical  disposition  again  revived.     He  had  now  been 
safe  so  long,  that  he  forgot  his  fears,  and  published  a  Treatise  of 
irw  religion,  heresy,  schism,  toleration,  and  the.  best  means  to  fire- 
vent  the  growth  offio/iery. 

But  this  iitlle  tract  is  modestly  written,  with  respectful  men- 
tion of  the  church  of  England,  and  an  appeal  to  the  thirty  nine 
articles.  His  principle  of  toleration  is,  agreement  in  the  suffi- 
ciency of  the  scriptures  ;  and  he  extends  it  to  all  who,  whatever 
their  opinions  are,  profess  to  derive  them  from  the  sacred  books- 
The  papists  appeal  to  other  testimonies,  and  are  therefore,  in  his 
opinion,  not  to  be  permitted  the  liberty  of  either  public  or  private 
worship  ;  for  though  they  plead  conscience,  ive  ha-ve  no  warrant^ 
he  says,  to  regard  conscience  which  in  not  grounded  in  scrifiture. 

Those  who  arc  not  convinced  by  his  reasons,  may  be  perhaps 
delighted  with  his  wit.  The  term  Roman  Catholic  is,  he  says, 
one  of  the  jwjie's  bulls  ;  it  is  particular  universal,  or  catholic  sc his- 

matic. 

He  has,  however,  something  better.  As  the  best  preserva- 
tive against  popery,  he  recommends  the  diligent  perusal  of  the 
scriptures  ;  a  duty,  from  which  he  warns  the  busy  part  of  man- 
kind not  to  think  themselves  excused. 

He  now  reprinted  his  juvenile  poems,  with  some  additions. 

In  the  last  year  of  his  life  he  sent  to  the  press,  seeming  to  take 
delight  in  publication,  a  collection  of  familiar  epistles  in  Latin  ; 
to  which,  being  too  few  to  make  a  volume,  he  added  some  aca- 
demical exercises,  which  perhaps  he  perused  with  pleasure,  as 
thev  recalled  to  his  memory  the  days  of  youth,  but  for  which 
nothing  but  veneration  for  his  name  could  now  procure  a  reader. 

When  he  had  attained  his  sixty  sixth  year,  the  gout,  with 
which  he  had  been  long  tormented,  prevailed  over  the  enfeebled 


LIFE  OF  MILTON.  99 

powers  of  nature.  He  died  by  a  quiet  and  silent  expiration, 
about  the  tenth  ot  November,  1 674,  at  his  house  in  Bunhiil  fields ; 
and  was  buried  next  his  father  in  the  chancel  of  St.  Giles  at 
Cripplegate.  His  funeral  was  very  splendidly  and  numerously 
attended. 

Upon  his  grave  there  is  supposed  to  have  been  no  memorial ; 
but  in  our  time  a  monument  has  been  erected  in  Westminster 
Abbey  To  the  author  of  Paradise  Losf,  by  Mr.  Benson,  who  has 
in  the  inscription  bestowed  more  words  upon  himself  than  upon 
Milton. 

When  the  inscription  for  the  monument  of  Philips,  in  which 
lie  was  said  to  be  soli  Milt  QUO  sccundus,  was  exhibited  to  Dr. 
Sprat,  then  dean  of  Westminster,  he  refused  to  admit  it  ;  the 
name  of  Milton  was.  in  his  opinion,  too  detestable  to  be  read  on 
the  wall  of  a  building;  dedicated  to  devotion.  Atterbury,  who 
succeeded  him,  being  author  of  the  inscription,  permitted  its  re- 
ception. "  And  such  has  been  the  change  of  public  opinion," 
said  Dr.  Gregory,  from  whom  I  heard  this  account,  "  that  I  have 
seen  erected  in  the  church  a  statue  of  that  man,  whose  name  I 
once  knew  considered  as  a  pollution  of  its  walls." 

Milton  has  the  reputation  of  having  been  in  his  youth  eminently 
beautiful,  so  as  to  have  been  called  the  lady  of  his  college.  His 
hair,  which  was  of  alight  brown,  parted  at  the  foretop,  and  hung 
down  upon  his  shoulders,  according  to  the  picture  which  he  has 
given  of  Adam.  He  was,  however,  not  of  the  heroic  stature,  but 
rather  below  the  middle  size,  according  to  Mr.  Richardson,  who 
mentions  him  as  having  narrowly  escaped  from  being  short  and 
thick.  He  %vas  vigorous  and  active,  and  delighted  in  the  exercise 
of  the  sword,  in  which  he  is  related  to  have  been  eminently  skilful. 
His  weapon  was,  I  believe,  not  the  rapier,  but  the  backsword,  of 
which  he  recommends  the  use  in  his  book  on  education. 

His  eyes  arc  said  never  to  have  been  bright ;  but,  if  he  was  a 
dexterous  fencer,  they  must  have  been  once  quick. 

His  domestic  habits,  so  far  as  they  are  known,  were  those  of  a 
severe  student.  He  drank  little  strong  drink  of  any  kin'cl,  and 
fed  without  excess  in  quantity,  and  in  his  earlier  years  without 
delicacy  of  choice.  In  hi>>  youth  he  studied  late  at  night ;  but 
afterward  changed  his  hours,  and  rested  in  bed  from  nine  to  four 
in  the  summer,  and  five  in  winter.  The  course  of  his  day  was 

VOL.  i.  14 


j.iKK  OF  .MIL.TOX 

best  known  alter  lie  was  blind.  When  he  first  rose,  he  heard  a 
chapter  in  the  Hebrew  bible,  and  then  studied  till  twelve  ;  then 
took  some  exercise  for  an  hour ;  then  dined  ;  then  played  on  the 
organ,  and  sung,  or  heard  another  sing  ;  then  studied  to  six  ; 
then  entertained  his  visitors  till  eight  ;  then  supped,  and,  after  a 
pipe  of  tobacco  and  a  glass  of  water,  went  to  bed. 

So  is  his  life  described  ;  but  this  even  tenor  appears  attain- 
able only  in  colleges.  He  that  lives  in  the  world  will  sometimes 
have  the  succession  of  his  practice  broken  and  confused.  Visit- 
ors, of  whom  Milton  is  represented  to  have  had  great  numbers, 
will  come  and  stay  unseasonably  ;  business,  of  which  every  man 
has  some,  must  be  done  when  others  will  do  it. 

When  he  did  not  care  to  rise  early,  he  had  something  read  to 
him  by  his  bedside  ;  perhaps  at  this  time  his  daughters  were 
employed.  He  composed  much  in  the  morning,  and  dictated  in 
the  day,  sitting  obliquely  in  an  elbow  chair,  with  his  leg  thrown 
over  the  arm. 

Fortune  appears  not  to  have  had  much  of  his  care.  In  the  civil 
wars  he  lent  his  personal  estate  to  the  parliament ;  but  when, 
after  the  contest  was  decided,  he  solicited  repayment,  he  met 
not  only  with  neglect,  but  sharp  rebuke  ;  and,  having  tired  both 
himself  and  his  friends,  was  given  up  to  poverty  and  hopeless 
indignation,  till  he  showed  how  able  he  was  to  do  greater  service. 

He  was  then  made  Latin  secretary,  with  two  hundred  pounds 
a  year  ;  and  had  a  thousand  pounds  for  his  Defence  of  the  people. 
His  widow,  who,  after  his  death,  retired  to  Namptwich  in  Chesh- 
ire, and  died  about  1729,  is  said  to  have  reported  that  he  lost  two 
thousand  pounds  by  intrusting  it  to  a  scrivener  ;  and  that,  in  the 
general  depredation  upon  the  church,  he  had  grasped  an  estate 
of  about  sixty  pounds  a  year  belonging  to  Westminster  Abbey, 
which,  like  other  sharers  of  the  plunder  of  rebellion,  he  was  after- 
ward obliged  to  return.  Two  thousand  pounds,  which  he  had 
placed  in  the  excise  office,  were  also  lost.  There  is  yet  no  reason 
to  believe  that  he  was  ever  reduced  to  indigence.  His  wants, 
being  few,  were  competently  supplied.  He  sold  his  library  before 
his  death,  and  left  his  family  fifteen  hundred  pounds,  on  which 
his  widow  laid  hold,  and  only  gave  one  hundred  to  each  of  his 
daughters. 


LIFE  OF  MILTC^7. 

His  literature  was  unquestionably  great.  He  read  all  the  lan- 
guages which  are  considered  either  as  learned  or  polite ;  Hebrew, 
with  its  two  dialects,  Greek,  Latin,  Italian,  French,  and  Spanish. 
In  Latin  his  skill  was  such  as  places  him  in  the  first  rank  of 
writers  and  critics  ;  and  he  appears  to  have  cultivated  Italian 
with  uncommon  diligence.  The  books  in  which  his  daughter, 
who  used  to  read  to  him,  represented  him  as  most  delighting, 
after  Homer,  which  he  could  almost  repeat,  were  Ovid's  Meta- 
morphoses and  Euripides.  His  Euripides  is,  by  Mr.  Cradock's 
kindness,  now  in  my  hands  ;  the  margin  is  sometimes  noted  ; 
but  I  have  found  nothing  remarkable. 

Of  the  English  poets  he  set  most  value  upon  Spenser,  Shake- 
speare, and  Cowley.  Spenser  was  apparently  his  favourite  ; 
Shakespeare  he  may  easily  be  supposed  to  like,  with  every 
other  skilful  reader  ;  but  I  should  not  have  expected  that  Cow- 
ley,  whose  ideas  of  excellence  were  different  from  his  own, 
would  have  had  much  of  his  approbation.  His  character  of 
Dryden,  who  sometimes  visited  him,  was,  that  he  was  a  good 
rhymist,  but  no  poet. 

His  theological  opinions  are  said  to  have  been  first  calvinisti- 
cal  ;  and  afterward,  perhaps  when  he  began  to  hate  the  presby- 
terians,  to  have  tended  toward  arminianism.  In  the  mixed 
questions  of  theology  and  government,  he  never  thinks  that  he 
can  recede  far  enough  from  popery  or  prelacy ;  but  what  Baudius 
says  of  Erasmus  seems  applicable  to  him,  magis  habuit  quod 
fugeret,  quam  quod  sequeretur.  He  had  determined  rather  what 
to  condemn,  than  what  to  approve.  He  has  not  associated  him- 
self with  any  denomination  of  protestants  ;  we  know  rather  what 
he  was  not,  than  what  he  was.  He  was  not  of  the  church  of 
Rome  ;  he  was  not  of  the  church  of  England. 

To  be  of  no  church  is  dangerous.  Religion,  of  which  the 
rewards  are  distant,  and  which  is  animated  only  by  faith  and 
hope,  will  glide  by  degrees  out  of  the  mind,  unless  it  be  invigo- 
rated and  reimpressecl  by  external  ordinances,  by  stated  calls  to 
worship,  and  the  salutary  influence  of  example.  Milton,  who 
appears  to  have  had  full  conviction  of  the  truth  of  Christianity, 
and  to  have  regarded  the  holy  scriptures  with  the  profoundest 
veneration,  to  have  been  untainted  by  an  heretical  peculiarity  of 
opinion,  and  to  have  lived  in  a  confirmed  belief  of  the  immediate 
and  occasional  agency  of  Providence,  yet  grew  old  without  any 


102  LU  E  OF  .MILTON". 

visible  worship.     In  the  distribution  of  his  huuib,  there  was  no 
hour  of  prayer,  cither  solitary,  or  with  his  household  ;  omitthr 
public  prayers,  he  omitted  all. 

Of  this  omission  the  reason  has  been  sought  upon  a  supposition, 
which  ought  never  to  be  made,  that  men  live  with  their  own 
approbation,  and  justify  their  conduct  to  themselves.  Prayer 
certainly  was  not  thought  superfluous  by  him,  who  represents 
our  first  parents  as  praying  acceptably  in  the  state  of  innocence? 
and  efficaciously  after  their  fall.  That  he  lived  without  prayer 
can  hardly  be  affirmed  ;  his  studies  and  meditations  were  an 
habitual  prayer.  The  neglect  of  it  in  his  family  was  probably  a 
fault  for  which  he  condemned  himself,  and  which  he  intended 
to  con  ec.t,  but  that  death,  as  too  often  happens,  intercepted  his 
reformation. 

His  political  notions  were  those  of  an  acrimonious  and  surly 
republican,  for  which  it  is  not  known  that  he  gave  any  better 
reason  than  that  a  popular  government  was  the  most  frugal ;  for 
the  trafiftivgs  of  a  monarchy  would  set  ufi  an  ordinary  common- 
wealth. It  is  surely  very  shallow  policy,  that  supposes  money  to 
be  the  chief  good  ;  and  even  this,  without  considering  that  the 
support  and  expense  of  a  court  is,  for  the  most  part,  only  a  par- 
ticular kind  of  traffic,  by  which  money  is  circulated,  without  any 
national  impoverishment. 

Milton's  republicanism  was,  I  am  afraid,  founded  in  an  envious 
hatred  of  greatness,  and  a  sullen  desire  of  independence  ;  in 
petulance  impatient  of  control,  and  pride  disdainful  of  superi- 
ority. He  hated  monarchs  in  the  state,  and  prelates  in  the 
church  ;  for  he  hated  all  whom  he  was  required  to  obey.  It  is 
to  be  suspected,  that  his  predominant  desire  was  to  destroy  rather 
than  establish,  and  that  he  felt  not  so  much  the  love  of  liberty  as 
repugnance  to  authority. 

It  has  been  observed,  that  they  who  most  loudly  clamour  for 
liberty  do  not  most  liberally  grant  it.  What  we  know  of  Milton's 
character,  in  domestic  relations,  is,  that  he  was  severe  and  arbi- 
trary. His  family  consisted  of  women  ;  and  there  appears  in 
his  books  something  like  a  Turkish  contempt  of  females,  as  sub- 
ordinate and  inferior  beings.  That  his  own  daughters  might  not 
break  the  ranks,  he  suffered  them  to  be  depressed  by  a  mean 
and  penurious  education.  He  thought  woman  made  only  for 
obedience,  and  man  only  for  rebellion, 


LIFE  OF  MILTON.  103 

Of  his  family  some  account  may  be  expected.  His  sister,  first 
married  to  Mr.  Philips,  afterward  married  Mr.  Agar,  a  friend 
of  her  first  husband,  who  succeeded  him  in  the  crown  office.  She 
had  by  her  first  husband,  Edward  and  John,  the  two  nephews 
whom  Milton  educated  ;  and  by  her  second,  two  daughters. 

His  brother,  sir  Christopher,  had  two  daughters,  Mary  and 
Catharine  ;*  and  a  son,  Thomas,  who  succeeded  Agar  in  the 
crown  office,  and  left  a  daughter  living  in  1749  in  Grosvenor 
street. 

Milton  had  children  only  by  his  first  wife  ;  Anne,  Mary,  and 
Deborah.  Anne,  though  deformed,  married  a  master  builder, 
and  died  of  her  first  child.  Mary  died  single.  Deborah  mar- 
ried Abraham  Clark,  a  weaver  in  Spitalfields,  and  lived  seventy 
six  years,  to  August  1727.  This  is  the  daughter  of  whom  pub- 
lic mention  has  been  made.  She  could  repeat  the  first  lines  of 
Homer,  the  Metamorphoses,  and  some  of  Euripides,  by  having 
often  read  them.  Yet  here  incredulity  is  ready  to  make  a  stand- 
Many  repetitions  are  necessary  to  fix  in  the  memory  lines  not 
understood  ;  and  why  should  Milton  wish  or  want  to  hear  them 
so  often  ?  These  lines  were  at  the  beginning  of  the  poems.  Of 
a  book  written  in  a  language  not  understood,  the  beginning  raises 
no  more  attention  than  the  end  ;  and  as  those  that  understand  it 
know  commonly  the  beginning  best,  its  rehearsal  will  seldom  be 
necessary.  It  is  not  likely  that  Milton  required  any  passage  to 
be  so  much  repeated  as  that  his  daughter  could  learn  it ;  nor 
likely  that  he  desired  the  initial  lines  to  be  read  at  all  ;  nor  that 
the  daughter,  weary  of  the  drudgery  of  pronouncing  unideal 
sounds,  would  voluntarily  commit  them  to  memory. 

To  this  gentlewoman  Addison  made  a  present,  and  promised 
some  establishment ;  but  died  soon  after.  Queen  Caroline  sent 
her  fifty  guineas.  She  had  seven  sons  and  three  daughters  ;  but 
none  of  them  had  any  children,  except  her  son  Caleb  and  her  daugh- 
ter Elizabeth.  Caleb  went  to  fort  St.  George  in  the  East  Indies, 

*  Both  these  persons  were  living  at  Holloway  about  the  year  1734,  and  at 
that  time  possessed  such  a  degree  of  health  and  strength  as  enabled  them 
on  Sundays  and  prayer  days  to  walk  a  mile  up  a  steep  hiil  to  Hig-hgate 
chapel.  One  of  them  was  ninety  two  at  the  time  of  her  death.  Tlieir  par- 
entage Y\-RS  known  to  few,  and  their  names  Avere  corrupted  into  ]\lelfon. 
By  the  crown  office,  mentioned  in  the  two  last  paragraphs,  we  are  to  IT. 
derstand  the  crown  office  of  thr  court  of  chanccrv.  IT 


104  U1/E  OF  MILTON. 

and  had  two  sons  of  whom  nothing  is  now  known.  Elizabeth 
married  Thomas  Foster,  a  weaver  in  Spitalfields ;  and  had  seven 
children,  who  all  died.  She  kept  a  petty  grocer's  or  chandler's 
shop,  first  at  liolloway,  and  afterward  in  Cock  lane,  near  Shore- 
ditch  church.  She  knew  little  of  her  grandfather,  and  that  little 
was  not  good.  She  told  of  his  harshness  to  his  daughters,  and 
his  refusal  to  have  them  taught  to  write  ;  and,  in  opposition  to 
other  accounts,  represented  him  as  delicate,  though  temperate, 
in  his  diet. 

In  1750,  April  5,  Comus  was  played  for  her  benefit.  She  had 
so  little  acquaintance  with  diversion  or  gaiety,  that  she  did  not 
know  what  was  intended  when  a  benefit  was  offered  her.  The 
profits  of  the  night  were  only  one  hundred  and  thirty  pounds, 
though  Dr.  Newton  brought  a  large  contribution  ;  and  twenty 
pounds  were  given  by  Ton  son,  a  man  who  is  to  be  praised  as  often 
as  he  is  named.  Of  this  sum  one  hundred  pounds  were  placed  in 
the  stocks,  after  some  debate  between  her  and  her  husband  in 
whose  name  it  should  be  entered  ;  and  the  rest  augmented  their 
little  stock,  with  which  they  removed  to  Islington.  This  was 
the  greatest  benefaction  that  Paradise  Lost  ever  procured  the 
author's  descendants  ;  and  to  this  he  who  has  now  attempted  to 
relate  his  life,  had  the  honour  of  contributing  a  prologue.* 


IN  the  examination  of  Milton's  poetical  works,  I  shall  pay  so 
much  regard  to  time  as  to  begin  with  his  juvenile  productions. 
For  his  early  pieces  he  seems  to  have  had  a  degree  of  fondness 
not  very  laudable  ;  what  he  has  once  written  he  resolves  to  pre- 
serve, and  gives  to  the  public  an  unfinished  poem,  which  he 
broke  off  because  he  was  nothing  satisfied  with  what  he  had  donej 
supposing  his  readers  less  nice  than  himself.  These  preludes 
to  his  future  labours  arc  in  Italian,  Latin,  and  English.  Of  the 
Italian  I  cannot  pretend  to  speak  as  a  critic  ;  but  I  have  heard 
them  commended  by  a  man  well  qualified  to  decide  their  merit. 
The  Latin  pieces  arc  lusciously  elegant ;  but  the  delight  which 
they  afford  is  rather  by  the  exquisite  imitation  of  the  ancient 
writers,  by  the  purity  of  the  diction,  and  the  harmony  of  the  num- 
bers, than  by  any  power  of  invention,  or  vigour  of  sentiment.  They 

*  Johnson's  Works,  Vol.  I. 


LIFE  OF  M1LTOX.  105 

are  not  all  of  equal  value  ;  the  elegies  excel  the  odes ;  and  some 
ef  the  exercises  on  gunpowder  treason  might  have  been  spared. 

The  English  poems,  though  they  make  no  promises  of  Para- 
dise Lost,*  have  this  evidence  of  genius,  that  they  have  a  cast 
original  and  unborrowed.  But  their  peculiarity  is  not  excellence ; 
if  they  differ  from  verses  of  others,  they  differ  for  the  worse  ;  for 
they  are  too  often  distinguished  by  repulsive  harshness  ;  the  com. 
bination  of  words  are  new,  but  they  are  not  pleasing  ;  the  rhymes 
and  epithets  seem  to  be  laboriously  sought,  and  violently  applied. 

That  in  the  early  parts  of  his  life  he  wrote  with  much  care 
appears  from  his  manuscripts,  happily  preserved  at  Cambridge, 
in  which  many  of  his  smaller  works  are  found  as  they  were  first 
written,  with  the  subsequent  corrections.  Such  relics  show  how 
excellence  is  acquired  ;  what  we  hope  ever  to  do  with  ease  we 
must  learn  first  to  do  with  diligence. 

Those  who  admire  the  beauties  of  this  great  poet,  sometimes 
force  their  own  judgment  into  false  approbation  of  his  little  pieces, 
and  prevail  upon  themselves  to  think  that  admirable  which  is 
only  singular.  All  that  short  compositions  can  commonly  attain, 
is  neatness  and  elegance.  Milton  never  learned  the  art  of  doing 
little  things  with  grace  ;  he  overlooked  the  milder  excellence  of 
suavity  and  softness ;  he  was  a  lion  that  had  no  skill  in  dandling 
the  kid* 

One  of  the  poems  on  which  much  praise  has  been  bestowed 
is  Lycidas  ;  of  which  the  diction  is  harsh,  the  rhymes  uncertain, 
and  the  numbers  unpleasing.  What  beauty  there  is,  we  must 
therefore  seek  in  the  sentiments  and  images.  It  is  not  to  be 
considered  as  the  effusion  of  real  passion  ;  for  passion  runs  not 
after  remote  allusions  and  obscure  opinions.  Passion  plucks  no 
berries  from  the  myrtle  and  ivy,  nor  calls  upon  Arethusa  and 
Mincius,  nor  tells  of  rough  satyrs  and  fauns  with  cloven  heel. 
Where  there  is  leisure  for  fiction,  there  is  little  grief. 

In  this  poem  there  is  no  nature,  for  there  is  no  truth  ;  there 
is  no  art,  for  there  is  nothing  new.  Its  form  is  that  of  a  pastoral, 
easy,  vulgar,  and  therefore  disgusting  ;  whatever  images  it  can 
supply  are  long  ago  exhausted  ;  and  its  inherent  improbability 
always  forces  dissatisfaction  on  the  mind.  When  Cowley  tells  of 

*  With  the  exception  of  Comus,  in  which,  Dr.  Johnson  afterward  says., 
lanay  very  plainly  he  discovered  the  dawn  or  twilight  of  Paradise  I,o«it.  f 


106  I.U-E  OF  MILTON. 

Ilervcy,  that  Uicy  studied  together,  it  is  easy  to  suppose  how 
much  he  must  miss  the  companion  of  his  labours,  and  the  part- 
ner of  his  discoveries  ;  but  what  image  of  tenderness  can  be  ex- 
cited by  these  lines  ? 

"  We  drove  a  field,  and  both  together  heard 
What  time  the  grey  fly  winds  her  sultry  horn, 
Battening  our  Hocks  with  the  fresh  dews  of  night." 

We  know  that  they  never  drove  a  field,  and  that  they  had  no 
flocKs  to  batten  ;  and  though  it  be  allowed  that  the  representation 
may  be  allegorical,  the  true  meaning  is  so  uncertain  and  remote, 
that  it  is  never  sought,  because  it  cannot  be  known  when  it  is 
found. 

Among  the  flocks,  and  copses,  and  flowers,  appear  the  heathen 
deities  ;  Jove  and  Phoebus,  Neptune  and  TEolus,  with  a  long  train 
of  mythological  imagery,  such  as  a  college  easily  supplies.  Noth- 
ing can  less  display  knowledge,  or  less  exercise  invention,  than 
to  tell  how  a  shepherd  has  lost  his  companion,  and  must  now 
feed  his  flocks  alone,  without  any  judge  of  his  skill  in  piping  ; 
and  how  one  god  asks  another  god  what  is  become  of  Lycidas, 
and  how  neither  god  can  tell.  He  who  thus  grieves  will  excite 
no  sympathy  ;  he  who  thus  praises  will  confer  no  honour. 

This  poem  has  yet  a  grosser  fault.  With  these  trifling  fictions 
are  mingled  the  most  awful  and  sacred  truths,  such  as  ought 
never  to  be  polluted  with  such  irreverend  combinations.  The 
shepherd  likewise  is  now  a  feeder  of  sheep,  and  afterward  an 
ecclesiastical  pastor,  a  superintendant  of  a  Christian  flock.  Such 
equivocations  are  always  unskilful ;  but  here  they  are  indecent* 
and  at  least  approach  to  impiety,  of  which,  however,  I  believe 
the  writer  not  to  have  been  conscious. 

Such  is  the  power  of  reputation  justly  acquired,  that  its  blaze 
drives  away  the  eye  from  nice  examination.  Surely  no  mail 
could  have  fancied  that  he  read  Lijcidas  with  pleasure,  had  he 
not  known  its  author. 

Of  the  two  pieces,  U  Allegro  and  //  Pcnscroso^  I  believe  opin- 
ion is  uniform  ;  every  man  that  reads  them,  reads  them  with 
pleasure.  The  author's  design  is  not,  what  Theobald  has  re- 
marked, merely  to  show  how  objects  derive  their  colours  from 
the  mind,  by  representing  the  operation  of  the  same  things  upon 
the  gay  and  the  melancholy  temper,  or  upon  the  same  man  as 


LIFE  OF  MILTON.  107 

he  is  differently  disposed  ;  but  rather  how,  among  the  successive 
variety  of  appearances,  every  disposition  of  mind  takes  hold  on 
those  by  which  it  may  be  gratified. 

The  cheerful  man  hears  the  lark  in  the  morning  ;  the  fiensive 
man  hears  the  nightingale  in  the  evening.  The  cheerful  man 
sees  the  cock  strut,  and  hears  the  horn  and  hounds  echo  in  the 
wood  ;  then  walks  not  unseen  to  observe  the  glory  of  the  rising 
sun,  or  listen  to  the  sing-ing  milkmaid,  and  view  the  labours  of 
the  ploughman  and  the  mower  ;  then  casts  his  eyes  about  him 
over  scenes  of  smiling  plenty,  and  looks  up  to  the  distant  tower, 
the  residence  of  some  fair  inhabitant ;  thus  he  pursues  rural 
gaiety  through  a  day  of  labour  or  of  play,  and  delights  himself  at 
night  with  the  fanciful  narratives  of  superstitious  ignorance.' 

The  pensive  man,  at  one  time,  walks  unseen  to  muse  at  mid- 
night ;  and  at  another  hears  the  sullen  curfew.  If  the  weather 
drives  him  home,  he  sits  in  a  room  lighted  only  by  glowing  embers; 
or  by  a  lonely  lamp  outwatches  the  north  star,  to  discover  the 
habitation  of  separate  souls,  and  varies  the  shades  of  meditation, 
by  contemplating  the  magnificent  or  pathetic  scenes  of  tragic 
and  epic  poetry.  When  the  morning  comes,  a  morning  gloomy 
with  rain  and  wind,  he  walks  into  the  dark  trackless  woods,  falls 
asleep  by  some  murmuring  water,  and  with  melancholy  enthusi- 
asm expects  some  dream  of  prognostication,  or  some  music  play- 
ed by  aerial  performers. 

Both  mirth  and  melancholy  are  solitary,  silent  inhabitants  of 
the  breast,  that  neither  receive  nor  transmit  communication  ;  no 
mention  is  therefore  made  of  a  philosophical  friend,  or  a  pleasant 
companion.  The  seriousness  does  not  arise  from  any  participa- 
tion of  calamity,  nor  the  gaiety  from  the  pleasures  of  the  bottle. 

The  man  of  cheerfulness,  having  exhausted  the  country,  tries 
what  towered  cities  will  afford,  and  mingles  with  scenes  of  splen- 
dour, gay  assemblies,  and  nuptial  festivities  ;  but  he  mingles  a 
mere  spectator,  as,  when  the  learned  comedies  of  Jonson,  or  the 
wild  dramas  of  Shakespeare  are  exhibited,  he  attends  the  theatre. 

The  jiensive  man  never  loses  himself  in  crowds,  but  walks  the 
cloister,  or  frequents  the  cathedral.  Milton  probably  had  not  yet 
forsaken  the  church. 

Both  his  characters  delight  in  music  ;  but  he  seems  to  think 
that  cheerful  notes  would  have  obtained  from  Pluto  a  complete 
VOL.  i.  15 


IUS  LIFH  OF  MILTON. 

dismission  of  F.urydicc,  of  whom  solemn  sounds  only  procured  a 
conditional  release. 

For  the  old  age  of  cheerfulness  he  makes  no  provision  ;  but 
melancholy  he  conducts  with  great  dignity  to  the  close  of  life. 
His  cheerfulness  is  without  levity,  and  his  pensiveness  \vithout 
asperity. 

Through  these  two  poems  the  images  are  properly  selected, 
and  nicely  distinguished  ;  but  the  colours  of  the  diction  seem  not 
sufficiently  discriminated.  I  know  not  whether  the  characters 
are  kept  sufficiently  apart.  No  mirth  can,  indeed,  be  found  in 
his  melancholy  ;  but  I  am  afraid  that  I  always  meet  some  melan- 
choly in  his  mirth.  They  are  two  noble  efforts  of  imagination.* 

The  greatest  of  his  juvenile  performances  is  the  Ma.uk  of 
Comus,  in  which  may  very  plainly  be  discovered  the  dawn  or 
twilight  of  Paradise  Lost.  Milton  appears  to  have  formed  very 
early  that  system  of  diction,  and  mode  of  verse,  which  his  ma- 
turer  judgment  approved,  and  from  which  he  never  endeavoured 
nor  desired  to  deviate. 

Nor  does  Comus  afford  only  a  specimen  of  his  language  ;  it  ex- 
hibits likewise  his  power  of  description  and  his  vigour  of  senti- 
ment, employed  in  the  praise  and  defence  of  virtue.  A  work 
more  truly  poetical  is  rarely  found ;  allusions,  images,  and  de- 
scriptive epithets,  embellish  almost  every  period  with  lavish 
decoration.  As  a  series  of  lines,  therefore,  it  may  be  considered 
as  worthy  of  all  the  admiration  with  which  the  votaries  have  re- 
ceived it. 

As  a  drama  it  is  deficient.  The  action  is  not  probable.  A 
mask,  in  those  parts  where  supernatural  intervention  is  admitted, 
must  indeed  be  given  up  to  all  the  freaks  of  imagination  ;  but, 
so  far  as  the  action  is  merely  human,  it  ought  to  be  reasonable, 
which  can  hardly  be  said  of  the  conduct  of  the  two  brothers  ; 
who,  when  their  sister  sinks  with  fatigue  in  a  pathless  wilderness, 

*  .Mr.  Warton  intimates,  and  there  can  be  little  doubt  of  the  truth  of  his 
conjecture,  that  Milton  borrowed  many  of  the  images  in  these  two  fine  po- 
ems from  "  Burton's  Anatomy  of  Melancholy,"  a  book  published  in  1621, 
and  at  sundry  times  since,  abounding  in  learning,  curious  information,  and 
pleasantry.  Mr.  Warton  says,  that  Milton  appears  to  have  been  an  atten- 
tive reader  thereof;  and  to  this  assertion  I  add,  of  my  own  knowledge,  that 
it  was  a  book  that  Dr.  Johnson  frequently  resorted  to,  as  many  others  have 
done,  for  amusement  after  the  fatigue  of  study.  II. 


LIFE  OF  MILTON.  109 

Wander  both  away  together  in  search  of  berries  too  far  to  find 
their  way  back,  and  leave  a  helpless  lady  to  all  the  sadness  and 
danger  of  solitude.  This,  however,  is  a  defect  overbalanced  by 
its  convenience. 

What  deserves  more  reprehension  is,  that  the  prologue  spoken 
in  the  wild  wood  by  the  attendant  spirit  is  addressed  to  the  audi- 
ence ;  a  mode  of  communication  so  contrary  to  the  nature  of 
dramatic  representation,  that  no  precedents  can  support  it. 

The  discourse  of  the  spirit  is  too  long  ;  an  objection  that  may 
be  made  to  almost  all  the  following  speeches  ;  they  have  not  the 
sprightliness  of  a  dialogue  animated  by  reciprocal  contention, 
but  seem  rather  declamations  deliberately  composed,  and  formal- 
ly repeated,  on  a  moral  question.  The  auditor  therefore  listens 
as  to  a  lecture,  without  passion,  without  anxiety. 

The  song  of  Comus  has  airiness  and  jollity ;  but,  what  may 
recommend  Milton's  morals  as  well  as  his  poetry,  the  invitations 
to  pleasure  are  so  general,  that  they  excite  no  distinct  images 
of  corrupt  enjoyment,  and  take  no  dangerous  hold  on  the  fancy. 

The  following  soliloquies  of  Comus  and  the  lady  are  elegant, 
but  tedious.  The  song  must  owe  much  to  the  voice  if  it  ever 
can  delight.  At  last  the  brothers  enter,  with  too  much  tranquil- 
lity ;  and,  when  they  have  feared  lest  their  sister  should  be  in 
clanger,  and  hoped  that  she  is  not  in  danger,  the  elder  makes 
a  speech  in  praise  of  chastity,  and  the  younger  finds  how  fine  it 
is  to  be  a  philosopher. 

Then  descends  the  spirit  in  the  form  of  a  shepherd  ;  and  the 
brother,  instead  of  being  in  haste  to  ask  his  help,  praises  his 
singing,  and  inquires  his  business  in  that  place.  It  is  remarka- 
ble, that  at  this  interview  the  brother  is  taken  with  a  short  fit  of 
rhyming.  The  spirit  relates  that  the  lady  is  in  the  power  of 
Comus  ;  the  brother  moralizes  again  ;  and  the  spirit  makes  a 
long  narration  of  no  use  because  it  is  false,  and  therefore  un- 
suitable to  a  good  being. 

In  all  these  parts  the  language  is  poetical,  and  the  sentiments 
are  generous  ;  but  there  is  something  wanting  to  allure  attention. 

The  dispute  between  the  lady  and  Comus  is  the  most  animat- 
ed and  affecting  scene  of  the  drama,  and  wants  nothing  but  a 
brisker  reciprocation  of  objections  and  replies  to  invite  attention 
and  detain  it. 


110  LIFE  OF  MILTON 

The  songs  arc  vigorous,  and  full  of  imagery  ;  but  they  arc 
harsh  in  their  diction,  and  not  very  musical  in  their  numbers. 

Throughout  the  whole,  the  figures  are  too  bold,  and  the  lan- 
guage too  luxuriant  for  dialogue.  It  is  a  drama  in  the  epic 
style,  inelegantly  splendid,  and  tediously  instructive. 

The  Sonnets  were  written  in  different  parts  of  Milton's  life, 
upon  different  occasions.  They  deserve  not  any  particular  crit- 
icism ;  for  of  the  best  it  can  only  be  said,  that  they  are  not  bad  ; 
and  perhaps  only  the  eighth  and  the  twenty  first  are  truly  enti- 
tled to  this  slender  commendation.  The  fabric  of  a  sonnet,  how- 
ever adapted  to  the  Italian  language,  has  never  succeeded  in  ours, 
which,  having  greater  variety  of  termination,  requires  the  rhymes 
to  be  often  changed. 

Those  little  pieces  may  be  despatched  without  much  anxiety  ; 
a  greater  work  calls  for  greater  care.  I  am  now  to  examine 
Paradise  Lost  ;  a  poem,  which,  considered  with  respect  to  de- 
sign, may  claim  the  first  place,  and  with  respect  to  performance, 
the  second,  among  the  productions  of  the  human  mind. 

By  the  general  consent  of  critics,  the  first  praise  of  genius  is 
due  to  the  writer  of  an  epic  poem,  as  it  requires  an  assemblage 
of  all  the  powers  which  are  singly  sufficient  for  other  composi- 
tions. Poetry  is  the  art  of  uniting  pleasure  with  truth,  by  calling 
imagination  to  the  help  of  reason.  Epic  poetry  undertakes  to 
teach  the  most  important  truths  by  the  most  pleasing  precepts, 
and  therefore  relates  some  great  event  in  the  most  affecting 
manner.  History  must  supply  the  writer  with  the  rudiments  of 
narration,  which  he  must  improve  and  exalt  by  a  nobler  art, 
must  animate  by  dramatic  energy,  and  diversify  by  retrospection 
and  anticipation  ;  morality  must  teach  him  the  exact  bounds,  and 
different  shades,  of  vice  and  virtue  ;  from  policy,  and  the  prac- 
tice of  life,  he  has  to  learn  the  discriminations  of  character,  and 
the  tendency  of  the  passions,  either  single  or  combined ;  and 
physiology  must  supply  him  with  illustrations  and  images.  To 
put  these  materials  to  poetical  use,  is  required  an  imagination 
capable  of  painting  nature,  and  realizing  fiction.  Nor  is  he  yet 
a  poet,  till  he  has  attained  the  whole  extcntion  of  his  language, 
distinguished  all  the  delicacies  of  phrase,  and  all  the  colours  of 
•words,  and  learned  to  adjust  their  different  sounds  to  all  the  va- 
rieties of  metrical  modulation. 


LIFE  OF  MILTON.  Ill 

Bossu  is  of  opinion  that  the  poet's  first  work  is  to  find  a  moral, 
which  his  fable  is  afterward  to  illustrate  and  establish.  This 
seems  to  have  been  the  process  only  of  Milton  ;  the  moral  of 
other  poems  is  incidental  and  consequent ;  in  Milton's  only  it  is 
essential  and  intrinsic.  His  purpose  was  the  most  useful  and 
the  most  arduous  ;  to  vindicate  the  ~i-ays  of  God  to  man  ;  to  show 
the  reasonableness  of  religion,  and  the  necessity  of  obedience  to 
the  divine  law. 

To  convey  this  moral,  there  must  be  a  fable,  a  narration  art- 
fully constructed,  so  as  to  excite  curiosity,  and  surprise  expecta- 
tion. In  this  part  of  his  work,  Milton  must  be  confessed  to  have 
equalled  every  other  poet.  He  has  involved  in  his  account  of 
the  fall  of  man,  the  events  which  preceded,  and  those  that  were 
to  follow  it ;  he  has  interwoven  the  whole  system  of  theology 
with  such  propriety,  that  every  part  appears  to  be  necessary  ;  and 
scarcely  any  recital  is  wished  shorter  for  the  sake  of  quickening 
the  progress  of  the  main  action. 

The  subject  of  an  epic  poem  is  naturally  an  event  of  great 
importance.  That  of  Milton  is  not  the  destruction  of  a  city,  the 
conduct  of  a  colony,  or  the  foundation  of  an  empire.  His  subject 
is  the  fate  of  worlds,  the  revolutions  of  heaven  and  of  earth  ;  re- 
bellion against  the  supreme  King,  raised  by  the  highest  order  of 
created  beings  ;  the  overthrow  of  their  host,  and  the  punishment 
of  their  crime  ;  the  creation  of  a  new  race  of  reasonable  creatures » 
their  original  happiness  and  innocence,  their  forfeiture  of  immor- 
tality, and  their  restoration  to  hope  and  peace. 

Great  events  can  be  hastened  or  retarded  only  by  persons  of 
elevated  dignity.  Before  the  greatness  displayed  in  Milton's 
poem,  all  other  greatness  shrinks  away.  The  weakest  of  his 
agents  are  the  highest  and  noblest  of  human  beings,  the  original 
parents  of  mankind  ;  with  whose  actions  the  elements  consented  ; 
on  whose  rectitude,  or  deviation  of  will,  depended  the  state  of 
terrestrial  nature,  and  the  condition  of  all  the  future  inhabitants 
of  the  globe. 

Of  the  other  agents  in  the  poem,  the  chief  are  such  as  it  is 
irreverence  to  name  on  slight  occasions.  The  rest  were  lower 
powers  ; 

oF  which  the  least  could  wield 
Those  elements,  and  arm  him  wifh  the 
Of  all  their  regions ; 


112  LIFE  OF  MILTON. 

powers,  which  only  the  control  of  Omnipotence  restrains  from 
laying  creation  waste,  and  filling  the  vast  expanse  of  space  with 
ruin  and  confusion.  To  display  the  motives  and  actions  of  beings 
thus  superior,  so  far  as  human  reason  can  examine  them,  or 
human  imagination  represent  them,  is  the  task  which  this  mighty 
poet  has  undertaken  and  performed. 

In  the  examination  of  epic  poems  much  speculation  is  com- 
monly employed  upon  the  character*.  The  characters  in  the 
Paradise  Lost,  which  admit  of  examination,  are  those  of  angels 
and  of  man  ;  of  angels  good  and  evil ;  of  man  in  his  innocent 
and  sinful  state. 

Among  the  angels,  the  virtue  of  Raphael  is  mild  and  placid,  of 
easy  condescension  and  free  communication  ;  that  of  Michael  is 
regal  and  lofty,  and,  as  may  seem,  attentive  to  the  dignity  of  his 
own  nature.  Abdiel  and  Gabriel  appear  occasionally,  and  act  as 
every  incident  requires  ;  the  solitary  fidelity  of  Abdiel  is  very 
amiably  painted. 

Of  the  evil  angels  the  characters  are  more  diversified.  To 
Satan,  as  Addison  observes,  such  sentiments  are  given  as  suit  the 
most  exalted  and  most  depraved  being.  Milton  has  been  censured 
by  Clarke*  for  the  impiety  which  sometimes  breaks  from  Satan's 
mouth.  For  there  are  thoughts,  as  he  justly  remarks,  which  no 
observation  of  character  can  justify,  because  no  good  man  would 
willingly  permit  them  to  pass,  however  transiently,  through  his 
own  mind.  To  make  Satan  speak  as  a  rebel,  without  any  such 
expressions  as  might  taint  the  reader's  imagination,  was  indeed 
one  of  the  great  difficulties  in  Milton's  undertaking  ;  and  I  can- 
not but  think  that  he  has  extricated  himself  with  great  happi- 
ness. There  is  in  Satan's  speeches  little  that  can  give  pain  to  a 
pious  ear.  The  language  of  rebellion  cannot  be  the  same  with 
that  of  obedience.  The  malignity  of  Satan  foams  in  haughtiness 
and  obstinacy  ;  but  his  expressions  are  commonly  general,  and 
no  otherwise  offensive  than  as  they  arc  wicked. 

The  other  chiefs  of  the  celestial  rebellion  are  very  judiciously 
discriminated  in  the  first  and  second  books  ;  and  the  ferocious 
character  of  Moloch  appears,  both  in  the  battle  and  the  council, 
with  exact  consistency. 

To  Adam  and  to  Eve  are  given,  during  their  innocence,  such 
sentiments  as  innocence  can  generate  and  utter.  Their  love  is 

*  Author  of  the  "  Essav  on  studv."     Dr.  J. 


LIFE  OF  MILTON.  113 

pure  benevolence  and  mutual  veneration  ;  their  repasts  are  with- 
out luxury,  and  their  diligence  without  toil.  Their  addresses  to 
their  Maker  have  little  more  than  the  voice  of  admiration  and 
gratitude.  Fruition  left  them  nothing  to  ask,  and  innocence  left 
them  nothing  to  fear. 

But  with  guilt  enter  distrust  and  discord,  mutual  accusation, 
and  stubborn  self  defence  ;  they  regard  each  other  with  alienated 
minds,  and  dread  their  Creator  as  the  avenger  of  their  transgres- 
sion. At  last  they  seek  shelter  in  his  mercy,  soften  to  repent- 
ance, and  melt  in  supplication.  Both  before  and  after  the  fall, 
the  superiority  of  Adam  is  diligently  sustained. 

Of  the  probable  and  the  marvellous,  two  parts  of  a  vulgar  epic 
poem,  which  immerge  the  critic  in  deep  consideration,  the  Para- 
dise Lost  requires  little  to  be  said.  It  contains  the  history  of  a 
miracle,  of  creation  and  redemption  ;  it  displays  the  power  and 
the  mercy  of  the  Supreme  Being  ;  the  probable  therefore  is 
marvellous,  and  the  marvellous  is  probable.  The  substance  of 
the  narrative  is  truth  ;  and,  as  truth  allows  no  choice,  it  is,  like 
necessity,  superior  to  rule.  To  the  accidental  or  adventitious 
parts,  as  to  every  thing  human,  some  slight  exceptions  may  be 
made  ;  but  the  main  fabric  is  immovably  supported. 

It  is  justly  remarked  by  Addison,  that  this  poem  has,  by  the 
nature  of  its  subject,  the  advantage  above  all  others,  that  it  is  uni- 
versally and  perpetually  interesting.  All  mankind  will,  through 
all  ages,  bear  the  same  relation  to  Adam  and  to  Eve,  and  must 
partake  of  that  good  and  evil  which  extend  to  themselves. 

Of  the  machinery,  so  called  from  QMS  O.TTO  ^H^AVM?,  by  which  is 
meant  the  occasional  interposition  of  supernatural  power,  another 
fertile  topic  of  critical  remarks,  here  is  no  room  to  speak,  because 
every  thing  is  done  under  the  immediate  and  visible  direction  of 
Heaven;  but  the  rule  is  so  far  observed,  that  no  part  of  the  action 
could  have  been  accomplished  by  any  other  means. 

Of  episodes,  I  think  there  are  only  two,  contained  in  Raphael's 
relation  of  the  war  in  heaven,  and  Michael's  prophetic  account 
of  the  changes  to  happen  in  this  world.  Both  are  closely  con" 
nected  with  the  great  action  ;  one  was  necessary  to  Adam  as  a 
warning,  the  other  as  a  consolation. 

To  the  completeness  or  integrity  of  the  design,  nothing  can  be 
objected  ;  it  has  distinctly  and  clearly  what  Aristotle  requires,  a 


114-  LIFE  Ol-   MILTON. 

beginning,  a  middle,  and  an  end.  There  is  perhaps  no  poem,  of 
the  same  length,  from  which  so  little  can  be  taken  -without  ap- 
parent mutilation.  Here  are  no  funeral  games,  nor  is  there  any 
long  description  of  a  shield.  The  short  digressions  at  the  be- 
ginning of  the  third,  seventh,  and  ninth  books,  might  doubtless 
be  spared  ;  but  superfluities  so  beautiful,  who  would  take  away  : 
or  who  does  not  wish  that  the  author  of  the  Iliad  had  gratified 
succeeding  ages  with  a  little  knowledge  of  himself  ?  Perhaps 
no  passages  are  more  frequently  or  more  attentively  read  than 
those  extrinsic  paragraphs  ;  and,  since  the  end  of  poetry  is  pleas- 
ure, that  cannot  be  unpoetical  with  which  all  are  pleased. 

The  questions,  whether  the  action  of  the  poem  be  strictly 
one,  whether  the  poem  can  be  properly  termed  heroic,  and  who 
is  the  hero,  are  raised  by  such  readers  as  draw  their  principles 
of  judgment  rather  from  books  than  from  reason,  Milton, 
though  he  entitled  Paradise  Lost  only  a  fioem,  yet  calls  it  him- 
self heroic  song.  Dryden  petulantly  and  indecently  denies  the 
heroism  of  Adam,  because  he  was  overcome  ;  but  there  is  no 
reason  why  the  hero  should  not  be  unfortunate,  except  establish- 
ed practice,  since  success  and  virtue  do  not  go  necessarily  to- 
gether. Cato  is  the  hero  of  Lucan  ;  but  Lucan's  authority  will 
not  be  suffered  by  Quintilian  to  decide.  However,  if  success  be 
necessary,  Adam's  deceiver  was  at  last  crushed  ;  Adam  was 
restored  to  his  Maker's  favour,  and  therefore  may  securely  re- 
sume his  human  rank. 

After  the  scheme  and  fabric  of  the  poem,  must  be  consider- 
ed its  component  parts,  the  sentiments  and  the  diction. 

The  sentiments,  as  expressive  of  manners,  or  appropriated  to 
characters,  are,  for  the  greater  part,  unexceptionably  just. 

Splendid  passages,  containing  lessons  of  morality,  or  precepts 
of  prudence,  occur  seldom.  Such  is  the  original  formation  of 
this  poem,  that,  as  it  admits  no  human  manners  till  the  fall,  it 
can  give  little  assistance  to  human  conduct.  Its  end  is  to  raise 
the  thoughts  above  sublunary  cares  or  pleasures.  Yet  the  praise 
of  that  fortitude,  with  which  Abdiel  maintained  his  singularity  of 
virtue  against  the  scorn  of  multitudes,  may  be  accommodated  to 
all  times  ;  and  Raphael's  reproof  of  Adam's  curiosity  after  the 
planetary  motions,  with  the  answer  returned  by  Adam,  may 


LIFE  OF  MILTOX. 

ae  confidently  opposed  to  any  rule  of  life  which  any  poet  has 
delivered. 

The  thoughts  which  are  occasionally  called  forth  in  the  prog- 
ress, are  such  as  could  only  be  produced  by  an  imagination  in 
the  highest  degree  fervid  and  active,  to  which  materials  were 
supplied  by  incessant  study  and  unlimited  curiosity.  The  heat 
of  Milton's  mind  might  be  said  to  sublimate  his  learning,  to 
throw  off  into  his  woi  k  the  spirit  of  science,  unmingled  with  its 
grosser  parts. 

He  had  considered  creation  in  its  whole  extent,  and  his  de- 
scriptions are  therefore  learned.  He  had  accustomed  his  imag- 
ination to  unrestrained  indulgence,  and  his  conceptions  therefore 
were  extensive.  The  characteristic  quality  of  his  poem  is  sub- 
limity. He  sometimes  descends  to  the  elegant,  but  his  element 
is  the  great.  He  can  occasionally  invest  himself  with  grace  ; 
but  his  natural  port  is  gigantic  loftiness.*  He  can  please  when 
pleasure  is  required  ;  but  it  is  his  peculiar  power  to  astonish. 

He  seems  to  have  been  well  acquainted  with  his  own  genius, 
and  to  know  what  it  was  that  nature  had  bestowed  upon  him  more 
bountifully  than  upon  others  ;  the  power  of  displaying  the  vast, 
illuminating  the  splendid,  enforcing  the  awful,  darkening  the 
gloomy,  and  aggravating  the  dreadful ;  he  therefore  chose  a  sub- 
ject on  which  too  much  could  not  be  said,  on  which  he  might 
tire  his  fancy  without  the  censure  of  extravagance. 

The  appearances  of  nature,  and  the  occurrences  of  life,  did 
not  satiate  his  appetite  of  greatness.  To  paint  things  as  they 
are,  requires  a  minute  attention,  and  employs  the  memory  rather 
than  the  fancy.  Milton's  delight  was  to  sport  in  the  wide  regions 
of  possibility  ;  reality  was  a  scene  too  narrow  for  his  mind.  He 
sent  his  faculties  out  upon  discovery,  into  worlds  where  only  imag- 
ination can  travel,  and  delighted  to  form  new  modes  of  existence, 
and  furnish  sentiment  and  action  to  superior  beings,  to  trace  the 
counsels  of  hell,  or  accompany  the  choirs  of  heaven. 

But  he  could  not  be  always  in  other  worlds  ;  he  must  some- 
times revisit  earth,  and  tell  of  things  visible  and  known.  When 
he  cannot  raise  wonder  by  the  sublimity  of  his  mind,  he  gives 
delight  by  its  fertility. 

*  Algarotti  terms  \tgigantesea  su&ttmitd  JWZltoniafta.      T)r.  J. 

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116  LIFE  OP  MILTON. 

Whatever  be  his  subject,  he  never  fails  to  fill  the  imagination. 
But  his  images  and  descriptions  of  the  scenes  or  operations  of 
nature  do  not  seem  to  be  always  copied  from  original  form,  nor 
to  have  the  freshness,  raciness,  and  energy  of  immediate  obser- 
vation He  saw  nature,  as  Dryden  expresses  it,  through  the 
sfiectaclcs  of  books ;  and  on  most  occasions  calls  learning  to  his 
assistance.  The  garden  of  Eden  brings  to  his  mind  the  vale  of 
Enna,  where  Proserpina  was  gathering  flowers.  Satan  makes 
his  way  through  fighting  elements,  like  Argo  between  the  Cya- 
nean  rocks,  or  Ulysses  between  the  two  Sicilian  whirlpools,  when 
he  shunned  Charybdis  on  the  larboard.  The  mythological  allu- 
sions have  been  justly  censured,  as  not  being  always  used  with 
notice  of  their  vanity  ;  but  they  contribute  variety  to  the  narration, 
and  produce  an  alternate  exercise  of  the  memory  and  the  fancy. 

His  similes  are  less  numerous,  and  more  various,  than  those 
of  his  predecessors.  But  he  does  not  confine  himself  within  the 
limits  of  rigorous  comparison  ;  his  great  excellence  is  amplitude, 
and  he  expands  the  adventitious  image  beyond  the  dimensions 
which  the  occasion  required.  Thus,  comparing  the  shield  of 
Satan  to  the  orb  of  the  moon,  he  crowds  the  imagination  with  the 
discovery  of  the  telescope,  and  all  the  wonders  which  the  teles- 
cope discovers. 

Of  his  moral  sentiments  it  is  hardly  praise  to  affirm  that  they 
excel  those  of  all  other  poets  ;  for  this  superiority  he  was  indebted 
to  his  acquaintance  with  the  sacred  writings.  The  ancient  epic 
poets,  wanting  the  light  of  revelation,  were  very  unskilful  teach- 
ers of  virtue ;  their  principal  characters  may  be  great,  but  they 
are  not  amiable.  The  reader  may  rise  from  their  works  with  a 
greater  degree  of  active  or  passive  fortitude,  and  sometimes  of 
prudence  ;  but  he  will  be  able  to  carry  away  few  precepts  of  jus- 
tice, and  none  of  mercy. 

From  the  Italian  writers  it  appears,  that  the   advantages  of 
even  Christian  knowledge  may  be  possessed  in  vain.     Ariosto's 
pravity  is  generally  known  ;  and  though  the  deliverance  of  Jeru- 
salem may  be  considered  as  a  sacred  subject,  the  poet  has  been 
very  sparing  of  moral  instruction. 

In  Milton  every  line  breathes  sanctity  of  thought,  and  purity 
of  manners,  except  when  the  train  of  the  narration  requires 
the  introduction  of  the  rebellious  spirits  ;  and  even  they  are 


LIFE  OF  MILTON. 

compelled  to  acknowledge  their  subjection  to  God,  in  such  a 
manner  as  excites  reverence  and  confirms  piety. 

Of  human  beings  there  are  but  two  ;  but  those  two  are  the 
parents  of  mankind,  venerable  before  their  foil  for  dignity  and 
innocence,  and  amiable  after  it  for  repentance  and  submission. 
In  their  first  state  their  affection  is  tender  without  weakness,  and 
their  piety  sublime  without  presumption.  When  they  have  sin- 
ned, they  show  how  discord  begins  in  mutual  frailty,  and  how  it 
ought  to  cease  in  mutual  forbearance ;  how  confidence  of  the 
divine  favour  is  forfeited  by  sin,  and  how  hope  of  pardon  may  be 
obtained  by  penitence  and  prayer.  A  state  of  innocence  we  can 
only  conceive,  if  indeed,  in  our  present  misery,  it  be  possible  to 
conceive  it ;  but  the  sentiments  and  worship  proper  to  a  fallen 
and  offending  being-,  we  have  all  to  learn,  as  we  have  all  to 
practise. 

The  poet,  whatever  be  done,  is  always  great.  Our  progeni- 
tors, in  their  first  state,  conversed  with  angels ;  even  when  folly 
and  sin  had  degraded  them,  they  had  not  in  their  humiliation  the 
port  of  mean  suitors  ;  and  they  rise  again  to  reverential  regard) 
when  we  find  that  their  prayers  were  heard. 

As  human  passions  did  not  enter  the  world  before  the  fall, 
there  is  in  the  Paradise  Lost  little  opportunity  for  the  pathetic  ; 
but  what  little  there  is  has  not  been  lost.  That  passion  which  is 
peculiar  to  rational  nature,  the  anguish  arising  from  the  con- 
sciousness of  transgression,  and  the  horrors  attending  the  sense 
of  the  divine  displeasure,  are  very  justly  described  and  forcibly 
impressed.  But  the  passions  are  moved  only  on  one  occasion  ; 
sublimity  is  the  general  and  prevailing  quality  in  this  poem ; 
sublimity  variously  modified,  sometimes  descriptive,  sometimes 
argumentative. 

The  defects  and  faults  of  Paradise  Lost,  for  faults  and  defects 
every  work  of  man  must  have,  it  is  the  business  of  impartial  crit- 
icism to  discover.  As  in  displaying  the  excellence  of  Milton,  I 
have  not  made  long  quotations,  because  of  selecting  beauties 
there  had  been  no  end,  I  shall  in  the  same  general  manner  men- 
tion that  which  seems  to  deserve  censure  ;  for  what  Englishman 
can  take  delight  in  transcribing  passages,  which,  if  they  lessen 
the  reputation  of  Milton,  diminish  in  some  degree  the  honour  of 
our  countrv  ? 


118  LIFE  OF  MILTON. 

The  generality  of  my  scheme  does  not  admit  the  frequent 
notice  of  verbal  inaccuracies  ;  which  Bcntley,  perhaps  better 
skilled  in  grammar  than  in  poetry,  has  often  found,  though  he 
sometimes  made  them,  and  which  he  imputed  to  the  obtrusions 
of  a  reviser,  whom  the  author's  blindness  obliged  him  to  employ. 
A  supposition,  rash  and  groundless,  if  he  thought  it  true  ;  and 
vile  and  pernicious,  if,  as  is  said,  he  in  private  allowed  it  to  be 
false. 

The  plan  of  Paradise  Lost  has  this  inconvenience,  that  it  com- 
prises neither  human  actions  nor  human  manners.*  The  man 
and  woman  who  act  and  suffer,  are  in  a  state  which  no  other 
man  or  woman  can  ever  know.  The  reader  finds  no  transaction 
in  which  he  can  be  engaged  ;  beholds  no  condition  in  which  he 
can  by  any  effort  of  imagination  place  himself;  he  has,  therefore, 
little  natural  curiosity  or  sympathy. 

We  all,  indeed,  feel  the  effects  of  Adam's  disobedience  ;  we 
all  sin  like  Adam,  and  like  him  must  all  bewail  our  offences  ; 
we  have  restless  and  insidious  enemies  in  the  fallen  angels  ;  and 
in  the  blessed  spirits  we  have  guardians  and  friends  ;  in  the  re- 
demption of  mankind  we  hope  to  be  included  ;  in  the  description 
of  heaven  and  hell  we  are  surely  interested,  as  we  are  all  to 
reside  hereafter  either  in  the  regions  of  horror  or  of  bliss. 

But  these  truths  are  too  important  to  be  new  ;  they  have  been 
taught  to  our  infancy  ;  they  have  mingled  with  our  solitary 
thoughts  and  familiar  conversation,  and  are  habitually  interwoven 
with  the  whole  texture  of  life.  Being  therefore  not  new,  they 
raise  no  unaccustomed  emotion  in  the  mind ;  what  we  knew 
before,  we  cannot  learn  ;  what  is  not  unexpected,  cannot  sur- 
prise. 

Of  the  ideas  suggested  by  these  awful  scenes,  from  some  we 
recede  with  reverence,  except  when  stated  hours  require  their 
association  ;  and  from  others  we  shrink  with  horror,  or  admit 
them  only  as  salutary  inflictions,  as  counterpoises  to  our  interests 
and  passions.  Such  images  rather  obstruct  the  career  of  fancy 
than  incite  it. 

Pleasure  and  terror  are  indeed  the  genuine  sources  of  poetry  ; 
but  poetical  pleasure  must  be  such  as  human  imagination  can  at 

*  But,  says  Dr.  Warton,  it  has  throughout  a  reference  to  human  life  and 
actions.  C. 


LIFE  OF  MILTON.  119 

least  conceive  ;  and  poetical  terror  such  as  human  strength  and 
fortitude  may  combat.  The  good  and  evil  of  eternity  are  too 
ponderous  for  the  wings  of  wit ;  the  mind  sinks  under  them  in 
passive  helplessness,  content  with  calm  belief  and  humble  ado- 
ration. 

Known  truths,  however,  may  take  a  different  appearance,  and 
be  conveyed  to  the  mind  by  a  new  train  of  intermediate  images. 
This  Milton  has  undertaken,  and  performed  with  pregnancy  and 
vigour  of  mind  peculiar  to  himself.  Whoever  considers  the  few 
radical  positions  which  the  scriptures  afforded  him,  will  wonder 
by  what  energetic  operation  he  expanded  them  to  such  extent, 
and  ramified  them  to  so  much  variety,  restrained  as  he  was  by 
religious  reverence  from  licentiousness  of  fiction. 

Here  is  a  full  display  of  the  united  force  of  study  and  genius  ; 
of  a  great  accumulation  of  materials,  with  judgment  to  digest, 
and  fancy  to  combine  them.  Milton  was  able  to  select  from 
nature,  or  from  story,  from  ancient  fable,  or  from  modern  science, 
whatever  could  illustrate  or  adorn  his  thoughts.  An  accumula- 
tion of  knowledge  impregnated  his  mind,  fermented  by  study, 
and  exalted  by  imagination. 

It  has  been  therefore  said,  without  an  indecent  hyperbole,  by- 
one  of  his  encomiasts,  that  in  reading  Paradise  Lost,  we  read  a 
book  of  universal  knowledge. 

But  original  deficience  cannot  be  supplied.  The  want  of  hu- 
man interest  is  always  felt.  Paradise  Lost  is  one  of  the  books 
which  the  reader  admires  and  lays  down,  and  forgets  to  take  up 
again.  None  ever  wished  it  longer  than  it  is.  Its  perusal  is  a 
duty  rather  than  a  pleasure.  We  read  Milton  for  instruction, 
retire  harassed  and  overburdened,  and  look  elsewhere  for  recre- 
ation ;  we  desert  our  master,  and  seek  for  companions. 

Another  inconvenience  of  Milton's  design  is,  that  it  requires 
the  description  of  what  cannot  be  described,  the  agency  of  spirits. 
He  saw  that  immateriality  supplied  no  images,  and  that  he  could 
not  show  angels  acting  but  by  instruments  of  action  ;  he  there- 
fore invested  them  with  form  and  matter.  This,  being  neces- 
sary, was  therefore  defensible  ;  and  he  should  have  secured  the 
consistency  of  his  system,  by  keeping  immateriality  out  of  sight, 
and  enticing  his  reader  to  drop  it  from  his  thoughts.  But  he 
has  unhappily  perplexed  his  poetry  with  his  philosophy.  His 


120  LIFfc  OF  MILTON. 

infernal  and  celestial  powers  are  sometimes  pure  spirit,  and 
sometimes  animated  body.  When  Satan  walks  with  his  lance 
upon  the  burning  mart,  he  has  a  body  ;  when,  in  his  passage  be- 
tween hell  and  the  new  world,  he  is  in  danger  of  sinking  in  the 
vacuity,  and  is  supported  by  a  gust  of  rising  vapours,  he  has  a 
body  ;  when  ne  animates  the  toad,  he  seems  to  be  mere  spirit, 
that  can  penetrate  matter  at  pleasure  ;  when  he  starts  uji  in  Ids 
civn  shafie,  he  has  at  least  a  determined  form  ;  and  when  he  is 
brought  before  Gabriel,  he  has  a  sjitar  and  a  shield,  which  he  had 
the  power  of  hiding  in  the  toad,  though  the  arms  of  the  contend- 
ing angels  are  evidently  material. 

The  vulgar  inhabitants  of  Pandaemonium,  being  incorporeal 
spirits,  are  at  large,  though  without  number,  in  a  limited  space  ; 
yet  in  the  battle,  when  they  were  overwhelmed  by  mountains, 
their  armour  hurt  them,  crushed  in  u/ion  their  substance,  now 
grown  gross  by  sinning.  This  likewise  happened  to  the  uncor- 
rupted  angels,  who  were  overthrown  the  sooner  for  their  arms, 
for  unarmed  they  might  easily  as  spirits  have  evaded  by  contrac- 
tion or  remove.  Even  as  spirits  they  are  hardly  spiritual  ;  for 
contraction  and  remove  are  images  of  matter  ;  but  if  they  could 
have  escaped  without  their  armour,  they  might  have  escaped 
from  it,  and  left  only  the  empty  cover  to  be  battered.  Uriel, 
•when  he  rides  on  a  sunbeam,  is  material ;  Satan  is  material  when 
he  is  afraid  of  the  prowess  of  Adam. 

The  confusion  of  spirit  and  matter,  which  pervades  the  whole 
narration  of  the  war  of  heaven,  fills  it  with  incongruity  ;  and  the 
book,  in  which  it  is  related  is,  I  believe,  the  favourite  of  children, 
and  gradually  neglected  as  knowledge  is  increased. 

After  the  operation  of  immaterial  agents,  which  cannot  be 
explained,  may  be  considered  that  of  allegorical  persons,  which 
have  no  real  existence.  To  exalt  causes  into  agents,  to  invest 
abstract  ideas  with  form,  and  animate  them  with  activity,  has 
always  been  the  right  of  poetry.  But  such  airy  beings  arc,  for 
the  most  part,  suffered  only  to  do  their  natural  office,  and  retire. 
Thus  fame  tells  a  talc,  and  victory  hovers  over  a  general,  or 
perches  on  a  standard  ;  but  fame  and  victory  can  do  no  more. 
To  give  them  any  real  employment,  or  ascribe  to  them  any  ma- 
terial agency,  is  to  make  them  allegorical  no  longer,  but  to  shock 
the  mind  by  ascribing  effects  to  nonentity.  In  the  Prometheus  of 


LIFE  OF.AHLTON. 

Sj  we  see  -violence  and  strength^  and  iiv  the  Mcestis  of 
Euripides,  we  see  death,  brought  upon  the  stage,  all  as  active 
persons  of  the  drama  ;  but  no  precedents  can  justify  absurdity. 

Milton's  allegory  of  sin  and  death  is  undoubtedly  fauhy.  Sin 
is  indeed  the  mother  of  death,  and  may  be  allowed  to  be  the  por- 
tress of  hell ;  but  when  they  stop  the  journey  of  Satan,  a  journey 
described  as  real,  and  when  death  offers  him  battle,  the  allegory 
is  broken.  That  sin  and  death  should  have  shown  the  way  to 
hell,  might  have  been  allowed  ;  but  they  cannot  facilitate  the  pas- 
sage by  building  a  bridge,  because  the  difficulty  of  Satun's  pas- 
sage is  described  as  real  and  sensible,  and  the  bridge  ought  to  be 
only  figurative.  The  hell  assigned  to  the  rebellious  spirits  is 
described  as  not  less  local  than  the  residence  of  man.  It  is  pla- 
ced in  some  distant  part  of  space,  separated  from  the  regions  of 
harmony  and  order  by  a  chaotic  waste  and  an  unoccupied  vacu- 
ity ;  but  sin  and  death  worked  up  a  mole  of  aggravated  soil,  ce- 
mented with  asjihatius  ;  a  work  too  bulky  for  ideal  architects. 

This  unskilful  allegory  appears  to  me  one  of  the  greatest  faults 
of  the  poem  ;  and  to  this  there  was  no  temptation,  but  the  au- 
thor's opinion  of  its  beauty. 

To  the  conduct  of  the  narrative  some  objections  may  be  made. 
Satan  is  with  great  expectation  brought  before  Gabriel  in  para- 
dise, and  is  suffered  to  go  away  unmolested.  The  creation  of 
man  is  represented  as  the  consequence  of  the  vacuity  left  in 
heaven  by  the  expulsion  of  the  rebels  ;  yet  Satan  mentions  it  as 
a  report  rife  in  heaven  before  his  departure. 

To  find  sentiments  for  the  state  of  innocence,  was  very  diffi- 
cult; and  something  of  anticipation  perhaps  is  now  and  then 
discovered.  Adam's  discourse  of  dreams  seems  not  to  be  the 
speculation  of  a  new  created  being.  I  know  not  whether  his 
answer  to  the  angel's  reproof  for  curiosity  does  not  want  some- 
thing of  propriety  ;  it  is  the  speech  of  a  man  acquainted  with 
many  other  men.  Some  philosophical  notions,  especially  when 
the  philosophy  is  false,  might  have  been  better  omitted.  The 
angel,  in  a  comparison,  speaks  of  timorous  deer,  before  deer 
were  yet  timorous,  and  before  Adam  could  understand  the  com- 
parison. 

Dryden  remarks,  that  Milton  lias  some  flats  among  his  eleva- 
tions. This  is  only  to  say,  that  all  the  parts  arc  not  equal.  Tr 


J22 


LIFE  OF  MILT  OX. 


every  work,  one  part  must  be  for  the  sake  of  others ;  a  palace 
must  have  passages  ;  a  poem  must  have  transitions.  It  is  no 
more  to  be  required  that  wit  should  always  be  blazing,  than  that 
the  sun  should  always  stand  at  noon.  In  a  great  work  there  is  a 
\icissitude  of  luminous  and  opaque  parts,  as  there  is  in  the  world 
a  succession  of  day  and  night.  Milton,  when  he  has  expatiated 
in  the  sky,  may  be  allowed  sometimes  to  revisit  earth  ;  for  what 
other  author  ever  soared  so  high,  or  sustained  his  flight  so  long  ? 
Milton,  being  well  versed  in  the  Italian  poets,  appears  to  have 
borrowed  often  from  them  ;  and,  as  every  man  catches  some- 
thing from  his  companions,  his  desire  of  imitating  Ariosto's  lev- 
ity has  disgraced  his  work  with  the  paradise  of  fools  ;  a  fiction 
not  in  itself  ill  imagined,  but  too  ludicrous  for  its  place. 

His  play  on  words,  in  which  he  delights  too  often  ;  his  equiv- 
ocations, which  Bcntley  endeavours  to  defend  by  the  example  of 
the  ancients ;  his  unnecessary  and  ungraceful  use  of  terms  of 
art ;  it  is  not  necessary  to  mention,  because  they  are  easily  re- 
marked, and  generally  censured ;  and  at  last  bear  so  little  pro- 
portion to  the  whole,  that  they  scarcely  deserve  the  attention  of 
a  critic. 

Such  are  the  faults  of  that  wonderful  performance  Paradise 
Lost ;  which  he  who  can  put  in  balance  with  its  beauties  must 
be  considered  not  as  nice  but  as  dull,  as  less  to  be  censured  for 
want  of  candour,  than  pitied  for  want  of  sensibility. 

Of  Paradise  Regained,  the  general  judgment  seems  now  to  be 
right,  that  it  is  in  many  parts  elegant,  and  every  where  instruct- 
ive. It  was  not  to  be  supposed  that  the  writer  of  Paradise  Losf 
could  ever  write  without  great  effusions  of  fancy,  and  exalted 
precepts  of  wisdom.  The  basis  of  Paradise  Regained  is  narrow  ; 
a  dialogue  without  action  can  never  please  like  an  union  of  the 
narrative  and  dramatic  powers.  Had  this  poem  been  written  not 
by  Milton,  but  by  some  imitator,  it  would  have  claimed  and  re- 
ceived universal  praise. 

I^Paradise  Regained  has  been  too  much  depreciated,  Sampson 
.4g<mistes  has  in  requital  been  too  much  admired.  It  could  only 
be  by  long  prejudice,  and  the  bigotry  of  learning,  that  Milton 
could  prefer  the  ancient  tragedies,  with  their  encumbrance  of  a 
chorus,  to  the  exhibitions  of  the  French  and  English  stages  ;  and 
it  is  only  by  a  blind  confidence  in  the  reputation  of  Milton,  that 


LIFE  OF  MILTON.  123 

a  drama  can  be  praised  in  which  the  intermediate  parts  have 
neither  cause  nor  consequence,  neither  hasten  nor  retard  the 
catastrophe. 

In  this  tragedy  are,  however,  many  particular  beauties,  many 
just  sentiments  and  striking  lines ;  but  it  wants  that  power  of 
attracting  the  attention  which  a  well  connected  plan  produces. 

Milton  would  not  have  excelled  in  dramatic  writing  ;  he  knew 
human  nature  only  in  the  gross,  and  had  never  studied  the  shades 
of  character,  nor  the  combinations  of  concurring,  or  the  perplex- 
ity of  contending  passions.  He  had  read  much,  and  knew  what 
books  could  teach  ;  but  had  mingled  little  in  the  world,  and  was 
deficient  in  the  knowledge  which  experience  must  confer. 

Through  all  his  greater  works  there  prevails  an  uniform  pe- 
culiarity of  diction,  a  mode  and  cast  of  expression  which  bears 
little  resemblance  to  that  of  any  former  writer,  and  which  is  so 
far  removed  from  common  use,  that  an  unlearned  reader,  when  he 
first  opens  his  book,  finds  himself  surprised  by  a  new  language.' 

This  novelty  has  been,  by  those  who  can  find  nothing  wrong 
in  Milton,  imputed  to  his  laborious  endeavours  after  words  suit- 
able to  the  grandeur  of  his  ideas.  Our  lajiguage,  says  Addi- 
son,  sunk  wider  him.  But  the  truth  is,  that  both  in  prose  and 
verse,  he  had  formed  his  style  by  a  perverse  and  pedantic  prin- 
ciple. He  was  desirous  to  use  English  words  with  a  foreign 
idiom.  This  in  all  his  prose  is  discovered  and  condemned ;  for 
there  judgment  operates  freely,  neither  softened  by  the  beauty, 
nor  awed  by  the  dignity  of  his  thoughts ;  but  such  is  the  power 
of  his  poetry,  that  his  call  is  obeyed  without  resistance,  the  read- 
er feels  himself  in  captivity  to  a  higher  and  a  nobler  mind,  and 
criticism  sinks  in  admiration. 

Milton's  style  was  not  modified  by  his  subject ;  what  is  shown 
with  greater  extent  in  Paradise  Lout,  may  be  found  in  Comus. 
One  source  of  his  peculiarity  was  his  familiarity  with  the  Tus- 
can poets  ;  the  disposition  of  his  words  is,  I  think,  frequently 
Italian  ;  perhaps  sometimes  combined  with  other  tongues. 

Of  him,  at  last,  may  be  said  what  Jonson  says  of  Spenser,  that 
he  wrote  no  language,  but  has  formed  what  Butler  calls  a  Babylon- 
ish dialect,  in  itself  harsh  and  barbarous,  but  made  by  exalted 
genius,  and  extensive  learning,  the  vehicle  of  so  much  instruction 
and  so  much  pleasure,  that,  like  other  lovers,  we  find  grace  in 
its  deformity. 

VOL.  r.  ]7 


Lil'E  UF  MILTOX. 

Whatever  be  die  faults  of  his  diction,  he  cannot  want  the 
praise  of  copiousness  and  variety  ;  he  was  master  of  his  lan- 
guage in  its  full  extent ;  and  has  selected  the   melodious  words 
with  such  diligence,  that  from  his  book  alone  the  art  of  English- 
poetry  might  be  learned. 

After  his  diction,  something  musi  be  said  of  his  -versification. 
The  measure,  he  says,  is  the  English  heroic  verse  without  rhyme. 
Of  this  mode  he  had  many  examples  among  the  Italians,  and 
some  in  his  own  country.  The  earl  of  Surrey  is  said  to  have 
translated  one  of  Virgil's  books  without  rhyme  ;  and,  beside  our 
tragedies,  a  few  short  poems  had  appeared  in  blank  verse  ;  par- 
ticularly one  tending  to  reconcile  the  nation  to  Raleigh's  wild 
attempt  upon  Guiana,  and  probably  written  by  Raleigh  himself. 
These  petty  performances  cannot  be  supposed  to  have  much  in- 
fluenced Milton,  who  more  probably  took  his  hint  from  Trisino's 
Italiq,  Liberata  ;  and  finding  blank  verse  easier  than  rhyme,  was 
desirous  of  persuading  himself  that  it  is  better. 

Rhyme,  he  says,  and  says  truly,  is  no  necessary  adjunct  of  true 
jioetry.  But  perhaps,  of  poetry,  as  a  mental  operation,  metre 
or  music  is  no  necessary  adjunct ;  it  is  however  by  the  music  of 
metre  that  poetry  has  been  discriminated  in  all  languages  ;  and, 
in  languages  melodiously  constructed  with  a  due  proportion  of 
long  and  short  syllables,  metre  is  sufficient.  But  one  language 
cannot  communicate  its  rules  to  another  ;  where  metre  is  scanty 
and  imperfect,  some  help  is  necessary.  The  music  of  the  Eng- 
lish heroic  line  strikes  the  ear  so  faintly,  that  it  is  easily  lost,  un- 
less all  the  syllables  of  every  line  co-operate  together  ;  this  co- 
operation can  be  only  obtained  by  the  preservation  of  every  verse 
unmingled  with  another,  as  a  distinct  system  of  sounds  ;  and  this 
distinctness  is  obtained  and  preserved  by  the  artifice  of  rhyme. 
The  variety  of  pauses,  so  much  boasted  by  the  lovers  of  blank 
verse,  changes  the  measures  of  an  English  poet  to  the  periods 
of  a  dcclaimer ;  and  there  are  only  a  few  skilful  and  happy  read- 
ers of  Milton,  who  enable  their  audience  to  perceive  where  the 
lines  end  or  begin.  Blank  verse,  said  an  ingenious  critic,  seems 
to  be  verse  only  to  the  eye. 

Poetry  may  subsist  without  rhyme,  but  English  poetry  \\\\ 
lot  often  please  ;  nor  can  rhyme  ever  be  safely  spared  but  where 
'be  subject  is  able  to  support  itself.     Blank  verse  makes  som 


LIFE  OP  MILTON. 

approach  to  that  which  is  called  the  lajiidary  style  ;  has  neither 
the  easiness  of  prose,  nor  the  melody  of  numbers,  and  therefore 
tires  by  long  continuance.  Of  the  Italian  writers  without  rhyme, 
whom  Milton  alleges  as  precedents,  not  one  is  popular  ;  what 
reason  could  urge  in  its  defence,  has  been  confuted  by  the  ear. 

But,  whatever  be  the  advantage  of  rhyme,  I  cannot  prevail  on 
myself  to  wish  that  Milton  had  been  a  rhymer  ;  for  I  cannot  wish 
his  work  to  be  other  than  it  is  ;  yet,  like  other  heroes,  he  is  to  be 
admired  rather  than  imitated.  He  that  thinks  himself  capable 
of  astonishing,  may  write  blank  verse  ;  but  those  that  hope  only 
to  please,  must  condescend  to  rhyme. 

The  highest  praise  of  genius  is  original  invention.  Milton 
cannot  be  said  to  have  contrived  the  structure  of  an  epic  poem,  and 
therefore  owes  reverence  to  that  vigour  and  amplitude  of  mind, 
to  which  all  generations  must  be  indebted  for  the  art  of  poetical 
narration,  for  the  texture  of  the  fable,  the  variation  of  incidents. 
the  interposition  of  dialogue,  and  all  the  stratagems  that  surprise 
and  enchain  attention.  But,  of  all  the  borrowers  from  Homer, 
Milton  is  perhaps  the  least  indebted.  He  was  naturally  a  think- 
er for  himself,  confident  of  his  own  abilities,  and  disdainful  of 
help  or  hinderance  ;  he  did  not  refuse  admission  to  the  thoughts 
or  images  of  his  predecessors,  but  he  did  not  seek  them.  From 
his  contemporaries  he  neither  courted  nor  received  support ;  there 
is  in  his  writings  nothing  by  which  the  pride  of  other  authors 
might  be  gratified,  or  favour  gained  ;  no  exchange  of  praise,  nor 
solicitation  of  support.  His  great  works, were  performed  under 
discountenance,  and  in  blindness,  but  difficulties  vanished  at  his 
touch  ;  he  was  born  for  whatever  is  arduous  ;  and  his  work  is 
not  the  greatest  of  heroic  poems,  only  because  it  is  not  the  first. 


BUTLER. 


the  great  author  of  Hudibras  there  is  a  life  prefixed  to  the 
later  editions  of  his  poem,  by  an  unknown  writer,  and  therefore 
of  disputable  authority  ;  and  some  account  is  incidentally  given 
by  Wood,  who  confesses  the  uncertainty  of  his  own  narrative  ; 
more  however  than  they  knew  cannot  now  be  learned,  and  nothing 
remains  but  to  compare  and  copy  them. 

SAMUEL  BUTLER  was  born  in  the  parish  of  Strensham  in 
Worcestershire,  according  to  his  biographer,  in  1612.  This 
account  Dr.  Nash  finds  confirmed  by  the  register.  He  was 
christened,  Feb.  14. 

His  father's  condition  is  variously  represented.  Wood  men. 
tions  him  as  competently  wealthy  ;  but  Mr.  Longueville,  the  son 
of  Butler's  principal  friend,  says  he  was  an  honest  farmer  with 
some  small  estate,  who  made  a  shift  to  educate  his  son  at  the 
grammar  school  of  Worcester,  under  Mr.  Henry  Bright,*  from 

*  These  are  the  words'of  the  author  of  the  short  account  of  Butler,  prefix- 
ed to  Hudibras,  which  Dr.  Johnson,  notwithstanding  what  he  says  above, 
seems  to  hare  supposed  was  written  by  Mr.  Longueville,  the  father ;  but 
the  contrary  is  to  be  inferred  from  a  subsequent  passage,  wherein  the  author 
laments  that  he  had  neither  such  an  acquaintance  nor  interest  with  Mr^ 
Longueville  as  to  procure  from  him  the  golden  remains  of  Butler  there 
mentioned.  He  was  probably  led  into  the  mistake  by  a  note  in  the  Biog. 
Brit.  p.  1077,  signifying  that  the  son  of  this  gentleman  was  living  in  1736. 

Of  this  friend  and  generous  patron  of  Butler,  Mr.  William  Longueville,  I 
find  an  account,  written  by  a  person  who  was  well  acquainted  with  him,  to 
this  effect;  viz.  that  he  was  a  conveyancing  lawyer,  and  a  bencher  of  the 
inner  temple,  and  had  raised  himself  from  a  low  beginning  to  very  great 
eminence  in  that  profession  ;  that  he  was  eloquent  and  learned,  of  spotless 
integrity  ;  that  he  supported  an  aged  father  who  had  ruined  his  fortunes  by 
extravagance,  and  by  his  industry  and  application  re-edified  a  ruined  family  ; 
that  he  supported  Butler,  who,  but  for  him,  must  literally  have  starved  ; 
and  received  from  him  as  a  recompense  the  papers  called  his  remains.  Life 
of  the  lord  keeper  Guilford,  p.  289.  These  have  since  been  given  to  the 
public  by  Mr.  Thyer  of  Manchester  ;  and  the  originals  are  now  in  the  hands 
£f  the  Rev.  Dr.  Farmer,  master  of  Emanncl  college,  Cambridge.  IJ. 


128  LIFE  OF  BUTLEK. 

\vhosc  care  he  removed  for  a  short  time  to  Cambridge  ;  but,  for 
-want  of  money,  was  never  made  a  member  of  any  college.  Wood 
leaves  us  rather  doubtful  whether  he  went  to  Cambridge  or  Ox- 
ford ;  but  at  last  makes  him  pass  six  or  seven  years  at  Cambridge, 
without  knowing  in  what  hall  or  college  ;  yet  it  can  hardly  be 
imagined  that  he  lived  so  long  in  either  university,  but  as  belong- 
ing to  one  house  or  another  ;  and  it  is  still  less  likely  that  he 
could  have  so  long  inhabited  a  pbcc  of  learning  with  so  liuie 
distinction  as  to  leave  his  residence  uncertain.  Dr.  Nash  has 
discovered  that  his  father  was  owner  of  a  house  and  a  little  land, 
worth  about  eight  pounds  a  year,  still  called  Butler's  tenement. 

Wood  has  his  information  from  his  brother,  whose  narrative 
placed  him  at  Cambridge,  in  opposition-to  that  of  his  neighbours, 
which  sent  him  to  Oxford.  The  brother's  seems  the  best  author- 
ity, till,  by  confessing  his  inability  to  tell  his  hall  or  college ,  he 
gives  reason  to  suspect  that  he  was  resolved  to  bestow  on  him 
an  academical  education  ;  but  durst  not  name  a  college  for  fear 

of  detection. 

He  was  for  some  time,  according  to  the  author  of  his  life,  clerk 
to  Mr.  Jefferys  of  Earl's  Croomb  in  Worcestershire,  an  eminent 
justice  of  the  peace.  In  his  service  he  had  not  only  leisure  for 
study,  but  for  recreation  ;  his  amusements  were  jnusic  and  paint- 
ing ;  and  the  reward  of  his  pencil  was  the  friendship  of  the  cele- 
brated Cooper.  Some  pictures,  said  to  be  his,  were  shown  to 
Dr.  Nash  at  Earl's  Croomb  ;  but  when  he  inquired  for  them 
some  years  afterward,  he  found  them  destroyed  to  stop  windows, 
and  owns  that  they  hardly  deserved  a  better  fate. 

He  was  afterward  admitted  into  the  family  of  the  countess  of 
Kent,  where  he  had  the  use  of  a  library  ;  and  so  much  recom- 
mended himself  to  Selden,  that  he  was  often  employed  by  him 
in  literary  business.  Selden,  as  is  well  known,  was  steward  to 
the  countess,  and  is  supposed  to  have  gained  much  of  his  wealth 
by  managing  her  estate. 

In  what  character  Butler  was  admitted  into  that  lady's  service, 
how  long  he  continued  in  it,  and  why  he  left  it,  is,  like  the  other 
incidents  of  his  life,  utterly  unknown. 

The  vicissitudes  of  his  condition  placed  him  afterward  in  the 
family  of  sir  Samuel  Luke,  one  of  Cromwell's  officers.  Here  he 
observed  so  much  of  the  character  of  the  sectaries,  that  he  is 


LIFE  OF  BUTLER.  129 

said  to  have  written  or  begun  his  poem  at  this  time  ;  and  it  is 
likely  that  such  a  design  would  be  formed  in  a  place  where  he 
saw  the  principles  and  practices  of  the  rebels,  audacious  and  un- 
disguised in  the  confidence  of  success. 

At  length  the  king  returned,  and  the  time  came  in  which  loy- 
alty hoped  for  its  reward.  Butler,  however,  was  only  made 
secretary  to  the  earl  of  Carbury,  president  to  the  principality  of 
Wales  ;  who  conferred  on  him  the  stewardship  of  Ludlow  castle, 
when  the  court  of  the  marches  was  revived. 

In  this  part  of  his  life,  he  married  Mrs.  Herbert,  a  gentlewo- 
man of  a  good  family ;  and  lived,  says  Wood,  upon  her  fortune, 
having  studied  the  common  law,  but  never  practised  it.  A  for- 
tune she  had,  says  his  biographer,  but  it  was  lost  by  bad  securities, 
In  1663  was  published  the  first  part,  containing  three  cantoss 
of  the  poem  of  Hudibras,  which,  as  Prior  relates,  was  made  known 
at  court  by  the  taste  and  influence  of  the  earl  of  Dorset.  WThen 
it  was  known,  it  was  necessarily  admired  ;  the  king  quoted,  the 
courtiers  studied,  and  the  whole  party  of  the  royalists  applauded 
it.  Every  eye  watched  for  the  golden  shower  which  was  to  fall 
upon  the  author,  who  certainly  was  not  without  his  part  in  the 
general  expectation. 

In  1664  the  second  part  appeared  ;  the  curiosity  of  the  nation 
was  rekindled,  and  the  writer  was  again  praised  and  elated.  But 
praise  was  his  whole  reward.  Clarendon,  says  Wood,  gave  him 
reason  to  hope  for  "  places  and  employments  of  value  and  credit ;" 
but  no  such  advantages  did  he  ever  obtain.  It  is  reported  thai: 
the  king  once  gave  him  three  hundred  guineas  ;  but  of  this  tem- 
porary bounty  I  find  no  proof. 

Wood  relates  that  he  was  secretary  to  Villiers  duke  of  Buck- 
ingham, when  he  was  chancellor  of  Cambridge  ;  this  is  doubted 
by  the  other  writer,  who  yet  allows  the  duke  to  have  been  his 
frequent  benefactor.  That  both  these  accounts  are  false  there 
is  reason  to  suspect,  from  a  story  told  by  Packe,  in  his  accouiv. 
of  the  life  of  Wycherley  ;  and  from  some  verses  which  Mr.  Thyei 
has  published  in  the  author's  remains. 

"  Mr.  Wycherley,"  says  Packe,  "  had  always  laid  hold  of  an  op- 
portunity which  offered  of  representing  to  the  duke  of  Bucking- 
ham how  well  Mr.  Butler  hud  deserved  of  the  royal  family,  by 
-yriting  his  inimitable  Hudibras  ;  and  that  it  was  a  reproach  to.thp 


130  jjIFE  OF  BUTLER. 

court,  that  a  person  of  his  loyalty  and  wit  should  suffer  in  obscu- 
rity, and  under  the  wants  he  did.  The  duke  always  seemed  to 
hearken  to  him  with  attention  enough  ;  and,  after  some  time, 
undertook  to  recommend  his  pretensions  to  his  majesty.  Mr. 
AVycherlcy,  in  hopes  to  keep  him  steady  to  his  word,  obtained  of 
his  grace  to  name  a  day,  when  he  might  introduce  that  modest 
and  unfortunate  poet  to  his  new  patron.  At  last  an  appointment 
was  made,  and  the  place  of  meeting  was  agreed  to  be  the  Roebuck- 
Mr.  Butler  and  his  friend  attended  accordingly  ;  the  duke  joined 

them  ;  but  as  the  d 1  would  have  it,  the  door  of  the  room  where 

they  sat  was  open  ;  and  his  grace  who  had  seated  himself  near  it» 
observing  a  pimp  of  his  acquaintance,  the  creature  too  was  a  knight, 
trip  by  with  a  brace  of  ladies,  immediately  quitted  his  engagement 
to  follow  another  kind  of  business,  at  which  he  was  more  readvthan 

* 

in  doing  good  offices  to  men  of  desert  ;  though  no  one  was  better 
qualified  than  he,  both  in  regard  to  his  fortune  and  understand- 
ing, to  protect  them  ;  and,  from  that  time  to  the  day  of  his  death, 
poor  Butler  never  found  the  least  effect  of  his  promise  1" 

Such  is  the  story.  The  verses  are  written  with  a  degree  of 
acrimony,  such  as  neglect  and  disappointment  might  naturally 
excite  ;  and  such  as  it  would  be  hard  to  imagine  Butler  capable 
of  expressing  against  a  man  who  had  any  claim  to  his  gratitude- 

Notwithstanding  this  discouragement  and  neglect,  he  still 
prosecuted  his  design  ;  and  in  1678  published  the  third  part,  which 
still  leaves  the  poem  imperfect  and  abrupt.  How  much  more  he 
originally  intended,  or  with  what  events  the  action  was  to  be  con- 
cluded, it  is  vain  to  conjecture.  Nor  can  it  be  thought  strange 
that  he  should  stop  here,  however  unexpectedly.  To  write 
without  reward  is  sufficiently  unpleasing.  He  had  now  arrived 
at  an  age  when  he  might  think  it  proper  to  be  in  jest  no  longer, 
and  perhaps  his  health  might  now  begin  to  fail. 

He  died  in  1680  ;  and  Mr.  Longueville,  having  unsuccessfully 
bolicited  a  subscription  for  his  interment  in  Westminster  Ab- 
bey, buried  him  at  his  own  cost  in  the  churchyard  of  Covent 
Garden.*  Dr.  Simon  Patrick  read  the  service. 

*  In  a  note  in  the  "  Biographia  Britannica,"  p.  1075,  he  is  said,  on  the 
authority  of  the  younger  Mr.  Longueville,  to  have  lived  for  some  j'ears  in 
Hose  street,  Covent  Garden,  and  also  that  he  died  there;  the  latter  of 
these  particulars  is  rendered  highly  probable,  by  his  being  interred  in  the 
oemetry  of  that  parish.  II. 


LIFE  OF  BUTLER.  131 

Granger  was  informed  by  Dr.  Pearce,  who  named  for  his  au- 
thority Mr.  Lowndes  of  the  treasury,  that  Butler  had  a  yearly 
pension  of  an  hundred  pounds.     This  is  contradicted  by  all  tra- 
dition, by  the  complaints  of  Oldham,  and  by  the  reproaches  of 
Dryden  ;  and  I  am  afraid  will  never  be  confirmed. 

About  sixty  years  afterward,  Mr.  Barber,  a  printer,  mayor  of 
London,  and  a  friend  to  Butler's  principles,  bestowed  on  him  a 
monument  in  Westminster  Abbey,  thus  inscribed  ; 

M.  S. 
SAMUELIS  BUTLERT, 

Qui  Strenshamise  in  agro  Vigorn.  nat.  1612, 

obiit  Lond.  1680. 

Vir  doctus  imprimis,  acer,  integer  ; 

Operibus  Ingenii,  non  item  praemiis,  fcelix  ; 

Satyrici  apud  nos  Carmiuis  Artifex  egregius  ; 

Quo  simulates  Religionis  Larvam  detraxit, 

Et  Perduellium  scelera  liberrime  exagitavit ; 

Scriptorum  in  suo  genere,  Primus  et  Postremus. 

Ne,  cui  vivo  deerant  fere  omnia, 

Deesset  etiam  mortuo  Tumulus, 

Hoc  tandem  posito  marmore,  curavit' 

JOHANNES  BARBER,  Civis  Londinensis,  1721. 

After  his  death  were  published  three  small  volumes  of  his 
posthumous  works ;  I  know  not  by  whom  collected,  or  by  what 
authority  ascertained  ;*  and  lately,  two  volumes  more  have  been 
printed  by  Mr.  Thyer  of  Manchester,  indubitably  genuine.  From 
none  of  these  pieces  can  his  life  be  traced,  or  his  character  dis- 
covered. Some  verses,  in  the  last  collection,  show  him  to  have 
been  among  those  who  ridiculed  the  institution  of  the  royal  soci- 
ety, of  which  the  enemies  were  for  some  time  very  numerous 
and  very  acrimonious,  for  what  reason  it  is  hard  to  conceive,  since 
the  philosophers  professed  not  to  advance  doctrines,  but  to  pro- 
duce facts ;  and  the  most  zealous  enemy  of  innovation  must  ad- 
mit the  gradual  progress  of  experience,  however  he  may  oppose 
hypothetical  temerity. 

In  this  mist  of  obscurity  passed  the  life  of  Butler,  a  man  whose 
name  can  only  perish  with  his  language.  The  mode  and  place 
of  his  education  are  unknown  ;  the  events  of  his  life  are  vari- 

*  They  were  collected  into  one,  and  published  in  12nio.  1732.    H 
VOL.  I.  18 


132  LIFE  OF  BUTLER. 


related  ;  and  all  that  can  be  told  with  certainty  is,  that  he 
•was  poor. 

The  poem  of  Hudibras  is  one  of  those  compositions  of  which 
a  nation  may  justly  boast  ;  as  the  images  which  it  exhibits  are 
domestic,  the  sentiments  unborrowed  and  unexpected,  and  the 
strain  of  diction  original  and  peculiar.  We  must  not,  however, 
suffer  the  pride,  which  we  assume  as  the  countrymen  of  Butier, 
to  make  any  encroachment  upon  justice,  nor  appropriate  those 
honours  which  others  have  a  right  to  share.  The  poem  of  Hu- 
dibras is  not  wholly  English  ;  the  original  idea  is  to  be  found  in 
the  history  of  Don  Quixote  ;  a  book  to  which  a  mind  of  the 
greatest  powers  may  be  indebted  without  disgrace. 

Cervantes  shows  a  man,  who  having,  by  the  incessant  perusal 
of  incredible  tales,  subjected  his  understanding  to  his  imagina- 
tion, and  familiarized  his  mind  by  "pertinacious  meditation,  to 
trains  of  incredible  events,  and  scenes  of  impossible  existence, 
goes  out  in  the  pride  of  knighthood  to  redress  wrongs,  and  defend 
virgins,  to  rescue  captive  princesses,  and  tumble  usurpers  from 
their  thrones  ;  attended  by  a  squire,  whose  cunning,  too  low  for 
the  suspicion  of  a  generous  mind,  enables  him  often  to  cheat  his 
master. 

The  hero  of  Butler  is  a  presbyterian  justice,  who  in  the  con- 
fidence of  legal  authority,  and  the  rage  of  zealous  ignorance, 
ranges  the  country  to  repress  superstition  and  correct  abuses, 
accompanied  by  an  independent  clerk,  disputatious  and  obstinate, 
with  whom  he  often  debates,  but  never  conquers  him. 

Cervantes  had  so  much  kindness  for  Don  Quixote,  that,  how- 
ever he  embarrasses  him  with  absurd  distresses,  he  gives  him  so 
much  sense  and  virtue  as  may  preserve  our  esteem  ;  wherever 
he  is,  or  whatever  he  does,  he  is  made  by  matchless  dexterity 
commonly  ridiculous,  but  never  contemptible. 

But  for  poor  Hudibras,  his  poet  had  no  tenderness  ;  he  chooses 
not  that  any  pity  should  be  shown  or  respect  paid  him  ;  he  gives 
him  up  at  once  to  laughter  and  contempt,  without  any  quality 
that  can  dignify  or  protect  him. 

In  forming  the  character  of  Hudibras,  and  describing  his  per- 
son and  habiliments,  the  author  seems  to  labour  with  a  tumultu- 
ous confusion  of  dissimilar  ideas.  He  had  read  the  history  of 
the  mock  knights  errant  ;  he  knew  the  notions  and  manners  of  a 


LIFE  OP  BUTLER. 


133 


presbyterian  magistrate,  and  tried  to  unite  the  absurdities  of 
both,  however  distant,  in  one  personage.  Thus  he  gives  him  that 
pedantic  ostentation  of  knowledge  which  has  no  relation  to  chiv- 
alry, and  loads  him  with  martial  encumbrances  that  can  add  noth- 
ing to  his  civil  dignity.  He  sends  him  out  a  colondling,  and  yet 
never  brings  him  within  sight  of  war. 

If  Hudibras  be  considered  as  the  representative  of  the  presby- 
terians,  it  is  not  easy  to  say  why  his  weapons  should  be  repre- 
sented as  ridiculous  or  useless  ;  for,  whatever  judgment  might 
be  passed  upon  their  knowledge  or  their  arguments,  experience 
had  sufficiently  shown  that  their  swords  were  not  to  be  despised. 
The  hero,  thus  compounded  of  swaggerer  and  pedant,  of 
knight  and  justice,  is  led  forth  to  action,  with  his  squire  Ralpho, 
an  independent  enthusiast. 

Of  the  contexture  of  events  planned  by  the  author,  which  is 
called  the  action  of  the  poem,  since  it  is  left  imperfect,  no  judg- 
ment can  be  made.  It  is  probable  that  the  hero  was  to  be  led 
through  many  luckless  adventures,  which  would  give  occasion, 
like  his  attack  upon  the  bear  andjiddlc^  to  expose  the  ridiculous 
rigour  of  the  sectaries  ;  like  his  encounter  with  Sidrpphel  and 
Whacum,  to  make  superstition  and  credulity  contemptible  ;  or, 
like  his  recourse  to  the  low  retailer  of  the  law,  discover  the 
fraudulent  practices  of  different  professions. 

What  series  of  events  he  would  have  formed,  or  in  what  man- 
ner he  would  have  rewarded  or  punished  his  hero,  it  is  now  vain 
to  conjecture.  His  work  must  have  had,  as  it  seems,  the  defect 
which  Dryden  imputes  to  Spenser ;  the  action  could  not  have 
been  one  ;  there  could  only  have  been  a  succession  of  incidents, 
each  of  which  might  have  happened  without  the  rest,  and  which 
could  not  all  co-operate  to  any  single  conclusion. 

The  discontinuity  of  the  action  might  however  have  been 
easily  forgiven,  if  there  had  been  action  enough  ;  but  I  believe 
every  reader  regrets  the  paucity  of  events,  and  complains,  that  in 
the  poem  of  Hudibras,  as  in  the  history  of  Thucydides,  there  is 
more  said  than  done.  The  scenes  are  too  seldom  changed,  and 
the  attention  is  tired  with  long  conversation. 

It  is  indeed  much  more  easy  to  form  dialogues  than  to  contrive 
adventures.  Every  position  makes  way  for  an  argument,  and 
every  objection  dictates  an  answer.  When  two  disputants  are 


134  LIFE  OF  BUTLER. 

engaged  upon  a  complicated  and  extensive  question,  the  diffi- 
culty is  not  to  continue,  but  to  end  the  controversy.  But  wheth- 
er it  be  that  we  comprehend  but  few  of  the  possibilities  of  life, 
or  that  life  itself  affords  little  variety,  every  man  who  has  tried 
knows  how  much  labour  it  will  cost  to  form  such  a  combination 
of  circumstances,  as  shall  have  at  once  the  grace  of  novelty  and 
credibility,  and  delight  fancy  without  violence  to  reason. 

Perhaps  the  dialogue  of  this  poem  is  not  perfect.  Some  power 
of  engaging  the  attention  might  have  been  added  to  it,  by  quick- 
er reciprocation,  by  seasonable  interruptions,  by  sudden  questions, 
and  by  a  nearer  approach  to  dramatic  sprightliness  ;  without 
which,  fictitious  speeches  will  always  tire,  however  sparkling 
with  sentences,  and  however  variegated  with  allusions. 

The  great  source  of  pleasure  is  variety.  Uniformity  must  tire 
at  last,  though  it  be  uniformity  of  excellence.  We  love  to  ex- 
pect ;  and,  when  expectation  is  disappointed  or  gratified,  we  want 
to  be  again  expecting.  For  this  impatience  of  the  present,  who- 
ever would  please  must  make  provision.  The  skilful  writer,  ir~ 
ritat)  jmilcet,  makes  a  due  distribution  of  the  still  and  animated 
parts.  It  is  for  want  of  this  artful  intertexture,  and  those  neces- 
sary changes,  that  the  whole  of  a  book  may  be  tedious,  though 
all  the  parts  are  praised. 

If  inexhaustible  wit  could  give  perpetual  pleasure,  no  eye 
would  ever  leave  half  read,  the  work  of  Butler  ;  for  what  poet 
has  ever  brought  so  many  remote  images  so  happily  together  ? 
It  is  scarcely  possible  to  peruse  a  page  without  finding  some  as- 
sociation of  images  that  was  never  found  before.  By  the  first 
paragraph  the  reader  is  amused,  by  the  next  he  is  delighted,  and 
by  a  few  more  strained  to  astonishment ;  but  astonishment  is  a 
toilsome  pleasure  ;  he  is  soon  weary  of  wondering,  and  longs  to 
be  diverted. 

Omnia  vult  belle  Malho  dicerc,  die  aliquando 
Et  beue,  die  neutrum,  die  aliquando  male. 

Imagination  is  useless  without  knowledge  ;  nature  gives  in 
vain  the  power  of  combination,  unless  study  and  observation  sup- 
ply materials  to  be  combined.  Butler's  treasures  of  knowledge 
appear  proportioned  to  his  expense  ;  whatever  topic  employs  his 
mind,  he  shows  himself  qualified  to  expand  and  illustrate  it  with 
all  the  accessaries  that  books  can  furnish  j  he  is  found  not  only 


LIFE  OF  BUTLER.  135 

to  have  travelled  the  beaten  road,  but  the  bypaths  of  literature  ; 
not  only  to  have  taken  general  surveys,  but  to  have  examined 
particulars  with  minute  inspection. 

If  the  French  boast  the  learning  of  Rabelais,  we  need  not  be 
afraid  of  confronting  them  with  Butler. 

But  the  most  valuable  parts  of  his  performance  are  those 
which  retired  study  and  native  wit  cannot  supply.  He  that  mere- 
ly makes  a  book  from  books  may  be  useful,  but  can  scarcely  be 
great.  Butler  had  not  suffered  life  to  glide  beside  him  unseen 
or  unobserved.  He  had  watched  with  great  diligence  the  oper- 
ations of  human  nature,  and  traced  the  effects  of  opinion,  humour, 
interest,  and  passion,  From  such  remarks  proceeded  that  great 
number  of  sententious  distichs  which  have  passed  into  conversa- 
tion, and  are  added  as  proverbial  axioms  to  the  general  stock  of 
practical  knowledge. 

When  any  work  has  been  viewed  and  admired,  the  first  ques- 
tion of  intelligent  curiosity  is,  how  was  it  performed  ?  Hudibras 
was  not  a  hasty  effusion  ;  it  was  not  produced  by  a  sudden  tu- 
mult of  imagination,  or  a  short  paroxysm  of  violent  labour.  To 
accumulate  such  a  mass  of  sentiments  at  the  call  of  accidental 
desire,  or  of  sudden  necessity,  is  beyond  the  reach  and  power  of 
the  most  active  and  comprehensive  mind.  I  am  informed  by 
Mr.  Thyer  of  Manchester,  the  excellent  editor  of  this  author's 
relics,  that  he  could  show  something  like  Hudibras  in  prose.  He 
has  in  his  possession  the  common  place  book,  in  which  Butler 
reposited,  not  such  events  or  precepts  as  are  gathered  by  read- 
ing, but  such  remarks,  similitudes,  allusions,  assemblages,  or  in- 
ferences, as  occasion  prompted,  or  meditation  produced  ;  those 
thoughts  that  were  generated  in  his  own  mind,  and  might  be 
usefully  applied  to  some  future  purpose.  Such  is  the  labour  of 
those  who  write  for  immortality. 

But  human  works  are  not  easily  found  without  a  perishable 
part.  Of  the  ancient  poets  every  reader  feels  the  mythology  te- 
dious and  oppressive.  Of  Hudibras,  the  manners  being  founded 
on  opinions,  are  temporary  and  local,  and  therefore  become  every 
day  less  intelligible,  and  less  striking.  What  Cicero  says  of 
philosophy  is  true  likewise  of  wit  and  humour,  that  "time 
effaces  the  fictions  of  opinion,  and  confirms  the  determinations  of 
nature."  Such  manners  as  depend  upon  standing  relations  and 


136  Lil^E  OP  BUTLER. 

general  passions,  arc  cocxtendcd  with  the  race  of  man;  but 
those  modifications  of  life,  and  peculiarities  of  practice,  which  are 
the  progeny  of  error  and  perverscness,  or  at  best  of  some  acci- 
dental influence  or  transient  persuasion,  must  perish  with  their 
parents. 

Much  therefore  of  that  humour  which  transported  the  last* 
century  with  merriment,  is  lost  to  us,  who  do  not  know  the  sour 
solemnity,  the  sullen  superstition,  the  gloomy  moro.seness,  and 
the  stubborn  scruples  of  the  ancient  puritans  ;  or,  if  we  knew 
them,  derive  our  information  only  from  books,  or  from  tradition, 
have  never  had  them  before  our  eyes,  and  cannot  but  by  recol- 
lection and  study  understand  the  lines  in  which  they  are  satir- 
ized. Our  grandfathers  knew  the  picture  from  the  life  ;  we 
judge  of  the  life  by  contemplating  the  picture. 

It  is  scarcely  possible,  in  the  regularity  and  composure  of  the 
present  time,  to  image  the  tumult  of  absurdity,  and  clamour 
of  contradiction,  which  perplexed  doctrine,  disordered  practice, 
and  disturbed  both  public  and  private  quiet,  in  that  a;j;e,  when 
subordination  was  broken,  and  awe  was  hissed  away  ;  when  any 
unsettled  innovator,  who  could  hatch  a  half  formed  noiion,  pro- 
duced it  to  the  public  ;  when  every  man  might  become  a  preach- 
er, and  almost  every  preacher  could  collect  a  congregation. 

The  wisdom  of  the  nation  is  very  reasonably  supposed  to  reside 
in  the  parliament.  What  can  be  concluded  of  the  lower  classes 
of  the  people,  when  in  one  of  the  parliaments  summoned  by 
Cromwell  it  was  seriously  proposed,  that  all  the  records  in  the 
tower  should  be  burnt,  that  all  memory  of  things  past  should  be 
effaced,  and  that  the  whole  system  of  life  should  commence 
anew  ? 

We  have  never  been  witnesses  of  animosities  excited  by  the 
use  of  mince  pies  and  plum  porridge  ;  nor  seen  with  what  abhor- 
rence those  who  could  eat  them  at  all  other  times  of  the  year, 
would  shrink  from  them  in  December.  An  old  puritan,  who 
was  alive  in  my  childhood,  being  at  one  of  the  feasts  of  the  church 
invited  by  a  neighbour  to  partake  his  cheer,  told  him,  that  if  he 
would  treat  him  at  an  alehouse  with  beer,  brewed  for  all  times 
and  seasons,  he  should  accept  his  kindness,  but  would  have  none 
of  his  superstitious  meats  or  drinks. 

*  The  Seventeenth.    K. 


LIFE  OP  BUTLER. 

» 
One  of  the  puritanical  tenets  was  the  illegality  of  all  games  of 

chance  ;  and  he  that  reads  Gataker  upon  Lots  may  see  how 
much  learning  and  reason  one  of  the  first  scholars  of  his  age 
thought  necessary,  to  prove  that  it  was  no  crime  to  throw  a  die , 
or  play  at  cards,  or  to  hide  a  shilling  for  the  reckoning. 

Astrology,  however,  against  which  so  much  of  the  satire  is  di- 
rected, was  not  more  the  folly  of  the  puritans  than  of  others. 
It  had  in  that  time  a  very  extensive  dominion.  Its  predictions 
raised  hopes  and  fears  in  minds  which  ought  to  have  rejected  it 
with  contempt.  In  hazardous  undertakings,  care  was  taken  to 
begin  under  the  influence"  of  a  propitious  planet ;  and,  when  the 
king  was  prisoner  in  Carisbrook  castle,  an  astrologer  was  con- 
sulted what  hour  would  be  found  most  favourable  to  an  escape. 

What  effect  this  poem  had  upon  the  public,  whether  it  shamed 
imposture,  or  reclaimed  credulity,  is  not  easily  determined. 
Cheats  can  seldom  stand  long  against  laughter.  It  is  certain 
that  the  credit  of  planetary  intelligence  wore  fast  away  ;  though 
some  men  of  knowledge,  and  Dryden  among  them,  continued  to 
believe  that  conjunctions  and  oppositions  had  a  great  part  in  the 
distribution  of  good  or  evil,  and  in  the  government  of  sublunary 
things. 

Poetical  action  ought  to  be  probable  upon  certain  suppositions, 
and  such  probability  as  burlesque  requires  is  here  violated  only 
by  one  incident.  Nothing  can  show  more  plainly  the*  necessity 
of  doing  something,  and  the  difficulty  of  rinding  something  to  do, 
than  that  Butler  was  reduced  to  transfer  to  his  hero  the  flagella- 
tion of  Sancho;  not  the  most  agreeable  fiction  of  Cervantes;  very 
suitable  indeed  to  the  manners  of  that  age  and  nation,  which 
ascribed  wonderful  efficacy  to  voluntary  penances  ;  but  so  remote 
from  the  practice  and  opinions  of  the  Hudibrastic  time,  that 
judgment  and  imagination  are  alike  offended. 

The  diction  of  this  poem  is  grossly  familiar,  and  the  numbers 
purposely  neglected,  except  in  a  few  places  where  the  thoughts 
by  their  native  excellence  secure  themselves  from  violation,  being 
such  as  mean  language  cannct  express.  The  mode  of  versifi- 
cation has  been  blamed  by  Dryden,  who  regrets  that  the  heroic 
measure  was  not  rather  chosen.  To  the  critical  sentence  of 
Dryden  the  highest  reverence  would  be  due,  were  not  his  tied. 
sions  often  precipitate,  and  his  opinions  immature.  When  he 


138  LIFE  OF  BUTLER. 

wished  to  change  the  measure,  he  probably  would  have  been 
w  illing  to  change  more.  If  he  intended  that,  when  the  numbers 
were  heroic,  the  diction  should  still  remain  vulgar,  he  planned  a 
very  heterogeneous  and  unnatural  composition.  If  he  preferred 
a  general  statclincss  both  of  sound  and  words,  he  can  be  only 
understood  to  wish  that  Butler  had  undertaken  a  different  work. 

The  measure  is  quick,  sprightly,  and  colloquial,  suitable  to  the 
vulgarity  of  the  words  and  the  levity  of  the  sentiments.  But 
such  numbers  and  such  diction  can  gain  regard  only  when  they 
are  used  by  a  writer  whose  vigour  of  fancy  and  copiousness  of 
knowledge  entitle  him  to  contempt  of  ornaments,  and  who,  in 
confidence  of  the  novelty  and  justness  of  his  conceptions,  can 
aiVord  to  throw  metaphors  and  epithets  away.  To  another  that 
conveys  common  thoughts  in  careless  versification,  it  will  only 
be  said,  "  Pauper  vidcri  Cinna  vult,  8c  est  pauper."  The  mean- 
ing and  diction  will  be  worthy  of  each  other,  and  criticism  may 
justly  doom  them  to  perish  together. 

Nor  even  though  another  Butler  should  arise,  would  another 
Hudibras  obtain  the  same  regard.  Burlesque  consists  in  a  dis- 
proportion between  the  style  and  the  sentiments,  or  between  the 
adventitious  sentiments  and  the  fundamental  subject.  It  there- 
fore, like  all  bodies  compounded  of  heterogeneous  parts,  contains 
in  it  a  principle  of  corruption.  All  disproportion  is  unnatural  ; 
and  from  what  is  unnatural  we  can  derive  only  the  pleasure 
which  novelty  produces.  We  admire  it  awhile  as  a  strange 
thing  ;  but,  when  it  is  no  longer  strange,  we  perceive  its  deform- 
ity. It  is  a  kind  of  artifice,  which  by  frequent  repetition  detects 
itself ;  and  the  reader,  learning  in  time  what  he  is  to  expect,  lays 
down  iiis  book,  as  the  spectator  turns  away  from  a  second  exhi- 
bition of  those  tricks,  of  which  the  only  use  is  to  show  that  they 
can  be  played. 


ROCHESTER. 


JOHN'  WILMOT,  afterward  earl  of  Rochester,  the  son  of 
Henry  earl  of  Rochester,  better  known  by  the  title  of  lord  Wilmot, 
so  often  mentioned  in  Clarendon's  history,  was  born  April  10, 
1 647,  at  Ditchley  in  Oxfordshire.  After  a  grammatical  education 
at  the  school  of  Burford,  he  entered  a  nobleman  into  Wadham 
college  in  1659,  only  twelve  years  old  ;  and  in  1661,  at  fourteen, 
was,  with  some  other  persons  of  high  rank,  made  master  of  arts 
by  lord  Clarendon  in  "person. 

He  travelled  afterward  into  France  and  Italy  ;  and  at  his  re- 
turn devoted  himself  to  the  court.  In  1665  he  went  to  sea  with 
Sandwich,  and  distinguished  himself  at  Bergen -by  uncommon 
intrepidity  ;  and  the  next  summer  served  again  on  board  sir  Ed- 
ward Spragge,  who,  in  the  heat  of  the  engagement,  having  a 
message  of  reproof  to  send  to  one  of  his  captains,  could  find  no 
man  ready  to  carry  it  but  Wilmot,  who,  in  an  open  boat,  went 
and  returned  amidst  the  storm  of  shot. 

But  his  reputation  for  bravery  was  not  lasting  ;  he  was  re- 
proached with  slinking  away  in  street  quarrels,  and  leaving  his 
companions  to  shift  as  they  could  without  him  ;  and  Sheffield, 
duke  of  Buckingham,  has  left  a  story  of  his  refusal  to  fight  him. 

He  had  very  early  an  inclination  to  intemperance,  which  he 
totally  subdued  in  his  travels  ;  but,  when  he  became  a  courtier, 
he  unhappily  addicted  himself  to  dissolute  and  vicious  company, 
by  which  his  principles  were  corrupted,  and  his  manners  de- 
praved. He  lost  all  sense  of  religious  restraint ;  and,  finding  it 
not  convenient  to  admit  the  authority  of  laws  which  he  was  re- 
solved not  to  obey,  sheltered  his  wickedness  behind  infidelity. 

As  he  excelled  in  that  noisy  and  licentious  merriment  which 
wine  incites,  his  companions  eagerly  encouraged  him  in  excess, 
and  he  willingly  indulged  it ;  till,  as  he  confessed  to  Dr.  Burnet, 
he  was  for  five  years  together  continually  drunk,  or  so  much 
inflamed  by  frequent  ebriety,  as  in  no  interval  to  be  master  of 
himself. 

VOL.  i.  19 


LIFE  OF  ROCHESTER. 

In  this  state  he  played  many  frolics,  which  it  is  not  for  his 
honour  that  we  should  remember,  and  which  are  not  now  dis- 
tinctly known.  He  often  pursued  low  amours  in  mean  disguises, 
and  always  acted  with  great  exactness  and  dexterity  the  charac- 
ters which  he  assumed. 

He  once  erected  a  stage  on  Tower  hill,  and  harangued  the 
populace  as  a  mountebank  ;  and,  having  made  physic  part  of 
his  study,  is  said  to  have  practised  it  successfully. 

He  was  so  much  in  favour  with  king  Charles,  that  he  was 
made  one  of  the  gentlemen  of  the  bed  chamber,  and  comptroller 
of  Woodstock  park. 

Having  an  active  and  inquisitive  mind,  he  never,  except  in  his 
paroxysms  of  intemperance,  was  wholly  negligent  of  study ;  he 
read  what  is  considered  as  polite  learning  so  much,  that  he  is  men- 
tioned by  Wood  as  the  greatest  scholar  of  all  the  nobility.  Some- 
times he  retired  into  the  country,  and  amused  himself  with  writ- 
ing libels,  in  which  he  did  not  pretend  to  confine  himself  to  truth. 
His  favourite  author  in  French  was  Boileau,  and  in  English 
Cowlcy. 

Thus  in  a  course  of  drunken  gaiety,  and  gross  sensuality,  with 
intervals  of  study  perhaps  yet  more  criminal,  with  an  avow- 
ed contempt  of  all  decency  and  order,  a  total  disregard  to  every 
moral,  and  a  resolute  denial  of  every  religious  obligation,  he  lived 
worthless  and  useless,  and  blazed  out  his  youth  and  his  health  in 
lavish  voluptuousness  ;  till,  at  the  age  of  one  and  thirty,  he  had 
exhausted  the  fund  of  life,  and  reduced  himself  to  a  state  of 
weakness  and  decav. 

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At  this  time  he  was  led  to  an  acquaintance  with  Dr.  Burnet, 
to  whom  he  laid  open  with  great  freedom  the  tenor  of  his  opin- 
ions, and  the  course  of  his  life,  and  from  whom  he  received  such 
conviction  of  the  reasonableness  of  moral  duty,  and  the  truth  of 
Christianity,  as  produced  a  total  change  both  of  his  manners  and 
opinions.  The  account  of  those  salutary  conferences  is  given  by 
Burnet,  in  a  book,  entitled,  "  Some  passages  of  the  life  and  death 
of  John  earl  of  Rochester  ;"  which  the  critic  ought  to  read  for  its 
elegance,  the  philosopher  for  its  arguments,  and  the  saint  for  iu 
piety.  It  were  an  injury  to  the  reader  to  ofier  him  an  abridgment. 

He  died  July  26,  1680,  before  he  had  completed  his  thirty 
fourth  year  ;  and  was  so  worn  away  by  a  long  illness,  that  lif<r 
went  out  without  a  struggle. 


LIFE  OF  ROCHESTER. 

Lord  Rochester  was  eminent  for  the  vigour  of  his  colloquial 
wit,  and  remarkable  for  many  wild  pranks  and  sallies  of  extrava- 
gance. The  glare  of  his  general  character  diffused  itself  upon 
his  writings  ;  the  compositions  of  a  man  whose  name  was  heard 
so  often,  were  certain  of  attention,  and  from  many  readers  certain 
of  applause.  This  blaze  of  reputation  is  not  yet  quite  extinguish- 
ed  ;  and  his  poetry  still  retains  some  splendour  beyond  that  which 
genius  has  bestowed. 

Wood  and  Burnet  give  us  reason  to  believe,  that  much  was 
imputed  to  him  which  he  did  not  write.  I  know  not  by  whom 
the  original  collection  was  made,  or  by  what  authority  its  genu- 
ineness was  ascertained.  The  first  edition  was  published  in  the 
year  of  his  death,  with  an  air  of  concealment,  professing  in  the 
title  page  to  be  printed  at  Antwerp. 

Of  some  of  the  pieces,  however,  there  is  no  doubt.  The  im- 
itation of  Horace's  satire,  the  verses  to  lord  Mulgrave,  the  satire 
against  man,  the  verses  upon  nothing,  and  perhaps  some  others, 
are  I  believe  genuine,  and  perhaps  most  of  those  which  the  late 
collection  exhibits. 

As  he  cannot  be  supposed  to  have  found  leisure  for  any  course 
of  continued  study,  his  pieces  are  commonly  short,  such  as  one 
fit  of  resolution  would  produce. 

His  songs  have  no  particular  character  ;  they  tell,  like  other 
songs,  in  smooth  and  easy  language,  of  scorn  and  khldness,  dis- 
mission and  desertion,  absence  and  inconstancy,  with  the  common 
places  of  artificial  courtship.  They  are  commonly  smooth  and 
easy  ;  but  have  little  nature,  and  little  sentiment. 

His  imitation  of  Horace  on  Lucilius  is  not  inelegant,  or  un- 
happy. In  the  reign  of  Charles  the  second  began  that  adaptation, 
which  has  since  been  very  frequent,  of  ancient  poetry  to  present 
times  ;  and  perhaps  few  will  be  found  where  the  parallelism  is 
better  preserved  than  in  this.  The  versification  is  indeed  some- 
times careless,  but  it  is  sometimes  vigorous  and  weighty. 

The  strongest  effort  of  his  muse  is  his  poem  upon  nothing. 
He  is  not  the  first  who  has  chosen  this  barren  topic  for  the  boast 
of  his  fertility.  There  is  a  poem  called  Nihil  in  Latin  by  Passe- 
rat,  a  poet  and  critic  of  the  sixteenth  century  in  France  ;  who, 
in  his  own  epitaph,  expresses  his  zeal  for  good  poetry  thus  ; 

— Molliter  ossa  quiescent 
Sint  modo  carminibus  non  onerata  malis. 


u  KK  OK  norilESTER. 
His  works  arc  not  common,  and  therefore  I  shall  subjoin  his 


In  examining  this  performance,  nothing  must  be  considered 
as  having  not  only  a  negative,  but  a  kind  of  positive  Bonification  ; 
as,  I  lu-cd  not  frar  thieves,  I  have  nothing  ;  and  nothing  is  a  very 
powerful  protector.  In  the  first  part  of  the  sentence  it  is  taken 
negatively  ;  in  the  second  it  is  taken  positively,  as  an  agent.  In 
one  of  JJoilcau's  lines  it  was  a  question,  whether  he  should  use  a 
rictifctiffi  or  a  ncricn  juirc  ;  and  the  first  was  preferred  because 
it  gave  rien  a  sense  in  some  sort  positive.  Nothing  can  be  a  sub- 
ject only  in  its  positive  sense,  ami  such  a  sense  is  given  it  in  the 
first  line  ; 

Nothing,  tliou  elder  brother  ev'n  to  shade. 

In  this  line,  I  know  not  whether  he  does  not  allude  to  a  curious 
book  De  Umbra,  by  Wowerus,  which,  having  told  the  qualities  of 
ahade^  concludes  with  a  poem  in  which  are  these  lines  ; 

Jam  primum  terram  validis  circumspice  claustris 
Suspcnsam  totam,  decus  admirabile  mundi 
Terrasque  tractusque  maris,  camposque  liquentes 
Aeris  et  vasti  laqueata  palatia  coeli  - 
Omnibus  UMBRA  prior. 

The  positive  sense  is  generally  preserved  with  great  skill 
through  thf)  whole  poem  ;  though  sometimes,  in  a  subordinate 
si-  use,  the  negative  nothing  is  injudiciously  mingled.  Passerat 
confounds  the  two  senses. 

Another  of  his  most  vigorous  pieces  is  his  lampoon  on  sir 
Car  Scroop,  who,  in  a  poem  called  "  The  Praise  of  Satire,"  had 
some  lines  like  these  ;* 

lie  \\lio  can  push  into  a  midnight  fray 
llisbravi-  companion,  and  then  run  away, 
Leaving  him  to  be  murder'd  in  the  street, 
Then  put  it  off  with  some  buffoon  conceit  ; 
Him,  thus  dishonour'*],  for  a  wit  you  own, 
And  court  him  as  top  tiddler  of  the  town. 

This  was  meant  of  Rochester,  whose  buffoon  conceit  was,  I 
suppose,  a  saying  often  mentioned,  that  every  man  would  be  a 

coward  if  he  durst;  and  drew  from  him  those  furious  verses; 

• 

*  I  quote  from  memory.    Dr.  J. 


LIFE  OF  ROCHESTER.  143 

to  which  Scroop  made  in  reply  an  epigram,  ending  with  these 
lines ; 

Thou  canst  hurt  no  man's  fame  with  thy  ill  word  ; 
Thy  pen  is  full  as  harmless  as  thy  sword. 

Of  the  satire  against  man-,  Rochester  can  only  claim  what  re- 
mains when  all  Boileau's  part  is  taken  away. 

In  all  his  works  there  is  sprightliness  and  vigour,  and  every 
where  may  be  found  tokens  of  a  mind  which  study  might  have 
carried  to  excellence.  What  more  can  be  expected  from  a  life 
spent  in  ostentatious  contempt  of  regularity,  and  ended  before  the 
abilities  of  many  other  men  began  to  be  displayed  ?* 


POEMA  Cl.  V.  JOANNIS  PASSERATII, 

REGII  IN  ACADEMIA  PARISIENSI  PROFESSORIS. 

AD  ORNATISSIMUM  VIRUM  ERRICUM  MEMMIUM. 

Janus  adest,  festse  poscunt  sua  dona  Kalendse, 
Munus  ahest  festis  quod  possim  offerre  Kalendis. 
Siccine  Oastalius  nobis  exaruit  humor  ? 
Usque  adeo  ingenii  nostri  est  exhausta  facultas, 
Irnmunem  ut  videat  redeuntis  janitor  anni  ? 
Quod  nusquam  est,  potius  nova  per  vestigia  quseram. 

Ecce  autem  partes  dum  sese  versat  in  omnes 
Invenit  mea  Musa  NIHIL,  ne  despice  munus. 
Nam  NIHIL  est  gemmis,  NIHIL  est  pretiosius  auro. 
Hue  animum,  hue  igitur  vultus  adverte  benignos  j 
Res  nova  narratur  quse  nulli  audita  priorum. 
Ausonii  Sc  Graii  dixerunt  ctetera  vates, 
Ausonise  indictum  NIHIL  est  Grsecseque  Camcenae. 

E  coslo  quacunque  Ceres  sua  prospicit  arva, 
Aut  genitor  liquidis  orbem  compleetitur  ulnis 
Oceanus,  NIHIL  interitus  et  originis  expers. 
Immortale  NIHIL,  NIHIL  omni  parte  beatum. 
Quod  si  hinc  majestas  &  vis  divina  probatur, 
Num.  quid  honore  deiim,  num  quid  dignabimur  aris  i 
Conspectu  lucis  NIHIL,  est  jucundius  almse, 
Vere  NIHIL,  NIHIL  irriguo  formosius  horto, 
Florid ius  pratis,  Zephyri  clernentius  aura  ; 
In  bello  sanctum  NIHIL  est,  Martisque  tumultu  ; 

*  The  late  George  Steevens,  Esq.  made  the  selection  of  Rochester's  poems 
•which  appears  in  Dr.  Johnson's  edition  ;  but  Mr.  Malone  observes,  that  the 
same  task  had  been  performed  in  the  early  part  of  the  last  century  by 
Jacob  Tonson.  C. 


144  LIFE  OF  HOCHKSTKR. 

Justum  in  pace  NIHIL,  NIHIL  est  in  fojdere  tutum 

lYlix  cui  NIHIL  est,  fuerant  hiec  votu  Tibullo, 

Non  timet  insidias  ;  furcs,  incendia  temnit; 

Sollicitas  scquitur  nullo  sub  judice  lites. 

Hie  ipsc  invictis  qui  subjicit  omnia  fatis 

Zenoiiis  siiniuis,  NIHIL  ndmiratur  fcc  optat. 

Socratici(|ue  grcgis  fuit  ista  scicntia  quondam, 

Scirc  NIHIL,  studio  cui  mine  incumbitur  uni. 

Nee  r|uic([iiaiu  in  ludo  mavult  didicisse  juvcntug, 

Ad  magnas  quia  ducit  opes,  &  eulinen  hoaorum. 

Nosce  NIHIL,  nosces  fertur  quod  Pythagorese 

Grano  hie  re  re  fabce,  cui  vox  adjuucta  negantis. 

Multi  VIcrcurio  frcti  dnce  viscera  terrse 

Pura  liquet'aciunt  simul,  &  patrimouia  raiscent, 

Arcano  instant es  open,  &  carbonibus  atris, 

Qui  taridcni  cxhuusti  damnls,  fractique  labore, 

InviMiiunt  atquc  inventum  JJIHIL  usque  requirunt. 

Hoc  dimcliri  non  ulla  dcccmpeda  possit; 

Ncc  numerct  Libyc«  niimerum  qui  callet  aren«  ; 

Et  Phcebo  ig-notum  NIHIL  cat,  NIHIL  altius  astris. 

Tuque,  tibi  licet  cximium  sit  mentis  acumen, 

Omnem  in  naturam  pcnetrans,  et  in  abdita  rerum, 

Pace  tua,  Meinmi,  NIHIL  ignorare  videris. 

Sole  tamen  NIHIL  est,  &  puro  clarius  igne. 

Tange  NIHIL,  dicesque  NIHIL  sine  corpore  tangi. 

Cerne  NIHIL,  cerni  dices  XIHIL  absque  colore. 

Surdum  audit  loquiturque  NIHIL  sine  voce,  volatque 

Absque  ope  pennaruni,  &t  graditur  sine  cruribus  ullis. 

Absque  loco  motuque  NIHIL  per  inane  vagatur. 

Humano  generi  utilius  NIHIL  arte  mcdendi. 

Ne  rhombos  igitur,  neu  Thessala  murmura  tentet 

Idalia  vacuum  trajectus  arundine  pectus, 

Neu  legal  Idaeo  Dictseum  in  verticc  gramen. 

Vulneribus  s*vi  NIHIL  auxiliatur  amoris. 

Vexerit  k  qucmvis  trans  mcestas  portitor  undas, 

Ad  superos  imo  NIHIL  hunc  revocabit  ab  orco. 

Inferni  NIHIL  inflectit  pracordia  regis, 

Parcarumque  colos,  k  inexorabile  pensum. 

Obruta  Phlegrais  campis  Titania  pubes 

Fulmineo  scusit  NIHIL  esse  potentius  ictu  ; 

Porrigitur  magni  NIHIL  extra  mosnia  mundi  ; 

Diique  NIHIL  metuuut.     Quid  longo  carmiue  plura 

Commemorem  ?  Virtute  NIHIL  praestantius  ipsa, 

Splendidius  NIHIL  est;  NIHIL  est  Jove  denique  majus. 

Scd  tempus  finem  argutis  imponere  nugis  ; 

Ne  tibi  si  multa  laudem  mea  carmina  charta, 

De  NIHILO  NIHILJ  pariaut  tastidia  versus. 


ROSCOMMON. 


WENT  WORTH  DILLON,  earl  of  Roscommon,  was  the  soa 
of  James  Dillon  and  Elizabeth  Wentworth,  sister  to  the  earl  of 
Strafford.  He  was  born  in  Ireland*  during  the  lieutenancy  of 
Stratford,  who,  being  both  his  uncle  and  his  godfather,  gave  him 
his  own  sirname.  His  father,  the  third  earl  of  Roscommon,  had 
been  converted  by  Usher  to  the  protestant  religion  ;  and  when 
the  popish  rebellion  broke  out,  Strafford  thinking  the  family  in 
great  danger  from  the  fury  of  the  Irish,  sent  for  his  godson,  and 
placed  him  at  his  own  seat  in  Yorkshire,  where  he  was  instructed 
in  Latin  ;  which  he  learned  so  as  to  write  it  with  purity  and 
elegance,  though  he  was  never  able  to  retain  the  rules  of  gram- 
mar. 

Such  is  the  account  given  by  Mr.  Fenton,  from  whose  notes 
on  Waller,  most  of  this  account  must  be  borrowed,  though  I 
know  not  whether  all  that  he  relates  is  certain.  The  instructor 
whom  he  assigns  to  Roscommon,  is  one  Dr.  /&//,  by  whom  he 
cannot  mean  the  famous  Hall,  then  an  old  man  and  a  bishop. 

When  the  storm  broke  out  upon  Strafford,  his  house  was 
a  shelter  no  longer  ;  and  Dillon,  by  the  advice  of  Usher,  was  sent 
to  Caen,  where  the  protestants  had  then  an  university,  and  con- 
tinued his  studies  under  Bochart. 

Young  Dillon,  who  was  sent  to  study  under  Bochart,  and  who 
is  represented  as  having  already  made  great  proficiency  in  liter- 
ature, could  not  fre  more  than  nine  years  old.  Strafford  went  to 
govern  Ireland  in  1633,  and  was  put  to  death  eight  years  after- 
ward. That  he  was  sent  to  Caen,  is  certain  ;  that  he  was  a  great 
scholar,  may  be  doubted. 

At  Caen  he  is  said  to  have  had  some  preternatural  intelligence 
of  his  father's  death. 

*  The  Blog.  rJritan.  says,  probably  about  the  year  1632;  but  this  is  in- 
insistent,  with  the  date  of  Stratford's  viceroyalty  in  the  following  page,  r., 


14G  LIFE  OF  HOSCOMMON. 

"  The  lord  Roscommon,  being  a  boy  often  years  of  age,  at 
Cat-,,  i  i  \ormandy,  one  day  was,  as  it  were,  madly  extravagant 
in  pitying,  leaping,  getting  over  the  tables,  boards,  Jkc.  He  was 
•wont  '«>  be  sober  enough  ;  they  said,  God  grant  this  bodes  no  ill 
>  i/nn  !  In  the  heat  of  this  extravagant  fit,  he  cries  out, 
M  ./,;///,;•  /.s  drad.  A  fortnight  after,  news  came  from  Ireland 
tlu-t  liis  father  was  dead.  This  account  I  had  from  Mr.  Knolles, 
who  vvat,  his  governor,  and  then  witii  him  ;  since  secretary  to 
the  earl  of  Strufford  ;  and  I  have  heard  his  lordship's  relations 
confirm  the  same.'*  Aubrey's  Miscellany. 

The  present  age  is  very  little  inclined  to  favour  any  accounts 
of  this  kind,  nor  will  the  name  of  Aubrey  much  recommend  it 
to  credit  ;  it  ought  not,  however,  to  be  omitted,  because  better 
evidence  of  a  fact  cannot  easily  be  found  than  is  here  offered  ; 
and  it  must  be  by  preserving  such  relations  that  we  may  at  last 
judge  how  much  they  are  to  be  regarded.  If  we  stay  to  exam- 
ine this  account,  we  shall  sec  difficulties  on  both  sides  ;  here  is 
a  relation  of  a  fact  given  by  a  man  who  had  no  interest  to  deceive, 
ami  who  could  not  be  deceived  himself;  and  here  is,  on  the 
other  hand,  a  miracle  which  produces  no  effect  ;  the  order  of 
nature  is  interrupted,  to  discover  not  a  future,  but  only  a  distant 
event,  the  knowledge  of  which  is  of  no  use  to  him  to  whom  it  is 
revealed.  Between  these  difficulties  what  way  shall  be  found  ? 
Is  reason  or  testimony  to  be  rejected  ?  I  believe  what  Osborne 
says  of  an  appearance  of  sanctity  may  be  applied  to  such  impulses 
or  anticipations  as  this  ;  Do  not  wholly  slight  them,  because  they 
muy  be  true  ;  but  do  not  easily  trust  them,  because  they  may  be 


The  state  both  of  England  and  Ireland  was,  at  this  time  such, 
that  he  who  was  absent  from  either  country  had  very  little  temp- 
tation to  return  ;  and  therefore  Roscommon,  when  he  left  Caen, 
travelled  into  Italy,  and  amused  himself  with  its  antiquities,  and 
particularly  with  medals,  in  which  he  acquired  uncommon  skill. 

At  the  restoration,  with  the  other  friends  of  monarchy,  he 
came  to  England,  was  made  captain  of  the  band  of  pensioners, 
and  learned  so  much  of  the  dissoluteness  of  the  court,  that  he 
addicted  himself  immoderately  to  gaming,  by  which  he  was  en- 
gaged in  frequent  quarrels,  and  which  undoubtedly  brought  upon 
him  its  usual  concomitants,  extravagance  and  distress. 


UFE  OF  ROSCOMMON. 

After  some  time,  a  dispute  about  part  of  his  estate  forced  him 
Into  Ireland,  where  he  was  made,  by  the  duke  of  Ormond,  cap- 
tain of  the  guards,  and  met  with  an  adventure  thus  related  by 
Fenton. 

"  He  was  at  Dublin  as  much  as  ever  distempered  with  the 
same  fatal  affection  for  play,  which  engaged  him  in  one  adven- 
ture that  well  deserves  to  be  related.  As  he  returned  to  his 
lodgings  from  a  gaming  table,  he  was  attacked  in  the  dark  by 
three  ruffians,  who  were  employed  to  assassinate  him.  The  earl 
defended  himself  with  so  much  resolution,  that  he  despatched 
one  of  the  aggressors,  whilst  a  gentleman,  accidentally  passing 
that  way,  interposed,  and  disarmed  another  ;  the  third  secured 
himself  by  flight.  This  generous  assistant  was  a  disbanded  offi- 
cer, of  a  good  family  and  fair  reputation  ;  who,  by  what  we  call 
the  partiality  of  fortune,  to  avoid  censuring  the  iniquities  of  the 
times,  wanted  even  a  plain  suit  of  clothes  to  make  a  decent  ap- 
pearance at  the  castle.  But  his  lordship,  on  this  occasion,  pre- 
senting him  to  the  duke  of  Ormond,  with  great  importunity  pre- 
vailed with  his  grace,  that  he  might  resign  his  post  of  captain  of 
the  guards  to  his  friend  ;  which  for  about  three  years  the  gen- 
tleman enjoyed,  and,  upon  his  death,  the  duke  returned  the  com- 
mission to  his  generous  benefactor." 

When  he  had  finished  his  business,  he  returned  to  London  ; 
was  made  master  of  the  horse  to  the  dutchess  of  York  ;  and  mar- 
ried the  lady  Frances,  daughter  of  the  earl  of  Burlington,  and 
widow  of  colonel  Courteney. 

He  now  busied  his  mind  with  literary  projects,  and  formed  the 
plan  of  a  society  for  refining  our  language,  and  fixing  its  stand- 
ard ;  in  imitation,  says  Fenton,  of  those  learned  and  polite  societies 
with  which  he  had  been  acquainted  abroad.  In  this  design  his 
friend  Dry  den  is  said  to  have  assisted  him. 

The  same  design,  it  is  well  known,  was  revived  by  Dr.  Swift 
in  the  ministry  of  Oxford ;  but  it  has  never  since  been  publicly 
mentioned,  though  at  that  time  great  expectations  were  formed 
by  some  of  its  establishment  and  its  effects.  Such  a  society 
might,  perhaps,  without  much  difficulty,  be  collected  ;  but  that 
it  would  produce  what  is  expected  from  it,  may  be  doubted. 

The  Italian  academy  seems  to  have  obtained  its  end.  The 
language  was  refined,  and  so  fixed  that  it  has  changed  but  little. 

VOL.  I.  20 


145  LT1  L  01-  I105CO.MMOX. 

The  French  academy  thought  that  they  refined  their  language, 
and  doubtless  thought  rightly  ;  but  the  event  has  not  shown  that 
they  fixed  it  ;  for  the  French  of  the  present  lime  is  very  differ- 
ent from  that  of  the  last  century. 

In  this  country  an  academy  could  be  expected  to  do  but  little. 
If  an  academician's  place  were  profitable,  it  would  be  given  by  in- 
terest; if  attendance  were  gratuitous,  it  would  be  rarely  paid, 
and  no  man  would  endure  the  least  disgust.  Unanimity  is  im- 
possible, and  debute  would  separate  the  assembly. 

But  suppose  the  philological  decree  made  and  promulgated, 
what  would  be  its  authority  ?  In  absolute  governments,  there  is 
sometimes  a  general  reverence  paid  to  all  that  has  the  sanction 
of  power,  and  the  countenance  of  greatness.  How  little  this  is 
the  state  of  our  country  needs  not  to  be  told.  We  live  in  an  age 
in  which  it  is  a  kind  of  public  sport  to  refuse  all  respect  that  can- 
not be  enforced.  The  edicts  of  an  English  academy  would  prob- 
ably be  read  by  many,  only  that  they  might  be  sure  to  disobey 
them. 

That  our  language  is  in  perpetual  danger  of  corruption  can- 
not be  denied  ;  but  what  prevention  can  be  found  ?  The  present 
manners  of  the  nation  would  deride  authority ;  and  therefore 
nothing  is  left  but  that  every  writer  should  criticise  himself. 

All  hopes  of  new  literary  institutions  were  quickly  suppressed 
by  the  contentious  turbulence  of  king  James's  reign  ;  and  Ros- 
common,  foreseeing  that  some  violent  concussion  of  the  state  was 
at  hand,  purposed  to  retire  to  Rome,  alleging,  that  it  ii'cis  best  to 
sit  near  the  chimney  ivlicn  the  chantbcr  smoked ;  a  sentence,  of 
which  the  application  seems  not  very  clear. 

His  departure  was  delayed  by  the  gout  ;  and  he  was  so  im- 
patient cither  of  hinderance  or  of  pain,  that  he  submitted  him- 
self to  a  French  empiric,  who  is  said  to  have  repelled  the  disease 
into  his  bowels. 

At  the  moment  in  which  he  expired,  he  uttered,  with  an  en- 
ergy of  voice  that  expressed  the  most  fervent  devotion,  two  lines 
of  his  own  version  of  Dies  Irce. 

My  Cod,  my  fjithcr,  and  my  friend, 
Do  not  forsake  rue  in  my  end. 

He  died  in  1684  ;  and  was  buried  with  great  pomp  in  West- 
minster Abbey. 


LIFE  OF  ROSCOMMON.  149 

His  poetical  character  is  given  by  Mr.  Fentoii. 

"  In  his  writings,"  says  Fenton,  "  we  view  the  image  of  a  mind 
which  was  naturally  serious  and  solid  ;  richly  furnished  and 
adorned  with  all  the  ornaments  of  learning,  unaffectedly  disposed 
in  the  most  regular  and  elegant  order.  His  imagination  might 
have  probably  been  more  fruitful  and  sprightly,  if  his  judgment 
had  been  less  severe.  But  thut  severity,  delivered  in  a  mascu- 
line, clear,  succinct  style,  contributed  to  make  him  so  eminent  in 
the  didactical  manner,  that  no  man,  with  justice,  can  affirm  he 
was  ever  equalled  by  any  of  our  nation,  without  confessing  at  the 
same  time  that  he  is  inferior  to  none.  In  some  other  kinds  of 
writing  his  genius  seems  to  have  wanted  fire  to  attain  the  point 
of  perfection  ;  but  who  can  attain  it  ?" 

From  this  account  of  the  riches  of  his  mind,  who  would  not 
imagine  that  they  had  been  displayed  in  large  volumes  and  nu- 
merous performances  ?  Who  would  not,  after  the  perusal  of  this 
character,  be  surprised  to  find  that  all  the  proofs  of  his  genius, 
and  knowledge,  and  judgment,  are  not  sufficient  to  form  a  single 
book,  or  to  appear  otherwise  than  in  conjunction  with  the  works 
of  some  other  writer  of  the  same  petty  size  ?*  But  thus  it  is  that 
characters  are  written  ;  we  know  somewhat,  and  we  imagine 
the  rest.  The  observation,  that  his  imagination  would  probably 
have  been  more  fruitful  and  sprightly  if  his  judgment  had  been 
less  severe,  may  be  answered,  by  a  remarker  somewhat  inclined 
to  cavil,  by  a  contrary  supposition,  that  his  judgment  would  prob- 
ably have  been  less  severe,  if  his  imagination  had  been  more 
fruitful.  It  is  ridiculous  to  oppose  judgment  to  imagination  ;  for 
it  does  not  appear  that  men  have  necessarily  less  of  one  as  they 
have  more  of  the  other. 

We  must  allow  of  Roscommon,  what  Fenton  has  not  mention- 
ed so  distinctly  as  he  ought,  and  what  is  yet  very  much  to  his 

*  They  were  published,  together  with  those  of  Duke,  in  an  octavo  vol. 
urae,  in  1717.  The  editor,  whoever  he  was,  professes  to  have  taken  great 
care  to  procure  and  insert  all  of  his  lordship's  poems  that  are  truly  genu- 
ine. The  truth  of  this  assertion  is  flatly  denied  hy  the  author  of  an  account 
of  Mr  John  Pomfret,  prefixed  to  his  remains  ;  who  asserts,  that  the  Pros- 
nect  of  Death  was  written  by  that  person  many  years  after  lord  Roscom- 
raon's  decease ;  as  also,  that  the  paraphrase  of  the  prayer  of  Jeremy  AVSS 
written  by  a  gentleman  of  the  name  of  Southcourt,  living  in  the  year 
1724,  H. 


i  JO  LIFI-:  OF  ROSCO.MMON. 

honour,  that  he  is  perhaps  the  only  correct  writer  in  verse  before 
Acklison  ;  and  that,  if  there  are  not  so  many  or  so  great  beauties 
in  his  compositions  as  in  those  of  some  contemporaries,  there  are 
at  leant  fewer  faults.  Nor  is  this  his  highest  praise  ;  for  Mr. 
Pope  has  celebrated  him  as  the  only  moral  writer  of  king  Charles's 
reign. 

Unhappy  Drydcu  !  in  all  Charles's  days, 
Koscommon  only  boasts  unspotted  lays. 

His  great  work  is  his  Essay  on  Translated  Verse  ;  of  which 
Dryclen  writes  thus  in  the  preface  to  his  Miscellanies. 

"  It  was  my  lord  Roscommon's  Essay  on  Translated  Verse,*' 
says  Diyden,  "  which  made  me  uneasy,  till  I  tried  whether  or 
no  I  was  capable  of  following  his  rules,  and  of  reducing  the 
speculation  into  practice.  For  many  a  fair  precept  in  poetry  is 
like  a  seeming  demonstration  in  mathematics,  very  specious  in 
the  diagram,  but  failing  in  the  mechanic  operation.  I  think  I 
have  generally  observed  his  instructions  ;  I  am  sure  my  reason 
is  sufficiently  convinced  both  of  their  truth  and  usefulness;  which, 
in  other  words,  is  to  confess  no  less  a  vanity  than  to  pretend  that 
I  have,  at  least  in  some  places,  made  examples  to  his  rules." 

This  declaration  of  Dryclen  will,  I  am  afraid,  be  found  liule 
more  than  one  of  those  cursory  civilities  which  one  author  pays 
to  another ;  for  when  the  sum  of  lord  Roscommon's  precepts  is 
collected,  it  will  not  be  easy  to  discover  how  they  can  qualify  their 
reader  for  a  better  performance  of  translation  than  might  have 
been  attained  by  his  own  reflections. 

He  that  can  abstract  his  mind  from  the  elegance  of  the  poetry, 
and  confine  it  to  the  sense  of  the  precepts,  will  find  no  other 
direction  than  that  the  author  should  be  suitable  to  the  transla- 
tor's genius  ;  that  he  should  be  such  as  may  deserve  a  transla- 
tion ;  that  he  who  intends  to  translate  him  should  endeavour  to 
understand  him  ;  that  perspicuity  should  be  studied,  and  unusual 
and  uncouth  names  sparingly  inserted  ;  and  that  the  style  of  the 
original  should  be  copied  in  its  elevation  and  depression.  These 
are  the  rules  that  arc  celebrated  as  so  definite  and  important  ; 
and  for  the  delivery  of  which  to  mankind  so  much  honour  has 
been  paid.  Roscommon  has  indeed  deserved  his  praises,  had 
they  been  given  with  discernment,  and  bestowed  not  on  the  rules 


LIFE  OF  ROSCOMMON.  151 

themselves,  but  the  art  with  which  they  are  introduced,  and  the 
decorations  with  which  they  are  adorned .    . 

The  essay,  though  generally  excellent,  is  not  without  its  faults. 
The  story  of  the  quack,  borrowed  from  Boileau,  was  not  worth 
the  importation  ;  he  has  confounded  the  British  and  Saxon  my- 
thology. 

I  grant  that  from  some  mossy  idol  oak, 

In  double  rhymes,  our  Thor  and  Woden  spoke. 

The  oak,  as  I  think  Giklon  has  observed,  belonged  to  the  Brit- 
ish druicls,  and  Thor  and  Woden  were  Saxon  deities.  Of  the 
double  rhymes,  which  he  so  liberally  supposes,  he  certainly  had 
no  knowledge. 

His  interposition  of  a  long  paragraph  of  blank  verses  is  un- 
warrantably licentious.  Latin  poets  might  as  well  have  introduc- 
ed a  series  of  iambics  among-  their  heroics. 

His  next  work  is  the  translation  of  the  art  of  poetry  ;  which 
has  received,  in  my  opinion,  not  less  praise  than  it  deserves. 
Blank  verse,  left  merely  to  its  numbers,  has  little  operation 
either  on  the  ear  or  mind  ;  it  can  hardly  support  itself  without 
bold  figures  and  striking  images.  A  poem  frigidly  didactic, 
without  rhyme,  is  so  near  to  prose,  that  the  reader  only  scorns  it 
for  pretending  to  be  verse. 

Having  disentangled  himself  from  the  difficulties  of  rhyme,  he 
may  justly  be  expected  to  give  the  sense  of  Horace  with  great 
exactness,  and  to  suppress  no  subtility  of  sentiment  for  the  diffi- 
culty of  expressing  it.  This  demand,  however,  his  translation 
will  not  satisfy  ;  Avhat  he  found  obscure,  I  do  not  know  that  he 
has  ever  cleared. 

Among  his  smaller  works,  the  eclogue  of  Virgil  and  the  Dten 
Ir<K  are  well  translated ;  though  the  best  line  in  the  Dies  Ir<z  is 
borrowed  from  Dryden.  In  return,  succeeding  poets  have  bor- 
rowed from  Roscommon. 

In  the  verses  on  the  lap  dog,  the  pronouns  thou  and  you  are 
offensively  confounded  ;  and  the  turn  at  the  end  is  from  Waller. 

His  versions  of  the  two  odes  of  Horace  are  made  with  great 
liberty,  which  is  not  recompensed  by  much  elegance  or  vigour. 

His  political  verses  are  sprightly,  and  when  they  v/ere  written 
•must  have  been  very  popular. 


UI-T.  UK  KOSCOMMON. 

Of  the  scene  of  Guarini,  and  the  prologue  to  Poinftcy,  Mrs. 
Philips,  in  her  letters  to  sir  Charles  Cottcrel,  has  given  the 
history. 

"  Lord  Roscommon,"  says  she,  "  is  certainly  one  of  the  most 
promising  young  noblemen  in  Ireland.  He  has  paraphrased  a 
psalm  admirably  ;  and  a  scene  of  Paster  Fido  very  finely,  in 
some  places  much  better  than  sir  Richard  Fanshaw.  This  was 
undertaken  merely  in  compliment  to  me,  who  happened  to  say 
that  it  was  the  best  scene  in  Italian,  and  the  worst  in  English- 
He  was  only  two  hours  about  it.  It  begins  thus  ; 

"  Dear  happy  groves,  and  you  the  dark  retreat 
Of  silent  horror,  rest's  eternal  seat." 

From  these  lines,  which  arc  since  somewhat  mended,  it  ap- 
pears that  he  did  not  think  a  work  of  two  hours  fit  to  endure  the 
eye  of  criticism  without  revisal. 

When  Mrs.  Philips  was  in  Ireland,  some  ladies  that  had  seen 
her  translation  of  Pompey,  resolved  to  bring  it  on  the  stage  at 
Dublin  ;  and,  to  promote  their  design,  lord  Roscommon  gave 
them  a  prologue,  and  sir  Edward  Bering  an  epilogue;  "which," 
says  she,  "  are  the  best  performances  of  those  kinds  I  ever  saw.'* 
If  this  is  not  criticism,  it  is  at  least  gratitude.  The  thought  of 
bringing  Cesar  and  Pompey  into  Ireland,  the  only  country  over 
which  Cesar  never  had  any  power,  is  lucky. 

Of  Roscommon's  works,  the  judgment  of  the  public  seems  to 
be  right.  He  is  elegant,  but  not  great ;  he  never  labours  after 
exquisite  beauties,  and  he  seldom  falls  into  gross  faults.  His 
versification  is  smooth,  but  rarely  vigorous,  and  his  rhymes  arc 
remarkably  exact.  He  improved  taste,  if  he  did  not  enlarge 
knowledge,  and  may  be  numbered  among  the  benefactors  to 
English  literature.* 

This  life  was  originally -written  by  Dr.  Johnson,  in  the  Gentleman's 
Magazine,  tnr  May  1748.  It  then  had  notes,  which  arc  now  incorporated 
vilh  tlu-  K¥M.  f ' 


OTWAY. 


THOMAS  OTWAY,  one  of  the  first  names  in  the  English 
drama,  little  is  known  ;  nor  is  there  any  part  of  that  little  which 
his  biographer  can  take  pleasure  in  relating. 

He  was  born  at  Trottin  in  Sussex,  March  3,  1651,  the  son  of 
Mr.  Humphrey  Otway,  rector  of  Woolbecling.  From  Winches- 
ter school,  where  he  was  educated,  he  was  entered,  in  1669,  a 
commoner  of  Christ  church  ;  but  left  the  university  without  a 
degree,  whether  for  want  of  money,  or  from  impatience  of  aca- 
demical restraint,  or  mere  eagerness  to  mingle  with  the  world, 
is  not  known. 

It  seems  likely  that  he  was  in  hope  of  being  busy  and  conspic- 
uous ;  for  he  went  to  London,  and  commenced  player  ;  but  found 
himself  unable  to  gain  any  reputation  on  the  stage.* 

This  kind  of  inability  he  shared  with  Shakespeare  and  Jonson, 
as  he  shared  likewise  some  of  their  excellences.     It  seems  rea- 
sonable to  expect  that  a  great  dramatic  poet  should  without  dif- 
ficulty become   a  great  actor  ;  that  he  who  can  feel,  could  ex- 
press ;  that  he  who  can  excite  passion,  should  exhibit  with  great 
readiness  its  external  modes  ;  but  since  experience  has  fully 
proved,  that  of  those  powers,  whatever  be  their  affinity,  one  may 
be  possessed  in  a  great  degree  by  him  who  has  very  little  of  the 
other  ;  it  must  be  allowed  that  they  depend  upon  different  facul- 
ties, or  on  different  use  of  the  same  faculty  ;  that  the  actor  must 
have  a  pliancy  of  mien,  a  flexibility  of  countenance,  and  a  variety 
of  tones,  which  the  poet  may  be  easily  supposed  to  want ;  or 
that  the  attention  of  the  poet  and  the  player  have  been  different- 
ly employed  ;  the  one  has  been   considering  thought,  and  the 
other  action  ;  one  has  watched  the  heart,  and  the  other  contem- 
plated the  face. 

*  In  Roschts  Jnglicanns,ty  Downes,the  prompter,  p.  34,  \\e  learn,  that 
it  -was  the  character  of  the  king,  in  Mrs.  Behn's  Forced  Marriage,  or  the 
Jealous  Bridegroom,  which  Mr.  Otway  attempted  to  perform,  and  failed  ia. 
This  event  appears  to  have  happened  in  the  year  1672.  R. 


I34i  Lire  OF  OTWAY. 

Though  he  could  not  gain  much  notice  as  a  player,  he  felt  in 
himself  such  powers  us  might  qualify  for  a  dramatic  author  ;  and, 
in  1675,  his  twenty  fifth  year,  produced  McibiadcX)  a  tragedy; 
whether  from  the  Atdbiadc  of  Pulafirat,  I  have  not  means  to  in- 
quire. Langbair.,  the  great  detector  of  plagiarism,  is  silent. 

In  1677,  he  published  Titus  and  Berenice,  translated  from  Ra- 

pin,  with   the   Cheats  of  Scafri;:,  from   Molicre  ;   and   in    1678, 

nihhiji  in  Faxhion,  a  comedy,  which,  whatever  might  be  its 

first   reception,  was,   upu>i  its  revival  at  Drury  Lane,  in   1749, 

hissed  oil'  the  stage  for  immorality  and  obscenity. 

"Want  of  morals,  or  of  decency,  did  not  in  those  days  exclude 
any  man  from  the  company  of  the  wealthy  and  the  gay,  if  he 
brought  with  him  any  powers  of  entertainment ;  and  Otway  is 
•said  to  have  been  at  this  time  a  favourite  companion  of  the  dis- 
solute wits.  But  as  he  who  desires  no  virtue  in  his  companion, 
has  no  virtue  in  himself,  these  whom  Otway  frequented  had  no 
purpose  of  doing  more  for  him  than  to  pay  his  reckoning.  They 
desired  only  to  drink  and  laugh  ;  their  fondness  was  without  be- 
nevolence, and  their  familiarity  without  friendship.  Men  of  wit, 
says  one  of  Otway's  biographers,  received  at  that  time  no  favour 
from  the  great,  but  to  share  their  riots  ;  from  which  they  were 
dismissed  again  to  their  own  narrow  circu?nstances.  Thus  they 
languished  in  fioverty,  without  the  su/ijwrt  of  eminence. 

Some  exception,  however,  must  be  made.  The  earl  of  Plym- 
outh, one  of  king  Charles's  natural  sons,  procured  for  him  a.  cor- 
net's commission  in  some  troops  then  sent  into  Flanders.  But 
Otway  did  not  prosper  in  his  military  character  ;  for  he  soon  left 
his  commission  behind  him,  whatever  was  the  reason,  and  came 
back  to  London  in  extreme  indigence  ;  which  Rochester  men- 
tions with  merciless  insolence  in  the  Session  of  the  Poets. 

Tom  Otway  <-amc  next,  Tom  Shad  well's  dear  '/any, 

Anil  swears  for  heroirs  he  writes  best  of  any ; 

Don  <  ':u-Ios  Iiis  pockets  so  amply  had  fdl'd, 

That  Iiis  mange  Mas  quite  curd,  and  his  lice  were  all  kill'd. 

Hut  Apollo  had  seen  his  face  on  the  stage, 

Ami  prudi-nlh  did  not  think  lit  to  engage 

The  scum  of  a  play  house,  for  the  prop  of  an  age. 

Don  Carlos,  from  which  he  is  represented  as  having  received 
so  much  benefit,  was  played  in  1675.  It  appears,  by  the  lam- 


LIFE  OF  OTWAY.  155 

poon,  to  have  had  great  success,  and  is  said  to  have  been  played 
thirty  nights  together.  This,  however,  it  is  reasonable  to  cloufit, 
as  so  long  a  continuance  of  one  play  upon  the  stage  is  a  very 
wide  deviation  from  the  practice  of  that  time  ;  when  the  ardour 
for  theatrical  entertainments  was  not  yet  diffused  through  the 
whole  people,  and  the  audience,  consisting  nearly  of  the  same 
persons,  could  be  drawn  together  only  by  variety. 

The  Or/ihan  was  exhibited  in  1680.  This  is  one  of  the  few 
plays  that  keep  possession  of  the  stage,  and  has  pleased  for  al- 
most a  century,  through  all  the  vicissitudes  of  dramatic  fashion. 
Of  this  play,  nothing  new  can  easily  be  said.  It  is  a  domestic 
tragedy  drawn  from  middle  life.  Its  whole  power  is  upon  the 
affections  ;  for  it  is  not  written  with  much  comprehension  of 
thought,  or  elegance  of  expression.  But  if  the  heart  is  interested, 
many  other  beauties  may  be  wanting,  yet  not  be  missed. 

The  same  year  produced  "  The  History  and  Fail  of  Caius 
Marius ;"  much  of  which  is  borrowed  from  the  "  Romeo  and 
Juliet"  of  Shakespeare. 

In  1683*  was  published  the  first,  and  next  yearf  the  second, 
parts  of  "  The  Soldier's  Fortune,"  two  comedies  now  forgotten  ; 
and  in  1685  \  his  last  and  greatest  dramatic  work,  "  Venice  Pre- 
served," a  tragedy,  which  still  continues  to  be  one  of  the  favour- 
ites of  the  public,  notwithstanding  the  want  of  morality  in  the 
original  design,  and  the  despicable  scenes  of  vile  comedy  with 
which  he  has  diversified  his  tragic  action.  By  comparing  this 
with  his  Orfihan,  it  will  appear  that  his  images  were  by  time 
become  stronger,  and  his  language  more  energetic.  The  strik- 
ing passages  are  in  every  mouth  ;  and  the  public  seems  to  judge 
rightly  of  the  faults  and  excellences  of  this  play,  that  it  is  the 
work  of  a  man  not  attentive  to  decency,  nor  zealous  for  virtue  ; 
but  of  one  who  conceived  forcibly,  and  drew  originally,  by  con- 
sulting nature  in  his  own  breast. 

Together  with  those  plays,  he  wrote  the  poems  which  are  in 
the  late  collection,  and  translated  from  the  French  the  History 
of  the  Triumvirate. 

All  this  was  performed  before  he  was  thirty  four  years  old  ; 
for  he  died  Apdl  14,  1685,  in  a  manner  which  I  am  unwilling 

*  1081.  t  1684.  t  1682. 

TOL.J.  21 


156  Ul-'K  OF  OTWAV. 

to  mention.  Having  been  compelled  by  his  necessities  to  con- 
tract debts,  and  hunted,  as  is  supposed,  by  the  terriers  of  the  law, 
he  retired  to  a  public  house  on  Tower  hill,  where  he  is  said  to 
have  died  of  want;  or,  as  is  related  by  one  of  his  biogiaphers, 
by  swallowing,  after  a  long  fast,  a  piece  of  bread  which  charity 
had  supplied.  He  went  out,  as  is  reported,  almost  naked,  in  the 
rage  of  hunger,  and  finding  a  gentleman  in  a  neighbouring  cof- 
feehouse, asked  him  for  a  shilling.  The  gentleman  gave  him  a 
guinea  ;  and  Otway  going  away  bought  a  roll,  and  was  choaked 
with  the  first  mouthful.  All  this,  I  hope,  is  not  true  ;  and  there 
is  this  ground  of  better  hope,  that  Pope,  who  lived  near  enough 
to  be  well  informed,  relates  in  Spence's  Memorials,  that  he  died 
of  a  fever  caught  by  violent  pursuit  of  a  thief  that  had  robbed  one 
of  his  friends.  But  that  indigence,  and  its  concomitants,  sorrow 
and  despondency,  pressed  hard  upon  him,  has  never  been  denied, 
whatever  immediate  cause  might  bring  him  to  the  grave. 

Of  the  poems  which  the  late  collection  admits,  the  longest  is 
the  Poet's  Comfilaint  of  his  Muse,  part  of  which  I  do  not  under- 
stand ;  and  in  that  which  is  less  obscure,  I  find  little  to  commend. 
The  language  is  often  gross,  and  the  numbers  are  harsh.  Ot- 
way had  not  much  cultivated  versification,  nor  much  replenished 
his  mind  with  general  knowledge.  His  principal  power  was  in 
moving  the  passions,  to  which  Dryden*in  his  latter  years  left  an 
illustrious  testimony.  He  appears,  by  some  of  his  verses,  to  have 
been  a  zealous  royalist,  and  had  what  was  in  those  times  the 
common  reward  of  loyalty  ;  he  lived  and  died  neglected. 

*  In  his  preface  to  Fresnoy's  Jin  of  Painting.    Dr.  J. 


WALLER. 


EDMUND  WALLER  was  born  on  the  third  of  March,  1605, 
at  Coishill  in  Hertfordshire.  His  father  was  Robert  Waller,  es- 
quire, of  Agmondesham,  in  Buckinghamshire,  whose  family  was 
originally  a  branch  of  the  Kentish  Wallers  ;  and  his  mother  was 
the  daughter  of  John  Hampden,  of  Hampden  in  the  same  coun- 
ty, and  sister  to  Hampden,  the  zealot  of  rebellion. 

His  father  died  while  he  was  yet  an  infant,  but  left  him  a 
yearly  income  of  three  thousand  five  hundred  pounds  ;  which 
rating  together  the  value  of  money  and  the  customs  of  life,  we 
may  reckon  more  than  equivalent  to  ten  thousand  at  the  present 
time. 

He  was  educated,  by  the  care  of  his  mother,  at  Eaton  ;  and 
removed  afterward  to  King's  college  in  Cambridge.  He  was 
sent  to  parliament  in  his  eighteenth,  if  not  in  his  sixteenth  year, 
and  frequented  the  court  of  James  the  first,  where  he  heard  a 
Very  remarkable  conversation,  which  the  writer  of  the  life  pre- 
fixed to  his  works,  who  seems  to  have  been  well  informed  of 
facts,  though  he  may  sometimes  err  in  chronology,  has  delivered 
as  indubitably  certain. 

"  He  found  Dr.  Andrews,  bishop  of  W7inchester,  and  Dr. 
Neale,  bishop  of  Durham,  standing  behind  his  majesty's  chair ; 
and  there  happened  something  extraordinary,'*  continues  this 
writer,  u  in  the  conversation  those  prelates  had  with  the  king, 
on  which  Mr.  Waller  did  often  reflect.  His  majesty  asked  the 
bishops,  *  My  lords,  cannot  I  take  my  subjects'  money  when  I 
want  it,  without  all  this  formality  of  parliament  ? '  The  bishop  of 
Durham  readily  answered,  <  God  forbid,  sir,  but  you  should  ;  you 
are  the  breath  of  our  nostrils.*  Whereupon  the  king  turned,  and 
said  to  the  bishop  of  Winchester,  *  Well,  my  lord,  what  say 
you  ?*  <  Sir,'  replied  the  bishop, « I  have  no  skill  to  judge  of  par- 
liamentary cases.'  The  king  answered,  <  No  put  qffs,  my  lord.; 


lo&  Mn;  OF  \\ALLEK 

answer  me  presently.'  '  Then,  sir,'  said  he,  '  I  think  it  is  lawful 
for  you  to  take  my  brother  Neale's  money  ;  for  he  offers  it.7 
Mr.  Waller  said,  the  company  was  pleased  with  this  answer,  and 
the  wit  of  it  seemed  to  affect  the  king  ,  for,  a  certain  lord  com- 
ing in  soon  after,  his  majesty  cried  out,  '  Oh  my  lord,  they  say 
you  lig  with  my  lady.'  '  No,  sir,'  says  his  lordship  in  confusion  ; 
'  but  I  like  her  company,  because  she  has  so  much  wit.'  '  \\  hy 
then,'  says  the  king,  '  do  you  not  lig  with  my  lord  of  Winches- 
ter there  r" 

Waller's  political  and  poetical  life  began  nearly  together.  In 
his  eighteenth  year  he  wrote  the  poem  that  appears  first  in  his 
works,  on  "the  prince's  escape  at  St.  Andero ;"  a  piece  which 
justifies  the  observation  made  by  one  of  his  editors,  that  he  attain- 
od,  by  a  felicity  like  instinct,  a  style  which  perhaps  will  never  be 
obsolete  ;  and  that,  "  were  we  to  judge  only  by  the  wording,  we 
could  not  know  what  was  wrote  at  twenty,  and  what  at  fourscore." 

His  versification  was,  in  his  first  essay,  such  as  it  appears  in 
his  last  performance.  By  the  perusal  of  Fairfax's  translation  of 
Tasso,  to  which,  as  Dryden*  relates,  he  confessed  himself  indebt- 
ed for  the  smoothness  of  his  numbers,  and  by  his  own  nicety  of 
observation,  he  had  already  formed  such  a  system  of  metrical 
harmony  as  he  never  afterward  much  needed,  or  much  endeav- 
oured to  improve.  Denham  corrected  his  numbers  by  experi- 
ence, and  gained  ground  gradually  upon  the  ruggedness  of  his  age ; 
but  what  was  acquired  by  Denham,  was  inherited  by  Waller. 

The  next  poem,  of  which  the  subject  seems  to  fix  the  time, 
is  supposed  by  Mr.  Fenton  to  be  the  address  to  the  queen,  which 
he  considers  as  congratulating  her  arrival,  in  Waller's  twentieth 
year.  He  is  apparently  mistaken  ;  for  the  mention  of  the  nation's 
obligations  to  her  frequent  pregnancy,  proves  that  it  was  written 
when  she  had  brought  many  children.  We  have  therefore 
no  date  of  any  other  poetical  production  before  that  which  the 
murder  of  the  duke  of  Buckingham  occasioned  ;  the  steadiness 
with  which  the  king  received  the  news  in  the  chapel,  deserved 
indeed  to  be  rescued  from  oblivion. 

Neither  of  these  pieces  that  seem  to  carry  their  own  dates, 
ooulcl  have  been  the  sudden  effusion  of  fancy.     In  the  verses  OH 

?lacc  to  his  fables.    Dr.  J. 


LIFE  OF  WALLEK.  159 

ihe  prince's  escape,  the  prediction  of  his  marriage  with  the  prin- 
cess of  France,  must  have  been  written  alter  the  event ;  in  the 
other,  the  promises  of  the  king's  kindness  to  the  descendants  of 
Buckingham,  which  could  not  be  properly  praised  till  it  had 
appeared  by  its  effects,  show  that  time  was  taken  for  revision 
and  improvement.  It  is  not  known  that  they  were  published  till 
they  appeared  long  afterward  with  ociier  poems. 

Waller  was  not  one  of  those  idolaters  of  praise  who  cultivate 
their  minds  at  the  expense  of  their  fortunes.  Rich  as  he  was 
by  inheritance,  he  took  care  early  to  grow  richer,  by  marrying 
Mrs.  Banks,  a  great  heiress  in  the  city,  whom  the  interest  of  the 
court  was  employed  to  obtain  for  Mr.  Crofts.  Having  brought 
him  a  son,  who  died  young,  and  a  daughter,  who  was  afterward 
married  to  Mr.  Dormer  of  Oxfordshire,  she  died  in  childbed, 
und  left  him  a  widower  of  about  five  and  twenty,  gay  and  wealthy? 
to  please  himself  with  another  marriage. 

Being  too  young  to  resist  beauty,  and  probably  too  vain  to  think 
himself  resistible,  he  fixed  his  heart,  perhaps  half  fondly  and 
half  ambitiously,  upon  the  lady  Dorothea  Sidney,  eldest  daughter 
of  the  earl  of  Leicester,  whom  he  courted  by  all  the  poetry  in 
which  Sacharissa  is  celebrated  ;  the  name  is  derived  from  the 
Latin  appellation  of  sugar ,  and  implies,  if  it  means  any  thing,  a 
spiritless  mildness,  and  dull  good  nature,  such  as  excites  rather 
tenderness  than  esteem,  and  such  as,  though  always  treated  with 
kindness,  is  never  honoured  or  admired. 

Yet  he  describes  Sacharissa  as  a  sublime  predominating  beauty, 
of  lofty  charms,  and  imperious  influence,  on  whom  he  looks  with 
amazement  rather  than  fondness,  whose  chains  he  wishes,  though 
in  vain,  to  break,  and  whose  presence  is  wine  that  inflames  to 
madne&s. 

His  acquaintance  with  this  high  born  dame  gave  wit  no  oppor- 
tunity of  boasting  its  influence  ;  she  was  not  to  be  subdued  by 
the  powers  of  verse,  but  rejected  his  addresses,  it  is  said,  with 
disdain,  and  drove  him  away  to  solace  his  disappointment  with 
Amoret  or  Phillis.  She  married  in  1639  the  earl  of  Sunderland. 
who  died  at  Newberry  in  the  king's  cause  ;  and,  in  her  old 
age,  meeting  somewhere  with  Waller,  asked  him  when  he 
would  again  write  such  verses  upon  her  ;  "  When  you  are  as 
Coving,  madam,"  said  he,.  "  and  as  handsome  as  yon  were  then," 


160  LIFE  OF  WALLER. 

In  this  part  of  his  life  it  was  that  he  was  known  to  Clarendoftj 
g  the  rest  of  the  men  who  were  eminent  in  that  age  for 
and  literature  ;  but  known  so  little  to  his  advantage,  that 
they  who  read  his  character  will  not  much  condemn  SacharUsa, 
that  she  did  not  descend  from  her  rank  to  his  embraces,  nor 
think  eve, y  excellence  comprised  in  wit. 

The  lady  was,  indeed,  inexorable  ;  but  his  uncommon  qualifi- 
cations, though  they  had  no  power  upon  her,  recommended  him 
to  the  scholars  and  statesmen  ;  and  undoubtedly  many  beauties  of 
that  time,  however  they  might  receive  his  love,  were  proud  of 
his  praises.  Who  they  were,  whom  he  dignifies  with  poetical 
names,  cannot  now  be  known.  Amoret,  according  to  Mr.  Fen- 
ton,  was  the  lady  Sophia  Murray.  Perhaps  by  traditions  pre- 
served in  families  more  may  be  discovered. 

From  the  verses  written  at  Penshurst,  it  has  been  collected 
that  he  diverted  his  disappointment  by  a  voyage  ;  and  his  biog- 
raphers, from  his  poem  on  the  whales,  think  it  not  improbable 
that  he  visited  the  Bermudas ;  but  it  seems  much  more  likely 
that  he  should  amuse  himself  with  forming  an  imaginary  scene, 
than  that  so  important  an  incident,  as  a  visit  to  America,  should 
have  been  left  floating  in  conjectural  probability. 

From  his  twenty  eighth  to  his  thirty  fifth  year,  he  wrote  his 
pieces  on  the  reduction  of  Sallec  ;  on  the  reparation  of  St.  Paul's  ; 
to  the  king  on  his  navy  ;  the  panegyric  on  the  queen  mother  ; 
the  two  poems  to  the  earl  of  Northumberland  ;  and  perhaps 
others,  of  which  the  time  cannot  be  discovered. 

"When  he  had  lost  all  hopes  of  Sacharissa,  he  looked  round 
him  for  an  easier  conquest,  and  gained  a  lady  of  the  family  of 
Bresse,  or  Breaux.  The  time  of  his  marriage  is  not  exactly 
known.  It  has  not  been  discovered  that  his  wife  was  won  by  his 
poetry  ;  nor  is  any  thing  told  of  her,  but  that  she  brought  him 
many  children.  He  doubtless  praised  some  whom  he  would 
have  been  afraid  to  marry,  and  perhaps  married  one  whom  he 
would  have  been  ashamed  to  praise.  Many  qualities  contribute 
to  domestic  happiness,  upon  which  poetry  has  no  colours  to 
bestow  ;  and  many  airs  and  sallies  may  delight  imagination, 
which  he  who  flatters  them  never  can  approve.  There  are 
charms  made  only  for  distant  admiration.  No  spectacle  is 
nobler  than  a  bla/c. 


LIFE  OP  WALLER.  161 

Of  this  wife,  his  biographers  have  recorded  that  she  gave  him 
five  sons  and  eight  daughters. 

During  the  long  interval  of  parliament,  he  is  represented  as 
living  among  those  with  whom  it  was  most  honourable  to  con- 
verse, and  enjoying  an  exuberant  fortune  with  that  independence 
and  liberty  of  speech  and  conduct  which  wealth  ought  always  to 
produce.  He  was,  however,  considered  as  the  kinsman  of  Hamp- 
den,  and  was  therefore  supposed  by  the  courtiers  not  to  favour 
them. 

When  the  parliament  was  called,  in  1640,  it  appeared  that 
Waller's  political  character  had  not  been  mistaken.  The  king's 
demand  ot  a  supply,  produced  one  of  those  noisy  speeches  which 
disaffection  and  discontent  regularly  dictate  ;  a  speech  filled  with 
hyperbolical  complaints  of  imaginary  grievances  ;  "  They,"  says 
he,  "  who  think  themselves  already  undone,  can  never  appre- 
hend themselves  in  danger  ;  and  they  who  have  nothing  left  can 
never  give  freely."  Political  truth  is  equally  in  danger  from  the 
praises  of  courtiers,  and  the  exclamations  of  patriots. 

He  then  proceeds  to  rail  at  the  clergy,  being  sure  at  that  time 
of  a  favourable  audience.  His  topic  is  such  as  will  always  serve 
its  purpose  ;  an  accusation  of  acting  and  preaching  only  for  pre- 
ferment ;  and  he  exhorts  the  commons  carefully  to  provide  for 
their  protection  against  pulpit  law. 

It  always  gratifies  curiosity  to  trace  a  sentiment.  Waller  has 
in  this  speech  quoted  Hooker  in  one  passage  ;  and  in  another  has 
copied  him  without  quoting.  "  Religion,"  says  Waller,  "  ought 
to  be  the  first  thing  in  our  purpose  and  desires  ;  but  that  which 
is  first  in  dignity  is  not  always  to  precede  in  order  of  time  ;  for 
well  being  supposes  a  being  ;  and  the  first  impediment  which 
men  naturally  endeavour  to  remove,  is  the  want  of  those  things 
without  which  they  cannot  subsist.  God  first  assigned  unto  Adam 
maintenance  of  life,  and  gave  him  a  title  to  the  rest  of  the  crea- 
tures before  he  appointed  a  law  to  observe." 

"  God  first  assigned  Adam,"  says  Hooker,  "  maintenance  of 
life,  and  then  appointed  him  a  law  to  observe.  True  it  is,  that 
the  kingdom  of  God  must  be  the  first  thing  in  our  purpose  and 
desires  ;  but  inasmuch  as  a  righteous  life  presupposeth  life,  in- 
asmuch as  to  live  virtuously  it  is  impossible,  except  we  live  ; 
therefore  the  first  impediment  which  naturally  we  endeavour  to 


1(32  LIFE  OF  V,  ALLfcli. 

remove  is  penury,  and  want  of  things  without  which  we  cannot 
live."     JJt>ok  1.  sect.  '.». 

The-  spee<  ii  is  vehement;  but  the  great  position,  that  griev- 
•it  to  bu  redressed  before  supplies  are  granted,  is 
able  enough  to  law  mid  reason  ;  nor  was  Waller,  if  his  bi- 
ographer i.-uy  be  credited,  such  an  enemy  to  the  king,  as  not  to 
wish  his  distresses  lightened  ;  for  he  relates,  "  that  the  king  sent 
particularly  to  Waller,  to  second  his  demand  of  some  subsidies 
to  pay  off  the  army  ;  and  sir  Henry  Vane  objecting  against  first 
voting  a  supply,  because  the  king  would  not  accept  unless  it  came 
up  to  his  ptoportion,  Mr.  Waller  spoke  earnestly  to  sir  Thomas 
Jermin,  comptroller  of  the  household,  to  save  his  master  from 
the  cttcctM  of  so  bold  a  falsity  ;  '  for,'  he  said,  1 1  am  but  a  coun- 
try gentleman,  and  cannot  pretend  to  know  the  king's  mind  ;* 
but  sir  Thomas  durst  not  contradict  the  secretary  ;  and  his  son, 
the  carl  of  St.  Albans,  afterward  told  Mr.  Waller,  that  his  father's 
cowardice  ruined  the  king." 

In  the  long  parliament,  which,  unhappily  for  the  nation,  met 
Nov.  3,  1640,  Waller  represented  Agmondcsham  the  third  time  ; 
•and  was  considered  by  the  discontented  party  as  a  man  sufficiently 
trusty  and  acrimonious,  to  be  employed  in  managing  the  prose- 
cution of  judge  Crawley,  for  his  opinion  in  favour  of  ship  money  ; 
and  his  speech  shows  that  he  did  not  disappoint  their  expecta- 
tions. He  was  probably  the  more  ardent,  as  his  uncle  llamp- 
clen  had  been  particularly  engaged  in  the  dispute,  and,  by  a  sen- 
tence which  seems  generally  to  be  thought  unconstitutional,  par- 
ticularly injured. 

He  was  not,  however,  a  bigot  to  his  party,  nor  adopted  all  their 
opinions.  When  the  great  question,  whether  episcopacy  ought 
to  be  abolished,  was  debated,  he  spoke  against  the  innovation  so 
coolly,  so  reasonably,  and  so  firmly,  that  it  is  not  without  great 
injury  to  his  name  that  his  speech,  which  was  as  follows,  has 
been  hitherto  omitted  in  his  works. 

*  "  There  is  no  doubt  but  the  sense  of  what  this  nation  hath 
suffered,  from  the  present  bishops,  hath  produced  these  com- 
plaints ;  and  the  apprehensions  men  have  of  suffering  the  like, 
in  time  to  come,  make  so  many  desire  the  taking  away  of  epis- 

This  speech  has  been  rt-fi  icv.-<],  from  a  paper  printed  at  that  time,  br 
the  writers  uf  the  parliamentary  history.      Dr.  J. 


LIFE  OF  WALLER. 


165 


tcpacy  ;  but  I  conceive  it  is  possible  that  \ve  may  not  now  take 
a  right  measure  of  the  minds  of  the  people  by  their  petitions  ; 
for,  when  they  subscribed  them,  the  bishops  were  armed  with  a 
dangerous  commission  of  making  new  canons,  imposing  new 
oaths,  and  the  like  ;  but  now  we  have  disarmed  them  of  that  pow- 
er. These  petitioners  lately  did  look  upon  episcopacy  as  a  beast 
armed  with  horns  and  claws  ;  but  now  that  we  have  cut  and 
pared  them,  and  may,  if  we  see  cause,  yet  reduce  it  into  narrower 
bounds,  it  may,  perhaps,  be  more  agreeable.  Howsoever,  if  they 
be  still  in  passion,  it  becomes  us  soberly  to  consider  the  right  use 
and  antiquity  thereof;  and  not  to  comply  further  with  a  general 
desire,  than  may  stand  with  a  general  good. 

"  We  have  already  showed,  that  episcopacy  and  the  evils 
thereof  are  mingled  like  water  and  oil  ;  we  have  also,  in  part, 
.  severed  them  ;  but  I  believe  you  will  find,  that  our  laws  and  the 
present  government  of  the  church  are  mingled  like  wine  and 
water  ;  so  inseparable,  that  the  abrogation  of  at  least  a  hundred 
of  our  laws  is  desired  in  these  petitions.  I  have  often  heard  a 
noble  answer  of  the  lords  commended  in  this  house,  to  a  propo- 
sition of  like  nature,  but  of  less  consequence  ;  they  gave  no  other 
reason  of  their  refusal  but  this,  J\"olumus  mutare  Leges  Anglix  $ 
it  was  the  bishops  who  so  answered  then  ;  and  it  would  become 
the  dignity  and  wisdom  of  this  house  to  answer  the  people  now, 
with  a  Nolumus  mutare. 

"  I  see  some  are  moved  with  a  number  of  hands  against  the 
bishops  ;  which,  I  confess,  rather  inclines  me  to  their  defence  ; 
for  I  look  upon  episcopacy  as  a  counterscarp,  or  outwork  j 
which,  if  it  be  taken  by  this  assault  of  the  people,  and  withal  this 
mystery  once  revealed,  That  we  must  deny  them  nothing  when 
tfiey  ask  it  thus  in  troojis,  we  may,  in  the  next  place,  have  as  hard 
a  task  to  defend  our  property,  as  we  have  lately  had  to  recover 
it  from  the  prerogative.  If,  by  multiplying  hands  and  petitions, 
they  prevail  for  an  equality  in  things  ecclesiastical,  the  next  de- 
mand. perhaps,  may  be  Lex  Agraria^  the  like  equality  in  things 
temporal. 

"  The  Roman  story  tells  us  «  That  when  the  people  began  to 
flock-  about  the  senate,  and  were  more  curious  to  direct  and  know 
what  was  done,  than  to  obey,  that  commonwealth  soon  came  to 
ruin  j  their  Legem  rogare  grew  quickly  to  be  a  Lcgem  fcrrr  ; 


VOL.  r. 


16-4  LIFE  OF  WALLER. 

and  after,  when  their  legions  had  found  that  they  could  make  a 
dictator,  they  never  suffered  the  senate  to  have  a  voice  any  more 
in  such  election.' 

"  If  these  great  innovations  proceed,  I  shall  expect  a  flat  and 
level  in  learning  too,  as  well  as  in  church  preferments  ;  HJKOS 
alit  Artes.  And  though  it  be  true  that  grave  and  pious  men  do 
study  for  learning  sake,  and  embrace  virtue  for  itself;  yet  it  is 
true  that  youth,  which  is  the  season  when  learning  is  gotten,  is 
not  without  ambition  ;  nor  will  ever  take  pains  to  excel  in  any 
thing,  \\lifii  there  is  not  some  hope  of  excelling  others  in  reward 
and  dignity. 

"  There  are  two  reasons  chicfiy  alleged  against  our  church 
government. 

"  First,  scripture,  which,  as  some  men  think,  points  out  an- 
other form. 

"  Second,  the  abuses  of  the  present  superiors. 

"  For  scripture,  I  will  not  dispute  it  in  this  place  ;  but  I  am 
confident  that,  whenever  an  equal  division  of  lands  and  goods  shall 
be  desired,  there  \vill  be  as  many  places  in  scripture  found  outj 
which  seem  to  favour  that,  as  there  are  now  alleged  against  the 
prelacy  01  preferment  of  the  church.  And,  as  for  abuses,  where 
you  are  now  in  the  remonstrance  told  what  this  and  that  poor 
man  hath  suffered  by  the  bishops,  you  may  be  presented  with  a 
thousand  instances  of  poor  men  that  have  received  hard  measure 
from  their  landlords  ;  and  of  worldly  goods  abused,  to  the  injury 
of  others,  and  disadvantage  of  the  owners. 

"  And  therefore,  Mr.  Speaker,  my  humble  motion  is,  that  we 
may  settle  men's  minds  herein ;  and,  by  a  question,  declare  our 
resolution,  to  reform,  that  is,  not  to  abolish,  ejiiscofiacy." 

It  cannot  but  be  wished  that  he,  who  could  speak  in  this  man-? 
ner,  had  been  able  to  act  with  spirit  and  uniformity. 

When  the  commons  began  to  set  the  royal  authority  at  open 
defiance,  Waller  is  said  to  have  withdrawn  from  the  house,  and 
to  have  returned  with  the  king's  permission  ;  and,  when  the  king 
set  up  his  standard,  he  sent  him  a  thousand  broad  pieces.  He 
continued,  however,  to  sit  in  the  rebellious  conventicle  ;  but 
"  spoke,"  says  Clarendon,  "  with  great  sharpness  and  freedom, 
which,  now  there  was  no  danger  of  being  out  voted,  was  not  re- 
t  and  therefore  used  as  an  argument  against  those  who. 


LIFE  OP  WALLER.  165 

were  gone,  upon  pretence  that  they  were  not  suffered  to  deliver 
their  opinion  freely  in  the  house,  which  could  not  be  believed^ 
when  all  men  knew  what  liberty  Mr.  Waller  took,  and  spoke 
every  day  with  impunity  against  the  sense  and  proceedings  of 
the  house." 

Waller,  as  he  continued  to  sit,  was  one  of  the  commissioners 
nominated  by  the  parliament  to  treat  with  the  king  at  Oxford  ; 
and  when  they  were  presented,  the  king  said  to  him,  "  Though 
you  are  the  last,  you  are  not  the  lowest  nor  the  least  in  my  fa- 
vour." Whitlock,  who,  being  another  of  the  commissioners,  was 
\vitness  of  this  kindness,  imputes  it  to  the  king's  knowledge  of 
the  plot,  in  which  Waller  appeared  afterward  to  have  been  en- 
gaged against  the  parliament.  Fenton,  with  equal  probability, 
believes  that  his  attempt  to  promote  the  royal  cause  arose  from 
his  sensibility  of  the  king's  tenderness.  Whitlock  says  nothing* 
of  his  behaviour  at  Oxford  ;  he  was  sent  with  several  others  to 
add  pomp  to  the  commission,  but  was  not  one  of  those  to  whom 
the  trust  of  treating  was  imparted. 

The  engagement,  known  by  the  name  of  Waller's  plot,  was 
soon  afterward  discovered.  Waller  had  a  brother  in  law,  Tom- 
kyns,  who  was  clerk  of  the  queen's  council,  and  at  the  same 
time  had  a  very  numerous  acquaintance,  and  great  influence,  in 
the  city.  Waller  and  he,  conversing  with  great  confidence,  told 
both  their  own  secrets  and  those  of  their  friends  ;  and,  surveying 
the  wide  extent  of  their  conversation,  imagined  that  they  found 
in  the  majority  of  all  ranks  great  disapprobation  of  the  violence 
of  the  commons,  and  unwillingness  to  continue  the  war.  They 
knew  that  many  favoured  the  king,  whose  fear  concealed  their 
loyalty  ;  and  many  desired  peace,  though  they  durst  not  oppose 
the  clamour  for  war  ;  and  they  imagined  that,  if  those  who  had 
these  good  intentions  could  be  informed  of  their  own  strength, 
and  enabled  by  intelligence  to  act  together,  they  might  overpower 
the  fury  of  sedition,  by  refusing  to  comply  with  the  ordinance 
for  the  twentieth  part,  and  the  other  taxes  levied  for  the  sup- 
port of  the  rebel  army,  and  by  uniting  great  numbers  in  a  peti- 
tion for  peace.  They  proceeded  with  great  caution.  Three 
only  met  in  one  place,  and  no  man  was  allowed  to  impart  the 
plot  to  more  than  two  others  ;  so  that,  if  any  should  be  suspect- 
ed pr  seized,  more  than  three  could  not  be  endangered. 


1C6  I/IIT,  or  WALTER. 

Lord  Conway  joined  in  the  design,  and,  Clarendon  imagines, 
incidentally  mingled,  as  he  was  a  soldier,  some  martial  hopes 
or  project^,  -which,  however,  were  only  mentioned,  the  main  de- 
si  -n  being  to  bring  the  loyal  inhabitants  to  the  knowledge  of  each 
oiluT  ;  for  which  purpose  tlicre  was  to  be  appointed  one  in  every 
district,  to  distinguish  the  friends  of  the  king,  the  adherents  to 
the  parliament,  and  the  neutrals.  How  far  they  proceeded  does 
not  appear  ;  the  result  of  their  inquiry,  as  Pym  declared,*  was> 
that  within  the  walls,  for  one  that  was  for  the  royalists,  there 
were  three  against  them  ;  but  that  without  the  walls,  for  one 
th..t  was  against  them,  there  were  five  for  them.  Whether  this 
w..s  said  from  knowledge  or  guess,  was  perhaps  never  inquired. 

It  is  the  opinion  of  Clarendon,  that  in  Waller's  plan  no  violence 
or  sanguinary  resistance  was  comprised  ;  that  he  intended  only 
to  abate  the  confidence  of  the  rebels  by  public  declarations,  and 
to  weaken  their  powers  by  an  opposition  to  new  supplies.  This, 
in  calmer  times,  and  more  than  this,  is  clone  without  fear  ;  but 
such  was  the  acrimony  of  the  commons,  that  no  method  of  ob- 
structing them  was  safe. 

About  this  time  another  design  was  formed  by  sir  Nicholas 
Crispc,  a  man  of  loyalty  that  deserves  perpetual  remembrance; 
•when  he  was  a  merchant  in  the  city,  he  gave  and  procured  the 
king,  in  his  exigencies,  an  hundred  thousand  pounds  ;  and  when 
he  was  driven  from  the  exchange,  raised  a  regiment,  and  com- 
manded it. 

Sir  Nicholas  flattered  himself  with  an  opinion,  that  some  prov- 
ocation would  so  much  exasperate,  or  some  opportunity  so  much 
encourage,  the  king's  friends  in  the  city,  that  they  would  break 
out  in  open  resistance,  and  then  would  want  only  a  lawful  stand- 
ard, and  an  authorized  commander  ;  and  extorted  from  the  king, 
•whose  judgment  too  frequently  yielded  to  importunity,  *a  com- 
missior.  ot  array,  directed  to  such  as  he  thought  proper  to  nomi- 
nate, \vhic:i  \\  as  sent  to  London  by  the  lady  Aubigney.  She  knew 
not  what  she  carried,  but  was  to  deliver  it  on  the  communication 
of  a  certain  token  which  sir  Nicholas  imparted. 

This  commission  could  be  only  intended  to  lie  ready  till  the 
time  should  re  uirc  it.  To  have  attempted  to  raise  any  forces- 

*  i'arliamciitarv  History,  Vol.  XII.     Dr.  J*. 


LIFE  OP  WALLER. 

would  have  been  certain  destruction ;  it  could  be  of  use  only 
when  the  forces  should  appear.  This  was,  however,  an  act  pre- 
paratory to  martial  hostility.  Crispe  would  undoubtedly  have 
put  an  end  to  the  session  of  parliament,  had  his  strength  been 
equal  to  his  zeal ;  and  out  of  the  design  of  Crispe,  which  involv- 
ed very  little  danger,  and  that  of  Waller,  which  was  an  act  purely 
civil,  they  compounded  a  horrid  and  dreadful  plot. 

The  discovery  of  Waller's  design  is  variously  related.  In 
u  Clarendon's  history"'  it  is  told,  that  a  servant  of  Tomkyns,  lurk- 
ing behind  the  hangings  when  his  master  was  in  conference  with 
Waller,  heard  enough  to  qualify  him  for  an  informer,  and  carri- 
ed his  intelligence  to  Pym.  A  manuscript,  quoted  in  the  "  Life 
of  Waller,"  relates,  that  "  he  was  betrayed  by  his  sister  Price, 
and  her  presbyterian  chaplain  Mr.  Goode,  who  stole  some  of  his 
papers ;  and,  if  he  had  not  strangely  dreamed  the  night  before, 
that  his  sister  had  betrayed  him,  and  thereupon  burnt  the  rest 
of  his  papers  by  the  fire  that  was  in  his  chimney,  he  had  cer- 
tainly lost  his  life  by  it."  The  question  cannot  be  decided.  It 
is  not  unreasonable  to  believe  that  the  men  in  power,  receiving 
intelligence  from  the  sister,  would  employ  the  servant  of  Tom- 
kyns to  listen  at  the  conference,  that  they  might  avoid  an  act  so 
offensive  as  that  of  destroying  the  brother  by  the  sister's  testimony. 

The  plot  was  published  in  the  most  terrific  manner. 

On  the  31st.  of  May,  1643,  at  a  solemn  fast,  when  they  were 
listening  to  the  sermon,  a  messenger  entered  the  church,  and 
communicated  his  errand  to  Pym,  who  whispered  it  to  others 
that  were  placed  near  him,  and  then  went  with  them  out  of  the 
church,  leaving  the  rest  in  solicitude  and  amazement.  They 
immediately  sent  guards  to  proper  places,  and  that  night  appre- 
hended Tomkyns  and  Waller  ;  having  yet  traced  nothing  but 
that  letters  had  been  intercepted,  from  which  it  appeared  that  the 
parliament  and  the  city  were  soon  to  be  delivered  into  the  hands 
of  the  cavaliers, 

They  perhaps  yet  knew  little  themselves,  beyond  some  gen- 
eral and  indistinct  notices.  "  But  Waller,"  says  Clarendon, "  was 
so  confounded  with  fear,  that  he  confessed  whatever  he  had  heard, 
said,  thought,  or  seen  ;  all  that  he  knew  of  himself,  and  all  that 
he  suspected  of  others,  without  concealing  any  person,  of  what 
degree  or  quality  soever,  or  any  discourse  which  he  had  ever 


LIFE  OP  WALLER. 

upon  any  occasion  entertained  with  them  ;  what  such  and  such 
ladies  of  great  honour,  to  whom,  upon  the  credit  of  his  vvi;  and 
great  reputation,  lie  had  been  admitted,  had  spoke  to  him  in 
their  chambers  upon  the  proceedings  in  the  houses,  and  how 
they  had  encouraged  him  to  oppose  them  ;  what  correspondence 
and  intercourse  they  had  with  some  ministers  of  state  at  Ox- 
ford, and  how  they  had  conveyed  all  intelligence  thither."  He 
accused  the  earl  of  Portland  and  lord  Conway  as  co-operating  in 
the  transaction  ;  and  testified  that  the  earl  of  Northumberland 
had  declared  himself  disposed,  in  favour  of  any  attempt  that 
might  check  the  violence  of  the  parliament,  and  reconcile  them 
to  the  king. 

He  undoubtedly  confessed  much,  which  they  could  never  have 
discovered,  and  perhaps  somewhat  which  they  would  wish  to 
have  been  suppressed  ;  for  it  is  inconvenient,  in  the  conflict  of 
factions,  to  have  that  disaffection  known  which  cannot  safely  be 
punished. 

Tomkyns  was  seized  on  the  same  night  with  Waller,  and 
appears  likewise  to  have  partaken  of  his  cowardice  ;  for  he  gave 
notice  of  Crispe's  commission  of  array,  of  which  Clarendon  never 
knew  how  it  was  discovered.  Tomkyns  had  been  sent  with  the 
token  appointed,  to  demand  it  from  lady  Aubigney,  and  had 
buried  it  in  his  garden,  where,  by  his  direction,  it  was  dug  up  ; 
and  thus  the  rebels  obtained,  what  Clarendon  confesses  them  to 
have  had,  the  original  copy. 

It  can  raise  no  wonder  that  they  formed  one  plot  out  of  these 
two  designs,  however  remote  from  each  other,  when  they  saw 
the  same  agent  employed  in  both,  and  found  the  commission  of 
array  in  the  hands  of  him  who  was  employed  in  collecting  the 
opinions  and  affections  of  the  people. 

Of  the  plot,  thus  combined,  they  took  care  to  make  the  most. 
They  sent  Pym  among  the  citizens,  to  tell  them  of  their  immi- 
nent danger,  and  happy  escape  ;  and  inform  them,  that  the  design 
was  "to  seize  the  lord  mayor  and  all  the  committee  of  militia,  and 
would  not  spare  one  of  them."  They  drew  up  a  vow  and  cove- 
nant, to  be  taken  by  every  member  of  either  house,  by  which  he 
declared  his  detestation  of  all  conspiracies  against  the  parliament, 
and  his  resolution  to  detect  and  oppose  them.  They  then  ap- 
nointcd  a  day  of  thanksgiving  for  this  wonderful  deliverance ; 


LIFE  OF  WALLER.  169 

shut  out,  says  Clarendon,  all  doubts  whether  there  had  been  such 
a  deliverance,  and  whether  the  plot  was  real  or  fictitious. 

On  June  1 1,  the  earl  of  Portland  and  lord  Conway  were  com- 
mitted, one  to  the  custody  of  the  mayor,  and  the  other  of  the 
sheriff;  but  their  lands  and  goods  were  not  seized. 

Waller  was  still  to  immerse  himself  deeper  in  ignominy.  The 
earl  of  Portland  and  lord  Conway  denied  the  charge  ;  and  there 
was  no  evidence  against  them  but  the  confession  of  Waller,  of 
which  undoubtedly  niciny  would  be  inclined  to  question  the  verac- 
ity. With  these  doubts  he  was  so  much  terrified,  that  he  en- 
deavoured to  persuade  Portland  to  a  declaration  like  his  own,  by 
a  letter  extant  in  Fenton'b  edition.  "But  for  me,"  says  he,  "  you 
had  never  known  any  thing  of  this  business,  which  was  prepared 
for  another  ;  and  therefore  I  cannot  imagine  why  you  should  hide 
it  so  far  as  to  contract  your  own  ruin  by  concealing  it,  and  per- 
sisting unreasonably  to  hide  that  truth,  which  without  you  already 
is,  and  will  every  day  be  made  more  manifest.  Can  you  imagine 
yourself  bound  in  honour  to  keep  that  secret,  which  is  already  re- 
vealed by  another  ?  or  possible  it  should  still  be  a  secret,  which  is 
known  to  one  of  the  other  sex  ?  If  you  persist  to  be  cruel  to  your- 
self for  their  sakes  who  deserve  it  not,  it  will  nevertheless  be 
made  appear,  ere  long,  I  fear,  to  your  ruin.  Surely,  if  I  had  the 
happiness  to  wait  on  you,  I  could  move  you  to  compassionate  both 
yourself  and  me,  who,  desperate  as  my  case  is,  am  desirous  to 
die  with  the  honour  of  being  known  to  have  declared  the  truth. 
You  have  no  reason  to  contend  to  hide  what  is  already  revealed  ; 
inconsiderately  to  throw  away  yourself,  for  the  interest  of  others, 
to  whom  you  are  less  obliged  than  you  are  aware  of." 

This  persuasion  seems  to  have  had  little  effect.  Portland 
sent,  June  29,  a  letter  to  the  lords,  to  tell  them  that  he  "  is  in 
custody,  as  he  conceives,  without  any  charge  ;  and  that,  by  what 
Mr.  Waller  had  threatened  him  with,  since  he  was  imprisoned, 
he  doth  apprehend  a  very  cruel,  long,  and  ruinous  restraint ;  he 
therefore  prays,  that  he  may  not  find  the  effects  of  Mr.  Waller's 
threats,  by  a  long  and  close  imprisonment ;  but  may  be  speedily 
brought  to  a  legal  trial,  and  then  he  is  confident  the  vanity  and 
falsehood  of  those  informations  which  have  been  given  again?*. 
him  will  appear." 


trO  LIFE  OF   \VAU.KR. 

In  consequence  of  this  letter,  the  lords  ordered  Portland  and 

Waller  to  be  confronted  ;   when  the  one  repeated  his  charge, 

and,  the  other  his  denial.     The  examination  of  the  plot  being; 

c '.miimcd,  July  1,  Thinn,   usher  of  the  house  of  lords,  deposed, 

that  Mr.  Waller  having  had  a  conference  with  the  lord  Portland 

in  an  upper  room,  lord  Portland  said,  when  he  came  down,  "  Do 

me  the  favour  to  tell  my  lord  Northumberland,  that  Mr.  Waller 

lu;s  extremely  pressed  me  to  save  my  own  life  and  his,  by  throwing 

the  blame  upon  the  lord  Conway  and  the  earl  of  Northumberland." 

Waller,  in  his  letter  to  Portland,  tells  him  of  the  reasons  which 

he  could  urge  with  resistless  efficacy  in  a  personal  conference  ; 

but  he  overrated  his  own  oratory  ;  his  vehemence,  whether  of 

persuasion  or  entreaty,  was  returned  with  contempt. 

One  of  his  arguments  with  Portland  is,  that  the  plot  is  already 
known  to  a  woman.     This  woman  was  doubtless  lady  Aubigney, 
who,  upon  this  occasion,  was  committed  to  custody  ;  but  who,  in 
reality,  when  she  delivered  the  commission,  knew  not  what  it  was. 
The  parliament  then  proceeded  against  the  conspirators,  and 
committed  their  trial  to  a  council  of  war.     Tomkyns  and  Chal- 
onei'  were  handed  near  their  own  doors.     Tomkyns,  when  he 
came  to  die,  said  it  was  a  foolish  business  ;  and  indeed  there 
seems  to  have  been  no  hope  that  it  should  escape  discovery  ; 
for  though  never  more  than  three  met  at  a  time,  yet  a  design  so 
extensive  must,  by  necessity,  be  communicated  to  many,  who 
could  not  be  expected  to  be  all  faithful,  and  all  prudent.     Chal- 
oncr  was  attended  at  his  execution  by  Hugh  Peters.     His  crime 
was,  that  he  had  commission  to  raise  money  for  the  king  ;  but 
it  appears  not  that  the  money  was  to  be  expended  upon  the  ad- 
vancement of  cither  Crispe's  or  Waller's  plot. 

The  carl  of  Northumberland,  being  too  great  for  prosecution, 
was  only  once  examined  before  the  lords.  The  earl  of  Portland 
and  lord  Conway,  persisting  to  deny  the  charge,  and  no  testimony 
but  Waller's  yet  appearing  against  them,  were,  after  a  long  im- 
prisonment, admitted  to  bail.  ITasscl,  the  king's*  messenger, 
who  carried  the  letters  to  Oxford,  died  the  night  before  his  trial. 
Hampden  escaped  death,  perhaps  by  the  interest  of  his  family ; 
but  was  kept  in  prison  to  the  end  of  his  life.  They  whose  names 
were  inserted  in  the  commission  of  array  were  not  capitally 
punished,  as  it  could  not  be  proved  that  they  had  consented  to 


LIFE  OF  WALLER.  171 

Iheir  own  nomination  ;  but  they  were  considered  as  malignants, 
and  their  estates  were  seized. 

"  Waller,  though  confessedly,"  says  Clarendon,  "  the  most 
guilty,  with  incredible  dissimulation  affected  such  a  remorse  of 
conscience,  that  his  trial  was  put  off,  out  of  Christian  compassion, 
till  he  might  recover  his  understanding."  What  use  he  made 
of  this  interval,  with  what  liberality  and  success  he  distributed 
flattery  and  money,  and  how,  when  he  was  brought,  July  4,  before 
the  house,  he  confessed  and  lamented,  and  submitted  and  im- 
plored, may  be  read  in  the  history  of  the  rebellion,  B.  vii.  The 
speech,  to  which  Clarendon  ascribes  the  preservation  of  his  dear 
bought  life,  is  inserted  in  his  works.  The  great  historian,  how- 
ever, seems  to  have  been  mistaken  in  relating  that  he  prevailed 
in  the  principal  part  of  his  supplication,  not  to  be  tried  by  a  coun- 
cil of  war  ;  for,  according  to  Whitlock,  he  was  by  "expulsion  from 
the  house  abandoned  to  the  tribunal  which  he  so  much  dreaded, 
and  being  tried  and  condemned,  was  reprieved  by  Essex ;  but 
after  a  year's  imprisonment,-  in  which  time  resentment  grew  less 
acrimonious,  paying  a  fine  of  ten  thousand  pounds,  he  was  per- 
mitted to  recollect  himself  in  another  country. 

Of  his  behaviour  in  this  part  of  his  life,  it  is  not  necessary  to 
direct  the  reader's  opinion.  "  Let  us  not,"  says  his  last  ingeni- 
ous biographer,*  "  condemn  him  with  untempered  severity,  be- 
cause he  was  not  a  prodigy  which  the  world  hath  seldom  seen, 
because  his  character  included  not  the  poet,  the  orator,  and  the 
hero." 

For  the  place  of  his  exile  he  chose  France,  and  stayed  some 
time  at  Roan,  where  his  daughter  Margaret  was  born,  who  was 
afterward  his  favourite,  and  his  amanuensis.  He  then  removed 
to  Paris,  where  he  lived  with  great  splendour  and  hospitality ; 
and  from  time  to  time  amused  himself  with  poetry,  in  which  he 
sometimes  speaks  of  the  rebels,  and  their  usurpation,  in  the 
•natural  language  of  an  honest  man. 

At  last  it  became  necessary,  for  his  support,  to  sell  his  wife's 
jewels  ;  and  being  reduced,  as  he  said,  at  last  to  the  rump  jewel, 
he  solicited  from  Cromwell  permission  to  return,  and  obtained  it 

*  Life  of  Waller,  prefixed  to  an  edition  of  his  Works,  published  in  177.'. 
Jby  Percival  Stockdale.     C. 
VOL.  I.  23 


172  LIFE  OF  WALLKR. 

by  the  interest  of  colonel  Scroop,  to  whom  his  sister  was 
riccl.  Upon  the  remains  of  a  fortune,  which  the  clanger  of  his 
life  had  very  much  diminished,  he  lived  at  Hallbarn,  a  house 
built  by  himself,  very  near  to  Baconsficld,  where  his  mother  re- 
sided. His  mother,  though  related  to  Cromwell  and  Humpden, 
wus  zealous  for  the  royal  cause,  and,  when  Cromwell  visited  her, 
used  to  reproach  him  ;  he,  in  return,  would  throw  a  napkin  at 
her,  and  say  he  would  not  dispute  with  his  aunt ;  but  finding  in 
time  that  she  acted  for  the  king,  as  well  as  talked,  he  made  her 
a  prisoner  to  her  own  daughter,  in  her  own  house.  II  he  would 
do  any  thing,  he  could  not  do  less. 

Cromwell,  now  protector,  receiver!  Waller,  as  his  kinsman,  to 
familiar  conversation.  Waller,  as  he  used  to  relate,  found  him 
sufficiently  versed  in  ancient  history  ;  and  when  any  of  his  enthu- 
siastic friends  came  to  advise  or  consult  him,  could  sometimes 
overhear  him  discoursing  in  the  cant  of  the  times  ;  but,  when 
lie  returned,  he  would  say,  "  Cousin  \Valler,  I  must  talk  to  these 
men  in  their  own  way  ;"  and  resumed  the  common  style  of  con- 
versation. 

He  repaid  the  protector  for  his  favours,  1654,  by  the  famous 
panegyric,  which  has  been  always  considered  as  the  first  of  his 
poetical  productions.  His  choice  of  encomiastic  topics  is  very 
judicious  ;  for  he  considers  Cromwell  in  his  exaltation,  without 
inquiring  how  he  attained  it  ;  there  is  consequently  no  mention 
of  the  rebel  or  the  regicide.  All  the  former  part  of  his  hero's 
life  is  veiled  with  shades  ;  and  nothing  is  brought  to  view  but 
the  chief,  the  governor,  the  defender  of  England's  honour,  and 
the  enlarger  of  her  dominion.  The  act  of  violence  by  which 
he  obtained  the  supreme  power  is  lightly  treated,  and  decently 
justified.  It  was  certainly  to  be  desired  that  the  detestable  band 
should  be  dissolved,  which  had  destroyed  the  church,  murdered 
the  king,  and  filled  the  nation  with  tumult  and  oppression  ;  yet 
Cromwell  had  not  the  right  of  dissolving  them,  for  all  that  he  had 
belorc  done  could  be  justified  only  by  supposing  them  invested 
with  lawful  authority.  But  combinations  of  wickedness  would 
overwhelm  the  world  by  the  advantage  which  licentious  princi- 
ples afford,  did  not  those  who  have  long  practised  perfidy,  grov 
faithless  to  each  other. 


LIFE  OF  WALLER.  1 73 

In  the  poem  on  the  war  with  Spain  arc  some  passages  at 
least  equal  to  the  best  parts  of  the  panegyric  ;  and  in  the  con- 
clusion, the  poet  ventures  yet  a  higher  flight  of  flattery,  by 
recommending  royalty  to  Cromwell  and  the  nation.  Cromwell 
was  very  desirous,  as  appears  from  his  conversation,  related  by 
Whitlock,  of  adding  the  title  to  the  power  of  monarchy,  and  is 
supposed  to  have  been  withheld  from  it  partly  by  fear  of  the  army, 
and  partly  by  fear  of  the  laws,  which,  when  he  should  govern  by 
the  name  of  king,  would  have  restrained  his  authority.  When 
therefore  a  deputation  was  solemnly  sent  to  invite  him  to  the 
crown,  he,  after  a  long  conference,  refused  it;  but  is  said  to  have 
fainted  in  his  coach,  when  he  parted  from  them. 

The  poem  on  the  death  of  the  protector  seems  to  have  been 
dictated  by  real  veneration  for  his  memory.  Dryden  and  Sprat 
wrote  on  the  same  occasion  ;  but  they  were  young  men,  strug- 
gling into  notice,  and  hoping  for  some  favour  from  the  ruling 
party.  Waller  had  littie  to  expect ;  he  had  received  nothing  but 
his  pardon  from  Cromwell,  and  was  not  likely  to  ask  any  thing 
from  those  who  should  succeed  him. 

Soon  afterward,  the  restoration  supplied  him  with  another 
subject ;  and  he  exerted  his  imagination,  his  elegance,  and  his 
melody,  with  equal  alacrity,  for  Charles  the  second.  It  is  not 
possible  to  read,  without  some  contempt  and  indignation,  poems 
of  the  same  author,  ascribing  the  highest  degree  of  power  and 
piety  to  Charles  the  first,  then  transferring  the  same  power  and 
piety  to  Oliver  Cromwell  ;  now  inviting  Oliver  to  take  the  crown, 
and  then  congratulating  Charles  the  second  on  his  recovered  right. 
Neither  Cromwell  nor  Charles  could  value  his  testimony  as  the 
effect  of  conviction,  or  receive  his  praises  as  effusions  of  rever- 
ence ;  they  could  consider  them  but  as  the  labour  of  invention, 
and  the  tribute  of  dependence. 

Poets,  indeed,  profess  fiction;  but  the  legitimate  end  of  fiction 
is  the  conveyance  of  truth  ;  and  he  that  has  flattery  ready  for  all 
whom  the  vicissitudes  of  the  world  happen  to  exalt,  must  be 
scorned  as  a  prostituted  mind,  that  may  retain  the  glitter  of  wit, 
but  has  lost  the  dignity  of  virtue. 

The  Congratulation  was  considered  as  inferior  in  poetical  merit 
to  the  panegyric  ;  and  it  is  reported,  that,  when  the  king  told 
Waller  of  the  disparity,  he  answered,  "  Poets,  sir,  succeed  better 
in  fiction  than  in  truth." 


1T4  Lll  K  OF  WALLElt. 

The  Congratulation  is  indeed  not  inferior  to  the  panegyric, 
cither  by  decay  of  genius,  or  for  want  of  diligence  ;  but  because 
Cromwell  had  done  much,  and  Charles  had  done  little.  Crom- 
well wanted  nothing  to  raise  him  to  heroic  excellence  but  virtue  ; 
and  virtue  his  poet  thought  himself  at  liberty  to  supply.  Charles 
had  yet  only  the  merit  of  struggling  without  success,  and  suffer- 
ing without  despair.  A  life  of  escapes  and  indigence  could  sup- 
ply poetry  with  no  splendid  images. 

In  the  first  parliament  summoned  by  Charles  the  second, 
March  8,  1661,  Waller  sat  for  Hastings  in  Sussex,  and  served 
for  different  places  in  all  the  parliaments  of  that  reign.  In  a 
lime  when  fancy  and  gaiety  were  the  most  powerful  recommenda- 
tions to  regard,  it  is  not  likely  that  Waller  was  forgotten.  He 
pa-sed  hi.;  time  in  the  company  that  was  highest,  both  in  rank 
an-i  wit,  from  which  even  his  obstinate  sobriety  did  not  exclude 
him.  Though  he  drank  water,  he  was  enabled  by  his  fertility  of 
mi: id  to  heighten  the  mirth  of  bacchanalian  assemblies  ;  and 
Mr.  Suville  said,  that  "  no  man  in  England  should  keep  him  com- 
pany without  drinking  but  Ned  Waller." 

The  praise  given  him  by  St.  Evrcmoncl  is  a  proof  of  his  rep- 
utation ;  for  it  was  only  by  his  reputation  that  he  could  be  known, 
as  a  writer,  to  a  man  who,  though  he  lived  a  great  part  of  a  long- 
life  upon  an  English  pension,  never  condescended  to  understand 
the  language  of  the  nation  that  maintained  him. 

In  parliament,  "  he  was,"  says  Burnet,  "  the  delight  of  the 
hou  >e,and  though  old,  said  the  liveliest  things  of  any  among  them." 
Tnis,  however,  is  said  in  his  account  of  the  year  seventy  five, 
when  Waller  was  only  seventy.  His  name  as  a  speaker  occurs 
often  in  Grey's  collections  ;  but  I  have  found  no  extracts  that 
can  be  more  quoted  as  exhibiting  sallies  of  gaiety  than  cogency 
of  argument. 

He  was  of  such  consideration,  that  his  remarks  were  circulat- 
ed and  recorded.  When  the  duke  of  York's  influence  was  hitrh, 

O      ' 

both  in  Scotland  and  England,  it  drew,  says  Burnet,  a  lively  re- 
flection from  Waller,  the  celebrated  wit.  He  said,  "  the  house 
of  commons  had  resolved  that  the  duke  should  not  reign  after  the 
king's  death  ;  but  the  king,  in  opposition  to  them,  had  resolved 
that  he  should  reign  even  in  his  life."  If  there  appear  no  extra- 
ordinary liveliness  ill  this  remark,  yet  its  reception  proves  the 


LIFE  OF  WALLER.  175 

speaker  to  have  been  a  celebrated  wit,  to  have  had  a  name  which 
men  of  wit  were  proud  of  mentioning. 

He  did  not  suffer  his  reputation  to  die  gradually  away,  which 
may  easily  happen  in  a  long  life  ;  but  renewed  his  claim  to  po- 
etical distinction  from  time  to  time,  as  occasions  were  offered, 
either  by  public  events  or  private  incidents ;  and,  contenting  him- 
self with  the  influence  of  his  muse,  or  loving  quiet  better  than 
influence,  he  never  accepted  any  office  of  magistracy. 

He  was  not,  however,  without  some  attention  to  his  fortune  ; 
for  he  asked  from  the  king,  in  1665,  the  provostship  of  Eton 
college,  and  obtained  it ;  but  Clarendon  refused  to  put  the  seal 
to  the  grant,  alleging  that  it  could  be  held  only  by  a  clergyman. 
It  is  known  that  sir  Henry  Wotton  qualified  himself  for  it  by 
deacon's  orders. 

To  this  opposition,  the  Biografihia  imputes  the  violence  and 
acrimony  with  which  Waller  joined  Buckingham's  faction  in 
the  prosecution  of  Clarendon.  The  motive  was  illiberal  and 
dishonest,  and  showed  that  more  than  sixty  years  had  not  been 
able  to  teach  him  morality.  His  accusation  is  such  as  conscience 
can  hardly  be  supposed  to  dictate  without  the  help  of  malice. 
"  We  were  to  be  governed  by  janizaries  instead  of  parliaments, 
and  are  in  danger  from  a  worse  plot  than  that  of  the  fifth  of  No- 
vember; then,  if  the  lords  and  commons  had  been  destroyed, 
there  had  been  a  succession  ;  but  here  both  had  been  destroyed 
for  ever."  This  is  the  language  of  a  man  who  is  glad  of  an  op- 
portunity to  rail,  and  ready  to  sacrifice  truth  to  interest  at  one 
time,  and  to  anger  at  another. 

A  year  after  the  chancellor's  banishment,  another  vacancy  gave 
him  encouragement  for  another  petition,  which  the  king  referred 
to  the  council,  who,  after  hearing  the  question  argued  by  law- 
yers for  three  days,  determined  that  the  office  could  be  held  only 
by  a  clergyman,  according  to  the  act  of  uniformity,  since  the 
provosts  had  always  received  institution,  as  for  a  parsonage,  from 
the  bishops  of  Lincoln.  The  king  then  said,  he  could  not  break 
the  law  which  he  had  made  ;  and  Dr.  Zachary  Cradock,  famous 
for  a  single  sermon,  at  most  for  two  sermons,  was  chosen  by 
the  fellows. 

That  he  asked  any  thing  more  is  not  known  ;  it  is  certain  thai- 
he  obtained  nothing,  though  he  continued  obsequious  to  the  court 
through  the  rest  of  Charles's  reign, 


176  urn  or  WALLER. 

At  the  accession  of  king  James,  in  1685,  he  was  chosen  for 
parliament,  being  then  fourscore,  at  Saltash  in  Cornwall  ;  and 
•wrote  a  J'rr-c^r  <;f  ilic  (hiunfalt  of  the  Turkish  ILwjiirc,  which  he 
presented  to  the  king  on  his  birthday.  It  is  remarked,  by  his 
commentator  I'enton,  that  in  reading  Tasso  he  had  early  imbibed 
a  veneration  for  the  heroes  of  the  holy  Avar,  and  a  zealous  enmity 
to  the  Turks,  which  never  left  him.  Jarncs,  however,  having 
soon  after  begun  what  he  thought  a  holy  war  at  home,  made 
haste  to  put  all  molestation  of  the  Turks  out  of  his  power. 

James  treated  him  with  kindness  and  familiarity,  of  which 
instances  are  given  by  the  writer  of  his  life.  One  day,  taking 
him  into  the  closet,  the  king  asked  him  how  he  liked  one  of  the 
pictures  ;  "  My  eyes,"  said  Waller,  *•  are  dim,  and  I  do  not  know 
it."  The  king  said  it  was  the  princess  of  Orange.  "  She  is," 
said  Waller,  "like  the  greatest  woman  in  the  world."  The 
;king  asked  who  was  that  ;  and  was  answered,  queen  Elizabeth. 
u  I  wonder,"  said  the  king,  "you  should  think  so  ;  but  i  must 
confess  she  had  a  wise  council."  "  And,  sir."  said  Waller,"  did 
you  ever  know  a  fool  choose  a  wise  one  f"  Such  is  the  story, 
which  I  once  heard  of  some  other  man.  Pointed  axioms,  and 
acute  replies,  fly  loose  about  the  world,  and  are  assigned  success- 
ively to  those  whom  it  may  be  the  fashion  to  celebrate. 

When  the  king  knew  that  he  was  about  to  marry  his  daughter 
to  Dr.  Birch,  a  clergyman,  he  ordered  a  French  gentleman  to  tell 
him,  that  "  the  king  wondered  he  could  think  of  marrying  his 
daughter  to  a  falling  church."  "  The  king,"  said  Waller,  "does 
me  great  honour,  in  taking  notice  of  my  domestic  affairs  ;  but  I 
have  lived  long  enough  to  observe  that  this  falling  church  has 
got  a  trick  of  rising  again." 

He  took  notice  to  his  friends  of  the  king's  conduct ;  and  said, 
that  "  he  would  be  left  like  a  whale  upon  the  strand."  Whether 
lie  was  privy  to  any  of  the  transactions  which  ended  in  the  revo- 
lution, is  not  known  His  heir  joined  the  prince  of  Orange. 

Having  now  attained  an  age  beyond  which  the  laws  of  nature 
seldom  suiVer  life  to  be  extended,  otherwise  than  by  a  future 
state,  he  seems  to  have  turned  his  mind  upon  preparation  for 
the  decisive  hour,  and  therefore  consecrated  his  poetry  to  devo- 
tion. It  is  pleasing  to  discover  that  his  piety  was  without  weak- 
ness ;  that  his  intellectual  powers  continued  vigorous  ;  and  that 


LIFE  OF  WALLEfc. 

the  lines  which  he  composed,  when/i^/or  age,  could  neither  read 
nor  write,  are  not  inferior  to  the  effusions  of  his  youth. 

Toward  the  decline  of  life,  he  bought  a  small  house  with  a 
little  land  at  Colshill  ;  and  stud,  "  he  should  be  glad  to  die,  like 
the  stag,  where  he  was  roused."  This,  however,  did  not  happen. 
When  he  was  at  Beixonsfiekl,  he  found  his  legs  grow  tumid  ; 
he  went  to  Windsor,  where  sir  Charles  Scarborough  then  attend- 
ed the  king,  and  requested  him,  as  both  a  friend  and  physician, 
to  tell  him,  wliat  that  swelling  meant.  "  Sir,"  answered  Scarbo- 
rough, "  your  blood  will  run  no  longer."  Waller  repeated  some 
lines  of  Virgil,  and  went  home  to  die. 

As  the  disease  increased  upon  him,  he  composed  himself  for 
his  departure  ;  and  calling  upon  Dr.  Birch  to  give  him  the  hcly 
sacrament,  he  desired  his  children  to  take  it  with  him,  and  made 
an  earnest  declaration  of  his  faith  in  Christianity.  It  now  ap- 
peared what  part  of  his  conversation  with  the  great  could  be 
remembered  with  delight.  He  related,  that  being  present  when 
the  duke  of  Buckingham  talked  profanely  before  king  Charles*, 
he  said  to  him,  "  My  lord,  I  am  a  great  deal  older  than  your 
grace,  and  have,  I  believe,  heard  more  arguments  for  atheism 
than  ever  your  grace  did  ;  but  I  have  lived  long  enough  to  see 
there  is  nothing  in  them  ;  and  so  I  hope  your  grace  will." 

He  died  October  21,  1687,  and  was  buried  at  Beaccnsfield, 
with  a  monument  erected  by  his  son's  executors,  for  which  Ry- 
mer  wrote  the  inscription,  and  which  I  hope  is  now  rescued 
from  dilapidation. 

He  left  several  children  by  his  second  wife  ;  of  whom  his 
daughter  was  married  to  Dr.  Birch.  Benjamin,  the  eldest  son, 
was  disinherited,  and  sent  to  New  Jersey  as  wanting  common 
understanding.  Edmund,  the  second  son,  inherited  the  estate, 
and  represented  Agrnonclesham  in  parliament,  but  at  last  turned 
quaker.  William,  the  third  son,  was  a  merchant  in  London. 
Stephen,  the  fourth,  was  an  eminent  doctor  of  laws,  and  one  of 
the  commissioners  for  the  union.  There  is  said  to  have  been  a 
fifth,  of  whom  no  account  has  descended. 

The  character  of  Waller,  both  moral  and  intellectual,  has  been 
drawn  by  Clarendon,  to  whom  he  was  familiarly  known,  with 
nicety,  which  certainly  none  to  whom  he  was  not  known  can 
presume  to  emulate.  Tt  is  therefore  inserted  hero,  with 


ITS  LIFL  OF  WALLER. 

remarks  as  others  have  supplied  ;  after  which,  nothing  remains 
but  a  critical  examination  of  his  poetry. 

"  Kdimind  Waller,"  says  Clarendon,  "  was  born  to  a  very  fair 
estate,  by  the  parsimony  or  frugality  of  a  wise  father  and  mother  ; 
and  he  thought  it  so  commendable  an  advantage,  that  he  re- 
solved to  improve  it  with  his  utmost  care,  upon  which  in  his 
nature  he  was  too  much  intent  ;  and,  in  order  to  that,  he  was  so 
much  reserved  and  retired,  that  he  was  scarcely  ever  heard  of, 
till  by  his  address  and  dexterity  he  had  gotten  a  very  rich  wife 
in  the  city,  against  all  the  recommendation  and  countenance  and 
authority  of  the  court,  which  was  thoroughly  engaged  on  the 
behalf  of  Mr.  Crofts,  and  which  used  to  be  successful  in  that  age, 
against  any  opposition.  He  had  the  good  fortune  to  have  an  alli- 
ance and  friendship  with  Dr.  Morley,  who  had  assisted  and  in- 
structed him  in  the  reading  many  good  books,  to  which  his  nat- 
ural parts  and  promptitude  inclined  him,  especially  the  poets  ; 
and  ai  the  a^o  when  c-iher  men  used  to  give  over  writing  verses, 
for  lie  was  near  thirty  years  when  he  first  engaged  himself  in 
that  exercise,  at  least  that  he  was  known  to  do  so,  he  surprised 
the  town  with  t\vo  or  three  pieces  of  that  kind ;  as  if  a  tenth  muse 
had  been  newly  born  to  cherish  drooping  poetry.  The  doctor  at 
that  time  brought  him  into  that  company  which  was  most  cele- 
brated for  good  conversation  ;  where  he  wras  received  and  esteem- 
ed with  great  applause  and  respect.  He  was  a  very  pleasant 
discourser  in  earnest  and  in  jest,  and  therefore  very  grateful  to 
all  kind  of  company,  where  he  was  not  the  less  esteemed  for 
being  very  rich. 

He  had  been  even  nursed  in  parliaments,  where  he  sat  when 
he  was  very  young  ;  and  so,  when  they  were  resumed  again, 
after  a  long  intermission,  he  appeared  in  those  assemblies  with 
^rcat  advantage  ;  having  a  graceful  way  of  speaking,  and  by 
thinking  much  on  several  arguments,  which  his  temper  and  com- 
plexion, that  had  much  of  melancholic,  inclined  him  to,  he  seem- 
ed often  to  speak  upon  the  sudden,  when  the  occasion  had  only 
administered  the  opportunity  of  saying  what  he  had  thoroughly 
conside  cd,  which  gave  a  threat  lustre  to  all  he  said  ;  which  yet 
was  rather  of  delight  than  weight.  There  needs  no  more  be 
said  to  extol  the  excellence  and  power  of  his  wit,  and  pleasant- 
ness of  his  conversation,  than  that  it  was  of  magnitude  enough  to 


LIFE  OF  WALLER, 

vover  a  world  of  very  great  faults  ;  that  is,  so  to  cover  them, 
that  they  were  not  taken  notice  of  to  his  reproach,  viz.  a  narrow- 
ness in  his  nature  to  the  lowest  degree  ;  an  abjectness  and  want 
of  courage  to  support  him  in  any  virtuous  undertaking  ;  an  insin- 
\iation  and  servile  flattery  to  the  height,  the  vainest  and  most 
imperious  nature  could  be  contented  with  ;  that  it  preserved  and 
won  his  life  from  those  who  were  most  resolved  to  take  it,  and  in 
an  occasion  in  which  he  ought  to  have  been  ambitious  to  have 
lost  it ;  and  then  preserved  him  again  from  the  reproach  and 
contempt  that  was  due  to  him  for  so  preserving  it,  and  for  vin- 
dicating it  at  such  a  price  ;  that  it  had  power  to  reconcile  him  to 
those  whom  he  had  most  offended  and  provoked  ;  and  continued 
to  his  age  with  that  rare  felicity,  that  his  company  was  accepta- 
ble where  his  spirit  was  odious  ;  and  he  was  at  least  pitied,  where 
he  was  most  detested." 

Such  is  the  account  of  Clarendon ;  on  which  it  may  not  be 
improper  to  make  some  remarks. 

"  He  was  very  little  known  till  he  had  obtained  a  rich  wife  hi 
the  city." 

He  obtained  a  rich  wife  about  the  age  of  three  and  twenty  ;  an 
age,  before  which  few  men  are  conspicuous  much  to  their  ad- 
vantage. He  was  known,  however,  in  parliament  and  at  court  ; 
and,  if  he  spent  part  of  his  time  in  privacy,  it  is  not  unreasona- 
ble to  suppose  that  he  endeavoured  the  improvement  of  his  mind 
as  well  as  of  his  fortune. 

That  Clarendon  might  misjudge  the  motive  of  his  retirement 
is  the  more  probable,  because  he  has  evidently  mistaken  the 
commencement  of  his  poetry,  which  he  supposes  him  not  to  have 
attempted  before  thirty.  As  his  first  pieces  were  perhaps  not 
printed,  the  succession  of  his  compositions  was  not  known  ;  and 
Clarendon,  who  cannot  be  imagined  to  have  been  very  studious 
of  poetry,  did  not  rectify  his  first  opinion  by  consulting  Waller's 
book. 

Clarendon  observes,  that  he  was  introduced  to  the  wits  of  the 
age  by  Dr.  Morley  ;  but  the  writer  of  his  life  relates  that  he  was 
already  among  them,  when,  hearing  a  noise  in  the  street,  and  in- 
quiring the  cause,  they  found  a  son  of  Ben  Jonson  under  an  arrest. 
This  was  Morley,  whom  Waller  set  free  at  the  expense  of  one 
hundred  pounds,  took  him  into  the  country  as  director  of  his 

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LIFE  OF  WALLER. 

studies,  and  then  procured  him  admission  into  the  company  of  the 
friends  of  lilciaturc.  Of  this  fact  Clarendon  had  a  nearer  knowl- 
edge than  the  biographer,  and  is  therefore  more  to  be  credited. 

The  account  of  Waller's  parliamentary  eloquence  is  seconded 
by  Jiiinict,  who,  though  he  calls  him  u  the  delight  of  the  house," 
adds,  that  "  he  was  only  concerned  to  say  that  which  should'makc 
him  be  applauded,  he  never  laid  the  business  of  the  house  to 
heart,  being  a  vain  and  empty,  though  a  witty,  man." 

Of  his  insinuation  and  flattery  it  is  not  unreasonable  to  believe 
that  the  truth  is  told,  Ascham,  in  his  elegant  description  of  those 
whom  in  modern  language  we  term  wits,  says,  that  they  are  often 
flatterers^  and  jirivy  mockers.  Waller  showed  a  little  of  both* 
when,  upon  sight  of  the  dutchess  of  Newcastle's  verses  on  the 
death  of  a  stag,  he  declared  that  he  would  give  all  his  own  com- 
positions to  have  written  them,  and  being  charged  with  the  ex- 
orbitance of  his  adulation,  answered,  that  "nothing  was  too  much 
to  be  given,  that  a  lady  might  be  saved  from  the  disgrace  of  such 
u  vile  performance."  This,  however,  was  no  very  mischievous 
or  very  unusual  deviation  from  truth  ;  had  his  hypocrisy  been 
confined  to  such  transactions,  he  might  have  been  forgiven,  though 
not  praised  ;  for  who  forbears  to  flatter  an  author  or  a  lady  ? 

Of  the  laxity  of  his  political  principles,  and  the  weakness  of 
his  resolution,  he  experienced  the  natural  effect,  by  losing  the 
esteem  of  every  party.  From  Cromwell  he  had  only  his  recal ; 
and  from  Charles  the  second,  who  delighted  in  his  company,  he 
obtained  only  the  pardon  of  his  relation  Hampden,  and  the  safety 
of  Hampden's  son. 

As  far  as  conjecture  can  be  made  from  the  whole  of  his  writ- 
ing, and  his  conduct,  he  was  habitually  and  deliberately  a  friend 
to  monarchy.  His  deviation  toward  democracy  proceeded  from 
his  connexion  with  Hampden,  for  whose  sake  he  prosecuted 
Crawley  with  great  bitterness  ;  and  the  invective  which  he  pro- 
nounced on  that  occasion  was  so  popular,  that  twenty  thousand 
copies  are  said  by  his  biographer  to  have  been  sold  in  one  day. 

It  is  confessed  that  his  faults  still  left  him  many  friends,  at  least 
many  companions.  His  convivial  power  of  pleasing  is  univer- 
sally acknowledged;  but  those  who  conversed  with  him  intimate- 
ly, found  him  not  only  passionate,  especially  in  his  old  age,  but 
resentful  ;  so  that  the  interposition  of  friends  was  sometimes 
necessary. 


LIFE  OF  WALLER.  181 

His  wit  and  his  poetry  naturally  connected  him  with  the  polite 
writers  of  his  time  ;  he  was  joined  with  lord  Buckhurst  in  the 
translation  of  Corneille's  Pompey  ;  and  is  said  to  have  added  his 
help  to  that  of  Cowley  in  the  original  draught  of  the  rehearsal. 

The  care  of  his  fortune,  which  Clarendon  imputes  to  him  in  a 
degree  little  less  than  criminal,  was  either  not  constant  or  not 
successful ;  for,  having  inherited  a  patrimony  of  three  thousand 
five  hundred  pounds  a  year  in  the  time  of  James  the  first,  and 
augmented  it  at  least  by  one  wealthy  marriage,  he  left,  about  the 
time  of  the  revolution,  an  income  of  not  more  than  twelve  or 
thirteen  hundred  ;  which,  when  the  different  value  of  money  is 
reckoned,  will  be  found  perhaps  not  more  than  a  fourth  part  of 
what  he  once  possessed. 

Of  this  diminution,  part  was  the  consequence  of  the  gifts 
which  he  was  forced  to  scatter,  and  the  fine  which  he  was  con- 
demned to  pay  at  the  detection  of  his  plot ;  and  if  his  estate,  as 
is  related  in  his  life,  was  sequestered,  he  had  probably  contracted 
debts  when  he  lived  in  exile  ;  for  we  are  told,  that  at  Paris  he 
lived  in  splendour,  and  was  the  only  Englishman,  except  the  lord 
St.  Albans,  that  kept  a  table. 

His  unlucky  plot  compelled  him  to  sell  a  thousand  a  year  ;  of 
the  waste  of  the  rest  there  is  no  account,  except  that  he  is  con- 
fessed by  his  biographer  to  have  been  a  bad  economist.  He 
seems  to  have  deviated  from  the  common  practice  ;  to  have  been 
a  hoarder  in  his  first  years,  and  a  squanderer  in  his  last. 

Of  his  course  of  studies,  or  choice  of  books,  nothing  is  known 
more  than  that  he  professed  himself  unable  to  read  Chapman's 
translation  of  Homer  without  rapture.  His  opinion  concerning 
the  duty  of  a  poet  is  contained  in  his  declaration,  that  "  he  would 
blot  from  his  works  any  line  that  did  not  contain  some  motive  to 
virtue." 


THE  characters,  by  which  Waller  intended  to  distinguish  his 
writing,"  are  sprightliness  and  dignity  ;  in  his  smaller  pieces,  he 
endeavours  to  be  gay ;  in  the  larger  to  be  great.  Of  his  airy 
and  light  productions,  the  chief  source  is  gallantry,  that  attentive 
reverence  of  female  excellence  which  has  descended  to  us  from 
the  gothic  ages,  As  his  poems  are  commonly  occasional,  and  his 


182  i.in:  or  WALLER. 

addresses  personal,  he  was  not  so  liberally  supplied  with  grand  a» 
tviih  soft  images  ;  for  beauty  is  more  easily  found  than  magna- 
nimity. 

The  delicacy,  which  he  cultivated,  restrains  him  to  a  certain 
nicely  ..ml  caution,  even  when  he  writes  upon  the  slightest  mat- 
ter, lie  has,  therefore,  in  his  whole  volume,  nothing  burlesque, 
and  seldom  any  thing  ludicrous  or  familiar.  He  seems  always 
to  do  his  best ;  though  his  subjects  are  often  unworthy  of  his  care. 

It  is  not  easy  to  think,  without  some  contempt  on  an  author, 
who  is  growing  illustrious  in  his  own  opinion  by  verses,  at  one 
time,  "  To  a  lady  who  can  do  any  thing  but  sleep  when  she  plea- 
ses ;"  at  another,  "  To  a  lady  who  can  sleep  when  she  pleases  ;" 
now,  "  To  a  lady,  on  her  passing  through  a  crowd  of  people  ;" 
then,  "  On  a  braid  of  divers  colours  woven  by  four  fair  ladies  ;" 
"  On  a  tree  cut  in  paper  ;"  or,  "  To  a  lady,  from  whom  he  re- 
ceived the  copy  of  verses  on  the  paper  tree,  which  for  many 
years  had  been  missing." 

Genius  now  and  then  produces  a  lucky  trifle.  We  still  read 
the  D:JV?  of  Anacreon,  and  Sparrow  of  Catullus  ;  and  a  writer 
naturally  pleases  himself  with  a  performance,  which  owes  noth- 
o  the  subject.  But  compositions  merely  pretty  have  the 
fate  of  other  pretty  things,  and  are  quitted  in  time  for  something 
useful ;  they  are  flowers  fragrant  and  fair,  but  of  short  duration  ; 
or  they  are  blossoms  to  be  valued  only  as  they  foretell  fruits. 

Among  Waller's  little  poems  are  some,  which  their  excellen- 
cy ought  to  secure  from  oblivion  ;  as,  To  Amoret,  comparing  the 
different  modes  of  regard  with  which  he  looks  on  her  and  Sacfia- 
rinaa  ;  and  the  verses  On  Lovc^  that  begin,  Anger  in  hasty  words 
or  blows. 

In  others  he  is  not  equally  successful ;  sometimes  his  thoughts 
are  deficient,  and  sometimes  his  expression. 

The  numbers  are  not  always  musical  j  as, 

l';iir  Venus,  in  thy  soft  arm^ 

Tin*  god  of  rage  confine; 
For  thy  whispers  are  the  chavrns 
"Wl.H'li  only  ran  divert  his  fierce  design. 
Whai  though  he  frown,  and  to  tumult  do  incline  ; 

Thou  the  flame 

Kindled  in  his  lnvast  canst  tame, 
V  ith  that  snow  which  unmelted  lies  on  tLine, 


LIFE  OF  WALLER.  133 

He  seldom  indeed  fetches  an  amorous  sentiment  from  the 
depths  of  science  ;  his  thoughts  are  for  the  most  part  easily  un- 
derstood, and  his  images  such  as  the  superfices  of  nature  readily 
supplies  ;  he  has  a  just  claim  to  popularity,  because  he  writes  to 
common  degrees  of  knowledge  ;  and  is  free  at  least  from  philo- 
sophical pedantry,  unless,  perhaps,  the  end  of  a  song  to  the  sun 
may  oe  excepted,  in  which  he  is  too  much  a  copernican.  To 
which  may  be  added,  the  simile  of  the  Palm,  in  the  verses  on  her 
passing  through  a  crowd  ;  and  a  line  in  a  more  serious  poem  on 
the  restoration,  about  vipers  and  treacle,  which  can  only  be  un- 
derstood by  those  who  happen  to  know  the  composition  of  the 

» 

Theriaca. 

His  thoughts  are  sometimes  hyperbolical,  and  his  images  un- 
natural. 

— —  The  plants  admire, 
No  less  than  those  of  old  did  Orpheus'  lyre; 
If  she  sit  down,  with  tops  all  tow'rds  her  bow'd  ; 
They  round  about  her  into  arbours  crowd  ; 
Or  if  she  walks,  in  even  ranks  they  stand, 
Like  some  well  marshall'd  and  obsequious  band. 

In  another  place  ; 

While  in  the  park  I  sing,  the  listening  deer 
Attend  my  passion,  and  forget  to  fear  ; 
When  to  the  beeches  I  report  my  flame, 
They  bow  their  heads,  as  if  they  felt  the  same. 
To  gods  appealing,  when  I  reach  their  bowers, 
With  loud  complaints  they  answer  me  in  showers. 
To  thee  a  wild  and  cruel  soul  is  given, 
More  deaf  than  trees,  and  prouder  than  the  Heaven! 

OnAhe  head  of  a  stag  ; 

O  fertile  head  !  which  every  year 
Could  such  a  crop  of  wonder  bear! 
The  teeming  earth  did  never  bring 
So  soon,  so  hard,  so  huge  a  thing ; 
Which  might  it  never  have  been  casit, 
Each  year's  growth  added  to  the  last, 
These  lofty  branches  had  supply'd 
The  earth's  bold  son's  prodigious  pride  ; 
Heaven  with  these  engines  had  been  seal'd, 
When  mountains  heap'd  OH  mountains  fail'd. 


18-t  LIFE  OF  WALLER. 

Sometimes,  having  succeeded  in  the  first  part,  he  makes  a 
feeble  conclusion.  In  the  song  of  "  Sacharissa's  and  Amorct's 
Friendship,"  the  two  last  stanzas  ought  (.0  have  been  omitted. 

His  images  of  gallantry  are  not  always  in  the  highest  degree 
delicate. 

Then  shall  my  love  this  doulit  displace, 

And  t~uin  MK-!I  Inist,  hnt  I  may  come 
And  l):ui(|iict  sometimes  on  thy  face, 

But  make  m\   ronsUint  meals  at  home. 

Some  applications  may  be  thought  too  remote  and  unconse- 
qucnli.il  ;  as  in  the  verses  on  the  Lady  Dancing  ; 

The  sun  in  figures  such  as  these, 
.ln\s  with  the  moon  to  play  ; 

To  the  sweet  strains  they  advance, 
\\  liii-li  do  result  from  their  own  spheres  ; 

As  this  nymph's  dance 
Moves  with  the  numbers  which  she  hears. 

Sometimes  a  thought,  which  might  perhaps  fill  a  distich,  is 
expanded  and  attenuated  till  it  grows  weak  and  almost  evanes- 
cent. 

Chloris  !  since  first  our  calm  of  peace 

Was  frighted  hence,  this  good  we  find, 
Your  favours  with  your  fears  increase, 

And  growing  mischiefs  make  you  kind. 
So  the  fair  tree,  which  still  preserves 

Her  fruit,  and  state,  while  no  wind  blow?, 
In  storms  from  that  uprightness  swerves  ; 

And  the  glad  earth  about  her  strows 

With  treasure  from  her  yielding  boughs. 

His  images  are  not  always  distinct ;  as,  in  the  following  pas- 
sage, he  confounds  love  as  a  person  with  love  as  a  passion. 

Some  other  nymphs,  with  colours  faint, 
And  pencil  slow,  may  cupid  paint, 
And  a  weak  heart  in  time  destroy  ; 
She  has  a  stamp,  and  prints  the  boy  ; 
Can,  \\ith  a  single  look,  inflame 
The  coldest  breast,  the  rudest  tame. 

His  sallies  of  casual  flattery  are  sometimes  elegant  and  happy, 
us  that  in  return  for  the  silver  Jien  ;  and  sometimes  empty  and 
trifling,  as  that  u/ion  the  card  lorn  by  the  queen.  There  are  a  few 
lines  written  in  the.  dufchcss's  Tasso^  which  he  is  said  by  Fentoji 


LIFE  OF  WALLER.  185 

?.o  have  kept  a  summer  under  correction.  It  happened  to  Wal- 
ler, as  to  others,  that  his  success  was  not  always  in  proportion  to- 
his  labour. 

Of  these  petty  compositions,  neither  the  beauties  nor  the  faults 
deserve  much  attention.  The  amorous  verses  have  this  to  rec- 
ommend them,  that  they  are  less  hyperbolical  than  those  of  some 
other  poets.  Waller  is  not  always  at  the  last  gasp  ;  he  does  not 
die  of  a  frown,  nor  live  upon  a  smile.  There  is,  however,  too 
much  love,  and  too  many  trifles.  Little  things  are  made  too 
important ;  and  the  empire  of  beauty  is  represented  as  exerting 
its  influence  farther  than  can  be  allowed  by  the  multiplicity  of 
human  passions,  and  the  variety  of  human  wants.  Such  books, 
therefore,  may  be  considered  as  showing  the  world  under  a  false 
appearance,  and,  so  far  as  they  obtain  credit  from  the  young  and 
inexperienced,  as  misleading  expectation,  and  misguiding  prac- 
tice. 

Of  his  nobler  and  more  weighty  performances,  the  greater 
part  is  panegyrical ;  for  of  praise  he  was  very  lavish,  as  is  ob- 
served by  his  imitator,  lord  Lansdown  ; 

No  satyr  stalks  within  the  hallow'd  ground, 
But  queens  and  heroines,  kings  and  gods  abound, 
Glory  and  arras  and  love  are  all  the  sound. 

In  the  first  poem,  on  the  danger  of  the  prince  on  the  coast  of 
Spain,  there  is  a  puerile  and  ridiculous  mention  of  Arion  at  the 
beginning  ;  and  the  last  paragraph,  on  the  cable,  is  in  part  ridic- 
ulously mean,  and  in  part,  ridiculously  tumid.  The  poem,  how- 
ever, is  such  as  may  be  justly  praised,  without  much  allowance 
for  the  state  of  our  poetry  and  language  at  that  time. 

The  two  next  poems  are  upon  the  king's  behaviour  at  the  death 
of  Buckingham,  and  upon  his  na-uy. 

He  has,  in  the  first,  used  the  pagan  deities  witii  great  pro- 
priety ; 

'Twas  want  of  such  a  precedent  as  this 
Made  the  old  heathens  frame  their  gods  amiss. 

In  the  poem  on  the  navy,  those  lines  are  very  noble,  which  sup- 
pose the  king's  power  secure  against  a  second  deluge  ;  so  noble, 
that  it  were  almost  criminal  to  remark  the  mistake  of  centre  for 
surface,  or  to  say  that  the  empire  of  the  sea  would  be  worth  littlo 
if  it  were  not  that  the  waters  terminate  in  land. 


186  Lin-:  OF  \VALLElt. 

The  poem  upon  Bailee  has  forcible  sentiments  ;  but  the  con- 
clusion is  feeble.  That  on  the  repairs  of  St.  Paul's,  has  some- 
thing Millar  and  obvious;  such  as  the  mention  of  Amphion  ; 
luul  something  violent  and  harsh  ;  as, 

So  Jill  our  minds  with  liis  conspire  to  grace 
The-  gentiles'  great  apostle,  and  deface 
Tlio-i-  Mate  obscuring  sheds,  that  like  a  chain 
Seem'd  to  confine,  and  letter  him  again  ; 
"Which  the  glad  saint  shakes  oflf  at  his  command, 
As  once  the  viper  from  his  sacred  hand. 
So  joys  the  aged  oak,  when  we  d>v;,!e 
Tin-  cri-cpiiii;-  ivy  l'r(/in  his  injur'd  side. 

Of  the  two  last  couplets;,  the  first  is  extravagant,  and  the  sec  - 
ond  mean. 

His  praise  of  Lie  queen  is  too  much  exaggerated  ;  and  the 
thought,  that  she  "  saves  lovers,  by  cutting  oft"  hope,  as  gangrenes 
are  cured  by  lopping  the  limb,"  presents  nothing  to  the  mind 
but  disgust  and  horror. 

Of  the  Battle  of  the  Summer  Islands,  it  seems  not  easy  to  say 
•whether  it  is  intended  to  raise  terror  or  merriment.  The  begin- 
ning is  too 'splendid  for  jest,  and  the  conclusion  too  light  for  seri- 
ousness. The  versification  is  studied,  the  scenes  are  diligently 
displayed,  and  the  images  artfully  amplified  ;  but,  as  it  ends 
neither  in  joy  nor  sorrow,  it  will  scarcely  be  read  a  second  time. 

The  jiancgyric  upon  Cromwell  has  obtained  from  the  public  a 
very  liberal  dividend  of  praise,  which  however  cannot  be  said  to 
have  been  unjustly  lavished ;  for  such  a  series  of  verses  had  rarely 
appeared  before  in  the  English  language.  Of  the  lines  some 
are  grand,  some  arc  graceful,  and  all  are  musical.  There  is  now 
and  then  a  feeble  verse,  or  a  trifling  thought ;  but  its  great  fault 
is  the  choice  of  its  hero. 

The  poem  of  the  war  with  Sjiain^  begins  with  lines  more  vig- 
orous and  striking  than  Waller  is  accustomed  to  produce.  The 
succeeding  parts  arc  variegated  with  better  passages  and  worse. 
There  is  something  too  far  fetched  in  the  comparison  of  the 
Spaniards  drawing  the  English  on,  by  saluting  St.  Lucar  with 
cannon,  to  lambs  awakening  t/ie  lion  by  bleating.  The  fate  of  the 
marquis  and  his  lady,  who  were  burnt  in  their  ship,  would  have 
moved  move,  had  the  poet  not  made  him  die  like  the  phoenix, 


LIFE  OP  WALLER. 

because  he  had  spices  about  him,  nor  expressed  their  affection 
and  their  end  by  a  conceit  at  once  false  and  vulgar. 

Alive,  in  equal  flames  of  love  they  burn'd, 
And  now  together  are  to  ashes  turn'd. 

The  verses  to  Charles,  on  his  return,  were  doubtless  intended 
to  counterbalance  the  panegyric  on  Cromwell.  If  it  has  been 
thought  inferior  to  that  with  which  it  is  naturally  compared,  the 
cause  of  its  deficience  has  been  already  remarked. 

The  remaining  pieces  it  is  not  necessary  to  examine  singly. 
They  must  be  supposed  to  have  faults  and  beauties  of  the  same 
kind  with  the  rest.  The  Sacred  Poems,  however,  deserve  par- 
ticular regard  ;  they  were  the  work  of  Waller's  declining  life, 
of  those  hours  in  which  he  looked  upon  the  fame  and  the  folly  of 
the  time  past  with  the  sentiments  which  his  great  predecessor, 
Petrarch  bequeathed  to  posterity,  upon  his  review  of  that  love 
and  poetry  which  have  given  him  immortality. 

That  natural  jealousy  which  makes  every  man  unwilling  to  al- 
low much  excellence  in  another,  always  produces  a  disposition 
to  believe  that  the  mind  grows  old  with  the  body  ;  and  that  he, 
whom  we  are  now  forced  to  confess  superior,  is  hastening  daily 
to  a  level  with  ourselves.  By  delighting  to  think  this  of  the  liv- 
ing, we  learn  to  think  it  of  the  dead  ;  and  Fenton,  with  all  his 
kindness  for  Waller,  has  the  luck  to  mark  the  exact  time  when 
his  genius  passed  the  zenith,  which  he  places  at  his  fiity  fifth 
year.  This  is  to  allot  the  mind  but  a  small  portion.  Intellectual 
decay  is  doubtless  not  uncommon  ;  but  it  seems  not  to  be  uni* 
versal.  Newton  was  in  his  eighty  fifth  year  improving  his 
Chronology,  a  few  days  before  his  death  ;  and  Waller  appears 
not,  in  my  opinion,  to  have  lost  at  eighty  two  any  part  of  his  po- 
etical power. 

His  Sacred  Poems  do  not  please  like  some  of  his  other  works  ; 
but  before  the  fatal  fifty  five,  had  he  written  on  the  same  sub* 
jects,  his  success  would  hardly  have  been  better. 

It  has  been  the  frequent  lamentation  of  good  men,  that  verse 

\     has  been  too  little  applied  to  the  purposes  of  worship,  and  many 

J)attempts  have  been  made  to  animate  devotion  by  pious  poetry. 

That  they  have  very  seldom  attained  their  end  is  sufficiently 

known,  and  it  may  not  be  improper  to  inquire  why  they  have 

miscarried. 

VOL.-  r.  .2*5 


188  UFK  OF  WALLER. 

Let  no  pious  ear  be  offended  if  I  advance,  in  opposition  to  many 
authorities,  that  poetical  devotion  cannot  often  please.  The  doc- 
trines of  religion  may  indeed  be  defended  in  a  didactic  poem  ; 
and  he,  who  has  the  happy  power  of  arguing  in  verse,  will  not 
it  because  his  subject  is  sacred.  A  poet  may  describe  the 
beauty  and  the  grandeur  of  nature,  the  flowers  of  the  spring,  and 
the  h.irvcsts  of  autumn,  the  vicissitudes  of  the  tide,  and  the  rev- 
olutions of  the  sky,  and  praise  the  Maker  for  his  works,  in  lines 
which  no  reader  shall  lay  aside.  The  subject  of  the  disputation 
is  not  piety,  but  the  motives  to  piety  ;  that  of  the  description  is 
not  God,  but  the  works  of  God. 

Contemplative  piety,  or  the  intercourse  between  God  and  the 
human  soul,  cannot  be  poetical.  Man,  admitted  to  implore  the 
mercy  of  his  Creator,  and  plead  the  merits  of  his  Redeemer,  is 
already  in  a  higher  state  than  poetry  can  confer. 

The  essence  of  poetry  is  invention  ;  such  invention  as,  by  pro- 
ducing something  unexpected,  surprises  and  delights.  The  top- 
ics of  devotion  are  few,  and  being  few  are  universally  known ; 
but,  few  as  they  are,  they  can  be  made  no  more  ;  they  can  re- 
ceive no  grace  from  novelty  of  sentiment,  and  very  little  from 
novelty  of  expression. 

Poetry  pleases  by  exhibiting  an  idea  more  grateful  to  the  mind 
than  things  themselves  afford.  This  effect  proceeds  from  the 
display  of  those  parts  of  nature  which  attract,  and  the  conceal- 
ment of  those  which  repel,  the  imagination  ;  but  religion  must 
be  shown  as  it  is  ;  suppression  and  addition  equally  corrupt  it ; 
and  such  as  it  is,  it  is  known  already. 

From  poetry  the  reader  justly  expects,  and  from  good  poetry 
always  obtains,  the  enlargement  of  his  comprehension  and  eleva- 
tion of  his  fancy  ;  but  this  is  rarely  to  be  hoped  by  christians  from 
metrical  devotion.  Whatever  is  great,  desirable,  or  tremendous, 
is  comprised  in  the  name  of  the  Supreme  Being.  Omnipotence 
cannot  be  exalted  ;  infinity  cannot  be  amplified  ;  perfection  can- 
not be  improved. 

The  employments  of  pious  meditation  are  faith,  thanksgiving, 
repentance,  and  supplication.  Faith,  invariably  uniform,  cannot 
be  invested  by  fancy  with  decorations.  Thanksgiving,  the  most 
joyful  of  all  holy  effusions,  yet  addressed  to  a  Being  without  pas- 
sions, is  confined  to  a  few  modes,  and  is  to  be  felt  rather  than 


LIFE  OP  WALLER,  189 

expressed.  Repentance,  trembling  in  the  presence  of  the  judge, 
is  not  at  leisure  for  cadences  and  epithets.  Supplication  of  man 
to  man  may  diffuse  itself  through  many  topics  of  persuasion  ; 
but  supplication  to  God  can  only  cry  for  mercy. 

Of  sentiments  purely  religious,  it  will  be  found  that  the  most 
simple  expression  is  the  most  sublime.  Poetry  loses  its  lustre 
and  its  power,  because  it  is  applied  to  the  decoration  of  some- 
thing more  excellent  than  itself.  All  that  pious  verse  can  do  is 
to  help  the  memory,  and  delight  the  ear,  and  for  these  purposes 
it  may  be  very  useful ;  but  it  supplies  nothing  to  the  mind.  The 
ideas  of  Christian  theology  are  too  simple  for  eloquence,  too  sa- 
cred for  fiction,  and  too  majestic  for  ornament ;  to  recommend 
them  by  tropes  and  figures,  is  to  magnify  by  a  concave  mirror 
the  sidereal  hemisphere. 

As  much  of  Waller's  reputation  was  owing  to  the  softness  and 
smoothness  of  his  numbers  ;  it  is  proper  to  consider  those  minute 
particulars  to  which  a  versifier  must  attend. 

He  certainly  very  much  excelled  in  smoothness  most  of  the 
writers  who  were  living  when  his  poetry  commenced.  The  po- 
ets of  Elizabeth  had  attained  an  art  of  modulation*  which  was 
afterward  neglected  or  forgotten.  Fairfax  was  acknowledged  by 
him  as  his  model ;  and  he  might  have  studied  with  advantage 
the  poem  of  Davies,*  which,  though  merely  philosophical,  yet 
seldom  leaves  the  ear  ungratified. 

But  he  was  rather  smooth  than  strong  ;  of  the  full  resounding 
line,  which  Pope  attributes  to  Dryden,  he  has  given  very  few  ex- 
amples. The  critical  decision  has  given  the  praise  of  strength 
to  Denham,  and  of  sweetness  to  Waller. 

His  excellence  of  versification  has  some  abatements.  He 
uses  the  expletive  do  very  frequently  ;  and,  though  he  lived  to 
see  it  almost  universally  ejected,  was  not  more  careful  to  avoid 
it  in  his  last  compositions  than  in  his  first.  Praise  had  given 
him  confidence  ;  and  finding  the  world  satisfied,  he  satisfied  him- 
self. 

His  rhymes  are  sometimes  weak  words  ;  so  is  found  to  make 
the  rhyme  twice  in  ten  lines,  and  occurs  often  as  a  rhyme 
through  his  book. 

*  Sir  John  Davies,  entitled,  "Nosce  teipsum.  This  oracle  expounded 
in  two  elegies  ;  I.  Of  Humane  Knowledge;  II.  Of  the  Soule  of  Man  and 
the  Immortalitic  thereof,  1:>99."  R. 


190  LIFE  OF  WALLER. 

I  [is  double  rhymes,  in  heroic  verse,  have  been  censured  by 
Mrs.  Phillips,  who  was  his  rival  in  the  translation  of  Corneille's 
Pompey  ;  and  more  faults  might  be  found,  were  not  the  inquiry 
belov.  attention. 

He  sometimes  uses  the  obsolete  termination  of  verbs,  as  wax- 
ct/i,  affect ct h  ;  and  sometimes  retains  the  final  syllable  of  the 
preterite,  as  anu.  .•///// asrr/,  of  which  I  know  not  whether  it  is 
not  to  the  detriment  of  our  language  that  we  have  totally  reject- 
ed them. 

Of  triplets  he  is  sparing  ;  but  he  did  not  wholly  forbear  them  > 
of  an  Alexandrine  he  has  given  no  example. 

The  general  character  of  his  poetry  is  elegance  and  gaiety, 
lie  i^  never  pathetic,  c-nd  very  rarely  sublime.  He  seems  nei- 
ther to  have  h  •<(  a  mind  much  elevated  by  nature,  nor  amplified 
bv  '(•;•: ning.  His  thoughts  are  such  as  a  liberal  conversation 
and  large  acquaintance  with  life  would  easily  supply.  They  had, 
hi  >  s  ever  then,  perhaps,  that  grace  of  novelty,  which  they  are  now 
often  supposed  to  want  by  those  who,  having  already  found  them 
in  later  books,  do  not  know  or  inquire  who  produced  them  first. 
Tl  is  treatment  is  unjust.  Let  not  the  original  author  lose  by 
his  imitators. 

Pi-ai.  ( -,  however,  should  be  due  before  it  is  given.  The  author 
of  Waller's  life  ascribes  to  him  the  first  practice  of  what  Eryth- 
nd  some  late  critics  call  alliteration,  of  using  in  the  same 
verse  many  words  beginning  with  the  same  letter.  But  this 
knack  whatever  be  its  value,  was  so  frequent  among  early  writers? 
thai  Gascoigne,  a  writer  of  the  sixteenth  century,  warns  the  young 
poet  against  affecting  it ;  Shakespeare,  in  the  Midsummer  Nighfs 
Dr-ai.;',  is  supposed  to  ridicule  it ;  and  in  another  play  the  sonnet 
of  Holofernes  fully  displays  it. 

IK-  borrows  too  many  of  his  sentiments  and  illustrations  from 
the  oid  mythology,  for  which  it  is  vain  to  plead  the  example  of 
ancient  poets  ;  the  deities  which  they  introduced  so  frequently, 
we  i-c  considered  as  realities,  so  far  as  to  be  received  by  the  irn- 
agiiu-tif.n,  whatever  sober  reason  might  even  then  determine. 
But  of  t!icM-  inK.-cs  time  has  tarnished  the  splendour.  A  fiction, 
not  only  detected  bn<  despised,  can  never  afford  a  solid  basis  to 
any  position,  though  sometimes  it  may  furnish  a  transient  allusion, 
or  s  i  .nt  i!  MS; ration.  No  modern  monarch  can  be  much  exalted 
by  hi  aring  that,  as  Hercules  has  had  his  dud,  he  has  his  navy. 


LIFE  OP  WALLER. 

But  of  the  praise  of  Waller,  though  much  may  be  taken  away, 
much  will  remain-;  for  it  cannot  be  denied,  that  he  added  some- 
thing to  our  elegance  of  diction,  and  something  to  our  propriety 
of  thought ;  and  to  him  may  be  applied  what  Tasso  said,  with 
equal  spirit  and  justice,  of  himself  and  Guarini,  when,  having 
perused  the  Pastor  Fido^  he  cried  out,  "If  he  had  not  read  Aininta, 
he  had  not  excelled  it." 


AS  Waller  professed  himself  to  have  learned  the  art  of  versi- 
fication from  Fairfax,  it  has  been  thought  proper  to  subjoin  a 
specimen  of  his  work,  which,  after  Mr.  Hoole's  translation,  will 
perhaps  not  be  soon  reprinted.  By  knowing  the  state  in  which 
Waller  found  our  poetry,  the  reader  may  judge  how  much  he 

improved  it. 

I. 

Erminia's  steed,  this  -while,  his  mistresse  bore 
Through  forrests  thicke  among  the  shadie  treene, 
Her  feeble  hand  the  bridle  raines  forlore, 
Halfe  in  a  swoune  she  was  for  feare  I  weene  ; 
But  her  flit  courser  spared  nere  the  more, 
To  beare  her  through  the  desart  woods  unseene 

Of  her  strong  foes,  that  chas'd  her  through  the  plaiue. 

And  still  pursu'd,  but  still  pursu'd  in  vaine. 

II. 

Like  as  the  wearie  hounds  at  last  retire, 
Windlesse,  displeased,  from  the  fruitlesse  chace, 
When  the  slie  beast  Tapisht  in  bush  and  brire, 
No  art  nor  pains  can  rouse  out  of  his  place  ; 
The  Christian  knights  so  full  of  shame  and  ire 
Returned  backe,  with  fainte  and  wearie  pace  ! 

Yet  still  the  fearfull  dame  fled,  swift  as  winde, 

Nor  euer  staid,  nor  euer  lookt  behinde. 

III. 

Through  thicke  and  thinne,  all  night,  all  day,  she  driued, 
Withouten  comfort,  companie,  or  guide, 
Her  plaints  and  teares  with  euery  thought  reuiued, 
She  heard  and  saw  her  greefes,  but  naught  beside. 
But  when  the  sunne  his  burning  chariot  diued 
In  Thetis  waue,  and  wearie  teame  vntide, 
On  lordans  sandie  banks  her  course  she  staid, 
At  last,  there  downe  she  light,  and  downe  she  laid. 

IV. 

Her  teares,  her  drinke ;  her  food,  her  sorrowings  ; 
This  was  her  diet  that  vnhappie  night ; 


192  LIFE  OF  WALLER. 

But  slecpe,  that  sweet  repose  and  quiet  brings, 
To  case  the  greefes  of  discontented  wight, 
Sj.ivrl  f<>< ii-th  his  tender,  soft,  and  nimble  wing", 
In  his  dull  urines  fouldingthe  virgin  bright; 
And  loue  his  mother,  and  the  graces  kept 
Stron-  u  atch  and  warde,  while  this  faire  ladie  slept. 

V. 

The  birds  awakte  her  with  their  morning  song, 

Their  warbling  musicke  pearst  her  tender  eare, 

The  murmuring  brookes  and  whistling  windes  among 

The  ratling  boughes,  and  leaues,  their  parts  did  beare  ; 

Her  cies  vnclos'd  beheld  the  groues  along 

Of  swaines  and  shepherd  groomes,  that  dwellings  weare  ; 

And  that  sweet  noise,  birds,  winds,  and  waters  sent, 

Prouokte  again  the  virgin  to  lament. 

VI. 

Her  plaints  were  interrupted  with  a  sound, 
That  seem'd  from  thickest  bushes  to  proceed, 
Some  iolly  shepherd  sung  a  lustie  round, 
And  to  his  voice  had  tun'd  his  oaten  reed  ; 
Thither  she  -went,  an  old  man  there  she  found, 
At  whose  right  hand  his  little  flock  did  feed, 
Sat  making  baskets,  his  three  sonnes  among 
That  learn'd  their  father's  art,  and  learn' d  his  song. 

VII. 

Beholding  one  in  shining  armes  appeare 
The  seelie  man  and  his  were  sore  dismaid; 
But  sweet  Erminia  comforted  their  feare, 
Her  ventall  vp,  her  visage  open  laid, 
You  happie  folke,  of  heau'n  beloued  deare, 
Work  on,  quoth  she,  vpon  your  harmlesse  traid, 
These  dreadfull  armes  I  beare  no  warfare  bring 
To  your  sweet  toile,  nor  those  s\veet  tunes  you  sing. 

VIII. 

But  father,  since  this  land,  these  townes  and  towres, 
Dcstroied  are  with  sword,  with  fire  and  spoile, 
How  may  it  be,  unhurt  that  you  and  yours 
In  safetie  thus,  applie  your  harmlesse  toile  ? 
My  sonne,  quoth  he,  this  pore  estate  of  ours 
Is  euer  safe  from  storme  of  warlike  broile  ; 
This  wildernene  doth  vs  in  safetie  keepe, 
No  thundering  drum,  no  trumpet  breakes  our  slcepe. 

IX. 

Haply  iust  heau'ns  defence  and  shield  of  right, 
Doth  loue  the  innocence  of  simple  swains. 
The  thunderbolts  on  highest  mountains  light, 
scld  or  neuer  strike  the  lower  plaiaes ; 


LIFE  OF  WALLER;  193 

So  kings  haue  cause  to  feare  Bellonaes  might, 
Not  they  whose  sweat  and  toile  their  dinner  gaincs, 

Nor  ever  greedie  soldier  was  entised 

By  pouertie,  neglected  and  despised. 

X. 

0  pouertie,  chefe  of  the  heau'nly  brood, 
Dearer  to  me  than  wealth  or  kingly  crowne  ! 
No  wish  for  honour,  thirst  of  others  good, 

Can  moue  my  heart,  contented  with  mine  owne ; 

We  quench  our  thirst  with  water  of  this  flood, 

Nor  fear  \ve  poison  should  therein  be  throwne  ; 
These  little  flocks  of  sheepe  and  tender  goates 
Giue  milke  for  food,  and  wooll  to  make  us  coates. 

XI. 

We  little  wish,  we  need  but  little  wealth, 

From  cold  and  hunger  vs  to  clothe  and  feed; 

These  are  my  sonnes,  their  care  preserues  from  stealth 

Their  fathers  flocks,  nor  servants  moe  I  need  ; 

Amid  these  groues  I  walke  oft  for  my  health, 

And  to  the  fishes,  birds,  and  beastes  giue  heed, 

How  they  are  fed,  in  forrest,  spring  and  lake, 

And  their  contentment  for  ensample  take. 

XII. 

Time  was,  for  each  one  hath  his  doating  time, 
These  siluer  locks  were  golden  tresses  than, 
That  countrie  life  I  hated  as  a  crime, 
And  from  the  forrests  sweet  contentment  ran, 
To  Memphis'  stately  pallace  would  I  clime, 
And  there  became  the  mightie  Caliphes  man, 

And  though  I  but  a  simple  gardner  weare, 

Yet  could  I  marke  abuses,  see  and  heare. 

XIII. 

Entised  on  with  hope  of  future  gaine, 

1  suffered  long  what  did  my  soule  displease ; 

But  when  my  youth  was  spent,  my  hope  was  vaine? 
I  felt  my  native  strength  at  last  decrease  ; 
I  gan  my  losse  of  lustie  yeeres  complaine, 
And  wisht  I  had  enjoyed  the  countries  peace  ; 

I  bod  the  court  farewell,  and  with  content 

My  later  age  here  have  I  quiet  spent. 

XIV. 

While  thus  he  spake  Erminia  husht  and  still 
His  wise  discoui-ses  heard,  with  great  attention, 
His  speeches  graue  those  idle  fancies  kill, 
Which  in  her  troubled  soule  bred  suchdissentinn  -, 


LIFE  OF  \\ALLER. 

At  let  much  thought  reformed  was  her  will, 
AVithin  those  woods  to  dwell  was  her  intention, 
Till  forlimc  .should  occasion  new  afford, 
'I'o  turne  her  home  to  her  desired  lord. 

XV. 

Shf  said  therefore,  O  shepherd  fortunate! 

That  troubles  some  didst  whilom  feele  and  proue, 

Yet  liuest  now  in  this  contented  state, 

Let  my  mishap  thy  thoughts  to  pitie  moue, 

To  entertainc  me  as  a  willing  mate 

la  shepherds  life,  -which  I  admire  and  loue; 

"Within  these  pleasant  groues  perchance  my  heart, 
Ot~  her  discomforts,  may  vnload  some  part. 

XVI. 

If  gold  or  wealth  of  most  esteemed  deare, 
If  iewels  rich,  thou  diddest  hold  in  prise, 
Such  store  thereof,  such  plcntic  bane  I  seen, 
As  to  a  gi-eedie  minde  might  well  suffice  ; 
With  thai  downe  trickled  many  a  siluer  teare, 
Two  christall  strcames  fell  from  her  watrie  cies  ; 
Part  of  hcr-sad  misfortune  than  she  told, 
And  wept,  and  with  her  wept  that  shepherd  old. 

XVII. 

With  speeches  kinde,  he  gan  the  virgin  deare 
Toward  his  cottage  gently  home  to  guide  ; 
His  aged  wife  there  made  her  homely  chearc, 
Yet  welcomdc  her  and  plast  her  by  her  side. 
The  princesse  dond  a  poore  pastoraes  geare, 
A  kerchiefe  course  vpon  her  head  she  tide ; 
But  yet  her  gestures  and  her  lookcs,  1  gesse. 
Were  such,  as  ill  beseem'd  a  shepherdesse. 

XVIII. 

Not  those  rude  garments  could  obscure  and  hide 
The  heau'nly  beautie  of  her  angels  face, 
Nor  was  her  princely  offspring  damnifide, 
Or  ought  disparag'de,  by  those  labours  bace ; 
Her  little  Hocks  to  pasture  would  she  guide, 
And  milke  her  goates,  and  in  their  folds  them  place, 
Both  cheese  and  butter  could  she  make,  and  frame 
Her  selfe  to  please  the  shepherd  and  his  dame. 


POMFRET. 


Mr.  JOHN  POMFRET  nothing  is  known  but  from  a  slight 
and  confused  account  prefixed  to  his  poems  by  a  nameless  friend; 
who  relates,  that  he  was  the  son  of  the  Rev.  Mr.  Pomfret,  rec- 
tor of  Luton,  in  Bedfordshire  ;  that  he  was  bred  at  Cambridge  ;* 
entered  into  orders  and  was  rector  of  Maiden  in  Bedfordshire, 
and  might  have  risen  in  the  church  ;  but  that,  when  he  applied 
to  Dr.  Compton,  bishop  of  London,  for  institution  to  a  living  of 
considerable  value,  to  which  lie  had  been  presented,  he  found  a 
troublesome  obstruction  raised  by  a  malicious  interpretation  of 
some  passage  in  his  Choice  ;  from  which  it  was  inferred,  that  he 
considered  happiness  as  more  likely  to  be  found  in  the  company 
of  a  mistress  than  of  a  wife. 

This  reproach  was  easily  obliterated  ;  for  it  had  happened  to 
Pomfret  as  to  almost  all  other  men  who  plan  schemes  of  life  ; 
he  had  departed  from  his  purpose,  and  was  then  married. 

The  malice  of  his  enemies  had  however  a  very  fatal  conse- 
quence ;  the  delay  constrained  his  attendance  in  London,  where 
he  caught  the  small  pox,  and  died  in  1703,  in  the  thirty  sixth 
year  of  his  age. 

He  published  his  poems  in  1699  ;  and  has  been  always  the 
favourite  of  that  class  of  readers,  who,  without  vanity  or  criti- 
cism, seek  only  their  own  amusement. 

His  Choice  exhibits  a  system  of  life  adapted  to  common  notions, 
and  equal  to  common  expectations  ;  such  a  state  as  affords  plen- 
ty and  tranquillity,  without  exclusion  of  intellectual  pleasures. 
Perhaps  no  composition  in  our  language  has  been  oftener  perused 
than  Pomfret's  Choice. 

In  his  other  poems  there  is  an  easy  volubility  ;  the  pleasure 
of  smooth  metre  is  afforded  to  the  ear,  and  the  mind  is  not  op- 
pressed with  ponderous  or  entangled  with  intricate  sentiment. 
He  pleases  many  ;  an?!  he  who  pleases  many  must  have  some 
species  of  merit. 

*  He  was  of  Queen's  college  there,  and,  by  the  university  register,  appears 
to  have  taken  his  bachelor's  degree  in  1684,  and  his  master's  1698.  H  Jlr 
father  -was  of  Trinity.  C. 

VOL.    f.  26 


DORSET. 


Op  the  earl  of  Dorset,  the  character  has  been  drawn  so  largely 
and  so  elegantly  by  Prior,  to  whom  he  was  familiarly  known, 
that  nothing  can  be  added  by  a  casual  hand  ;  and,  as  its  author 
is  so  generally  read,  it  would  be  useless  officiousness  to  trans- 
cribe it. 

CHARLES  SACKVILLE  was  born,  January  24,  1637.  Having 
been  educated  under  a  private  tutor,  he  travelled  into  Italy,  and 
returned  a  little  before  the  restoration.  He  was  chosen  into  the 
first  parliament  that  was  called,  for  east  Grinstead  in  Sussex,  and 
soon  became  a  favourite  of  Charles  the  second  ;  but  undertook 
no  public  employment,  being  too  eager  of  the  riotous  and  licen- 
tious pleasures  which  young  men  of  high  rank,  who  aspired  to 
be  thought  wits,  at  that  time  imagined  themselves  entitled  to 
indulge. 

One  of  these  frolicks  has,  by  the  industry  of  Wood,  come  down 
to  posterity.  Sackville,  who  was  then  lord  Buckhurst,  with  sir 
Charles  Sedley  and  sir  Thomas  Ogle,  got  drunk  at  the  Cock  in 
Bow  street,  by  Covent  Garden,  and  going  into  the  balcony,  ex- 
posed themselves  to  the  populace  in  very  indecent  postures.  At 
last,  as  they  grew  warmer,  Sedley  stood  forth  naked,  and  ha- 
rangued the  populace  in  such  profane  language,  that  the  public 
indignation  was  awakened  ;  the  crowd  attempted  to  force  the 
door,  and  being  repulsed,  drove  in  the  performers  with  stones, 
and  broke  the  windows  of  the  house. 

For  this  misdemeanour  they  were  indicted,  and  Sedley  was 
fined  five  hundred  pounds  ;  what  was  the  sentence  of  the  others 
is  not  known.  Sedley  employed  Killigrew  and  another  to  pro- 
cure a  remission  from  the  king  ;  but,  mark  the  friendship  of  the 
dissolute  i  they  begged  the  fine  for  themselves,  and  exacted  it  to 
the  last  groat. 


108  LIFE  OF  DORSET. 

In  1665,  lord  Buckhurst  attended  the  duke  of  York  as  a  vol- 
unteer in  the  Dutch  war  ;  and  was  in  the  battle  of  June  3d.  when 
eighteen  great  Dutch  ships  were  taken,  fourteen  others  were  de- 
stroyed, and  Opclam  the  admiral,  who  engaged  the  duke,  was 
blown  up  beside  him,  with  all  his  crew. 

On  the  day  before  the  battle,  he  is  said  to  have  composed  the 
celebrated  song,  To  all  ijou  ladies  now  at  land,  with  equal  tran- 
quillity of  mind  and  promptitude  of  wit.  Seldom  any  splendid 
story  is  wholly  true.  I  have  heard,  from  the  late  earl  of  Orrery, 
who  was  likely  to  have  good  hereditary  intelligence,  that  lord 
Buckhurst  had  been  a  week  employed  upon  it,  and  only  retouched 
or  finished  it  on  the  memorable  evening.  But  even  this,  what- 
ever it  may  subtract  from  his  facility,  leaves  him  his  courage. 

He  nas  soon  after  made  a  gentleman  of  the  bedchamber,  and 
sent  on  short  embassies  to  France. 

In  1674,  the  estate  of  his  uncle,  James  Cranfield,  carl  of  Mid- 
dlesex, came  to  him  by  its  owner's  death,  and  the  title  was  con- 
ferred on  him  the  year  after.  In  1677,  he  became,  by  the  death 
of  his  father,  carl  of  Dorset,  and  inherited  the  estate  of  his  family. 

In  1684,  having  buried  his  first  wife,  of  the  family  of  Bagot, 
who  left  him  no  child,  he  married  a  daughter  of  the  earl  of 
Northampton,  celebrated  both  fov  beauty  and  understanding. 

He  received  some  favourable  notice  from  king  James  ;  but 
soon  found  it  necessary  to  oppose  the  violence  of  his  innovations, 
und  with  some  other  lords  appeared  in  Westminster  hall,  to  coun- 
tenance the  bishops  at  their  trial. 

As  enormities  grew  every  day  less  supportable,  he  found  it 
necessary  to  concur  in  the  revolution.  He  was  one  of  those  lords 
who  sat  every  day  in  council  to  preserve  the  public  peace,  after 
the  king's  departure  ;  and,  what  is  not  the  most  illustrious  action 
of  his  life,  was  employed  to  conduct  the  princess  Anne  to  Not- 
tingham with  a  guard,  such  as  might  alarm  the  populace,  as  they 
passed,  with  false  apprehensions  of  her  danger.  Whatever  end 
may  be  designed,  there  is  always  something  despicable  in  a  trick* 

He  became,  us  may  be  easily  supposed,  a  favourite  of  king 
William,  who,  the  day  after  his  accession,  made  him  lord  cham- 
berlain of  the  household,  and  gave  him  afterward  the  garter.  He 
happened  to  be  among  those  that  were  tossed  with  the  king  in 
:m  open  boat  sixteen  hours,  in  very  rough  and  cold  weather, 


LIFE  OF  DORSET.  199 

the  coast  of  Holland.     His  health  afterward  declined ;  and  on 
January,  «9,  1705-6,  he  died  at  Bath. 

He  was  a  man  whose  elegance  and  judgment  were  univei  sally- 
confessed,  and  whose  bounty  to  the  learned  and  witty  was  gen- 
erally known.  To  the  indulgent  affection  of  the  public,  lord 
Rochester  bore  ample  testimony  in  this  remark  ;  I  know  not  how 
it  is,  but  lord  Buckhurst  may  do  what  he  will,  yet  is  never  in  the 
wrong. 

If  such  a  man  attempted  poetry,  we  cannot  wonder  that  his 
•works  were  praised.  Dryden,  whom,  if  Prior  tells  truth,  he  dis- 
tinguished by  his  beneficence,  and  who  lavished  his  blandishments 
on  those  who  are  not  known  to  have  so  well  deserved  them,  un- 
dertaking to  produce  authors  of  our  own  country  superior  to  those 
of  antiquity*  says,  /  would  instance  your  lordship,  in  satire,  and 
Shakespeare  in  tragedy.  Would  it  be  imagined  that,  of  this  rival 
to  antiquity,  all  the  satires  were  little  personal  invectives,  and  that 
his  longest  composition  was  a  song  of  eleven  stanzas  ? 

The  blame,  however,  of  this  exaggerated  praise  falls  on  the 
encomiast,  not  upon  the  author ;  whose  performances  are,  what 
they  pretend  to  be,  the  effusions  of  a  man  of  wit ;  gay,  vigorous, 
and  airy.  His  verses  to  Howard  show  great  fertility  of  mind  ; 
and  his  Dorinda  has  been  imitated  by  Pope. 


STEPNEY. 


GEORGE  STEPNEY,  descended  from  the  Stepneys  of  Pen- 
degrast  in  Pembrokeshire,  was  born  at  Westminster  in  1663.  O^ 
his  father's  condition  or  fortune  I  have  no  account.*  Having 
received  the  first  part  of  his  education  at  Westminster,  where  he 
passed  six  years  in  the  college,  he  went  at  nineteen  to  Cam- 
bridge,! where  he  continued  a  friendship  begun  at  school  with 
Mr.  Montague,  afterward  earl  of  Halifax.  They  came  to  Lon- 
don together,  and  are  said  to  have  been  invited  into  public  life  by 
the  duke  of  Dorset. 

His  qualifications  recommended  him  to  many  foreign  employ- 
ments, so  that  his  time  seems  to  have  been  spent  in  negotiations. 
In  1692,  he  was  sent  envoy  to  the  elector  of  Brandenburgh  ;  in 
1693,  to  the  Imperial  Court ;  in  1694,  to  the  elector  of  Saxony  ; 
in  1696,  to  the  electors  of  Mentz  and  Cologne,  and  the  congress 
at  Francfort ;  in  1698,  a  second  time  to  Brandenburgh  ;  in  1699, 
to  the  king  of  Poland  ;  in  1701,  again  to  the  emperor  ;  and  in 
1706,  to  the  states  general.  In  1697,  he  was  made  one  of  the 
commissioners  of  trade.  His  life  was  busy,  and  not  long.  He 
died  in  1707  ;  and  is  buried  in  Westminster  Abbey,  with  this 
epitaph,  which  Jacob  transcribed. 

H.  S.  E. 

GEORGIUS  STEPNEIUS,  Armiger, 

Vir 

Ob  Ingenii  acumen, 

Literarum  Scientiam, 

Morum  Suavitatem, 

Rerum  Usum, 
Virorum  Amplissimorum  Consuetudiuem, 

Linguse,  Styli,  ac  Vitce  Elegantiam, 

Prseclara  Officia  cum  Britannia  turn  Europse  prsestita, 

Sua  setate  multum  celebratus, 

*  It  has  been  conjectured  that  our  poet  was  either  son  or  grandson  ef 
Charles,  third  son  of  sir  John  Stepney,  the  first  baronet  of  that  family.  See 
Granger's  History,  vol  II.  p.  396,  edit.  8vo.  1775.  Mr  Cole  says,  the  poet's 
father  was  a  grocer.  Cole's  MSS.  in  Brit.  Mus.  C. 

t  He  was  entered,  of  Trinity  college,  and.  took  his  master's  degree  «p 
1689.  H, 


202  LIFE  OF  STEPNEY. 

Apud  posteros  semper  celebrandoi , 

Plurimas  Legationes  obiit 

E:i  Fide,  Diligentia,  Jic  Felicitate, 

Ut  Augustissimorum  Principum 

(iuliclnii  &  Annie 
Spem  in  illo  repositam 

Nunqurun  f'et'ellerit, 

llaud  raro  superaverit. 

Post  longmn  honorum  Cursum 

Rix-vi  Tempoi-is  Spatio  confcctum, 

Cum  Naturie  parum,  Famte  satis  vixerat, 

Animnm  ad  nltiora  aspirantem  placklc  efflavit 

On  the  left  hand  j 

G.  S. 

Ex  Equcstri  Familia  Stcpneiorura, 
De  Pcndegrast,  in  Comitatu 

Pembrochiensi  oriundus, 
NVcstmonasterii  natus  est,  A.  D.  1663. 

Elcctus  in  Collegium 
buncti  Pctri  Westmonast.  A.  1676. 

Sancti  Trinitatis  Cantab.   1682. 
Cousiliariorum  quibus  Commercii 

Cura  commissa  est  1697. 
Chelseitc  mortuus,  k,  comitante 

Magna  Procerum 
Frequentia,  hue  elatus,  1707. 

It  is  reported  that  the  juvenile  compositions  of  Stepney  made 
grey  authors  blusli.  I  know  not  whether  his  poems  will  appear 
such  wonders  to  the  present  age.  One  cannot  always  easily  find 
the  reason  for  which  the  world  has  sometimes  conspired  to 
squander  praise.  It  is  not  very  unlikely  that  he  wrote  very  early 
as  well  as  he  ever  wrote  ;  and  the  performances  of  youth  have 
many  favourers,  because  the  authors  yet  lay  no  claim  to  public 
honours,  and  are  therefore  not  considered  as  rivals  by  the  distrib- 
utors of  fame. 

He  apparently  professed  himself  a  poet,  and  added  his  name 
to  those  of  the  other  wits  in  the  version  of  Juvenal ;  but  he  is  a 
very  licentious  translator,  and  does  not  recompense  his  neglect 
of  the  author  by  beauties  of  his  own.  In  his  original  poems, 
now  and  then,  a  happy  line  may  perhaps  be  found,  and  now  and 
then  a  short  composition  may  give  pleasure.  But  there  is,  in 
the  whole,  little  cither  of  the  grace  of  wit,  or  the  vigour  of  na- 
ture. 


J.  PHILIPS. 


3  OHN  PHILIPS  was  born  on  the  30th.  of  December,  1676,  at 
Hampton  in  Oxfordshire  ;  of  which  place  his  father,  Dr.  Stephen 
Philips,  archdeacon  of  Salop,  was  minister.  The  first  part  of 
his  education  was  domestic  ;  after  which  he  was  sent  to  Win- 
chester, where,  as  we  are  told  by  Dr.  Sewel,  his  biographer,  he 
was  soon  distinguished  by  the  superiority'  of  his  exercises  ;  and, 
what  is  less  easily  to  be  credited,  so  much  endeared  himself  to 
his  schoolfellows,  by  his  civility  and  good  nature,  that  they,  with- 
out murmur  or  ill  will,  saw  him  indulged  by  the  master  with 
particular  immunities.  It  is  related,  that  when  he  was  at  school, 
he  seldom  mingled  in  play  with  the  other  boys,  but  retired  to  his 
chamber  ;  where  his  sovereign  pleasure  was  to  sit,  hour  after 
hour,  while  his  hair  was  combed  by  somebody,  whose  service  he 
found  means  to  procure.* 

At  school  he  became  acquainted  with  the  poets,  ancient  and 
modern,  and  fixed  his  attention  particularly  on  Milton. 

In  1694  he  entered  himself  at  Christ  church,  a  college  at  that 
time  in  the  highest  reputation,  by  the  transmission  of  Busby's 
scholars  to  the  care  first  of  Fell,  and  afterward  of  Aldrich.  Here 
he  was  distinguished  as  a  genius  eminent  among  the  eminent, 
and  for  friendship  particularly  intimate  with  Mr.  Smith,  the  au- 
thor of  Phadra  and  Hipjiolijtus.  The  profession  which  he  intended 

*  Isaac  Vossius  relates,  that  he  also  delighted  in  having  his  hair  combed 
when  he  could  have  it  done  by  barbers  or  other  persons  skilled  in  the  rules  of 
prosody.  Of  the  passage  that  contains  this  ridiculous  fancy,  the  following 
is  a  translation  ;  "  Many  people  take  delight  in  the  rubbing  of  their  limbs* 
and  the  combing  of  their  hair ;  but  these  exercises  would  delight  much  more, 
i~i  the  servants  at  the  baths,  and  of  the  barbers,  were  so  skilful  in  this  apt, 
that  they  could  express  any  measures  with  their  fingers.  I  remember  that 
more  than  once  I  have  fallen  into  the  hands  of  men  of  this  sort,  who  could 
imitate  any  measure  of  songs  in  combing  the  hair,  so  as  sometimes  to  ex- 
press very  intelligibly  iambics,  trochees,  dactyls,  &c.  from  whence  there 
arose  to  me  no  small  delight."  Sec  his  Treatise  de  Poetnatuin  cantu  & 
viribus  Rythmi.  O\on.  1673,  p.  62.  H, 
VOL.  T, 


204  LIFE  OF  J.  PHILIPS 

to  follow  was  that  of  physic  ;  and  he  took  much  delight  in  nat- 
ural history,  of  which  botany  was  his  favourite  part. 

His  reputation  was  confined  to  his  friends  and  to  the  univer- 
sity ;  till  about  1703  he  extended  it  to  a  wider  circle  by  the 
X/ilt'iidid  Xhillinir,  which  struck  the  public  attention  with  a  mode 
of  writing  new  and  unexpected. 

This  performance  raised  him  so  high,  that,  when  Europe  re- 
sounded with  the  victory  of  Blenheim,  he  was,  probably  with  an 
occult  opposition  to  Addison,  employed  to  deliver  the  acclama- 
tion of  the  tories.  It  is  said  that  he  would  willingly  have  declin- 
ed the  task,  but  that  his  friends  urged  it  upon  him.  It  appears 
that  he  wrote  this  poem  at  the  house  of  Mr.  St.  John. 

Blcnlicini  was  published  in  1705.  The  next  year  produced 
his  greatest  work,  the  poem  upon  Cider,  in  two  books  ;  which  was 
received  with  loud  praises,  and  continued  long  to  be  read,  as  an 
imitation  ot  Virgil's  Georgic,  which  needed  not  shun  the  pres- 
ence of  the  original. 

lie  then  grew  probably  more  confident  of  his  own  abilities, 
and  began  to  meditate  a  poem  on  the  Last  Day  ;  a  subject  on 
which  no  mind  can  hope  to  equal  expectation. 

This  work  he  did  not  live  to  finish  ;  his  diseases,  a  slow  con- 
sumption and  an  asthma,  put  a  stop  to  his  studies  ;  and  on  Feb. 
15,  1708,  at  the  beginning  of  his  thirty  third  year,  put  an  end  ta 
his  life. 

He  was  buried  in  the  cathedral  of  Hereford ;  and  sir  Simon 
Harcourt,  afterward  lord  chancellor,  gave  him  a  monument  in 
Westminster  Abbey.  The  inscription  at  Westminster  was  writ- 
ten, as  I  have  heard,  by  Dr.  Atterbury,  though  commonly  given 
'o  Dr.  Freind. 

1I1S  EPITAPH  AT  HEREFORD. 


JOHANNES  PHILIPS 

i  -   i-     v  i      \  CDom.  170S. 

la  cue  reb.  Anno  , 

C-fEtat.  sine  ,5-J 
Cujus 

Ossa  si  rcquiras,  luuic  Urnam  inspicc  ; 

Si  Ingenium  nescias,  ipsiiis  Opera  consttle  ; 

Si  Tumulum  dcsideras, 


LIFE  OF  J.  PHILIPS. 

Templum  adi  Wcstmonasteriense ; 
Qualis  quantusque  Vir  fuerit, 
Dicat  elegans  ilia  &  prseclara, 
Quse  eenotaphium  ibi  decorat, 

Inscriptio. 
Quam  interim  erga  Cognatos  pins  &  officiosus, 

Testetur  hoc  saxum 

A  MARIA  PHILIPS  Matre  ipsius  pientissima, 
Dilccti  Filii  Memorise -non  sine  Lacrymis  dicatum. 


HIS  EPITAPH  AT  WESTMINSTER 

Herefordise  conduntur  Ossa, 

Hoc  in  Delubro  statuitur  Imago, 

Britanniam  omnem  pervagatur  Fama, 

JOHANNIS  PHILIPS ; 
Qui  Viris  bonis  doctisque  juxta  charus, 
Immortale  suum  Ingenium, 
Eruditione  multiplici  excultum, 

Miro  aninii  candore, 
Exiraia  morum  simplicitate, 

Honestavit. 

Litterarum  Amceniorum  sitim, 

Quam  Wintonite  Puer  sentire  cceperat, 

Inter  ^dis  Christi  Alumnos  jugiter  explevit. 

In  illo  Musarum  Domicilio 
Praeclaris  JEmulorum  studiis  excitatus, 
Optimis  scribendi  Magistris  semper  intentus, 

Carmina  sermone  Patrio  composuit 

A  Grsecis  Latinisque  fontibus  feliciter  deductas 

Atticis  Romanisque  auribus  omnino  digna, 

Versuum  quippe  Harmoniam. 

Rythmo  didicerat. 

Antique  illo,  libero,  multiformi 

Ad  res  ipsas  apto  prorsus,  &  attemperato, 

numeris  in  eundem  fere  orbem  redeuntibusj 
Non  Clausularum  si  milker  cadentium  sono 

Metiri ; 
Uniin  hoc  laxidis  genere  Miltono  secundus, 

Primoque  pcene  par. 
Res  seu  Tenues,  sen  Grandes,  seu  Mediocres 

Ornandas  sumserat, 

Nusquam,  non  quod  decuit, 

Et  videt,  &  assecutus  est, 

Egregius,  quocunque  Stylum  verteret, 

FanUi  author,  &  Modorum  artifex. 


-OS  LIFE  OF  J.  PHILIPS. 

Fas  sit  Huic, 

AMS')  licrt  ;t  t»i;i  Mctrorum  Legc  ili«socdcrc, 
O  Pocsis  Anglican*  Pater,  atque  Couditor,  Chaucci  • 

Alti-niiH  tihi  latus  clauderc, 
Vatiim  ccrlc  rinrres,  luos  undiqiie  stipnntium 

Non  dedecebit  Chorum. 

SIMON  HARCOURT,  Miles, 

Viri  ben6  dc  se,  de  Littcris  meriti 

Quoad  viveret  Fautor, 

Post  Obitum  pie  memor, 

Hoc  illi  Saxum  poni  voluit. 

J.  PHILIPS,  STEPHANI,  S.  T.  P.  Archidiaconi 
Salop.  Filins,  natus  est  Bamptoniae 

In  agro  Oxon.  Dec.  50,  1076. 
Obiit  Hereford!*,  Feb.  15.  1708. 

Philips  has  been   always  praised,  without  contradiction,  as  a 
man  modest,  blameless,  and  pious  ;  who  bore  narrowness  of  for- 
tune without  discontent,  and  tedious  and  painful  maladies  with- 
out impatience  ;  beloved  by  those  that  knew  him,  but  not  ambi- 
tious to  be  known.     He  was  probably  not  formed  for  a  wide  cir- 
cle.    His  conversation  is  commended  for  its  innocent   gaiety, 
which    seems  to  have   flowed  only  among  his  intimates  ;  for 
I  have  been  told,  that  he  was  in  company  silent  and  barren,  and 
employed  only  upon  the  pleasures  of  his  pipe.     His  addiction  to 
tobacco  is  mentioned  by  one  of  his  biographers,  who  remarks 
that  in  all  his  writings,   except  Blenheim,  he  has  found   an  op- 
portunity of  celebrating  the  fragrant  fume.     In  common  life  he 
was  probably  one  of  those  who  please   by  not  offending,  and 
whose  person  was  loved  because  his  writings  were  admired. 
He  died  honoured  and   lamented,  before  any  part  of  his  reputa- 
tion had  withered,  and  before  his  patron  St.  John  had  disgraced 
him. 

His  works  arc  few.  The  "  Splendid  Shilling"  has  the  un- 
common merit  of  an  original  design,  unless  it  may  be  thought 
precluded  by  the  ancient  Centos.  To  degrade  the  sounding 
words  and  stately  construction  of  Milton,  by  an  application  to  the 
lowest  and  most  trivial  things,  gratifies  the  mind  with  a  momen- 
tary triumph  over  that  grandeur  which  hitherto  held  its  captives 
in  admiration  ;  the  words  and  things  are  presented  with  a  new 
appearance,  and  novelty  is  always  grateful  where  it  gives  no 
pain. 


LIFE  OF  J.  PHILIPS.  207 

But  the  merit  of  such  performances  begins  and  ends  \vith  the 
first  author.  He  that  should  again  adapt  Milton's  phrase  to  the 
gross  incidents  of  common  life,  and  even  adapt  it  with  more  art, 
which  would  not  be  difficult,  must  yet  expect  but  a  small  part  of 
the  praise  which  Philips  has  obtained ;  he  can  only  hope  to  be 
considered  as  the  repeater  of  a  jest. 

"  The  parody  on  Milton,"  says  Gildon,  "  is  the  only  tolerable 
production  of  its  author."     This  is  a  censure  too  dogmatical  and 
violent.     The  poem  of  "  Blenheim"  was  never  denied  to  be  tol- 
erable, even  by  those  who  do  not  allow  its  supreme  excellence. 
It  is  indeed  the  poem  of  a  scholar,  all  inexpert  of  war  ;  of  a  man 
who  writes  books  from  books,  and  studies  the  world  in  a  college. 
He  seems  to  have  formed  his  ideas  of  the  field  of  Blenheim  from 
the  battles  of  the  heroic  ages,  or  the  tales  of  chivalry,  with  very 
little  comprehension,  of  the  qualities  necessary  to  the  composi- 
tion of  a  modern  hero,  which  Addison  has  displayed  with  so  much 
propriety.     He  makes  Marlborough  behold  at  a  distance  the 
slaughter  made  by  Tallard,  then  haste  to  encounter  and  restrain 
him,  and  mow  his  way  through  ranks  made  headless  by  his  sword. 
He  imitates  Milton's  numbers  indeed,  but  imitates  them  very 
injudiciously.     Deformity  is  easily  copied  ;  and  whatever  there 
is  in  Milton  which  the  reader  wishes  away,  all  that  is  obsolete, 
peculiar,  or  licentious,  is  accumulated  with  great  care  by  Philips. 
Milton's  verse  was  harmonious,  in  proportion  to  the  general  state 
of  our  metre  in  Milton's  age  ;  and,  if  he  had  written  after  the  im- 
provements made  by  Dryden,  it  is  reasonable  to  believe  that  he 
would  have  admitted  a  more  pleasing  modulation  of  numbers  into 
his  work ;  but  Philips  sits  down  with  a  resolution  to  make  no  more 
music  than  he  found  ;  to  want  all  that  his  master  wanted,  though 
he  is  very  far  from  having  what  his  master  had.     Those  asper- 
ities, therefore,  that  are  venerable  in  the  Paradise  Losf,  are  con- 
temptible in  the  Blenheim. 

There  is  a  Latin  ode  written  to  his  patron  St.  John,  in  return 
for  a  present  of  wine  and  tobacco,  which  cannot  be  passed  with' 
out  notice.  It  is  gay  and  elegant,  and  exhibits  several  artful 


-08  LIFE  OF  J.  PHILIPS. 

accommodations  ol  classic  expressions  to  new  purposes.  It  seems 
better  turned  than  the  ode  of  Hannes.* 

To  the  poem  on  Cider,  written  in  imitation  of  the  Georgics, 
may  be  given  this  peculiar  praise,  that  it  is  grounded  in  truth ; 
that  the  precepts  which  it  contains  are  exact  and  just ;  and  that 
it  is  therefore,  at  once,  a  book  of  entertainment  and  of  science. 
This  I  was  told  by  Miller,  the  great  gardener  and  botanist,  whose 
expression  was,  that  there  were  many  books  'written  on  the  same 
subject  in  /irose,  which  do  not  contain  so  much  truth  as  that  jwem. 

In  the  disposition  of  his  matter,  so  as  to  intersperse  precepts 
relating  to  the  culture  of  trees  with  sentiments  more  generally 
alluring,  and  in  easy  and  graceful  transitions  from  one  subject  to 
another,  he  has  very  diligently  imitated  his  master ;  but  he  un- 
happily pleased  himself  with  blank  verse,  and  supposed  that  the 
numbers  of  Milton,  which  impress  the  mind  with  veneration, 
combined  as  they  are  with  subjects  of  inconceivable  grandeur, 
could  be  sustained  by  images  which  at  most  can  rise  only  to  ele- 
gance. Contending  angels  may  shake  the  regions  of  heaven  in 
blank  verse  ;  but  the  flow  of  equal  measures,  and  the  embellish- 
ment of  rhyme,  must  recommend  to  our  attention  the  art  of 
ingrafting,  and  decide  the  merit  of  the  redstreak  and  fiearmain. 

What  study  could  confer,  Philips  had  obtained  ;  but  natural 
dencicnce  cannot  be  supplied.  He  seems  not  born  to  greatness 
and  elevation.  He  is  never  lofty,  nor  does  he  often  surprise 
with  unexpected  excellence  ;  but  perhaps  to  his  last  poem  may 
be  applied  what  Tully  said  of  the  work  of  Lucretius,  that  it  is 
written  with  much  art,  though  with  few  blazes  of  genius. 

*This  ode  I  am  willing  to  mention,  because  there  seems  to  be  an  error 
in  all  the  printed  copies,  which  is,  I  find,  retained  iu  the  last.  They  all 
read ; 

Quam  Gratiarum  cura  decentium 

O!   O!  labellis  cui  Venus  inside). 

The  author  probably  wrote, 

Quam  Gratiarum  cura  decentium 
Oruat;  labcllis  cui  Venus  insidet.    Dr.  J. 


LIFE  OF  J.  PHILIPS.  209 

THE  FOLLOWING  FRAGMENT,  WRITTEN  BY  EDMUND  SMITH,  UPON 
THE  WORKS  OF  PHILIPS,  HAS  BEEN  TRANSCRIBED  FROM  THE 
BODLEIAN  MANUSCRIPTS. 

"A  prefatory  discourse  to  the  poem  on  Mr.  Philips,  with   a   character  of 

his  writings. 

"  It  is  altogether  as  equitable  some  account  should  be  given 
of  those  who  have  distinguished  themselves  by  their  writings,  as 
of  those  who  are  renowned  for  great  actions.  It  is  but  reason- 
able that  they  who  contribute  so  much  to  the  immortality  of  others 
should  have  some  share  in  it  themselves  ;  and  since  their  genius 
only  is  discovered  by  their  works,  it  is  just  that  their  virtues 
should  be  recorded  by  their  friends.  For  no  modest  men,  as 
the  person  I  write  of  was  in  perfection,  will  write  their  own 
panegyrics  ;  and  it  is  "very  hard  that  they  should  go  without  rep- 
utation, only  because  they  the  more  deserve  it-  The  end  of 
writing  lives  is  for  the  imitation  of  the  readers.  It  will  be  in 
the  power  of  very  few  to  imitate  the  duke  of  Marlborough  ;  we 
must  be  content  with  admiring  his  great  qualities  and  actions, 
without  hopes  of  following  them.  The  private  and  social  virtues 
are  more  easily  transcribed.  The  life  of  Cowley  is  more  instruc- 
tive, as  well  as  more  fine,  than  any  we  have  in  our  language. 
And  it  is  to  be  wished,  since  Mr.  Philips  had  so  many  of  the 
good  qualities  of  that  poet,  that  I  had  some  of  the  abilities  of  his 
historian. 

The  Grecian  philosophers  have  had  their  lives  written,  their 
morals  commended,  and  their  sayings  recorded.  Mr.  Philips 
had  all  the  virtues  to  which  most  of  them  only  pretended,  and 
•all  their  integrity  without  any  of  their  affectation. 

The  French  are  very  just  to  eminent  men  in  this  point ;  not  a 
learned  man  nor  a  pcet  can  die,  but  all  Europe  must  be  acquainted 
with  his  accomplishments.  They  give  praise  and  expect  it  in  their 
turns  ;  they  commend  their  Patrus  and  Molieres  as  well  as  their 
Condes  and  Turennes ;  their  Pellisons  and  Racines  have  their 
elogies,  as  well  as  the  prince  whom  they  celebrate  ;  and  their 
poems,  their  mercuries,  and  orations,  nay  their  very  gazettes,  are 
filled  with  the  praises  of  the  learned. 

I  am  satisfied  that,  had  they  had  a  Philips  among  them,  and 
known  how  to  value  him  ;  had  they  had  one  of  his  learning,his  tem- 
per, but  above  all  of  that  particular  turn  of  humour,  that  altogether 


210  J.I1E  OF  J.  PHILIPS. 

new  genius,  he  had  been  an  example  to  their  poets,  and  a  subject 
of  their  panegyrics,  and  perhaps  set  in  competition  with  the 
ancients,  to  whom  only  he  ought  to  submit. 

I  sluill  therefore  endeavour  to  do  justice  to  his  memory,  since 
nobody  else  undertakes  it.  And  indeed  I  can  assign  no  cause 
why  so  many  of  his  acquaintance,  that  are  as  willing  and  more 
able  than  myself  to  give  an  account  of  him,  should  forbear  to 
«  (  Ubratc  the  memory  of  one  so  dear  to  them,  but  only  that  they 
look  upon  it  as  a  work  entirely  belonging  to  me. 

1  shall  content  myself  with  giving  only  a  character  of  the  per- 
son and  his  writings,  without  meddling  with  the  transactions  of 
his  life,  which  was  altogether  private  ;  I  shall  only  make  this 
known  observation  of  his  family,  that  there  was  scarcely  so  many 
extraordinary  men  in  any  one.  I  have  been  acquainted  with  five 
of  his  brothers,  of  whom  three  arc  still  living,  all  men  of  fine 
parts,  yet  all  of  a  very  unlike  temper  and  genius.  So  that  their 
fruitful  mother,  like  the  mother  of  the  gods,  seems  to  have  pro- 
duced a  numerous  offspring,  all  of  different  though  uncommon 
faculties.  Of  the  living,  neither  their  modesty,  nor  the  humour 
of  the  present  age,  permits  me  to  speak ;  of  the  dead,  I  may 
say  something. 

One  of  them  had  made  the  greatest  progress  in  the  study  of 
the  law  of  nature  and  nations  of  any  one  I  know.  He  had  per- 
fectly mastered,  and  even  improved,  the  notions  of  Grotius,  and 
the  more  refined  ones  of  Puftendorf.  He  could  refute  Hobbes  with 
as  much  solidity  as  some  of  greater  name,  and  expose  him  with 
as  much  wit  as  Echard.  That  noble  study,  which  requires  the 
greatest  reach  of  reason  and  nicety  of  distinction,  was  not  at  all 
difficult  to  him.  'Twas  a  national  loss  to  be  deprived  of  one  who 
understood  a  science  so  necessary,  and  yet  so  unknown  in  Eng- 
land. I  shall  add  only,  that  he  had  the  same  honesty  and  sincerity 
as  the  person  I  write  of,  but  more  heat ;  the  former  was  more  in- 
clined to  argue,  the  latter  to  divert ;  one  employed  his  reason 
more,  the  other  his  imagination  ;  the  former  had  been  well  qual- 
ified for  those  posts,  Avhich  the  modesty  of  the  latter  made  him 
refuse.  His  other  dead  brother  would  have  been  an  ornament 
to  the  college  of  which  he  was  a  member.  He  had  a  genius 
either  for  poetry  or  oratory  ;  and,  though  very  young,  composed 
several  very  agreeable  pieces.  In  all  probabDity  he  would  have 


LIFE  OF  J.  PHILIPS. 

written  as  finely  as  his  brother  did  nobly.  He  might  have  been 
the  Waller,  as  the  other  was  the  Milton  of  his  time.  The  one 
might  celebrate  Marlborough,  the  other  his  beautiful  offspring. 
This  had  not  been  so  fit  to  describe  the  actions  of  heroes  as  the 
virtues  of  private  men.  In  a  word,  he  had  been  fitter  for  my 
place  ;  and  while  his  brother  was  writing  upon  the  greatest  men 
that  any  age  ever  produced,  in  a  style  equal  to  them,  he  might 
have  served  as  a  panegyrist  on  him. 

This  is  all  I  think  necessary  to  say  of  his  family.  I  shall  pro- 
ceed to  himself  and  his  writings ;  which  I  shall  first  treat  of 
because  I  know  they  are  censured  by  some  out  of  envy,  and  more 
out  of  ignorance. 

The  Splendid  Shilling,  which  is  far  the  least  considerable,  has 
the  more  general  reputation,  and  perhaps  hinders  the  character 
of  the  rest.  The  style  agreed  so  well  with  the  burlesque,  that 
the  ignorant  thought  it  could  become  nothing  else.  Every  body 
is  pleased  with  that  work.  But  to  judge  rightly  of  the  other  re- 
quires a  perfect  mastery  of  poetry  and  criticism,  a  just  contempt 
of  the  little  turns  and  witticisms  now  in  vogue,  and  above  all,  a 
perfect  understanding  of  poetical  diction  and  description. 

All  that  have  any  taste  for  poetry  will  agree,  that  the  great 
burlesque  is  much  to  be  preferred  to  the  low.  It  is  much  easier 
to  make  a  great  thing  appear  little,  than  a  little  one  great ;  Cot- 
ton and  others  of  a  very  low  genius  have  done  the  former  ;  but 
Philips,  Garth,  and  Boileau,  only  the  latter. 

A  picture  in  miniature  is  every  painter's  talent ;  but  a  piece 
for  a  cupola,  where  all  the  figures  are  enlarged,  yet  proportioned 
to  the  eye,  requires  a  master's  hand. 

It  must  still  be  more  acceptable  than  the  low  burlesque,  be- 
cause the  images  of  the  latter  are  mean  and  filthy,  and  the  lan- 
guage itself  entirely  unknown  to  all  men  of  good  breeding.  The 
style  of  Billingsgate  would  not  make  a  very  agreeable  figure  at 
St.  James's.  A  gentleman  would  take  but  little  pleasure  in  lan- 
guage which  he  would  think  it  hard  to  be  accosted  in,  or  in  read- 
ing words  which  he  could  not  pronounce  without  blushing.  The 
lofty  burlesque  is  the  more  to  be  admired,  because,  to  write  it, 
the  author  must  be  master  of  two  of  the  most  different  talents  in 
nature.  A  talent  to  find  out  and  expose  what  is  ridiculous,  is 

VOL.  i.  28 


j,iFi;  OF  J.  PHILIPS. 

very  diflcivnt  from  that  which  is  to  raise  and  elevate.  We  must 
read  Virgil  and  Milton  for  the  one,  and  Horace  and  Hudibras  for 
the  other.  \Ve  know  that  the  authors  of  excellent  comedies 
have  often  failed  in  the  grave  style,  and  the  tragedian  as  often  in 
1-omedy.  Admiration  and  laughter  are  of  such  opposite  natures, 
that  they  arc  seldom  created  by  the  same  person.  The  man  of 
mirth  is  always  observing  the  follies  and  weaknesses,  the  serious 
writer  the  virtues  or  crimes  of  mankind  ;  one  is  pleased  with 
contemplating  a  beau,  the  other  a  hero  ;  even  from  the  same 
subject  they  would  draw  different  ideas  ;  Achilles  would  appear 
in  very  different  lights  to  Thersites  and  Alexander  ;  the  one 
would  admire  the  courage  and  greatness  of  his  soul  ;  the  other 
would  ridicule  the  vanity  and  rashness  of  his  temper.  As  the 
satyrist  says  to  Hannibal  ; 

-  1,  curre  per  Alpes, 

Ut  pueris  placeas,  be  declamatio  fias. 

The  contrariety  of  style  to  the  subject  pleases  the  more 
strongly,  because  it  is  more  surprising  ;  the  expectation  of  the 
reader  is  pleasantly  deceived,  who  expects  an  humble  style  from 
the  subject,  or  a  great  subject  from  the  style.  It  pleases  the 
more  universally,  because  it  is  agreeable  to  the  taste  both  of  the 
grave  and  the  merry  ;  but  more  particularly  so  to  those  who 
have  a  relish  of  the  best  writers,  and  the  noblest  sort  of  poetry, 
I  shall  produce  only  one  passage  out  of  this  poet,  which  is  the 
misfortune  of  his  Galligaskins. 


My  Galligaskins,  uliicii  have  long  -withstood 
The  winter's  fury  and  encroaching  frosts, 
By  time  subdu'd,  what  will  not  time  subdue  ? 

This  is  admirably  pathetical,  and  shows  very  well  the  vicissitudes 
of  sublunary  things.  The  rest  goes  on  to  a  prodigious  height  j 
and  a  man  in  Greenland  could  hardly  have  made  a  more  pathetic 
and  terrible  complaint.  Is  it  not  surprising  that  the  subject 
should  be  so  mean,  and  the  verse  so  pompous  ;  that  the  least 
things  in  his  poetry,  as  in  a  microscope,  should  grow  great  and 
formidable  to  the  eye  ?  especially  considering  that,  not  under- 
Bunding  French,  he  had  no  model  for  his  style  ?  that  he  should 
have  no  writer  to  imitate,  and  himself  be  inimitable  ?  that  he 
should  do  all  this  before  he  was  twenty  ,?  at  an  age,  which  is 


LIFE  OF  J.  PHILIPS.  213 

usually  pleased  with  a  glare  of  false  thoughts,  little  turns,  and  un- 
natural fustian  ?  at  an  age,  at  which  Cowley,  Dryden,  and  I  had 
almost  said  Virgil,  were  inconsiderable  ?  so  soon  was  his  imag- 
ination at  its  full  strength,  his  judgment  ripe,  and  his  humour 

complete. 

This  poem  was  written  for  his  own  diversion,  without  any  de- 

.  sign  of  publication.  It  was  communicated  but  to  me  ;  but  soon 
spread,  and  fell  into  the  hands  of  pirates.  It  was  put  out,  vilely 
mangled,  by  Ben  Bragge  ;  and  impudently  said  to  be  corrected  by 
the  author.  This  grievance  is  now  grown  more  epidemical ;  and 
no  man  now  has  a  right  to  his  own  thoughts,  or  a  title  to  his  own 
writings.  Xenophon  answered  the  Persian,  who  demanded  his 
arms,  "  We  have  nothing  now  left  but  our  arms  and  our  valour ; 
if  we  surrender  the  one,  how  shall  we  make  use  of  the  other  ?" 
Poets  have  nothing  but  their  wits  and  their  writings  ;  and  if  they 
are  plundered  of  the  latter,  I  do  not  see  what  good  the  former 
can  do  them.  To  pirate,  and  publicly  own  it,  to  prefix  their 
names  to  the  works  they  steal,  to  own  and  avow  the  theft,  I  be- 
lieve, was  never  yet  heard  of  but  in  England.  It  will  sound  oddly 
to  posterity,  that,  in  a  polite  nation,  in  an  enlightened  age,  under 
the  direction  of  the  most  wise,  most  learned,  and  most  generous 
encouragers  of  knowledge  in  the  world,  the  property  of  a  me- 
chanic should  be  better  secured  than  that  of  a  scholar  !  that  the 
poorest  manual  operations  should  be  more  valued  than  the  no- 
blest products  of  the  brain  1  that  it  should  be  felony  to  rob  a 
cobler  of  a  pair  of  shoes,  and  no  crime  to  deprive  the  best  author 
of  his  whole  subsistence  ;  that  nothing  should  make  a  man  a  sure 
title  to  his  own  writings  but  the  stupidity  of  them  1  that  the  works 
of  Dryden  should  meet  with  less  encouragement  than  those  of 
his  own  Flecknoe,  or  Blackmore  !  that  Tillotson  and  St.  George, 
Tom  Thumb  and  Temple,  should  be  set  on  an  equal  foot !  This 
is  the  reason  why  this  very  paper  has  been  so  long  delayed  ;  and, 
while  the  most  impudent  and  scandalous  libels  are  publicly  vend- 
ed by  the  pirates,  this  innocent  work  is  forced  to  steal  abroad  as 
if  it  were  a  libel. 

Our  present  writers  are,  by  these  wretches,  reduced  to  the 
same  condition  Virgil  was,  when  the  centurion  seized  on  his 
estate.  But  I  do  not  doubt  but  I  can  fix  upon  the  Maecenas  of 
the  present  age,  that  will  retrieve  them  from  it.  But,  whatever 


214  Ml'I-rOI-'  J.  1'HILIPS. 

effect  this  piracy  may  have  upon  us,  it  contributed  very  much 
to  the  advantage   of  Mr.  Philips  ;  it  helped  him  to  a  reputation 
Avhich  he  neither  desired  nor  expected,  and  to  the   honour  of 
being  put  upon  a  work  of  which  he  did  not  think  himself  capa- 
ble ;  but  the  event  showed  his  modesty.     And  it  was  reasonable 
to  hope,  that  he,  who  could  raise  mean  subjects  so  high,  should 
still  be  more  elevated  on  greater  themes  ;  that  he,  that  could 
draw  such  noble  ideas  from  a  shilling,  could  not  fail  upon  such 
a  subject  as  the  duke  of  Marlborough,  which  is  cafiuble  of  height- 
ening even  the  most  low  and  trifling  genius.     And,  indeed,  most 
of  the  great  works  which  have  been  produced  in  the  world  have 
been  owing  less  to  the  poet  than  the  patron.     Men  of  the  great- 
est genius  are  sometimes  lazy,  and  want  a  spur ;  often  modest, 
and  dare  not  venture  in  public  ;  they  certainly  know  their  faults 
in  the  worst  things  ;  and  even  their  best  things  they  are  not  fond 
of,  because  the  idea  of  what  they  ought  to  be  is  far  above  what 
they  are.     This  induced  me  to  believe  that  Virgil  desired  his 
works  might  be  burnt,  had  not  the  same  Augustus,  that  desired 
him  to  write  them,  preserved  them  from  destruction.     A  scrib- 
bling beau  may  imagine  a  poet  may  be  induced  to  write,  by  the 
vciy  pleasure  he  finds  in  writing  ;  but  that  is  seldom,  when  peo- 
ple are  necessitated  to  it.     I  have  known  men  row,  and  use  very 
hard  labour  for  diversion,  which,  if  they  had  been  tied  to,  they 
would  have  thought  themselves  very  unhappy. 

But  to  return  to  Blenheim^  that  work  so  much  admired  by 
Some,  and  censured  by  others.  I  have  often  wished  he  had  wrote 
it  in  Latin,  that  he  might  be  out  of  the  reach  of  the  empty  critics, 
•who  could  have  as  little  understood  his  meaning  in  that  language 
as  they  do  his  beauties  in  his  own. 

False  critics  have  been  the  plague  of  all  ages  ;  Milton  him- 
self, in  a  very  polite  court,  has  been  compared  to  the  rumbling 
of  a  wheelbarrow  ;  he  had  been  on  the  wrong  side,  and  therefore 
could  not  bo  a  good  poet.  And  f/iis,  fier/iajis,  tiunj  be  Mr.  Phil- 
ips's  case. 

But  I  take  generally  the  ignorance  of  his  readers  to  be  the 
occasion  of  their  dislike.  People  that  have  formed  their  taste 
upon  the  French  writers,  can  have  no  relish  for  Philips  ;  they 
admire  points  and  turns,  and  consequently  have  no  judgment  of 
what  is  great  and  majestic  ;  he  must  look  little  in  their  eyes. 


LIFE  OP  J.  PHILIPS.  215 

when  he  soars  so  high  as  to  be  almost  out  of  their  view.  I  can- 
not therefore  allow  any  admirer  of  the  French  to  be  a  judge  of 
Blenheim,  nor  any  who  takes  Bouhours  for  a  complete  critic. 
He  generally  judges  of  the  ancients  by  the  moderns,  and  not  the 
moderns  by  the  ancients  ;  he  takes  those  passages  of  their  own 
authors  to  be  really  sublime  which  come  the  nearest  to  it  ;  he 
often  calls  that  a  noble  and  a  great  thought  which  is  only  a  pretty 
and  a  fine  one  ;  and  has  more  instances  of  the  sublime  out  of 
Ovid  de  Tristibus,  than  he  has  out  of  all  Virgil. 

I  shall  allow,  therefore,  only  those  to  be  judges  of  Philips,  who 
make  the  ancients,  and  particularly  Virgil,  their  standard. 

But,  before  I  enter  on  this  subject,  I  shall  consider  what  is 
particular  in  the  style  of  Philips,  and  examine  what  ought  to 
be  the  style  of  heroic  poetry  ;  and  next  inquire  how  far  he  is 
come  up  to  that  style. 

His  style  is  particular,  because  he  lays  aside  rhyme,  and  writes 
in  blank  verse,  and  uses  old  words,  and  frequently  postpones  the 
adjective  to  the  substantive,  and  the  substantive  to  the  verb  ;  and 
leaves  out  little  particles,  aj  and  the  ;  her,  and  his  ;  and  uses  fre- 
quent appositions.  Now  let  us  examine  whether  these  altera- 
tions of  style  be  conformable  to  the  true  sublime. 


#     #     #     * 


WALSH. 


WlLLIAM  WALSH,  the  son  of  Joseph  Walsh,Esq.  of  Ab* 
berley  in  Worcestershire,  was  born  in  1663,  as  appears  from  the 
account  of  Wood,  who  relates,  that  at  the  age  of  fifteen  he  be- 
came, in  1678,  a  gentleman  commoner  of  Wadham  college. 

He  left  the  university  without  a  degree,  and  pursued  his  stud- 
ies in  London  and  at  home  ;  that  he  studied,  in  whatever  place, 
is  apparent  from  the  effect,  for  he  became,  in  Mr.  Dryden's 
opinion,  the  best  critic  in  the  nation. 

He  was  not,  however,  merely  a  critic  or  a  scholar,  but  a  man 
of  fashion,  and,  as  Dennis  remarks,  ostentatiously  splendid  in  his 
dress.  He  was  likewise  a  member  of  parliament  and  a  courtier, 
knight  of  the  shire  for  his  native  county  in  several  parliaments  j 
in  another  the  representative  of  Richmond  in  Yorkshire  ;  and 
gentleman  of  the  horse  to  queen  Anne,  under  the  duke  of  Som- 
erset. 

Some  of  his  verses  show  him  to  have  been  a  zealous  friend  to 
the  revolution  ;  but  his  political  ardour  did  not  abate  his  rever- 
ence or  kindness  for  Dryden,  to  whom  he  gave  a  dissertation  on 
Virgil's  Pastorals,  in  which,  however  studied,  he  discovers  some 
ignorance  of  the  laws  of  French  versification. 

In  1705,  he  began  to  correspond  with  Mr.  Pope,  in  whom  he 
discovered  very  early  the  power  of  poetry.  Their  letters  are 
written  upon  the  pastoral  comedy  of  the  Italians,  and  those  pas- 
torals which  Pope  was  then  preparing  to  publish. 

The  kindnesses  which  are  first  experienced  are  seldom  for-' 
gotten.  Pope  always  retained  a  grateful  memory  of  Walsh's 
notice,  and  mentioned  him  in  one  of  his  latter  pieces  among 
those  that  had  encouraged  his  juvenile  studies. 

'Granville  the  polite, 

And  knowing  Walsh,  would  tell  me  I  could  write. 

In  his  Essay  on  Criticism  he  had  given  him  more  splendid 
praise  ;  and,  in  the  opinion  of  his  learned  commentator,  sacri- 
ficed a  little  of  his  judgment  to  his  gratitude, 


218  LIFE  OF   WALSH. 

The  time  of  his  death  I  have  not  learned.  It  must  have 
happened  between  1707,  \vhcn  he  wrote  to  Pope;  and  1721) 
when  Pope  praised  him  in  his  essay.  The  epitaph  makes  him 
forty  six  years  old  ;  if  Wood's  account  be  right,  he  died  in  1709. 

He  is  known  more  by  his  familiarity  with  greater  men,  than 
by  any  thing  done  or  written  by  himself. 

His  works  are  not  numerous.  In  prose  he  wrote  Eugenia,  a 
Defence  of  Women  ;  which  Dryden  honoured  with  a  preface. 

Escidafiius,  or  the  llosjdtal  of  Fools,  published  after  his  death. 

A  Collection  of  letters  and  Poems,  amorous  and  gallant,  was 
published  in  the  volumes  called  Dryden's  Miscellany,  and  some 
other  occasional  pieces. 

To  his  poems  and  letters  is  prefixed  a  very  judicious  preface 
upon  epistolary  composition  and  amorous  poetry. 

In  his  (i  olden  age  restored,  there  was  something  of  humour, 
while  the  facts  were  recent ;  but  it  now  strikes  no  longer.  In 
his  imitation  of  Horace,  the  first  stanzas  are  happily  turned  ;  and 
in  all  his  writings  there  are  pleasing  passages.  He  has,  how- 
ever, more  elegance  than  vigour,  and  seldom  rises  higher  than 
to  be  pretty. 


DRYDEN. 


V/F  the  great  poet  whose  life  I  am  about  to  delineate,  the  curi- 
osity which  his  reputation  must  excite,  will  require  a  display 
more  ample  than  can  now  be  given.  His  contemporaries,  how- 
ever they  reverenced  his  genius,  left  his  life  unwritten  ;  and 
nothing  therefore  can  be  known  beyond  what  casual  mention  and 
uncertain  tradition  have  supplied. 

JOHN  DRYDEN  was  born  August  9,  1631,*  at  Aldwinkle,  near 
Oundle,  the  son  of  Erasmus  Dry  den  of  Titchmersh  ;  who  was 
the  third  son  of  sir  Erasmus  Dryden,  baronet,  of  Canons  Ashby. 
All  these  places  are  in  Northamptonshire  ;  but  the  original  stock 
of  the  family  was  in  the  county  of  Huntingdon.! 

He  is  reported  by  his  last  biographer,  Derrick,  to  have  inher- 
ited from  his  father  an  estate  of  two  hundred  a  year,  and  to  have 
been  bred,  as  was  said,  an  anabaptist.  For  either  of  these  par- 
ticulars no  authority  is  given.  Such  a  fortune  ought  to  have 
secured  him  from  that  poverty  which  seems  always  to  have 
oppressed  him  ;  or  if  he  had  wasted  it,  to  have  made  him  asham- 
ed of  publishing  his  necessities.  But  though  he  had  many 
enemies,  who  undoubtedly  examined  his  life  with  a  scrutiny 
sufficiently  malicious,  I  do  not  remember  that  he  is  ever  charged 
with  waste  of  his  patrimony.  He  was  indeed  sometimes  re- 
proached for  his  first  religion.  I  am  therefore  inclined  to  believe 
that  Derrick's  intelligence  was  partly  true  and  partly  erroneous.^ 

*  Mr.  Malone  has  lately  proved  that  there  is  no  satisfactory  evidence  for 
this  date.  The  inscription  on  Dry  den's  monument  says  only  natus  1632. 
See  Malone's  life  of  Dryden,  prefixed  to  his  "  Critical  and  Miscellaneous 
Prose  Works,"  p.  5,  note.  C. 

f  Of  Cumberland.     Ibid.  p.  10.     C. 

£  Mr.  Derrick's  life  of  Dryden  was  prefixed  to  a  very  beautiful  and  correct 
edition  of  Dryden's  Miscellanies,  published  by  the  Tonsons  in  1760,  4  vols. 
8vo.  Derrick's  pai-t,  however,  was  poorly  executed,  and  the  edition  nevev 
fcecame  popular.  C. 

VOL.  I.  .39 


M1E  OF  DRYDEA. 

From  Westminster  school,  where  he  was  instructed  as  one  of 
the  kind's  scholars  by  Dr.  Busby,  whom  he  long  after  continued 
to  reverence,  he  was  in  1650  elected  to  one  of  the  Westminster 
scholarships  at  Cambridge.* 

Of  his  school  performances  has  appeared  only  a  poem  on  the 
death  of  lord  Hasitngs,  composed  with  great  ambition  of  such 
conceits  as,  notwithstanding  the  reformation  begun  by  Waller 
and  Denham,  the  example  of  Cowley  still  kept  in  reputation. 
Lord  Hastings  died  of  the  smallpox ;  and  his  poet  has  made  of 
the  pustules  first  rosebuds,  and  then  gems  ;  at  last  exalts  them 
into  stars  ;  and  says, 

No  comet  need  foretell  his  change  drew  on, 
Whose  corpse  might  seem  a  constellation. 

At  the  university  he  does  not  appear  to  have  been  eager  of 
poetical  distinction,  or  to  have  lavished  his  early  wit  cither  on 
fictitious  subjects  or  public  occasions.  He  probably  considered, 
that  he  who  purposed  to  be  an  author,  ought  first  to  be  a  student. 
He  obtained,  whatever  was  the  reason,  no  fellowship  in  the  col- 
lege. Why  he  was  excluded  cannot  now  be  known,  and  it  is 
vain  to  guess  ;  had  he  thought  himself  injured,  he  knew  how  to 
complain.  In  the  life  of  Plutarch  he  mentions  his  education  in 
the  college,  with  gratitude  ;  but  in  a  prologue  at  Oxford,  he  has 
these  lines  ; 

Oxford  to  him  a  dearer  name  shall  he 
Than  his  own  mother  university  ; 
Thebes  did  his  rude  unknowing  youth  engage  ; 
lie  chooses  Athens  in  his  riper  age. 

It  was  not  till  the  death  of  Cromwell,  in  1658,  that  he  became 
a  public  candidate  for  fame,  by  publishing  heroic  stanzas  on  the 
late  lord  protector  ;  which,  compared  with  the  verses  of  Sprat 
and  Waller  on  the  same  occasion,  were  sufficient  to  raise  great 
expectations  of  the  rising  poet. 

When  the  king  was  restored,  Dry  den,  like  the  other  panegy- 
rists of  usurpation,  changed  his  opinion,  or  his  profession,  and 
published  ASTREA  REDUX,  a  poem  on  the  happy  restoration  and  re- 
turn of  his  most  sacred  majesty  king  Charles  the  second. 

*  He  went  off  to  Trinity  college,  and  was  admitted  to  a  bachelor's  degree 
:>i  Jan.  1653-4,  and  iu  1657  was  made  master  of  aits.    C. 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN. 

The  reproach  of  inconstancy  was,  on  this  occasion,  shared 
with  such  numbers,  that  it  produced  neither  hatred  nor  disgrace  5 
if  he  changed,  he  changed  with  the  nation.  It  was,  however, 
not  totally  forgotten  when  his  reputation  raised  him  enemies. 

The  same  year,  he  praised  the  new  king  in  a  second  poem  on 
his  restoration.  In  the  ASTIIEA  was  the  line, 

An  horrid  stillness  first  invades  the  ear, 
And  in  that  silence  we  a  tempest  fear ; 

for  which  he  was  persecuted  with  perpetual  ridicule,  perhaps 
with  more  than  was  deserved.  Silence  is  indeed  mere  privation  ; 
and,  so  considered,  cannot  invade  ;  but  privation  likewise  cer- 
tainly is  darkness,  and  probably  cold  ;  yet  poetry  has  never  been 
refused  the  right  of  ascribing  effects  or  agency  to  them  as  to  pos- 
itive powers.  No  man  scruples  to  say  that  darkness  hinders  him 
from  his  work  ;  or  that  cold  has  killed  the  plants.  Death  is  also 
privation  ;  yet  who  has  made  any  difficulty  of  assigning  to  death 
a  dart  and  the  power  of  striking  ? 

In  settling  the  order  of  his  works  there  is  some  difficulty  ;  for, 
even  when  they  are  important  enough  to  be  formally  offered  to 
a  patron,  he  does  not  commonly  date  his  dedication  ;  the  time  of 
writing  and  publishing  is  not  always  the  same  ;  nor  can  the  first 
editions  be  easily  found,  if  even  from  them  could  be  obtained  the 
necessary  information.* 

The  time  at  which  his  first  play  was  exhibited  is  not  certainly 
known,  because  it  was  not  printed  till  it  was,  some  years  after- 
ward, altered  and  revived  ;  but  since  the  plays  are  said  to  be 
printed  in  the  order  in  which  they  were  written,  from  the  dates 
of  some,  those  of  others  may  be  inferred  ;  and  thus  it  may  be 
collected,  that  in  1663,  in  the  thirty  second  year  of  his  life,  he 
commenced  a  writer  for  the  stage  ;  compelled  undoubtedly  by 
necessity,  for  he  appears  never  to  have  loved  that  exercise  of  his 
genius,  or  to  have  much  pleased  himself  with  his  own  dramas. 

Of  the  stage,  when  he  had  once  invaded  it,  he  kept  possession 
for  many  years  j  not  indeed  without  the  competition  of  rivals 
who  sometimes  prevailed,  or  the  censure  of  critics,  which  was 
often  poignant  and  often  just ;  but  with  such  a  degree  of  repu- 

*  The  order  of  his  plays  has  been  accurately  ascertained  by  Mr.  Ma- 
lone,  f. 


222  .LIFE  OF  DllYDKN. 

tation  us  made  him  at  least  secure  of  being  heard,  whatever  might 
be  the  final  determination  of  the  public. 

His  first  piece  was  a  comedy  called  The  Wild  Gallant.  He 
bewail  with  no  happy  auguries  ;  for  his  performance  was  so  much 
disapproved,  that  he  was  compelled  to  rccal  it,  and  change  it 
from  its  imperfect  state  to  the  form  in  which  it  now  appears,  and 
which  is  yet  sufficiently  defective  to  vindicate  the  critics. 

I  wish  that  there  were  no  necessity  of  following  the  progress 
of  his  theatrical  fame,  or  tracing  the  meanders  of  his  mind 
through  the  whole  scries  of  his  dramatic  performances;  it  will 
be  fit,  however,  to  enumerate  them,  and  to  take  especial  notice 
of  those  that  are  distinguished  by  any  peculiarity,  intrinsic  or 
concomitant  ;  for  the  composition  and  fate  of  eight  and  twenty 
dramas  include  too  much  of  a  poetical  life  to  be  omitted. 

In  1664  he  published  The  Rival  Ladi's,  which  lie  dedicated 
to  the  earl  of  Orrery,  a  man  of  high  reputation,  both  as  a  writer 
and  a  statesman.  In  this  play  he  made  his  essay  of  dramatic 
rhyme,  which  he  defends,  in  his  dedication,  with  sufficient  cer- 
tainty of  a  favourable  hearing  ;  for  Orrery  was  himself  a  writer 
of  rhyming  tragedies. 

He  then  joined  with  sir  Robert  Howard  in  The  Indian  Queen, 
a  tragedy  in  rhyme.  The  parts  which  either  of  them  wrote  aie 
not  distinguished. 

The  Indian  Em/ieror  was  published  in  1667.  It  is  a  tragedy 
in  rhyme,  intended  for  a  sequel  to  Howard's  Indian  Queen.  Of 
this  connection  notice  was  given  to  the  audience  by  printed  bills, 
distributed  at  the  door  ;  an  expedient  supposed  to  be  ridiculed 
in  The  Rehearsal,  where  Bayes  tells  how  many  reams  he  has 
printed,  to  instil  into  the  audience  some  conception  of  his  plot. 

In  this  play  is  the  description  of  night,  which  Rymer  has  made 
famous  by  preferring  it  to  those  of  all  other  poets. 

The  practice  of  making  tragedies  in  rhyme  was  introduced 
fioon  after  the  restoration,  as  it  seems  by  the  carl  of  Orrery,  in  com- 
pliance with  the  opinion  of  Charles  the  second,  who  had  formed 
his  taste  by  the  French  theatre  ;  and  Dry  den,  who  wrote,  and 
made  no  difficulty  of  declaring  that  he  wrote,  only  to  please,  and 
who  perhaps  knew  that  by  his  dexterity  of  versification  he  was 
more  likely  to  excel  others  in  rhyme  than  without  it,  very  readily 
adopted  his  master's  preference.  He  therefore  made  rhyming' 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEX.  223 

tragedies,  till,  by  the  prevalence  of  manifest  propriety,  he 
seems  to  have  grown  ashamed  of  making  them  any  longer. 

To  this  play  is  prefixed  a  very  vehement  defence  of  dramatic 
rhyme,  in  confutation  of  the  preface  to  The  Duke  of  Lerma,  in 
which  sir  Robert  Howard  had  censured  it. 

In  1667  he  published  Annus  Mirabilis,  the  Year  of  Wonders^ 
which  may  be  esteemed  one  of  his  most  elaborate  works. 

It  is  addressed  to  sir  Robert  Howard  by  a  letter,  which  is  not 
properly  a  dedication  ;  and,  writing  to  a  poet,  he  has  interspersed 
many  critical  observations,  of  which  some  are  common,  and  some 
perhaps  ventured  without  much  consideration.  He  began,  even 
now,  to  exercise  the  domination  of  conscious  genius,  by  recom- 
mending his  own  performance  ;  "  I  am  satisfied  that  as  the  prince 
and  general  [Rupert  and  Monk]  are  incomparably  the  best  sub- 
jects I  ever  had,  so  what  I  have  written  on  them  is  much  better 
than  what  I  have  performed  on  any  other.  As  I  have  endeav- 
oured to  adorn  my  poem  with  noble  thoughts,  so  much  more  to 
express  those  thoughts  with  elocution." 

It  is  written  in  quatrains,  or  heroic  stanzas  of  four  lines  ;  a 
measure  which  he  had  learned  from  the  Gondibert  of  Davenant, 
and  which  he  then  thought  the  most  majestic  that  the  English 
language  affords.  Of  this  stanza  he  mentions  the  incumbrances, 
increased  as  they  were  by  the  exactness  which  the  age  required. 
It  was,  throughout  his  life,  very  much  his  custom  to  recommend 
his  works  by  representation  of  the  difficulties  that  he  had  encoun- 
tered, without  appearing  to  have  sufficiently  considered,  that 
where  there  is  no  difficulty  there  is  no  praise. 

There  seems  to  be,  in  the  conduct  of  sir  Robert  Howard  and 
Dryden  toward  each  other,  something  that  is  not  now  easily  to 
be  explained.  Dryden,  in  his  dedication  to  the  earl  of  Orrery, 
had  defended  dramatic  rhyme  ;  and  Howard,  in  the  preface  to  a 
collection  of  plays,  had  censured  his  opinion.  Dryden  vindicated 
himself  in  his  Dialogue  on  Dramatic  Poetry  ;  Howard,  in  his 
preface  to  The  Duke  of  Lerma,  animadverted  on  the  vindication  ; 
and  Dryden,  in  a  preface  to  The  Indian  Emperor,  replied  to  the 
animadversions  with  great  asperity,  and  almost  with  contumely. 
The  dedication  to  this  play  is  dated  the  year  in  which  the  Annus 
Mirabilis  was  published.  Here  appears  a  strange  inconsistency  ; 
but  Langbaine  affords  some  help,  by  relating:  that  the  answer  to 


LIFE  OF  BRYDEN. 

Howard  was  not  published  in  the  first  edition  of  the  play,  but  was 
added  when  it  was  afterward  reprinted ;  and  as  The  Duke  r,f 
Lcrtna  did  not  appear  till  1GG8,  the  same  year  in  which  the  dia- 
logue was  published,  there  was  time  enough  for  enmity  to  grow 
up  between  authors,  who,  writing  both  for  the  theatre,  were  nat- 
urally rivals. 

lie  was  now  so  much  distinguished,  that  in  1668*  he  succeed- 
ed sir  \Yillium  Ddvenant  as  poet  laureat.  The  salary  of  the 
laurcat  had  been  raised  in  favour  of  Jonson,  by  Charles  the  first, 
from  an  hundred  marks  to  one  hundred  pounds  a  year,  and  a 
tierce  of  wine  ;  a  revenue  in  those  days  not  inadequate  to  the 
conveniences  of  life. 

The  same  year,  he  published  his  essay  on  dramatic  poetry,  an 
elegant  and  instructive  dialogue  ;  in  which  we  are  toid  by  Prior, 
that  the  principal  character  is  meant  to  represent  the  duke  of 
Dorset.  Thib  work  seems  to  have  given  Addison  a  model  for 
his  dialogues  upon  medals. 

Secret  Love,  or  the  Maiden  Queen,  1668,  is  a  tragicomedy.  In 
the  preface  he  discusses  a  curious  question,  whether  a  poet  can 
judge  well  of  his  own  productions  ;  and  determines  very  justly, 
that,  of  the  plan  and  disposition,  and  all  that  can  be  reduced  to 
principles  of  science,  the  author  may  depend  upon  his  own  opin- 
ion ;  but  that,  in  those  parts  where  fancy  predominates,  self  love 
may  easily  deceive.  Me  might  have  observed,  that  what  is  good 
only  because  it  pleases,  cannot  be  pronounced  good  till  it  has 
been  found  to  please. 

Sir  Mar  (in  JMarall,  1668,  is  a  comedy,  published  without  pre- 
face or  dedication,  and  at  first  without  the  name  of  the  author. 
Langbaine  charges  it,  like  most  of  the  rest,  with  plagiarism  ; 
and  observes,  that  the  song  is  translated  from  Yoiture,  allowing 
however  that  both  the  sense  and  measure  arc  exactly  observed. 

The  Tan/text,  1670,  is  an  alteration  of  Shakespeare's  play, 
made  by  Dryden  in  conjunction  with  Davcnant ;  "  whom,"  says 
he,  "  I  found  of  so  quick  a  fancy,  that  nothing  was  proposed  to 
him  in  which  he  could  not  suddenly  produce  a  thought  extreme- 
ly pleasant  and  surprising  ;  and  those  first  thoughts  of  his,  con- 

k  He  did  not  obtain  the  laurel  till  August  18,  1G70 ;  but,  Mr.  Malone  ia- 
;'>nns  us,  tlnit  the  patent  had  a  retrospect,  and  the  salary  commenced  from 
the  midsummer  at'icr  D'Avenanl's  death.  C. 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  225 

ifary  to  the  Latin  proverb,  were  not  always  the  least  happy  ;  and 
as  his  fancy  was  quick,  so  likewise  were  the  products  of  it  remote 
and  new.  He  borrowed  not  of  any  other  ;  and  his  imaginations 
were  such  as  could  not  easily  enter  into  any  other  man." 

The  effect  produced  by  the  conjunction  of  these  two  powerful 
minds  was,  that  to  Shakespeare's  monster,  Caliban,  is  added  a 
sister  monster,  Sycorax  ;  and  a  woman,  who,  in  the  original  play, 
had  never  seen  a  man,  is  in  this  brought  acquainted  with  a  man 
that  had  never  seen  a  woman. 

About  this  time,  in  1673,  Dryden  seems  to  have  had  his  quiet 
much  disturbed  by  the.  success  of  The  Empress  of  Morocco^  a 
tragedy  written  in  rhyme  by  Eikanah  Settle  ;  which  was  so 
much  applauded,  as  to  make  him  think  his  supremacy  of  repu- 
tation in  some  danger.  Settle  had  not  only  been  prosperous  on 
the  stage,  but,  in  the  confidence  of  success,  had  published  his 
play,  with  sculptures  and 'a  preface  of  defiance.  Here  was  one 
offence  added  to  another  ;  and,  for  the  last  blast  of  inflammation> 
it  was  acted  at  Whitehall  by  the  court  ladies. 

Dryden  could  not  now  repress  those  emotions,  which  he  called 
indignation,  and  others  jealousy ;  but  wrote  upon  the  play  and 
the  dedication  such  criticism  as  malignant  impatience  could  pour 
out  in  haste. 

Of  Settle  he  gives  this  character ;  "  He  's  an  animal  of  a  most 
deplored  understanding,  without  reading  and  conversation.  His 
being  is  in  a  twilight  of  sense,  and  some  glimmering  of  thought, 
which  he  can  never  fashion  into  wit  or  English.  His  style  is 
boisterous  and  rough  hewn,  his  rhyme  incorrigibly  lewd,  and  his 
numbers  perpetually  harsh  and  ill  sounding.  The  little  talent 
which  he  has,  is  fancy.  He  sometimes  labours  with  a  thought ; 
but,  with  the  pudder  he  makes  to  bring  it  into  the  world,  'tis 
commonly  stillborn  ;  so  that,  for  want  of  learning  and  elocution, 
he  will  never  be  able  to  express  any  thing  either  naturally  or 
justly.'* 

This  is  not  very  decent ;  yet  this  is  one  of  the  pages  in  which 
criticism  prevails  most  over  brutal  fury.  He  proceeds  ;  "  He  has 
a  heavy  hand  at  fools,  and  a  great  felicity  in  writing  nonsense  for 
them.  Fools  they  will  be  in  spite  of  him.  His  king,  his  two 
empresses,  his  villain,  and  his  subvillain,  nay  his  hero,  have  all 
a  certain  natural  cast  of  the  father ;  their  folly  was  born  and 
"bred  in  them,  and  something  of  the  Eikanah  will  be  visible.'* 


iJi'K  or  JJKVUJi'N. 

This  is  Dryden's  general  declamation  ;  I  will  not  withhold 
from  the  reader  a  particular  remark.  Having  gone  through  the 
first  act,  he  says,  "to  conclude  this  act  with  the  most  rumbling 
piece  of  nonsense  spoken  yet; 

To  nattering  lightning  our  feign'd  smiles  conform, 
Which,  back'd  with  thunder,  do  but  gild  a  storm. 

Cor/form  a  smile  to  lightning,  make  a  smile  imitate  lightning,  and 
fluttering  lightning  ;  lightning  sure  is  a  threatening  thing.  And 
this  lightning  must  gild  a  storm.  Now  if  I  must  conform  my 
smiles  to  lightning,  then  my  smiles  must  gild  a  storm  too  ;  to 
gild  with  smiles  is  a  new  invention  of  gilding.  And  gild  a  storm 
by  being  backed  with  thunder.  Thunder  is  part  of  the  storm  ; 
so  one  part  of  the  storm  must  help  to  gild  another  part,  and  help 
by  backing  ;  as  if  a  man  would  gild  a  thing  the  better  for  being 
backed,  or  having  a  load  upon  his  back.  So  that  here  is  gilding 
by  conforming,  smiling,  lightning,  backing,  and  thundering.  The 
whole  is  as  if  I  should  say  thus  ;  I  will  make  my  counterfeit 
smiles  look  like  a  flattering  stone  horse,  which,  being  backed 
with  a  trooper,  does  but  gild  the  battle.  I  am  mistaken  if  non- 
sense is  not  here  pretty  thick  sown.  Sure  the  poet  writ  these 
two  lines  aboard  some  smack  in  a  storm,  and,  being  seasick, 
spewed  up  a  good  lump  of  clotted  nonsense  at  once  " 

liere  is  perhaps  a  sufficient  specimen  ;  but  as  the  pamphlet, 
though  Dryden's,  has  never  been  thought  worthy  of  republica- 
tion,  and  is  not  easily  to  be  found,  it  may  gratify  curiosity  to  quote 
it  more  largely. 

— When'er  she  bleeds, 
lie  no  severer  a  damnation  needs, 
That  dares  pronounce  the  sentence  of  her  death, 
Than  the  infection  that  attends  that  breath. 

«  That  attend*  that  breath.  The  poet  is  at  breath  again  ;  breath 
can  never  'scape  him  ;  and  here  he  brings  in  a  breath  that  must 
be  infectious  with  fironouncing  a  sentence  ;  and  this  sentence  is 
not  to  be  pronounced  till  the  condemned  party  bleeds  ;  that  is, 
she  must  be  executed  first,  and  sentenced  after ;  and  the  pronounc- 
ing of  this  sentence  will  be  infectious  ;  that  is,  others  will  catch 
the  disease  of  that  sentence,  and  this  infecting  of  others  will  tor" 
mcnt  a  man's  self.  The  whole  is  thus ;  when  she  bleeds,  thou 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEX.  227 

needest  no  greater  hell  or  torment  to  thyself,  than  infecting  of  oth- 
ers by  pronouncing  a  sentence  upon  her.  What  hodge  podge  does 
he  make  here  !  Never  was  Dutch  great  such  clogging,  thick,  in- 
digestible stuff.  But  this  is  buta  taste  to  stay  the  stomach  j  we 
shall  have  a  more  plentiful  mess  presently. 

"  Now  to  dish  up  the  poet's  broth,  that  I  promised. 

For  when  we're  dead,  and  our  freed  souls  enlarg'd, 

Of  nature's  grosser  burden  we're  diseharg'd, 

Then  gently,  as  a  happy  lover's  sigh, 

Like  wand'ring  meteors  through  the  air  we'll  fly, 

And  in  our  airy  walk,  as  subtle  guests, 

We'll  steal  into  our  cruel  fathers'  breasts, 

There  read  their  souls,  and  track  each  passion's  sphere? 

See  how  revenge  moves  there,  ambition  here. 

And  in  their  orbs  view  the  dark  characters 

Of  sieges,  ruins,  murders,  blood  and  wars. 

We'll  blot  out  all  those  hideous  draughts,  and  write 

Pure  and  white  forms  ;  then  with  a  radiant  light 

Their  breasts  encircle,  till  their  passions  be 

Gentle  as  nature  in  its  infancy ; 

Till,  softened  by  our  charms,  their  furies  cease, 

And  their  revenge  resolves  into  a  peace. 

Thus  by  our  death  their  quarrel  ends, 

Whom  living  we  made  foes,  dead  we'll  make  friends. 

a  If  this  be  not  a  very  liberal  mess,  I  will  refer  myself  to  tho 
stomach  of  any  moderate  guest.  And  a  rare  mess  it  is,  far  ex- 
celling any  Westminster  white  broth.  It  is  a  kind  of  giblet 
porridge,  made  of  the  giblets  of  a  couple  of  young  geese,  stodged 
full  of  meteors,  orbs,  spheres,  track,  hideous  draughts,  dark  charac- 
ters-t  white  forms,  and  radiant  lights,  designed  not  only  to  please  ap- 
petite, and  indulge  luxury ;  but  it  is  also  physical,  being  an  approv- 
ed medicine  to  purge  choler ;  for  it  is  propounded  by  Morena, 
as  a  receipt  to  cure  their  fathers  of  their  choleric  humours  ;  and, 
were  it  written  in  characters  as  barbarous  as  the  words,  might 
very  well  pass  for  a  doctor's  bill.  To  conclude  ;  it  is  porridge, 
'tis  a  receipt  'tis  a  pig  with  a  pudding  in  the  belly,  'tis  I  know 
not  what ;  for  certainly,  never  any  one  that  pretended  to  write 
sense,  had  the  impudence  before  to  put  such  stuff  as  this,  into  the 
mouths  of  those  that  were  to  speak  it  before  an  audience,  whom 
he  did  not  take  to  be  all  fools  ;  and  after  that  to  print  it  too,  and 
VOL.  r.  30 


228  LIFE  OF  DRYDEN. 

expose  it  to  the  examination  of  the  world.  But  let  us  see  what 
\vc  can  make  of  this  stiiff; 

For  when  we're  dead,  and  our  freed  souls  enlarg'd 

"  Here  he  tells  us  what  it  is  to  be  dead  ;  it  is  to  have  our  freed 
tout*  set  free.  Now  if  to  have  a  soul  set  free,  is  to  be  dead  ; 
then  to  have  a  freed  soul  set  free,  is  to  have  a  dead  man  die. 

Then  gently,  as  a  happy  lover's  sigh 

"  They  two  like  one  sigh,  and  that  one  sigh  like  two  wandering 
meteors, 

—  Shall  fly  through  the  air — 

"  That  is,  they  shall  mount  above  like  falling  stars,  or  else  they 
shall  skip  like  two  Jacks  with  lanthorns,  or  Will  with  a  whisp, 
and  Madge  with  a  candle." 

And  in  their  airy  walk  steal  into  their  cruel  fathers'  breasts,  like 
subtle  guests.  So,  "  that  thcirya///e?V  breasts  must  be  in  an  airy 
walk,  an  airy  walk  of  a  flier.  And  there,  they  will  read  their  souls, 
and  track  the  sjiheres  of  their  passions.  That  is,  these  walking 
fliers,  Jack  with  a  lanthorn,  «kc.  will  put  on  his  spectacles,  and 
fall  a  reading  souls  ;  and  put  on  his  pumps,  and  fall  a  tracking  of 
spheres  ;  so  that  he  will  read  and  run,  walk  and  fly,  at  the  same 
time  !  Oh  !  Nimble  Jack  !  Then  he  will  see,  how  revenge  here, 
how  ambition  there.  The  birds  will  hop  about.  And  then  view 
the  dark  characters  of  sieges,  ruins,  murders,  blood,  and  wars,  in 
their  orbs  ;  track  the  characters  to  their  forms  !  Oh  !  rare  sport 
for  Jack  !  Never  was  place  so  full  of  game  as  these  breasts  ! 
You  cannot  stir,  but  flush  a  sphere,  start  a  character,  or  unkennel 
an  orb  1" 

Settle's  is  said  to  have  been  the  first  play  embellished  with 
sculptures  ;  those  ornaments  seem  to  have  given  poor  Dryden 
great  disturbance.  He  tries  however  to  ease  his  pain,  by  venting 
his  malice  in  a  parody. 

"  The  poet  has  not  only  been  so  impudent  as  to  expose  all  this 
stuff,  but  so  arrogant  as  to  defend  it  with  an  epistle  ;  like  a  saucy 
booth  keeper,  that,  when  he  had  put  a  cheat  upon  the  people, 
would  wrangle  and  fight  with  any  that  would  not  like  it,  or 
would  offer  to  discover  it ;  for  which  arrogance  our  poet  receives 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  229 

this  correction  ;  and,  to  jerk  him  a  little  the  sharper,  I  will  not 
transpose  his  verse,  but  by  the  help  of  his  own  words  transnon- 
sense  sense,  that,  by  my  stuff,  people  may  judge  the  better  what 
his  is. 

"  Great  boy,  thy  tragedy  and  sculptures  done, 

From  press  and  plates,  in  fleets  do  homeward  run  ; 

And,  in  ridiculous  and  humble  pride, 

Their  course  in  balladsingers'  baskets  guide, 

Whose  greasy  twigs  do  all  new  beauties  take, 

From  the  gay  shows  thy  dainty  sculptures  make. 

Thy  lines  a  mess  of  rhyming  nonsense  yield, 

A  senseless  tale,  with  flattering  fustian  fill'd. 

No  grain  of  sense  does  in  one  line  appear, 

Thy  words  big  bulks  of  boisterous  bombast  bear. 

With  noise  they  move,  and  from  players'  mouths  rebound. 

When  their  tongues  dance  to  thy  words'  empty  sound, 

By  thee  inspir'd  the  rumbling  verses  roll, 

As  if  that  rhyme  and  bombast  lent  a  soul  ; 

And  with  that  soul  they  seem  taught  duty  too  ; 

To  huffing  words  does  humble  nonsense  bow, 

As  if  it  would  thy  worthless  worth  enhance, 

To  th'  lowest  rank  of  fops  thy  praise  advance, 

To  whom,  by  instinct,  all  thy  stuff  is  dear  ; 

Their  loud  claps  echo  to  the  theatre. 

From  breaths  of  fools  thy  commendation  spreads, 

Fame  sings  thy  praise  with  mouths  of  loggerheads. 

With  noise  and  laughing  each  thy  fustian  greets, 

'Tis  clapt  by  choirs  of  empty  headed  cits, 

Who  have  their  tribute  sent,  and  homage  given, 

As  men  in  whispers  send  loud  noise  to  heaven. 

"  Thus  I  have  daubed  him  with  his  own  puddle  ;  and  now  we 
are  come  from  aboard  his  dancing,  masking,  rebounding,  breath- 
ing fleet;  and,  as  if  we  had  landed  at  Gotham,  we  meet  nothing 
but  fools  and  nonsense." 

Such  was  the  criticism  to  which  the  genius  of  Dryden  could'be 
reduced,  between  rage  and  terror ;  rage  with  little  provocation, 
and  terror  with  little  danger.  To  see  the  highest  minds  thus  lev- 
elled with  the  meanest,  may  produce  some  solace  to  the  con- 
sciousness of  weakness,  and  some  mortification  to  the  pride  of 
•wisdom.  But  let  it  be  remembered  that  minds  are  not  levelled 
in  their  powers  but  when  they  are  first  levelled  in  their  desires. 
Dryden  and  Settle  had  both  placed  their  happiness  in  the  cla 
of  multitudes. 


330  LIFE  OF  DRYDEN'. 

An  Evening  a  Love,  or  The  Mock  Astrologer,  a  comedy,  167U 
is  dedicated  to  the  illustrious  duke  of  Newcastle,  whom  he  courts 
by  adding  to  his  praises  those  of  his  lady,  not  only  as  a  lover  but 
a  partner  of  his  studies.  It  is  unpleasing  to  think  how  many 
names,  once  celebrated,  are  since  forgotten.  Of  Newcastle's 
works  nothing  is  now  known  but  his  treatise  on  Horsemanship. 

The  preface  seems  very  elaborately  written,  and  contains  ma- 
ny just  remarks  on  the  fathers  of  the  English  drama,  Shake- 
speare's plots,  he  says,  are  in  the  hundred  novels  of  Cinthio  ;  those 
of  Beaumont  and  Fletcher  in  Spanish  stories  ;  Jonson  only  made 
them  for  himself.  His  criticisms  upon  tragedy,  comedy,  and 
farce,  are  judicious  and  profound.  He  endeavours  to  defend  the 
immorality  of  some  of  his  comedies  by  the  example  of  former 
writers  ;  which  is  only  to  say,  that  he  was  not  the  first  nor  perhaps 
the  greatest  offender.  Against  those  that  accused  him  of  pla- 
giarism he  alleges  a  favourable  expression  of  the  king  ;  "  He 
only  desired  that  they,  who  accuse  me  of  thefts,  would  steal  him 
plays  like  mine  ;"  and  then  relates  how  much  labour  he  spends 
in  fitting  for  the  English  stage  what  he  borrows  from  others. 

Tyrannic  Love,  or  the  Virgin  Martyr,  1672,  was  another  trag- 
edy in  rhyme,  conspicuous  for  many  passages  of  strength  and 
elegance,  and  many  of  empty  noise  and  ridiculous  turbulence. 
The  rants  of  Maximin  have  been  always  the  sport  of  criticism  ; 
and  were  at  length,  if  his  own  confession  may  be  trusted,  the 
shame  of  the  writer. 

Of  this  play  he  has  taken  care  to  let  the  reader  know,  that  it 
was  contrived  and  written  in  seven  weeks.  Want  of  time  was 
often  his  excuse,  or  perhaps  shortness  of  time  was  his  private 
boast  in  the  form  of  an  apology. 

It  was  written  before  The  Conquest  of  Granada,  but  published 
after  it.  The  design  is  to  recommend  piety,  "  I  considered 
that  pleasure  was  not  the  only  end  of  poesy  ;  and  that  even  the 
instructions  of  morality  were  not  so  wholly  the  business  of  a  poet, 
as  that  the  precepts  and  examples  of  piety  were  to  be  omitted  ; 
for  to  leave  that  employment  altogether  to  the  clergy,  were  to 
forget  that  religion  was  first  taught  in  verse,  which  the  laziness 
or  dulness  of  succeeding  priesthood  turned  afterward  into 
prose."  Thus  foolishly  could  Dryden  write,  rather  than  not 
show  his  malice  to  the  parsons. 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  231 

The  two  parts  of  The  Conquest  of  Granada,  1672,  are  written 
with  a  seeming  determination  to  glut  the  public  with  dramatic 
wonders  ;  to  exhibit  in  its  highest  elevation  a  theatrical  meteor  of 
incredible  love  and  impossible  valour,  and  to  leave  no  room  for  a 
wilder  flight  to  the  extravagance  of  posterity.  All  the  rays  of 
romantic  heat,  whether  amorous  or  warlike,  glow  in  Almanzor 
by  a  kind  of  concentration.  He  is  above  all  laws  ;  he  is  exempt 
from  all  restraints  ;  he  ranges  the  world  at  will,  and  governs 
wherever  he  appears.  He  fights  without  inquiring  the  cause, 
and  loves  in  spite  of  the  obligations  of  justice,  of  rejection  by 
his  mistress,  and  of  prohibition  from  the  dead.  Yet  the  scenes 
are,  for  the  most  part,  delightful ;  they  exhibit  a  kind  of  illus- 
trious depravity,  and  majestic  madness,  such  as,  if  it  is  some- 
times despised,  is  often  reverenced,  and  in  which  the  ridiculous 
is  mingled  with  the  astonishing. 

In  the  epilogue  to  the  second  part  of  The  Conquest  of  Granada^ 
Dryden  indulges  his  favourite  pleasure  of  discrediting  his  prede- 
cessors ;  and  this  epilogue  he  has  defended  by  a  long  postscript. 
He  had  promised  a  second  dialogue,  in  which  he  should  more 
fully  treat  of  the  virtues  and  faults  of  the  English  poets,  who 
have  written  in  the  dramatic,  epic,  or  lyric  way.  This  promise 
was  never  formally  performed  ;  but,  with  respect  to  the  dramat- 
ic writers,  he  has  given  us  in  his  prefaces,  and  in  this  postscript, 
something  equivalent ;  but  his  purpose  being  to  exalt  himself 
by  the  comparison,  he  shows  faults  distinctly,  and  only  praises 
excellence  in  general  terms. 

A  play  thus  written,  in  professed  defiance  of  probability,  nat 
urally  drew  upon  itself  the  vultures  of  the  theatre.     One  of  the 
critics  that  attacked  it  was  Martin  Clifford,  to  whom  Sprat  ad- 
dressed the  life  of  Cowley,  with  such  veneration  of  his  critical 
powers  as  might  naturally  excite  great  expectations  of  instruc- 
tion from  his  remarks.     But  let  honest  credulity  beware  of  re- 
ceiving characters  from  contemporary  writers.     Clifford's   re- 
marks, by  the  favour  of  Dr.  Percy,  were  at  last  obtained  ;  and, 
that  no  man  may  ever  want  them  more,  I  will  extract  enough  to 
satisfy  all  reasonable  desire. 

In  the  first  letter  his  observation  is  only  general.  "  You  do 
live,"  says  he,  "  in  as  much  ignorance  and  darkness  as  you  did 
in  the  womb  ;  your  writings  are  like  a  Jack  of  oil  trades'  shop  -, 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEX. 

they  have  a  variety,  but  nothing  of  value  ;  and  if  thou  art  not 
the  dullest  plant  animal  that  ever  the  earth  produced,  all  that  I 
have  conversed  with  are  strangely  mistaken  in  thec." 

In  the  second,  he  tells  him  that  Almanzor  is  not  more  copied 
from  Achilles  than  from  ancient  Pistol.  "  But  I  am,"  says  he, 
"  strangely  mistaken  if  I  have  not  seen  this  very  Mmanzor  of 
yours  in  some  disguise  about  this  town,  and  passing  under  an- 
other name.  Pr'ythee  tell  me  true,  was  not  this  lluffcap  once 
the  Indian  Emperor  ?  and  at  another  time  did  he  not  call  himself 
Mu.i-iimx  ?  Was  not  Lyndaraxa,  once  called  Almtira  ?  I  mean, 
under  Montezwna  the  Indian  Emperor.  I  protest  and  vow  they 
are  cither  the  same,  or  so  alike,  that  I  cannot,  for  my  heart,  dis- 
tinguish one  from  the  other.  You  are  therefore  a  strange  un- 
conscionable thief ;  thou  art  not  content  to  steal  from  others,  but 
dost  rob  thy  poor  wretched  self  too." 

Now  was  Settle's  time  to  take  his  revenge.  He  wrote  a  vin- 
dication of  his  own  lines  ;  and,  if  he  is  forced  to  yield  any  thin  g, 
imhcs  reprisals  upon  his  enemy.  To  say  that  his  answer  is 
equal  to  the  censure,  is  no  high  commendation.  To  expose 
Dryden's  method  of  analyzing  his  expressions,  he  tries  the  same 
experiment  upon  the  description  of  the  ships  in  The  Indian  Em- 
ficror,  of  which  however  he  docs  not  deny  the  excellence  ; 
but  intends  to  show,  that  by  studied  misconstruction  every  thing 
may  be  equally  represented  as  ridiculous.  After  so  much  of 
Dryden's  elegant  animadversions,  justice  requires  that  some- 
thing of  Settle's  should  be  exhibited.  The  following  observa- 
tions are  therefore  extracted  from  a  quarto  pamphlet  of  ninety 
five  pages. 

"  Fate  after  him  below  -with  pain  did  move, 
And  victory  could  scarce  keep  pace  above. 

kv  These  two  lines,  if  he  can  show  me  any  sense  or  thought  in,  or 
any  thing  but  bombast  and  noise,  he  shall  make  me  believe  eve- 
ry word  in  his  observations  on  JMorocco  sense. 

In  the  EmJircKS  of  Morocco  were  these  lines  ; 

"  I'll  tivivcl  then  to  sonic  remoter  sphere, 

Till  I  find  out  new  worlds,  and  crown  you  there." 

'  n  which  Dryden  made  this  remark  ; 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  233 

"  I  believe  our  learned  author  takes  a  sphere  for  a  country ; 
the  sphere  of  Morocco  ;  as  if  Morocco  were  the  globe  of  earth 
and  water;  but  a  globe  is  no  sphere  neither,  by  his  leave,"  &c, 
"  So  sphere  must  not  be  sense,  unless  it  relate  to  a  circular 
motion  about  a  globe,  in  which  sense  the  astronomers  use  it, 
I  would  desire  him  to  expound  those  lines  in  Granada  ; 

t(  I'll  to  the  turrets  of  the  palace  go, 
And  add  new  fire  to  those  that  fight  below. 
Thence,  hero  like,  with  torches  by  my  side, 
Far  be  the  omen  tho',  my  love  I'll  guide. 
No,  like  his  better  fortune  I'll  appear, 
With  open  arms,  loose  veil,  and  flowing  hair, 
Just  flying  forward  from  my  rowling  sphere. 

"  I  wonder,  if  he  be  so  strict,  how  he  dares  make  so  bold  with 
sphere  himself,  and  be  so  critical  on  other  men's  writings. 
Fortune  is  fancied  standing  on  a  globe,  not  on  a  sphere,  as  he  told 
us  in  the  first  act. 

"  Because  Elkanaffs  similes  are  the  most  unlike  things  to  what 
they  are  compared  in  the  world,  I'll  venture  to  start  a  simile  in 
his  Annus  Mirahilis  ;  he  gives  this  poetical  description  of  the 
ship  called  The  London  ; 

"  The  goodly  London  in  her  gallant  trim, 

The  Phoenix  daughter  of  the  vanquish.!  old, 

Like  a  rich  bride  does  on  the  ocean  swim, 

And  on  her  shadow  rides  in  floating  gold. 

Her  flag  aloft  spread  ruffling  in  the  wind, 

And  sanguine  streamers  seem'd  the  flood  to  fire  ; 

The  weaver,  charm'd  with  what  his  loom  design'd, 

Goes  on  to  sea,  and  knows  not  to  retire. 

With  roomy  decks,  her  guns  of  mighty  strength, 

Whose  low  laid  mouths  each  mounting  billow  laves, 

Deep  in  her  draught,  and  warlike  in  her  length, 

She  seems  a  sea  wasp  flying  on  the  waves. 

"  What  a  wonderful  pother  is  here,  to  make  all  these  poetical 
beautifications  of  a  ship ;  that  is,  a  phoenix  in  the  first  stanza,  and 
but  a  wasp  in  the  last ;  nay,  to  make  his  humble  comparison  of 
a  wasp  more  ridiculous,  he  does  not  say  it  flies  upon  the  waves 
as  nimbly  as  a  wasp,  or  the  like,  but.  it  seemed  a  wasp.  But  our 
author  at  the  writing  of  this  was  not  in  his  altitudes,  to  compare 
ships  to  floating  palaces ;  a  comparison  to  the  purpose,  was  a 


234  LIFE  OF  DRYDEN 

perfection  lie  did  not  arrive  at,  till  his  Indian  Emperor's  days. 
But  perhaps  his  similitude  has  more  in  it  than  we  imagine  ;  this 
ship  had  a  great  many  guns  in  her,  and  they,  put  ail  together, 
made  the  sting  in  the  wasp's  tail ;  for  this  is  all  the  reason  1  can 
guess,  v  ^y  it  seemed  a  wasji.  But,  because  we  will  allow  him 
all  we  can  to  help  out,  let  it  be  ^phcenix  sea  was/i,  and  the  rari- 
ty of  such  an  animal  may  do  much  toward  heightening  the 
fancy. 

"  It  had  been  much  more  to  his  purpose,  if  he  had  designed 
to  render  the  senseless  play  little,  to  have  searched  for,  some 
such  pedantry  as  this  ; 

"  Two  ifs  scarce  make  one  possibility. 
If  justice  will  take  all,  and  nothing  give, 
Justice,  methinks,  is  not  distributive. 
To  die  or  kill  you,  is  the  alternative, 
Rather  than  take  your  life,  I  will  not  live. 

"  Observe  how  prettily  our  author  chops  logic  in  heroic 
verse.  Three  such  fustian  canting  words  as  distributive^  alter- 
native, and  two  {/«,  no  man  but  himself  would  have  come  within 
the  noise  of.  But  he  's  a  man  of  general  learning,  and  all  comes 
into  his  play. 

"  'Twould  have  done  well  too  if  he  could  have  met  with  a 
rant  or  two,  worth  the  observation  ;  such  as, 

'*  Move  swiftly,  sun,  and  fly  a  lover's  pace  ; 
Leave  months  and  weeks  behind  thee  in  thy  race. 

"  But  surely  the  sun,  whether  he  flies  a  lover's  or  not  a 
lover's  pace,  leaves  weeks  and  months,  nay  years  too,  behind 
him  in  his  race. 

"  Poor  Robin,  or  any  other  of  the  philomathematics,  would 
have  given  him  satisfaction  in  the  point. 

"  If  I  could  kill  thee  now,  thy  fate's  so  low. 
That  I  must  stoop,  ere  I  can  give  the  blow. 
But  mine  is  fixt  so  far  above  thy  crown, 
That  all  thy  men, 
Piled  on  thy  back,  can  never  pull  it  down. 

"  Now  where  it  is  that  Almanzor's  fate  is  fixt,  I  cannot  guess ; 
but  wherever  it  is,  I  believe  Almanzor,  and  think  that  all  Abdal- 
?a's  subjects,  piled  upon  one  another,  might  not  pull  down  his 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  235 

fate  so  well  as  without  piling- ;  beside,  I  think  Abclalla  so  wise  a 
man,  that  if  Almanzor  had  told  him  piling  his  men  upon  his 
back  might  do  the  feat,  he  would  scarcely  bear  such  a  weight, 
for  the  pleasure  of  the  exploit ;  but  it  is  a  huff,  and  let  Abdalla 
do  it  if  he  dare. 

"  The  people  like  a  headlong  torrent  go, 
And  every  dam  they  break  or  overflow. 
But,  unoppos'd,  they  either  lose  their  force, 
Or  wind  in  volumes  to  their  former  course  ; 

a  very  pretty  allusion,  contrary  to  all  sense  or  reason.  Torrents, 
I  take  it,  let  them  wind  never  so  much,  can  never  return  to  their 
former  course,  unless  he  can  suppose  that  fountains  can  go  up- 
ward, which  is  impossible  ;  nay  more,  in  the  foregoing  page  he 
tells  us  so  too  ;  a  trick  of  a  very  unfaithful  memory, 

"  But  can  no  more  than  fountains  upward  flow, 

which  of  a  torrent,  which  signifies  a  rapid  stream,  is  much  more 
impossible.  Beside,  if  he  goes  to  quibble,  and  say  that  it  is 
possible  by  art,  water  may  be  made  return,  and  the  same  water 
run  twice  in  one  and  the  same  channel ;  then  he  quite  confutes 
what  he  says ;  for  it  is  by  being  opposed,  that  it  runs  into  its 
former  course ;  for  al!  engines  that  make  water  so  return,  do  it 
by  compulsion  and  opposition.  Or,  if  he  means  a  headlong  tor- 
rent for  a  tide,  which  would  be  ridiculous,  yet  they  do  not  wind 
in  volumes,  but  come  fore  right  back,  if  their  upright  lies  straight 
to  their  former  course,  and  that  by  opposition  of  the  sea  water, 
that  drives  them  back  again. 

"  And  for  fancy,  when  he  lights  of  any  thing  like  it,  'tis  a  won- 
der if  it  be  not  borrowed.  As  here,  for  example  of,  I  find  this 
fanciful  thought  in  his  Ann.  Mirab. 

"  Old  Father  Thames  rais'd  up  his  reverend  head  ; 
But  fear'd  the  fate  of  Simoeis  would  return  ; 
Deep  in  his  ooze  he  sought  his  sedgy  bed  ; 
And  shrunk  his  waters  back  into  his  urn. 

"  This  is  stolen  from  Cowley's  Davideis,  p.  9. 

"  Swift  Jordan  started,  and  straight  backward  fled, 
Hiding  among  thick  reeds  his  aged  head. 
And  when  the  Spaniards  their  assault  begin, 
At  ouce  beat  those  without  and  those  within. 

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236  L1FK  01    UHYDEX. 

"  This  Almanxor  speaks  of  himself;  and  sure  for  one  man  to 
conquer  an  army  within  the  city,  and  another  without  the  city, at 
once,  is  something  difficult ;  but  this  flight  is  pardonable  to  some 
\ve  meet  with  in  Granada  ;  Osmin,  speaking  of  Almanzor, 

"  Who,  like  a  tempest  that  outrides  the  wind, 
Made  a  just  battle,  ere  the  bodies  join'd. 

4 

Pray,  what  docs  this  honourable  person  mean  by  a  tem/iest  tliat 
outrides  the  wind  !  a  tempest  that  outrides  itself  ?  To  suppose 
a  tempest  without  wind,  is  as  bad  as  supposing  a  man  to  walk 
without  feet  ;  for  if  he  supposes  the  tempest  to  be  something 
distinct  from  the  wind,  yet,  as  being  the  effect  of  wind  only,  to 
come  before  the  cause  is  a  little  preposterous  ;  so  that,  if  he  takes 
it  one  way,  or  if  he  takes  it  the  other,  those  two  ifs  will  scarcely 
make  one  possibility"  Enough  of  Settle. 

Marriage  alamode,  1673,  is  a  comedy  dedicated  to  the  earl  of 
Rochester  ;  whom  he  acknowledges  not  only  as  the  defender  of 
his  poetry,  but  the  promoter  of  his  fortune.  Langbaine  places 
this  play  in  1673.  The  earl  of  Rochester,  therefore,  was  the  fa- 
mous Wilmot,  whom  yet  tradition  always  represents  as  an  enemy 
to  Dryden,  and  who  is  mentioned  by  him  with  some  disrespect 
in  the  preface  to  Juvenal. 

The  Assignation^  or  Love  in  a  Nunnery,  a  comedy,  1673,  was 
driven  off  the  stage,  against  the  ojtinion^  as  the  author  says,  of  the 
best  judges.  It  is  dedicated,  in  a  very  elegant  address,  to  sir 
Charles  Sedlcy  ;  in  which  he  finds  an  opportunity  for  his  usual 
complaint  of  hard  treatment  and  unreasonable  censure. 

Amboyna,  1673,  is  a  tissue  of  mingled  dialogue  in  verse  and 
prose,  and  was  perhaps  written  in  less  time  than  The  Virgin  Mar- 
<ijr ;  though  the  author  thought  not  fit  either  ostentatiously  or 
mournfully  to  tell  how  little  labour  it  cost  him,  or  at  how  short 
a  warning  he  produced  it.  It  was  a  temporary  performance, 
written  in  the  time  of  the  Dutch  war,  to  inflame  the  nation 
against  their  enemies  ;  to  whom  he  hopes,  as  he  declares  in  his 
epilogue,  to  make  his  poetry  not  less  destructive  than  that  by 
which  Tyrtaeus  of  old  animated  the  Spartans.  This  play  was 
written  in  the  second  Dutch  war,  in  1673. 

Troilus  and  Cressida,  \  679,  is  a  play  altered  from  Shakespeare  ; 
but  so  altered,  that,  even  in  Langbaine's  opinion,  "  the  last  scene 
in  the  third  act  is  a  masterpiece."  It  is  introduced  by  a  discourse 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEX. 

oil  "  the  Grounds  of  Criticism  in  Tragedy,"  to  which  I  suspect 
that  Rymer's  book  had  given  occasion. 

The  Spanish  Fryar,  1681,  is  a  tragicomedy,  eminent  for  the 
happy  coincidence  and  coalition  of  the  two  plots.  As  it  was 
written  against  the  papists,  it  would  naturally  at  that  time  have 
friends  and  enemies  ;  and  partly  by  the  popularity  which  it  ob- 
tained at  first,  and  partly  by  the  real  power  both  of  the  serious 
and  risible  part,  it  continued  long  a  favourite  of  the  public. 

It  was  Dry  den's  opinion,  at  least  for  some  time,  and  he  main- 
tains it  in  the  dedication  of  this  play,  that  the  drama  required  an 
alteration  of  comic  and  tragic  scenes  ;  and  that  it  is  necessary  to 
mitigate,  by  alleviations  of  merriment  the  pressure  of  ponderous 
events,  and  the  fatigue  of  toilsome  passions.     "  Whoever,"  says 
he,  "  cannot  perform  both  parts,  is  but  half  a  writer  for  the  stage" 
The  Duke  of  Guise,  a.  tragedy,  1683,  written  in  conjunction 
with  Lee,  as  Oedipus  had  been  before,  seems  to  deserve  notice 
only  for  the  offence  which  it  gave  to  the  remnant  of  the  cove- 
nanters, and  in  general  to  the  enemies  of  the  court,  who  attacked 
him  with  great  violence,  and  were  answered  by  him  ;  though  at 
last  he  seems  to  withdraw  from  the  conflict,  by  transferring  the 
greater  part  of  the  blame  or  merit  to  his  partner.     It  happened 
that  a  contract  had  been  made  between  them,  by  which  they  were 
to  join  in  writing  a  play  ;  and  "  he  happened,"  says  Dryden,  "  to 
claim  the  promise  just  upon  the  finishing  of  a  poem,  when  I 
would  have  been  glad  of  a  little  respite.     Two  thirds  of  it  be- 
longed to  him  ;  and  to  me  only  the  first  scene  of  the  play,  the 
whole  fourth  act,  and  the  first  half,  or  somewhat  more  of  the 

fifth." 

This  was  a  play  written  professedly  for  the  party  of  the  duke 
of  York,  whose  succession  was  then  opposed.  A  parallel  is  in- 
tended between  the  leaguers  of  France  and  the  covenanters  of 
England  ;  and  this  intention  produced  the  controversy. 

Albion  and  Albanius,  1685,  is  a  musical  drama  or  opera,  writ- 
ten like  The  Duke  of  Guise,  against  the  republicans.  With  what 
success  it  was  performed,  I  have  not  found.* 

*  Dowries  says,  it  was  performed  on  a  very  unlucky  day,  viz.  that  ou 
which  the  duke  of  Monraouth  landed  in  the  West ;  and  he  intimates,  that 
the  consternation  into  which  the  kingdom  was  thrown  by  this  event  was  a 
reason  why  it  was  performed  hut  six  times,  and  was  in  general  ill  receiv- 
ed. H. 


238  LirE  OF  DRYUEK 


The  SliHc  (jf  Inwccnccand  Fallof  Man,  1  675,  is  termed  by 
an  opera  ;  it  is  rather  a  tragedy  in  heroic  rhyme,  but  of  which 
the  personages  are  such  as  cannot  decently  be  exhibited  on  the 
stage.  Some  such  production  was  foreseen  by  Marvel,  who 
writes  thus  to  Milton  ; 

"  Or  if  a  work  so  infinite  be  spann'tl, 

Jealous  1  was  lest  some  less  skilful  hand, 

Such  as  disquiet  always  Avhat  is  well, 

And  by  ill  imitating  would  excel, 

Might  hence  presume  the  whole  creation's  day, 

To  change  in  scenes,  and  show  it  in  a  play." 

It  is  another  of  his  hasty  productions  ;  for  the  heat  of  his  im- 
agination raised  it  in  a  month. 

This  composition  is  addressed  to  the  princess  of  Modcna,  then 
clutchess  of  York,  in  a  strain  of  flattery  which  disgraces  genius, 
and  which  it  was  wonderful  that  any  man  that  knew  the  meaning 
of  his  own  words,  could  use  without  self  detestation.  It  is  an  at- 
tempt to  mingle  earth  and  heaven,  by  praising  human  excellence 
in  the  language  of  religion. 

The  preface  contains  an  apology  for  heroic  verse  and  poetic 
license  ;  by  which  is  meant  not  any  liberty  taken  in  contracting 
or  extending  words,  but  the  use  of  bold  fictions  and  ambitious 
figures. 

The  reason  which  he  gives  for  printing  what  was  never  acted, 
cannot  be  overpassed  ;  u  I  was  induced  to  it  in  my  own  defence, 
many  hundred  copies  of  it  being  dispersed  abroad  without  my 
knowledge  or  consent  ;  and  every  one  gathering  new  faults,  it 
became  at  length  a  libel  against  me."  These  copies,  as  they 
gathered  faults,  were  apparently  manuscript,  and  he  lived  in  an 
age  very  unlike  ours,  if  many  hundred  copies  of  fourteen  hun- 
dred lines  were  likely  to  be  transcribed.  An  author  has  a  right 
to  print  his  own  works,  and  need  not  seek  an  apology  in  false. 
hood  ;  but  he  that  could  bear  to  write  the  dedication  felt  no  pain 
in  writing  the  preface. 

Aurcng  Zcbe,  1676,  is  a  tragedy  founded  on  the  actions  of  a 
great  prince  then  reigning,  but  over  nations  not  likely  to  em- 
ploy their  critics  upon  the  transactions  of  the  English  stage.  If 
he  had  known  and  disliked  his  own  character,  our  trade  was  not 
in  those  times  secure  from  his  resentment.  His  country  is  at 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEX.  -39 

such  a  distance,  that  the  manners  might  be  saiely  falsified,  and 
the  incidents  feigned;  for  remoteness  of  place  is  remarked 
by  Racine,  to  afford  the  same  conveniences  to  a  poet  as  length 
of  time. 

This  play  is  written  in  rhyme,  and  has  the  appearance  of  being 
the  most  elaborate  of  all  the  dramas.  The  personages  are  im- 
perial ;  but  the  dialogue  is  often  domestic,  and  therefore  suscep- 
tible of  sentiments  accommodated  to  familiar  incidents.  The 
complaint  of  life  is  celebrated,  and  there  are  many  other  passa- 
ges that  may  be  read  with  pleasure. 

This  play  is  addressed  to  the  earl  of  Mulgrave,  afterward  duke 
of  Buckingham,  himself,  if  not  a  poet,  yet  a  writer  of  verses,  and 
a  critic.  In  this  address  Dryden  gave  the  first  hints  of  his  inten- 
tion to  write  an  epic  poem.  He  mentions  his  design  in  terms 
so  obscure,  that  he  seems  afraid  lest  his  plan  should  be  purloin- 
ed, as  he  says,  happened  to  him  when  he  told  it  more  plainly  in 
his  preface  to  Juvenal.  "  The  design,"  says  he,  "  you  know  is 
great,  the  story  English,  and  neither  too  near  the  present  times? 
nor  too  distant  from  them." 

All  for  Love,  or  the  World  well  Lost,  1678,  a  tragedy  founded 
upon  the  story  of  Antony  and  Cleopatra,  he  tells  us,  "  is  the  only 
play  which  he  wrote  for  himself ;"  the  rest  were  given  to  the- 
people.  It  is  by  universal  consent  accounted  the  work  in  which 
he  has  admitted  the  fewest  improprieties  of  style  or  character  ; 
but  it  has  one  fault  equal  to  many,  though  rather  moral  than 
critical,  that,  by  admitting  the  romantic  omnipotence  of  love,  he 
has  recommended,  as  laudable  and  worthy  of  imitation,  that  con- 
duct which,  through  all  ages,  the  good  have  censured  as  vicious, 
and  the  bad  despised  as  foolish. 

Of  this  play  the  prologue  and  the  epilogue,  though  written 
upon  the  common  topics  of  malicious  and  ignorant  criticism? 
and  without  any  particular  relation  to  the  characters  or  incidents 
of  the  drama,  are  deservedly  celebrated  for  their  elegance  and 
sprightliness. 

Limberham,  or  the  kind  Keeper,  1  680,  is  a  comedy,  which,  af- 
ter the  third  night,  was  prohibited  as  too  indecent  for  the  stage. 
What  gave  offence,  was  in  the  printing,  as  the  author  says,  altered 
ov  omitted.  Dryden  confesses  that  its  indecency  was  objected 
to;  but  Lnngbaino.  who  yet  seldom  favours  him*  imputes,  its 


LIFE  OF  DHVDEN. 

expulsion  to  resentment,  because  it  "  so  much  exposed  the  keep- 
ing part  of  the  town." 

Ocdi/tus,  1679,  is  a  tragedy  formed  by  Dryden  and  Lee,  in 
conjunction,  from  the  works  of  Sophocles,  Seneca,  and  Corneille. 
Dryden  planned  the  scenes,  and  composed  the  first  and  third 
acts. 

Don  Sebastian^  1690,  is  commonly  esteemed  either  the  first 
or  second  of  his  dramatic  performances.  It  is  too  long  to  be  all 
acted,  and  has  many  characters  and  many  incidents  ;  and  though 
it  is  not  without  sallies  of  frantic  dignity,  and  more  noise  than 
meaning,  yet  as  it  makes  approaches  to  the  possibilities  of  real 
life,  and  has  some  sentiments  which  leave  a  strong  impression, 
it  continued  long  to  attract  attention.  Amidst  the  distresses  of 
princes,  and  the  vicissitudes  of  empire,  are  inserted  several 
scenes  which  the  writer  intended  for  comic  ;  but  which,  I  sup- 
pose, that  age  did  not  much  commend,  and  this  would  not  endure. 
There  are,  however,  passages  of  excellence  universally  acknowl- 
edged ;  the  dispute  and  the  reconciliation  of  Dorax  and  Sebas- 
tian has  always  been  admired. 

This  play  was  first  acted  in  1690,  after  Dryden  had  for  some 
years  discontinued  dramatic  poetry. 

Amfihytrion  is  a  comedy  derived  from  Plautus  and  Moliere. 
The  dedication  is  dated  Oct.  1690.  This  play  seems  to  have 
succeeded  at  its  first  appearance  ;  and  was,  I  think,  long  consid- 
ered as  a  very  diverting  entertainment. 

Clcomenes,  1692,  is  a  tragedy,  only  remarkable  as  it  occasioned 
an  incident  related  in  the  Guardian,  and  illusively  mentioned  by 
Dryden  in  his  preface.  As  he  came  out  from  the  representa- 
tion, he  was  accosted  thus  by  some  airy  stripling  ;  "  Had  I  been 
left  alone  with  a  young  beauty,  I  would  not  have  spent  my  time 
like  your  Spartan."  "  That  sir,"  said  Dryden,  "  perhaps  is 
true  ;  but  give  me  leave  to  tell  you  that  you  are  no  hero." 

King  Arthur,  1691,  is  another  opera.  It  was  the  last  work 
that  Dryden  performed  for  king  Charles,  who  did  not  live  to  see 
it  exhibited  ;  and  it  does  not  seem  to  have  been  ever  brought  up- 
on the  stage.*  In  the  dedication  to  the  marquis  of  Halifax,  there 
is  a  very  elegant  character  of  Charles,  and  a  pleasing  account  of 

This  is  a  mistake.     It  was  set  to  music  by  Parcel!,  and  well  received, 
and  is  yet  a  favourite  entertainment.     II. 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  241 

his  latter  life.  When  this  was  first  brought  upon  the  stage, 
news  that  the  duke  of  Monmonth  had  landed  was  told  in  the 
theatre  ;  upon  which  the  company  departed,  and  Arthur  was  ex- 
hibited no  more. 

His  last  drama  was  Love  Triumphant,  a  tragicomedy.  In  his 
dedication  to  the  earl  of  Salisbury  he  mentions  "  the  lowness  of 
fortune  to  which  he  has  voluntarily  reduced  himself,  and  of 
which  he  has  no  reason  to  be  ashamed." 

This  play  appeared  in  1694.  It  is  said  to  have  been  unsuc- 
cessful. The  catastrophe,  proceeding  merely  from  a  change  of 
mind,  is  confessed  by  the  author  to  be  defective.  Thus  he  began 
and  ended  his  dramatic  labours  with  ill  success. 

From  such  a  number  of  theatrical  pieces,  it  will  be  supposed, 
by  most  readers,  that  he  must  have  improved  his  fortune  ;  at 
least,  that  such  diligence  with  such  abilities  must  have  set  pen- 
ury at  defiance.  But  in  Dryden's  time  the  drama  was  very  far 
from  that  universal  approbation  which  it  has  now  obtained.  The 
playhouse  was  abhorred  by  the  puritans,  and  avoided  by  those 
who  desired  the  character  of  seriousness  or  decency.  A  grave 
lawyer  would  have  debased  his  dignity,  and  a  young  trader 
would  have  impaired  his  credit,  by  appearing  in  those  man- 
sions of  dissolute  licentiousness.  The  profits  of  the  theatre, 
when  so  many  classes  of  the  people  were  deducted  from  the  au- 
dience, were  not  great ;  and  the  poet  had,  for  a  long  time,  but 
a  single  night.  The  first  that  had  two  nights  was  Southern  ; 
and  the  first  that  had  three  was  Rowe.  There  were,  however, 
in  those  days,  arts  of  improving  a  poet's  profit,  which  Dtyden 
forbore  to  practise  ;  and  a  play  therefore  seldom  produced  him 
more  than  a  hundred  pounds,  by  the  accumulated  gain  of  the 
third  night,  the  dedication,  and  the  copy. 

Almost  every  piece  had  a  dedication,  written  with  such  ele- 
gance and  luxuriance  of  praise,  as  neither  haughtiness  nor  ava- 
rice could  be  imagined  able  to  resist.  But  he  seems  to  have 
made  flattery  too  cheap.  That  praise  is  worth  nothing  of  which 
the  price  is  known. 

To  increase  the  value  of  his  copies,  he  often  accompanied  his 
work  with  a  preface  of  criticism  ;  a  kind  of  learning  then  almost 
new  in  the  English  language,  and  which  he,  who  had  considered 
with  great  accuracy  the  principles  of  writing,  was  able  to  distri- 


i242  UFE  01    UUVDL.V 

butc  copiously  ua  occasions  arose.  By  these  dissertations  the 
public  judgment  must  have  been  much  improved  ;  and  Swift, 
who  conversed  with  Dry  den,  relates,  that  he  regretted  the  suc- 
cess of  his  own  instructions,  and  found  his  readers  made  sudden- 
ly too  skilful  to  be  easily  satisfied. 

His  prologues  had  such  reputation,  that  for  some  time  a  play 
was  considered  as  less  likely  to  be  well  received,  if  some  of  his 
verses  did  not  introduce  it.  The  price  of  a  prologue,  was  two 
guineas,  till,  being  asked  to  write  one  for  Mr.  Southern,  he  de- 
manded three.  "  Not,"  said  he,  "  young  man,  out  of  disrespect 
to  you  ;  but  the  players  have  had  my  goods  too  cheap." 

Though  he  declares  that  in  his  own  opinion  his  genius  was 
not  dramatic,  he  had  great  confidence  in  his  own  fertility  ;  for 
he  is  said  to  have  engaged,  by  contract,  to  furnish  four  plays  a 
year. 

It  is  certain  that  in  one  year,  1678,*  he  published  All  for  Love, 
Assignation,  two  parts  of  the  Conquest  of  Granada,  Sir  Martin 
Marall,  and  the  Stale  of  Innocence^  six  complete  plays  ;  with  a 
celerity  of  performance,  which,  though  all  Langbaine's  charges 
of  plagiarism  should  be  allowed,  shows  such  facility  of  compo- 
sition, such  readiness  of  language,  and  such  copiousness  of  sen- 
timent as,  since  the  time  of  Lopez  de  Vega,  perhaps  no  other 
author  has  possessed. 

He  did  not  enjoy  his  reputation,  however  great,  nor  his  profits, 
however  small,  without  molestation.  He  had  critics  to  endure, 
and  rivals  to  oppose.  The  two  most  distinguished  wits  of  the 
nobility,  the  duke  of  Buckingham  and  earl  of  Rochester,  declar- 
ed themselves  his  enemies, 

Buckingham  characterized  him,  in  1671,  by  the  name  of 
JBayes  in  The  Rehearsal ;  a  farce  which  he  is  said  to  have  writ- 
ten with  the  assistance  of  Butler,  the  author  of  Hudibras  ;  Mar- 
tin Clifford,  of  the  charter  house  ;  and  Dr.  Sprat,  the  friend  of 
Cowley,  then  his  chaplain.  Dryclen  and  his  friends  laughed  at 
the  length  of  time,  and  the  number  of  hands  employed  upon 
this  performance  ;  in  which,  though  by  some  artifice  of  action  it 

*  Dr.  Johnson  iu  this  assertion  was    misledfby  Langbaine.     Only  one  of 
these  plays  appeared  in  1G78.     Nor  were  there  more  than  three  in  any  one 
year.    The  dales  are  now  added  from  Unoriginal  editions.    R. 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  243 

yet  keeps  possession  of  the  stage,  it  is  not  possible  now  to  find 
any  thing  that  might  not  have  been  written  without  so  long 
delay,  or  a  confederacy  so  numerous. 

To  adjust  the  minute  events  of  literary  history,  is  tedious  and 
troublesome  ;  it  requires  indeed  no  great  force  of  understanding, 
but  often  depends  upon  inquiries  which  there  is  no  opportunity 
of  making,  or  is  to  be  fetched  from  books  and  pamphlets  not  al- 
ways at  hand. 

The  Rehearsal  was  played  in  1671,*  and  yet  Is  represented  as 
ridiculing  passages  in  The  Conquest  of  Granada  f  and  ds&igna- 
tion,  which  were  nut  published  till  1678  ;  in  Marriage  alamode^ 
published  in  1673;  and  in  Tyrannic  Love,  in  1677.  These 
contradictions  show  how  rashly  satire  is  applied4 

It  is  suid  that  this  farce  was  originally  intended  against  Dav- 
enant,  who,  in  the  first  draught  was  characterized  by  the  name 
of  Bilboa.  Davenant  had  been  a  soldier  and  an  adventurer. 

There  is  one  passage  in  The  Rehearsal  still  remaining,  which 
seems  to  have  related  originally  to  Davenant.  Bayes  hurts  his 
nose,  and  comes  in  with  brown  paper  applied  to  the  bruise  ; 
how  this  affected  Dryden  does  not  appear.  Davenant's  nose  had 
suffered  such  diminution  by  mishaps  among  the  women,  that  a 
patch  upon  that  part  evidently  denoted  him. 

It  is  said  likewise  that  sir  Robert  Howard  was  once  meant. 
The  design  was  probably  to  ridicule  the  reigning  poet,  whoever 
he  might  be. 

Much  of  the  personal  satire,  to  which  it  might  owe  its  first 
reception,  is  now  lost  or  obscured.  JBaycs  probably  imitated  the 
clress,  and  mimicked  the  manner  of  Dryden  ;  the  cant  words 
which  are  so  often  in  his  mouth  may  be  supposed  to  have  been. 
Dryden's  habitual  phrases,  or  customary  exclamations.  £ayes, 
when  he  is  to  write,  is  blooded  and  purged ;  this,  as  Lamotte 
relates  himself  to  have  heard,  was  the  real  practice  of  the  poet. 

*  It  was  published  in  1672.    R. 

f  The  Conquest  of  Granada  was  published  in  1672  ;  The  Assignation,  in 
1673  ;  Marriage  alamock  in  the  same  year;  and  Tyrannic  Love,  in  1C7C. 

t  There  is  no  contradiction,  according  to  Mr.  Malone,  but  what  arises 
from  Dr.  Johnson's  having  copied  the   erroneous  dates  assigned  to  these 
plays  by  Langbaine.    C. 
VOL.   I. 


244  LIKK  OK  DRYDEK. 


There  were  other  strokes  in  The  Rehearsal  by  which  malice 
was  gratified  ;  the  debate  between  love  and  honour,  which  keeps 
prince  Volatile  in  a  single  boot,  is  said  to  have  alluded  to  the 
misconduct  of  the  duke  of  Ormond,  who  lost  Dublin  to  the  reb- 
els while  he  was  toying  with  a  mistress. 

The  earl  of  Rochester,  to  suppress  the  reputation  of  Dryden 

took  Settle  into  his  protection,  and  endeavoured  to  persuade  the 

public  that  its  approbation  had  been  to  that  time  misplaced. 

Settle  was  awhile  in  high  reputation  ;  his  Emfiress  of  Morocco, 

having  first  delighted  the  town,  was  carried  in  triumph  to  White- 

hall, and  played  by  the  ladies  of  the  court.     Now  was  the  poet- 

ical  meteor   at  the  highest  ;  the  next  moment  began  its  fall. 

Rochester  withdrew  his  patronage  ;  seemingly  resolved,  says  one 

of  his  biographers,  "  to  have  a  judgment  contrary  to  that  of  the 

town  ;"  perhaps  being  unable  to  endure  any  reputation  beyond  a 

certain  height,  even  when  he  had  himself  contributed  to  raise  it. 

Neither  critics  nor  rivals  did  Dryden  much  mischief,  unless 

they  gained  from  his  own  temper  the  power  of  vexing  him, 

which  his  frequent  bursts  of  resentment  gave  reason  to  suspect. 

He  is  a;  ways  angry  at  some  past,  or  afraid  of  some  future  cen- 

sure ;  but  he  lessens  the  smart  of  his  wounds  by  the  balm  of  his 

own  approbation,  and  endeavours  to  repel  the  shafts  of  criticism 

by  opposing  a  shield  of  adamantine  confidence. 

The  perpetual  accusation  produced  against  him,  was  that  of 
plagiarism,  against  which  he  never  attempted  any  vigorous  de- 
fence ;  for  though  he  was  perhaps  sometimes  injuriously  cen- 
sured, he  would,  by  denying  part  of  the  charge,  have  confessed 
the  rest  ;  and,  as  his  adversaries  had  the  proof  in  their  own 
hands,  he,  who  knew  that  wit  had  little  power  against  facts,  wisely 
left,  in  that  perplexity  which  it  generally  produces,  a  question 
which  it  was  his  interest  to  suppress,  and  which,  unless  provoked 
by  vindication,  few  were  likely  to  examine. 

Though  the  life  of  a  writer,  from  about  thirty  five  to  sixty  three, 
may  be  supposed  to  have  been  sufficiently  busied  by  the  compo- 
sition of  eight  and  twenty  pieces  for  the  stage,  Dryden  found 
room  in  the  same  space  for  many  other  undertakings. 

But,  how  much  soever  he  wrote,  he  was  at  least  once  suspect- 
ed of  writing  more  ;  for,  in  1679,  a  paper  of  verses,  called  An 
Jts&ay  on  Satire,  was  shown  about  in  manuscript  ;  by  which  the 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  245 

carl  of  Rochester,  the  dutchess  of  Portsmouth,  and  others,  were 
so  much  provoked,  that,  as  was  supposed,  for  the  actors  were 
never  discovered,  they  procured  Dryden,  whom  they  suspected  as 
the  author,  to  be  waylaid  and  beaten.  This  incident  is  mentioned 
by  the  duke  of  Buckinghamshire,*  the  true  writer,  in  his  Art  of 
Poetry  ;  where  he  says  of  Dryden, 

Though  prais'd  and  beaten  for  another's  rhymes, 
His  own  deserve  as  great  applause  sometimes. 

His  reputation  in  time  was  such,  that  his  name  was  thought 
necessary  to  the  success  of  every  poetical  or  literary  performance, 
and  therefore  he  was  engaged  to  contribute  something,  whatever 
it  might  be,  to  many  publications.  He  prefixed  the  life  of  Poly- 
bius  to  the  translation  of  sir  Henry  Sheers  ;  and  those  of  Lucian 
and  Plutarch,  to  versions  of  their  works  by  different  hands.  Of 
the  English  Tacitus  he  translated  the  first  book  ;  and,  if  Gordon 
be  credited,  translated  it  from  the  French.  Such  a  charge  can 
hardly  be  mentioned  without  some  degree  of  indignation  ;  but  it 
is  not,  I  suppose,  so  much  to  be  inferred,  that  Dryden  wanted 
the  literature  necessary  to  the  perusal  of  Tacitus,  as  that,  con- 
sidering himself  as  hidden  in  a  crowd,  he  had  no  awe  of  the  pub- 
lic ;  and,  writing  merely  for  money,  was  contented  to  get  it  by 
the  nearest  way. 

In  1680,  the  Epistles  of  Ovid  being  translated  by  the  poets  of 
the  time,  among  which  one  was  the  work  of  Dryden,  and  another 
of  Dryden  and  lord  Mulgrave,  it  was  necessary  to  introduce  them 
by  a  preface  ;  and  Dryden,  who  on  such  occasions  was  regularly 
summoned,  prefixed  a  discourse  upon  translation,  which  was  then 
struggling  for  the  liberty  that  it  now  enjoys.  Why  it  should 
find  any  difficulty  in  breaking  the  shackles  of  verbal  interpreta- 
tion, which  must  for  ever  debar  it  from  elegance,  it  would  be 
difficult  to  conjecture,  were  not  the  power  of  prejudice  every 
day  observed.  The  authority  of  Jon  son,  Sandys  and  Holiday, 
had  fixed  the  judgment  of  the  nation  ;  and  it  was  not  easily  be- 
lieved that  a  better  way  could  be  found  than  they  had  taken, 
though  Fanshaw,  Denham,  Waller,  and  Cowley,  had  tried  to 
give  examples  of  a  different  practice. 

In  1681,  Dryden  became  yet  more  conspicuous  by  uniting 
politics  with  poetry,  in  the  memorable  satire  called  Absalom  and 

*  .Mentioned  by  A.  Wood,  Afhcn.  Oxon.  Vol.  II.  p.  804.  2d.  cd.     f. 


246  LI  Ft:  OF  UllViJFA. 

Acldtofihd,  written  against  the  faction  which,  by  lord  Shaftesbu- 
ry's  incitement,  set  the  duke  of  Monmouth  at  its  head. 

Of  this  poem,  in  which  personal  satire  was  applied  to  the 
support  of  public  principles,  and  in  which  therefore  every  mind 
was  interested,  the  reception  was  eager,  and  the  sale  so  large, 
that  my  father,  an  old  bookseller,  told  me  he  had  not  known  it 
equalled  but  by  Sacheverell'a  Trial, 

The  reason  of  this  general  perusal  Addison  has  attempted  to 
derive  from  the  delight  which  the  mind  feels  in  the  investigation 
of  secrets  ;  and  thinks  that  curiosity  to  dccypher  the  names 
procured  readers  to  the  poem.  There  is  no  i.eed  to  inquire  why 
those  verses  were  read,  which,  to  all  the  attractions  of  wit,  ele- 
gance, and  harmony,  added  the  co-operation  of  all  the  factious 
passions,  and  filled  every  mind  with  triumph  or  resentment. 

It  could  not  be  supposed  that  all  the  provocation  given  by  Dry- 
den  would  be  endured  without  resistance  or  reply.  Both  his 
person  and  his  party  were  exposed  in  their  turns  to  the  shafts  of 
satire,  which,  though  neither  so  well  pointed,  nor  perhaps  so  well 
aimed,  undoubtedly  drew  blood. 

One  of  these  poems  is  called  Dryden's  Satire  on  his  Muse  ;  as- 
cribed, though,  as  Pope  says,  falsely,  to  Somers,  who  was  after- 
ward chancellor.  The  poem,  whose  soever  it  was,  has  much  vir- 
ulence, and  some  sprightliness.  The  writer  tells  all  the  ill  that 
he  can  collect,  both  of  Dryclen  and  his  friends. 

The  poem  of  Absalom  and  Achitofihd  had  two  answers,  now 
both  forgotten  ;  one  called  Azaria  and  Hushed  ;*  the  other  Absa- 
lom senior.     Of  these  hostile  compositions,  Dryden  apparently 
imputes  Absalom  senior  to  Settle,  by  quoting  in  his  verses  against 
him  the  second  line.     Azaria  and  Hushai  was,  as  Wood  says 
imputed   to  him,  though  it  is  somewhat  unlikely  that  he  should 
write  twice  on  the  same  occasion.     This  is  a  difficulty  which  I 
cannot  remove,  fcr  want  of  a  minuter  knowledge   of  poetical 
transactions. 

The  same  year  he  published  The  Medal,  of  which  the  subject 
is  a  medal  struck  on  lord  Shaftesbury's  escape  from  a  prosecu- 
tion, by  the  ignoramus  (£*  grand  jury  of  Londoners. 

"  Azaria  and  Huchai  was  AvriUcn  by  Samuel  Tordacre,  adramatie  vri 
of  that  time.     C. 


, 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  247 

In  both  poems  he  maintains  the  same  principles,  and  saw  them 
both  attacked  by  the  same  antagonist.     Elkanah  Settle,  who  had 
answered  Absalom^  appeared  with  equal  courage  in  opposition  to 
The  Medal ;  and  published  an  answer  called  The  Medal  reversed^ 
with  so  much  success  in  both  .encounters,  that  he  left  the  palm 
doubtful,  and  divided  the  suffrages  of  the  nation.     Such  are  the 
revolutions  of  fame,  or  such  is  the  prevalence  of  fashion,  that  the 
man,  whose  works  have  not  yet  been  thought  to  deserve  the  care 
of  collecting  them,  who  died  forgotten  in  an 'hospital,  and  whose 
latter  years  were  spent  in  contriving  shows  for  fairs,  and  carry- 
ing an  elegy  or  epithalamium,  of  which  the  beginning  and  end 
were  occasionally  varied,  but  the  intermediate  parts  were  always 
the  same,  to  every  house  where  there  was  a  funeral  or  a  wedding, 
might  with  truth  have  had  inscribed  upon  his  stone, 

Here  lies  the  rival  and  antagonist  of  Dryden. 

Settle  was,  for  his  rebellion,  severely  chastised  by  Dryden  un- 
der the  name  of  Doeg,  in  the  second  part  of  Absalom  and  Achi- 
tophel ;  and  was  perhaps  for  his  factious  audacity  made  the  city 
poet,  whose  annual  office  was  to  describe  the  glories  of  the 
mayor's  day.  Of  these  bards  he  was  the  last,  and  seems  not 
much  to  have  deserved  even  this  degree  of  regard,  if  it  was  paid 
to  his  political  opinions  ;  for  he  afterward  wrote  a  panegyric  on 
the  virtues  of  judge  Jefferies ;  and  what  more  could  have  been 
done  by  the  meanest  zealot  for  prerogative  ? 

Of  translated  fragments,  or  occasional  poems,  to  enumerate 
the  titles,  or  settle  the  dates,  would  be  tedious,  with  little  use.  It 
may  be  observed,  that,  as  Dryden's  genius  was  commonly  ex- 
cited by  some  personal  regard,  he  rarely  writes  upon  a  general  topic. 

Soon  after  the  accession  of  king  James,  when  the  design  of 
reconciling  the  nation  to  the  church  of  Rome  became  apparent, 
and  the  religion  of  the  court  gave  the  only  efficacious  title  to  its 
favours,  Dryden  declared  himself  a  convert  to  popery.  This  at 
any  other  time  might  have  passed  with  little  censure.  Sir  Ken- 
elm  Digby  embraced  popery  ;  the  two  Reynolds's  reciprocally 
converted  one  another  ;*  and  Chillingworth  himself  was  awhile 

*  Dr.  John  Reynolds,  who  lived  temp.  Jac.  I.  was  at  first  a  zealous  papist, 
and  his  brother  William  as  earnest  a  protestant  ;  but,  by  mutual  disputa- 
tion, each  converted  the  other.  See  Fuller's  Chnrch  History,  p.  47,  book 
X.  H. 


248  LIFE  OP  DRYDEX. 

so  entangled  in  the  wilds  of  controversy,  as  to  retire  for  quiet  te 
an  infallible  church.  If  men  of  argument  and  study  can  find 
such  cliflicuitics,  or  such  motives,  as  may  either  unite  them  to 
the  church  of  Rome,  or  detain  them  in  uncertainty,  there  can  be 
no  wonder  that  a  man,  who  perhaps  never  inquired  why  he  was 
a  protestant,  should  by  an  artful  and  experienced  disputant  be 
made  a  papist,  overborne  by  the  sudden  violence  of  new  and 
unexpected  arguments,  or  deceived  by  a  representation  which 
shows  only  the  doubts  on  one  part,  and  only  the  evidence  on  the 
other. 

That  conversion  will  always  be  suspected  that  apparently  con- 
curs with  interest.  He  that  never  finds  his  error  till  it  hinders 
his  progress  toward  wealth  or  honour,  will  not  be  thought  to 
love  truth  only  for  herself.  Yet  it  may  easily  happen  that  infor- 
mation may  come  at  a  commodious  time  ;  and,  as  truth  and  in- 
terest are  not  by  any  fatal  necessity  at  variance,  that  one  may  by 
accident  introduce  the  other.  When  opinions  are  struggling  into 
popularity,  the  arguments  by  which  they  arc  opposed  or  defend- 
ed become  more  known  ;  and  he  that  changes  his  profession 
would  perhaps  have  changed  it  before,  with  the  like  opportuni- 
ties of  instruction.  This  was  the  then  state  of  popery  ;  every 
artifice  was  used  to  show  it  in  its  fairest  form  ;  and  it  must  be 
owned  to  be  a  religion  of  external  appearance  sufficiently  at- 
tractive. 

It  is  natural  to  hope  that  a  comprehensive  is  likewise  an  ele- 
vated soul,  and  that  whoever  is  wise  is  also  honest.  1  am  will- 
ing to  believe  that  Dryden,  having  employed  his  mind,  active  as 
it  was,  upon  different  studies,  and  filled  it,  capacious  as  it  was, 
with  other  materials,  came  unprovided  to  the  controversy,  and 
wanted  rather  skill  to  discover  the  right,  than  virtue  to  maintain 
it.  But  inquiries  into  the  heart  are  not  for  man  ;  we  must  now 
leave  him  to  his  Judge. 

The  priests,  having  strengthened  their  cause  by  so  powerful 
an  adherent,  were  not  long  before  they  brought  him  into  action. 
They  engaged  him  to  defend  the  controversial  papers  found  in 
the  strong  box  of  Charles  the  second  ;  and,  what  yet  was  harder, 
to  defend  them  against  Stillingficct. 

With  hopes  of  promoting  popery,  he  was  employed  to  trans- 
late Maimbourg's  History  of  the  League ;  which  he  published 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  249 

with  a  large  introduction.  His  name  is  likewise  prefixed  to  the 
English  life  of  Francis  Xavier  ;  but  I  know  not  that  he  ever 
owned  himself  the  translator.  Perhaps  the  use  of  his  name  was 
a  pious  fraud  ;  which  however  seems  not  to  have  had  much  ef- 
fect ;  for  neither  of  the  books,  I  believe,  was  ever  popular. 

The  version  of  Xavier's  Life  is  commended  by  Brown,  in  a 
pamphlet  not  written  to  flatter  ;  and  the  occasion  of  it  is  said  to 
have  been,  that  the  queen,  when  she  solicited  a  son,  made  vows 
to  him  as  her  tutelary  saint. 

He  was  supposed  to  have  undertaken  to  translate  VarillaJs  His- 
tory of  Heresies  ;  and,  when  Burnet  published  remarks  upon  it, 
to  have  written  an  Answer  ;*  upon  which  Burnet  makes  the  fol- 
lowing observation. 

"  I  have  been  informed  from  England,  that  a  gentleman,  who 
is  famous  both  for  poetry  and  several  other  things,  had  spent  three 
months  in  translating  M.  Varillas's  History  ;  but  that,  as  soon  as 
my  Reflections  appeared,  he  discontinued  his  labour,  finding  the 
credit  of  his  author  was  gone.  Now,  if  he  thinks  it  is  recovered 
by  his  Answer,  he  will  perhaps  go  on  with  his  translation  ;  and 
this  may  be,  for  aught  I  know,  as  good  an  entertainment  for  him 
as  the  conversation  that  he  had  set  on  between  the  hinds  and 
panthers,  and  all  the  rest  of  animals,  for  whom  M.  Varillas  may 
serve  well  enough  as  an  author  ;  and  this  history  and  that 
poem  are  such  extraordinary  things  of  their  kind,  that  it  will  be 
but  suitable  to  see  the  author  of  the  worst  poem  become  likewise 
the  translator  of  the  worst  history  that  the  age  has  produced.  If 
his  grace  and  his  wit  improve,  both  proportionably,  he  will  hardly 
find  that  he  has  gained  much  by  the  change  he  has  made,  from 
having  no  religion,  to  choose  one  of  the  worst.  It  is  true,  he 
had  somewhat  to  sink  from  in  matter  of  wit ;  but,  as  for  his  mor- 
als, it  is  scarcely  possible  for  him  to  grow  a  worse  man  than  he 
was.  He  has  lately  wreaked  his  malice  on  me  for  spoiling  his 
three  months  labour  ;  but  in  it  he  has  done  me  all  the  honour 
that  any  man  can  receive  from  him,  which  is  to  be  railed  at  by 
him.  If  I  had  ill  nature  enough  to  prompt  me  to  wish  a  very 
bad  wish  for  him,  it  should  be,  that  he  would  go  on  and  finish  his 
translation.  By  that  it  will  appear,  whether  the  English  nation, 
which  is  the  most  competent  judge  in  this  matter,  has,  upon  the 

*  This  is  a  mistake.     See  Malone,  p.  194,  Scr.     <"'. 


25O  L1J-E  OF  DRYDEN. 

seeing  our  debate,  pronounced  in  M.  Vavillas's  favour,  or  in  mine, 
It  is  true,  Mr.  L).  will  suffer  a  little  by  it  ;  but  at  least  it  will 
serve  to  keep  him  in  from  other  extravagances  ;  and  if  he  gains 
little  honour  by  this  work,  yet  he  cannot  lose  so  much  by  it  as  he 
Ins  done  by  his  last  employment." 

Having  probably  felt  his  own  inferiority  in  theological  contro- 
versy, he  was  desirous  of  trying  whether,  by  bringing  poetry  to 
aid  his  arguments,  he  might  become  a  more  efficacious  defender 
of  his  new  profession.  To  reason  in  verse  was,  indeed,  one  of 
his  powers  ;  but  subtility  and  harmony,  united,  are  still  feeble, 
when  opposed  to  truth. 

Actuated  therefore  by  zeal  for  Rome,  or  hope  of  fame,  he  pub- 
lished The  Hind  and  Panther,  a  poem  in  which  the  church  of 
Rome,  figured  by  the  milk  white  hind,  defends  her  tenets  against 
the  church  of  England,  represented  by  the  panther,  a  beast  beau- 
tiful, but  spotted. 

A  fable,  which  exhibits  two  beasts  talking  theology,  appears  at 
once  full  of  absurdity  ;  and  it  was  accordingly  ridiculed  in  the 
City  Mouse  and  Country  Mouse,  a  parody,  written  by  Montague, 
afterward  earl  of  Halifax,  and  Prior,  who  then  gave  the  first  spec- 
imen of  his  abilities. 

The  conversion  of  such  a  man,  at  such  a  time,  was  not  likely 
to  pass  unccnsured.  Three  dialogues  were  published  by  the 
facetious  Thomas  Brown,  of  which  the  two  first  were  called 
Reasons  of  Mr.  Baycs'is  changing  his  Religion  ;  and  the  third,  The 
Reasons  of  Mr.  Mains,  the  Player's  Con-version  and  Reconversion . 
The  first  was  printed  in  1688,  the  second  not  till  1690,  the  third 
in  1691.  The  clamour  seems  to  have  been  long  continued,  and 
the  subject  to  have  strongly  fixed  the  public  attention. 

In  the  two  first  dialogues  Bayes  is  brought  into  the  company 
of  Crites  and  Eugenius,  with  whom  he  had  formerly  debated  on 
dramatic  poetry.  The  two  talkers  in  the  third  are  Mr.  Bayes 
and  Mr.  Hains. 

Brown  was  a  man  not  deficient  in  literature,  nor  destitute  of 
fancy  ;  but  he  seems  to  have  thought  it  the  pinnacle  of  excel- 
lence to  be  a  merry  fellow ;  and  therefore  laid  out  his  powers 
upon  small  jests  or  gross  buffoonery  ;  so  that  his  performances 
have  little  intrinsic  value,  and  were  read  only  while  they  were 
recommended  by  the  novelty  of  the  event  that  occasioned  them. 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  25.1 

These  dialogues  are  like  his  other  works  ;  what  sense  or  knowl- 
edge they  contain  is  disgraced  by  the  garb  in  which  it  is  exhib- 
ited. One  great  source  of  pleasure  is  to  call  Dryden  little  Bayes. 
Ajax,  who  happens  to  be  mentioned,  is  "  he  that  wore  as  many 
cowhides  upon  his  shield  as  would  have  furnished  half  the  king's 
army  with  shoe  leather," 

Being  asked  whether  he  had  seen  the  Hind  and  Panther, 
Crites  answers ;  "  Seen  it !  Mr.  Bayes,  why  I  can  stir  no  where 
but  it  pursues  me  ;  it  haunts  me  worse  than  a  pewter  buttoned 
sergeant  does  a  decayed  cit.  Sometimes  I  meet  it  in  a  bandbox, 
when  my  laundress  brings  home  my  linen  ;  sometimes,  whether 
I  will  or  no,  it  lights  my  pipe  at  a  coffeehouse  ;  sometimes  it  sur- 
prises me  in  a  trunkmaker's  shop  ;  and  sometimes  it  refreshes 
my  memory  for  me  on  the  backside  of  a  Chancery  lane  parcel. 
For  your  comfort  too,  Mr.  Bayes,  I  have  not  only  seen  it,  as  you 
may  perceive,  but  I  have  read  it  too,  and  can  quote  it  as  freely 
upon  occasion  as  a  frugal  tradesman  can  quote  that  noble  treatise 
The  Worth  of  a  Penny  to  his  extravagant  apprentice,  that  revels 
in  stewed  apples,  and  penny  custards." 

The  whole  animation  of  these  compositions  arises  from  a  pro- 
fusion of  ludicrous  and  affected  comparisons.  "  To  secure  one's 
chastity,"  says  Bayes,  <;  little  more  is  necessary  than  to  leave  off 
a  correspondence  with  the  other  sex,  which,  to  a  wise  man,  is  no 
greater  a  punishment  than  it  would  be  to  a  fanatic  person  to  be 
forbid  seeing  The  Cheats  and  The  Committee  ;  or  for  my  lord  mayor 
and  aldermen  to  be  interdicted  the  sight  of  The  London  Cuckold." 
This  is  the  general  strain,  and  therefore  I  shall  be  easily  excused 
the  labour  of  more  transcription. 

Brown  does  not  wholly  forget  past  transactions  ;  "  You  began," 
says  Crites  to  Bayes,  "  with  a  very  indifferent  religion,  and  have  not 
mended  the  matter  in  your  last  choice.     It  was  but  reason  that 
your  Muse,  which  appeared  first  in  a  tyrant's  quarrel,  should 
employ  her  last  efforts  to  justify  the  usurpations  of  the  Hind" 

Next  year  the  nation  was  summoned  to  celebrate  the  birth  of 
the  prince.  Now  was  the  time  for  Dryden  to  rouse  his  imagin- 
ation, and  strain  his  voice.  Happy  days  were  at  hand,  and  he 
was  willing  to  enjoy  and  diffuse  the  anticipated  blessings.  He 
published  a  poem,  filled  with  predictions  of  greatness  and  pros. 


VOL.  T.  S'3 


252  LIFE  OF  DRYDEN. 

perity  ;   predictions  of  which  it  is  not  necessary  to  tell  how  they 
have  been  verified. 

A  few  months  passed  after  these  joyful  notes,  and  every  blos- 
som of  popish  hope  was  blasted  for  ever  by  the  revolution.  A 
papist  now  could  be  no  longer  laureat.  The  revenue,  which  he 
had  enjoyed  with  so  much  pride  and  praise,  was  transferred 
to  Shadwcll,  an  old  enemy,  whom  he  had  formerly  stigmatized 
by  the  name  of  Og.  Dryclen  could  not  decently  complain  that 
he  was  deposed  ;  but  seemed  very  angry  that  Shadwell  succeed- 
ed him,  and  has  therefore  celebrated  the  intruder's  inauguration 
in  a  poem  exquisitely  satirical,  called  Mac  Flecknoe  ;*  of  which 
the  Dunciad,  as  Pope  himself  declares,  is  an  imitation,  though 
more  extended  in  its  plan,  and  more  diversified  in  its  incidents. 

It  is  related  by  Prior,  that  lord  Dorset,  when  as  chamberlain 
he  was  constrained  to  eject  Dry  den  from  his  office,  gave  him 
from  his  own  purse  an  allowance  equal  to  the  salary.  This  is  no 
romantic  or  incredible  act  of  generosity  ;  an  hundred  a  year  is 
often  enough  given  to  claims  less  cogent,  by  men  less  famed  for 
liberality.  Yet  Dryden  always  represented  himself  as  suffering 
under  a  public  infliction  ;  and  once  particularly  demands  respect 
for  the  patience  with  which  he  endured  the  loss  of  his  little  for- 
tune. His  patron  might,  indeed,  enjoin  him  to  suppress  his 
bounty  ;  but,  if  he  suffered  nothing,  he  should  not  have  com- 
plained. 

During  the  short  reign  of  king  James,  he  had  written  nothing 
for  the  stage,!  being,  in  his  opinion,  more  profitably  employed  in 
controversy  and  flattery.  Of  praise  he  might  perhaps  have  been 
less  lavish  without  inconvenience,  for  James  was  never  said  to 
have  much  regard  for  poetry ;  he  was  to  be  flattered  only  by 
adopting  his  religion. 

Times  were  now  changed  ;  Dryden  was  no  longer  the  court 
poet,  and  was  to  look  back  for  support  to  his  former  trade  ;  and 
having  waited  about  two  years,  either  considering  himself  as 
discountenanced  by  the  public,  or  perhaps  expecting  a  second 

*  All  Dryden's  biographers  have  misdated  this  poem,  -which  Mr  Ma- 
jone's  more  accurate  researches  prove  to  have  been  published  on  the  4th.  of 
October,  1682.  C. 

f  Albion  and  Jllbunius  must  however  be  excepted.    R. 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  253 

revolution,  he  produced  Don    Sebastian  in    1 690  ;  and  in  the 
next  four  years  four  dramas  more. 

In  1693  appeared  a  new  version  of  Juvenal  and  Persius.  Of 
Juvenal  he  translated  the  first,  third,  sixth,  tenth,  and  sixteenth 
satires  ;  and  of  Persius  the  whole  work.  On  this  occasion  he 
introduced  his  two  sons  to  the  public,  as  nurselings  of  the 
muses.  The  fourteenth  of  Juvenal  was  the  work  of  John,  and  the 
seventh  of  Charles  Dryden.  He  prefixed  a  very  ample  preface, 
in  the  form  of.a  dedication,  to  lord  Dorset ;  and  there  gives  an 
account  of  the  design  which  he  had  once  formed  to  write  an 
epic  poem  on  the  actions  either  of  Arthur  or  the  black  prince. 
He  considered  the  epic  as  necessarily  including  some  kind  of 
supernatural  agency,  and  had  imagined  a  new  kind  of  contest 
between  the  guardian  angels  of  kingdoms,  of  whom  he  conceiv- 
ed that  each  might  be  represented  zealous  for  his  charge,  with- 
out any  intended  opposition  to  the  purposes  of  the  Supreme 
Being,  of  which  all  created  minds  must  in  part  be  ignorant. 

This  is  the  most  reasonable  scheme  of  celestial  interposition 
that  ever  was  formed.  The  surprises  and  terrors  of  enchant- 
ments, which  have  succeeded  to  the  intrigues  and  oppositions 
of  pagan  deities,  afford  very  striking  scenes,  and  open  a  vast  ex- 
tent to  the  imagination  ;  but,  as  Boileau  observes,  and  Boileau 
\vill  be  seldom  found  mistaken,  with  this  incurable  defect,  that, 
in  a  contest  between  heaven  and  hell,  we  know  at  the  beginning 
which  is  to  prevail ;  for  this  reason  we  follow  Rinaldo  to  the  en- 
chanted wood  with  more  curiosity  than  terror. 

In  the  scheme  of  Dryden  there  is  one  great  difficulty,  which 
yet  he  would  perhaps  have  had  address  enough  to  surmount. 
In  a  war  justice  can  be  but  on  one  side  ;  and,  to  entitle  the  hero 
to  the  protection  of  angels,  he  must  fight  in  the  defence  of  indu- 
bitable right.  Yet  some  of  the  celestial  beings,  thus  opposed 
to  each  other,  must  have  been  represented  as  defending  guilt. 

That  this  poem  was  never  written,  is  reasonably  to  be  lament- 
ed. It  would  doubtless  have  improved  our  numbers,  and  enlarg- 
ed our  language  ;  and  might  perhaps  have  contributed  by  pleas- 
ing instructions  to  rectify  our  opinions,  and  purify  our  manners. 

What  he  required  as  the  indispensable  condition  of  such  an 
undertaking,  a  public  stipend,  was  not  likely  in  those  times  lobe 


254  LIFE  OF  DllYDF.N. 

obtained.     Riches  were  not  become  familiar  to  us  ;  nor  had  the 
nation  yet  learned  to  be  liberal. 

This  plan  he  charged  Blackmore  with  stealing  ;  "  only,"  says 
he,  "  the  guardian  angels  of  kingdoms  were  machines  too  pon- 
derous for  him  to  manage." 

In  1694,  he  began  the  most  laborious  and  difficult  of  all  his 
works,  the  translation  of  Virgil  ;  from  which  he  borrowed  two 
months,  that  he  might  turn  "  Fresnoy's  Art  of  Painting"  into 
English  prose.  The  preface,  which  he  boasts  to  have  written 
in  twelve  mornings,  exhibits  a  parallel  of  poetry  and  painting, 
with  a  miscellaneous  collection  of  critical  remarks,  such  as  cost  a 
mind  stored  like  his  no  labour  to  produce  them. 

In  1697,  he  published  his  version  of  the  works  of  Virgil ;  and, 
that  no  opportunity  of  profit  might  be  lost,  dedicated  the  Pastorals 
to  the  lord  Clifford,  the  Gcorgics  to  the  earl  of  Chesterfield,  and 
the  JEncid  to  the  earl  of  Mulgrave.  This  economy  of  flattery, 
at  once  lavish  and  discreet,  did  not  pass  without  observation. 

This  translation  was  censured  by  Milbourne,  a  clergyman, 
styled,  by  Pope,  "  the  fairest  of  critics,"  because  he  exhibited 
his  own  version  to  be  compared  with  that  which  he  condemned! 

His  last  work  was  his  Fables,  published  in  1699,  in  consequence, 
as  is  supposed,  of  a  contract  now  in  the  hands  of  Mr.  Tonson  ; 
by  which  he  obliged  himself,  in  consideration  of  three  hundred 
pounds,  to  finish  for  the  press  ten  thousand  verses. 

In  this  volume  is  comprised  the  well  known  ode  on  St.  Cecil- 
ia's day,  which,  as  appeared  by  a  letter  communicated  to  Dr. 
Birch,  he  spent  a  fortnight  in  composing  and  correcting.  But 
what  is  this  to  the  patience  and  diligence  of  Boileau,  whose 
Equivoque,  a  poem  of  only  three  hundred  and  forty  six  lines, 
took  from  his  life  eleven  months  to  write  it,  and  three  years  to 
revise  it  ? 

Part  of  this  book  of  Fables  is  the  first  Iliad  in  English,  intend- 
ed as  a  specimen  of  a  version  of  the  whole.  Considering  into 
what  hands  Homer  was  to  fall,  the  reader  cannot  but  rejoice 
that  this  project  went  no  further. 

The  time  was  now  at  hand  which  was  to  put  an  end  to  all  his 
schemes  and  labours.  On  the  first  of  May,  1701,  having  been 
some  time,  as  he  tells  us,  a  cripple  in  his  limbs,  he  died,  in  Ger- 
ard street,  of  a  mortification  in  his  leg. 


LIFE  OP  DRYDEN.  255 

There  is  extant  a  wild  story  relating  to  some  vexatious  events 
that  happened  at  his  funeral,  which,  at  the  end  of  Congreve's 
Life,  by  a  writer  of  I  know  not  what  credit,  are  thus  related,  as 
I  find  the  account  transferred  to  a  biographical  dictionary. 

"  Mr.  Dryden  dying  on  the  Wednesday  moining,  Dr.  Thomas 
Sprat,  then  bishop  of  Rochester  and  dean  of  Westminster,  sent 
the  next  day  to  the  lady  Elizabeth  Howard,  Mr.  Dryden's  widow, 
that  he  would  make  a  present  of  the  ground,  which  was  forty 
pounds,  with  all  the  other  Abbey  fees.     The  lord  Halifax  like- 
wise sent  to  the  lady  Elizabeth,  and  Mr.  Charles  Dryden  her  son, 
that,  if  they  would  give  him  leave  to  bury  Mr.  Dryden,  he  would 
inter  him  with  a  gentleman's  private  funeral,  and  afterward  bestow 
five  hundred  pounds  on  a  monument  in  the  Abbey  ;  which,  as 
they  had  no  reason  to  refuse,  they  accepted.     On  the  Saturday 
following  the  company  came  ;  the  corpse  was  put  into  a  velvet 
hearse  ;  and  eighteen  mourning  coaches,  filled  with  company, 
attended.    When  they  were  just  ready  to  move,  the  lord  JefTeries, 
son  of  the  lord  chancellor  Jefieries,  with  some  of   his  rakish 
companions  coming  by,  asked  whose  funeral  it  was  ;  and  being 
told  Mr.  Dryden's,  he  said,  '  What,  shall  Dryden,  the  greatest 
honour  and  ornament  of  the  nation,  be  buried  after  this  private 
manner  ?  No,  gentlemen,  let  all  that  loved  Mr.  Dryden,  and  hon- 
our his  memory,  alight  and  join  with  me  in  gaining  my  lady's 
consent  to  let  me  have  the  honour  of  his  interment,  which  shall 
be  after  another  manner  than  this  ;  and  I  will  bestow  a  thousand 
pounds  on  a  monument  in  the  Abbey  for  him.'     The  gentlemen 
in  the  coaches  not  knowing  of  the  bishop  of  Rochester's  favour? 
nor  of  the  lord  Halifax's  generous  design,  they  both  having,  out 
of  respect  to  the  family,  enjoined  the  lady  Elizabeth,  and  her  son, 
to  keep  their  favour  concealed  from  the  world,  and  let  it  pass  for 
their  own  expense,  readily  came  out  of  the  coaches,  and  attend- 
ed lord  Jefferies  up  to  the  lady's  bedside,  who  was  then  sick. 
He  repeated  the  purport  of  what  he  had  before  said  ;  but  she 
absolutely  refusing,  he  fell  on  his  knees,  vowing  never  to  rise  till 
his  request  was  granted.     The  rest  of  the  company  by  his  desire 
kneeled  also  ;  and  the  lady,  being  under  a  sudden  surprise,  faint- 
ed away.     As  soon  as  she  recovered  her  speech,  she  cried,  wo, 
no.     Enough,  gentlemen,  replied  he  ;  my  lady  is  very  good,  she 
?ays,  g-0,  go.     She   repeated  her  former  words  with   all  her 


256 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN. 


strength,  but  in  vain  ;  for  her  feeble  voice  was  lost  in  their  ac- 
clamations of  joy  ;  and  the  lord  Jefferies  ordered  the  hcarsemen 
to  carry  the  corpse  to  Mr.  Russel's,  an  undertaker  in  Cheap- 
side,  and  leave  it  there  till  he  should  send  orders  for  the  embalm- 
ment, which,  he  added,  should  be  after  the  royal  manner.     His 
directions  were  obeyed,   the  company  dispersed,  and  lady  Eliza- 
beth and  her  son  remained  inconsolable.     The   next  day  Mr. 
Charles  Dryden  waited  on  the   lord  Halifax  and  the  bishop,  to 
excuse  his  mother  and  himself,  by  relating  the  real  truth.     But 
neither  his  lordship  nor  the  bishop  would  admit  of  any  plea  ; 
especially  the  latter,  who  had  the  Abbey  lighted,  the  ground 
opened,  the  choir  attending,  an  anthem  ready  set,  and  himself 
waiting  for  some  time  without  any  corpse  to  bury.  The  undertak- 
er, after  three  days  expectance  of  orders  for  embalmment  with- 
out receiving  any,  waited  on  the  lord  Jefferies  ;  who,  pretending 
ignorance  of  the   matter,   turned  it  off  with  an  ill  natured  jest, 
saying,  that  those  who  observed  the  orders  of  a  drunken   frolic 
deserved  no  better ;  that  he  remembered  nothing  at  all  of  it  ; 
and  that  he  might  do  what  he  pleased  with  the   corpse.     Upon 
this,  the   undertaker  waited  upon  the  lady  Elizabeth  and  her 
son,  and  threatened  to  bring  the  corpse  home,  and  set  it  be- 
fore the  door.     They  desired  a  day's  respite,  which  was  grant- 
ed.    Mr  Charles  Dryden  wrote  a  handsome  letter  to  the   lord 
Jefferies,  who  returned  it  with  this  cool  answer  ;  l  That  he  knew 
nothing  of  the  matter,  and  would  be  troubled  no  more  about  it/ 
He  then  addressed  the  lord  Halifax  and  the  bishop  of  Rochester, 
who  absolutely  refused  to  do  any  thing  in  it.     In  this  distress 
Dr.  Garth  sent  for  the  corpse  to  the  college  of  physicians,  and 
proposed  a  funeral  by  subscription,  to  which  himself  set  a  most 
noble  example.     At  last  a  day,  about  three  weeks  after  Mr.  Dry- 
den's  decease,   was  appointed  for  the  interment.     Dr.   Garth 
pronounced  a  fine  Latin  oration,  at  the  college,  over  the  corpse  ; 
which  was  attended  to  the  Abbey  by  a  numerous  train  of  coach- 
es.    When    the   funeral  was  over,  Mr.  Charles  Dryden  sent  a 
challenge   to  the  lord  Jefferies,  who  refusing  to  answer   it,  he 
sent  several  others,  and  went  often  himself  ;  but  could  neither 
get  a  letter  delivered,  nor   admittance  to  speak  to  him  ;  which 
so  incensed  him,  that  he   resolved,  since  his  lordship  refused  to 
ansvrer  him  like  a  gentleman,  that  he  would  watch  an  opportu- 


LIFE  OP  DRYDEN.  257 

nity  to  meet  and  fight  off  hand,  though  with  all  the  rules  of  hon- 
our ;  which  his  lordship  hearing,  left  the  town  ;  and  Mr. 
Charles  Dryden  could  never  have  the  satisfaction  of  meeting 
him,  though  he  sought  it  till  his  death  with  the  utmost  applica- 
tion." 

This  story  I  once  intended  to  omit,  as  it  appears  with  no  great 
evidence  ;  nor  have  I  met  with  any  confiimation,  but  in  a  letter 
of  Farquhar ;  and  he  only  relates  that  the  funeral  of  Dryden  was 
tumultuary  and  confused.* 

Supposing  the  story  true,  we  may  remark,  that  the  gradual 
change  of  manners,  though  imperceptible  in  the  process,  ap- 
pears great  when  different  times,  and  those  not  very  distant,  are 
compared.  If  at  this  time  a  young  drunken  lord  should  inter- 
rupt the  pompous  regularity  of  a  magnificent  funeral,  what 
would  be  the  event,  but  that  he  would  be  justled  out  of  the  way, 
and  compelled  to  be  quiet  ?  If  he  should  thrust  himself  into  an 
house,  he  would  be  sent  roughly  away  ;  and,  what  is  yet  more 
to  the  honour  of  the  present  time,  I  believe  that  those,  who  had 
subscribed  to  the  funeral  of  a  man  like  Dryden,  would  not,  for 
such  an  accident,  have  withdrawn  their  contributions,  f 

*  An  earlier  account  of  Dryden's  funeral  than  that  above  cited,  though 
without  the  circumstances  that  preceded  it,  is  given  by  Edward  Ward,  who 
in  his  London  Spy,  published  in  1706,  relates,  that  on  the  occasion  there 
•was  a  performance  of  solemn  music  at  the  college,  and  that  at  the  proces- 
sion, which  himself  saw,  standing  at  the  end  of  Chancery  lane,  Fleet  street, 
there  was  a  concert  of  hautboys  and  trumpets.  The  day  of  Dryden's 
interment,  he  says,  was  Monday  the  13th.  of  May,  which,  according  to 
Johnson,  was  twelve  days  after  his  decease,  and  shows  how  long  his  funeral 
was  in  suspense.  Ward  knew  not  that  the  expense  of  it  was  defrayed  by 
subscription  ;  but  compliments  lord  Jefferies  for  so  pious  an  undertaking, 
He  also  says,  that  the  cause  of  Dryden's  death  was  an  inflammation  in  his 
toe,  occasioned  by  the  fiesh  growing  over  the  nail,  which  being  neglected, 
produced  a  mortification  in  his  leg.  II. 

•}•  In  the  register  of  the  college  of  physicians,  is  the  following  entry ; 
*'  May  3,  1700.  Coraitiis  Censoriis  ordinariis.  At  the  request  of  several 
persona  of  quality,  tha.t  Mr.  Dryden  might  be  carried  from  the  college  of 
physicians  to  be  interred  at  Westminster,  it  was  unanimously  granted  by  the 
president  and  censors." 

This  entry  is  not  calculated  to  afford,  any  credit  to  the  nan-alive 
»ng  lord  Jefferies.    R. 


258  LIFE  OF  DRYDRX. 

lie  was  buried  among  the  poets  in  Westminster  Abbey, 
•where,  though  the  duke  of  Newcastle  had,  in  a  general  dedica- 
tion prefixed  by  Congreve  to  his  dramatic  works,  accepted 
thanks  ibr  his  intention  of  erecting  him  a  monument,  he  lay 
long  without  distinction,  till  the  duke  of  Buckinghamshire  gave 
him  a  tablet,  inscribed  only  with  the  name  of  DRYDEN. 

He  married  the  lady  Elizabeth  Howard,  daughter  of  the  earl 
ot  Berkshire,  with  circumstances,  according  to  the  satire  imput- 
ed to  lord  Somers,  not  very  honourable  to  either  party  ;  by  her 
he  had  three  sons,  Charles,  John,  and  Henry.  Charles  was 
usher  of  the  palace  to  pope  Clement  the  Xlth.  and,  visiting- 
England  iii  1 704,  was  drowned  in  an  attempt  to  swim  across  the 
Thames  at  Windsor. 

John  was  author  of  a  comedy  called  The  Hu, band  his  oiim 
Cuck'Ad.  He  is  said  to  have  died  at  Rome.  Henry  entered 
into  some  religious  order.  It  is  some  proof  of  Dryden's  sincer- 
ity in  his  second  religion,  that  he  taught  it  to  his  sons.  A  man, 
conscious  of  hypocritical  profession  in  himself,  is  not  likely  to 
convert  others  ;  and,  as  his  sons  were  qualified  in  1693  to  appear 
among  the  translators  of  Juvenal,  they  must  have  been  taught 
some  religion  before  their  father's  change. 

Of  the  person  of  Dryden  I  know  not  any  account ;  of  his 
mind,  the  portrait  which  has  been  left  by  Congreve,  who  knew 
him  with  great  familiarity,  is  such  as  adds  our  love  of  his  man- 
ners to  our  admiration  of  his  genius.  "  He  was,"  we  are  told, 
<;  of  a  nature  exceedingly  humane  and  compassionate,  ready 
to  forgive  injuries,  and  capable  of  a  sincere  reconciliation  with 
those  who  had  offended  him.  His  friendship,  where  he  profess- 
ed it,  went  beyond  his  professions.  He  was  of  a  very  easy,  of 
very  pleasing  access  ;  but  somewhat  slow,  and,  as  it  were,  dim' 
dent  in  his  advances  to  others  ;  he  had  that  in  his  nature  which 
abhorred  intrusion  into  any  society  whatever.  He  was  therefore 
less  known,  and  consequently  his  character  became  more  liable 
to  misapprehensions  and  misrepresentations  ;  he  was  very  mod- 
est, and  very  easily  to  be  discountenanced  in  his  approaches  to 
his  equals  or  superiors.  As  his  reading  had  been  very  exten- 
sive, so  was  he  very  happy  in  a  memory  tenacious  of  every  thing 
that  he  had  read,  He  was  not  more  possessed  of  knowledge 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  259 

than  he  was  communicative  of  it ;  but  then  his  communication 
was  by  no  means  pedantic,  or  imposed  upon  the  conversation} 
but  just  such,  and  went  so  far  as,  by  the  natural  turn  of  the  con- 
versation in  which  he  was  engaged,  it  was  necessarily  promot- 
ed or  required.  He  was  extremely  ready  and  gentle  in  his  cor- 
rection of  the  errors  of  any  writer  who  thought  fit  to  consult 
him,  and  full  as  ready  and  patient  to  admit  of  the  reprehensions 
of  others,  in  respect  of  his  own  oversights  or  mistakes." 

To  this  account  of  Congreve  nothing  can  be  objected  but  the 
fondness  of  friendship  ;  and  to  have  excited  that  fondness  in  such 
a  mind  is  no  small  degree  of  praise.  The  disposition  of  Dry- 
den,  however,  is  shown  in  this  character,  rather  as  it  exhibited 
itself  in  cursory  conversation,  than  as  it  operated  on  the  more 
important  parts  of  life.  His  placability  and  his  friendship  indeed 
were  solid  virtues  ;  but  courtesy  and  good  humour  are  often 
found  with  little  real  worth.  Since  Congreve,  who  knew  him 
well,  has  told  us  no  more,  the  rest  must  be  collected  as  it  can 
from  other  testimonies,  and  particularly  from  those  notices  which 
Dryden  has  very  liberally  given  us  of  himself. 

The  modesty  which  made  him  so  slow  to  advance,  and  so 
easy  to  be  repulsed,  was  certainly  no  suspicion  of  deficient  merit, 
or  unconsciousness  of  his  own  value  ;  he  appears  to  have  known, 
in  its  whole  extent,  the  dignity  of  his  character,  and  to  have 
set  a  very  high  value  on  his  own  powers  and  performances. 
He  probably  did  not  offer  his  conversation,  because  he  expected 
it  to  be  solicited  ;  and  he  retired  from  a  cold  reception,  not  sub- 
missive but  indignant,  with  such  reverence  of  his  own  greatness 
as  made  him  unwilling  to  expose  it  to  neglect  or  violation. 

His  modesty  was  by  no  means  inconsistent  with  ostentatious- 
ness  ;  he  is  diligent  enough  to  remind  the  world  of  his  merit, 
and  expresses  with  very  little  scruple  his  high  opinion  of  his 
own  powers  ;  but  his  self  commendations  are  read  without  scorn 
or  indignation  ;  we  allow  his  claims,  and  love  his  frankness. 

Tradition,  however,  has  not  allowed  that  his  confidence  in 
himself  exempted  him  from  jealousy  of  others.  He  is  accused 
of  envy  and  insidiousness  ;  and  is  particularly  charged  with  in- 
citing Creech  to  translate  Horace,  that  he  might  lose  the  reputa- 
tion which  Lucretius  had  given  him. 
VOL.  i.  34 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN. 

Of  this  charge  we  immediately  discover  that  it  is  merely  con- 
jectural ;  the  purpose  was  such  as  no  man  would  confess  ;  and  a 
crime  that  admits  no  proof,  why  should  we  believe  ? 

He  has  been  described  as  magisterially  presiding  over  the 
younger  writers,  and  assuming  the  distribution  of  poetical  fame  ; 
but  he  who  excels  has  a  right  to  teach,  and  he  whose  judg- 
ment is  incontestable  may,  without  usurpation,  examine  and  de- 
cide. 

Congrcve  represents  him  as  ready  to  advise  and  instruct  ; 
but  there  is  reason  to  believe  that  his  communication  was  rath- 
er useful  than  entertaining.  He  declares  of  himself  that  he  was 
saturnine,  and  not  one  of  those  whose  sprightly  sayings  diverted 
company  ;  and  one  of  his  censurers  makes  him  say, 

Nor  wiae  nor  love  could  ever  see  me  gay; 
To  -writing  bred,  I  knew  not  -what  to  say. 

There  are  men  whose  powers  operate  only  at  leisure  and  in 
retirement,  and  whose  intellectual  vigour  deserts  them  in  con- 
versation ;  whom  merriment  confuses,  and  objection  disconcerts  ; 
whose  bashfulness  restrains  their  exertion,  and  suffers  them  not 
to  speak  till  the  time  of  speaking  is  past ;  or  whose  attention  to 
their  own  character  makes  them  unwilling  to  utter  at  hazard 
what  has  not  been  considered,  and  cannot  be  recalled. 

Of  Dryden's  sluggishness  in  conversation  it  is  vain  to  search 
or  to  guess  the  cause.  He  certainly  wanted  neither  sentiments 
nor  language  ;  his  intellectual  treasures  were  great,  though  they 
were  locked  up  from  his  own  use.  "  His  thoughts,"  when 
he  wrote, "  flowed  in  upon  him  so  fast,  that  his  only  care  was 
which  to  choose,  and  which  to  reject."  Such  rapidity  of  com- 
position naturally  promises  a  flow  of  talk  ;  yet  we  must  be  con- 
tent to  believe  what  an  enemy  says  of  him,  when  he  likewise 
says  it  of  himself.  But,  whatever  was  his  character  as  a  com- 
panion, it  appears  that  he  lived  in  familiarity  with  the  highest 
persons  of  his  time.  It  is  related  by  Carte  of  the  duke  of  Or- 
mond,  that  he  used  often  to  pass  a  night  with  Dryden,  and  those 
with  whom  Dryden  consorted ;  who  they  were,  Carte  has  not 
Void  ;  but  certainly  the  convivial  table  at  which  Ormond  sat 
was  not  surrounded  with  a  plebeian  society.  He  was  indeed 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  261 

reproached  with  boasting  of  his  familiarity  with  the  great ;  and 
Horace  will  support  him  in  the  opinion,  that  to  please  superiors 
is  not  the  lowest  kind  of  merit. 

The  merit  of  pleasing  must,  however,  be  estimated  by  the 
means.  Favour  is  not  always  gained  by  good  actions  or  lauda- 
ble qualities  Caresses  and  preferments  are  often  bestowed  on 
the  auxiliaries  of  vice,  the  procurers  of  pleasure,  or  the  flatterers 
of  vanity.  Dryden  has  never  been  charged  with  any  personal 
agency  unworthy  of  a  good  character  ;  he  abetted  vice  and  vanity- 
only  with  his  pen.  One  of  his  enemies  has  accused  him  of  lewd- 
ness  in  his  conversation  ;  but,  if  accusation  without  proof  be 
credited,  who  shall  be  innocent  ? 

His  works  afford  too  many  examples  of  dissolute  licentious- 
ness, and  abject  adulation  ;  but  they  were  probably,  like  his  mer- 
riment, artificial  and  constrained  ;  the  effects  of  study  and  med- 
itation, and  his  trade  rather  than  his  pleasure. 

Of  the  mind  that  can  trade  in  corruption,  and  can  deliberately 
pollute  itself  with  ideal  wickedness  for  the  sake  of  spreading  the 
contagion  in  society,  I  wish  not  to  conceal  or  excuse  the  deprav- 
ity. Such  degradation  of  the  dignity  of  genius,  such  abuse  of 
superlative  abilities,  cannot  be  contemplated  but  with  grief  and 
indignation.  What  consolation  can  be  had,  Dryden  has  afforded, 
by  living  to  repent,  and  to  testify  his  repentance. 

Of  dramatic  immorality  he  did  not  want  examples  among  his 
predecessors,  or  companions  among  his  contemporaries  ;  but,  in 
the  meanness  and  servility  of  hyperbolical  adulation,  I  know  not 
whether,  since  the  days  in  which  the  Roman  emperors  were 
deified,  he  has  been  ever  equalled,  except  by  Afra  Behn  in  an 
address  to  Eleanor  Gwyn.  When  once  he  has  undertaken  the 
task  of  praise,  he  no  longer  retains  shame  in  himself,  nor  sup- 
poses it  in  his  patron.  As  many  odoriferous  bodies  are  observed 
to  diffuse  perfumes  from  year  to  year,  without  sensible  diminu- 
tion of  bulk  or  weight,  he  appears  never  to  have  impoverished 
his  mint  of  flattery  by  his  expenses,  however  lavish.  He  had  all 
the  forms  of  excellence,  intellectual  and  moral,  combined  in  his 
mind,  with  endless  variation  ;  and  when  he  had  scattered  on  the 
hero  of  the  day  the  golden  shower  of  wit  and  virtue,  he  had 
ready  for  him,  whom  he  wished  to  court  on  the  morrow,  new- 
wit  and  virtue  with  another  stamp.  Of  this  kind  of 


262  LIFE  OF  DRYDEN. 

he  never  seems  to  decline  the  practice,  or  lament  the  necessity  ; 
he  considers  the  great  as  entitled  to  encomiastic  homage,  and 
brings  praise  rather  as  a  tribute  than  a  gift,  more  delighted  with 
the  fertility  of  his  invention,  than  mortified  by  the  prostitution  of 
his  judgment.  It  is  indeed  not  certain,  that  on  these  occasions 
his  judgment  much  rebelled  against  his  interest.  There  are 
minds  which  easily  sink  into  submission,  that  look  on  grandeur 
•with  undistinguishing  reverence,  and  discover  no  delect  where 
there  is  elevation  of  rank  and  affluence  of  riches. 

With  his  praises  of  others  and  of  himself  is  always  intermin- 
gled a  strain  of  discontent  and  lamentation,  a  sullen  growl  of  re- 
sentment, or  a  querulous  murmur  of  distress.  His  works  are 
undervalued,  his  merit  is  unrewarded,  and  "  he  has  few  thanks 
to  pay  his  stars  that  he  was  born  among  Englishmen."  To  his 
critics  he  is  sometimes  contemptuous,  sometimes  resentful,  and 
sometimes  submissive.  The  writer  who  thinks  his  works  form- 
ed for  duration,  mistakes  his  interest  when  he  mentions  his  en- 
emies. He  degrades  his  own  dignity  by  showing  that  he  was 
affected  by  their  censures,  and  gives  lasting  importance  to  names, 
which,  left  to  themselves,  would  vanish  from  remembrance. 
From  this  principle  Dry  den  did  not  often  depart ;  his  complaints 
are  for  the  greater  part  general  ;  he  seldom  pollutes  his  page 
with  an  adverse  name.  He  condescended  indeed  to  a  controver- 
sy with  Settle,  in  which  he  perhaps  may  be  considered  rather  as 
assaulting  than  repelling  ;  and  since  Settle  is  sunk  into  oblivion? 
his  libel  remains  injurious  only  to  himself. 

Among  answers  to  critics,  no  poetical  attacks,  or  altercations, 
are  to  be  included  ;  they  are,  like  other  poems,  effusions  of  ge- 
nius, produced  as  much  to  obtain  praise  as  to  obviate  censure. 
These  Dry  den  practised,  and  in  these  he  excelled. 

Of  Collier,  Blackmore,  and  Milbourne,  he  has  made  mention 
in  the  preface  to  his  Fables.  To  the  censure  of  Collier,  whose 
remarks  may  be  rather  termed  admonitions  than  criticisms,  he 
makes  little  reply  ;  being,  at  the  age  of  sixty  eight,  attentive  to 
better  things  than  the  claps  of  a  playhouse.  He  complains  of 
Collier's  rudeness,  and  the  "  horse  play  of  his  raillery  ;"  and  as- 
serts, that  "  in  many  places  he  has  perverted  by  his  glosses  the 
meaning"  of  what  he  censures  ;  but  in  other  things  he  confesses 
that  he  is  justly  taxed  ;  and  says,  with  great  calmness  and  can- 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  263 

dour,  "  I  have  pleaded  guilty  to  all  thoughts  or  expressions  of 
mine  that  can  be  truly  accused  of  obscenity,  immorality,  or  pro- 
faneness,  and  retract  them.  If  he  be  my  enemy,  let  him  tri- 
umph ;  if  he  be  my  friend,  he  will  be  glad  of  my  repentance." 
Yet  as  our  best  dispositions  are  imperfect,  he  left  standing  in  the 
same  book  a  reflection  on  Collier  of  great  asperity,  and  indeed 
of  more  asperity  than  wit. 

Blackmore  he  represents  as  made  his  enemy  by  the  poem  of 
Absalom  and  Achitofihel,  which  "  he  thinks  a  little  hard  upon  his 
fanatic  patrons  ;"  and  charges  him  with  borrowing  the  plan  of 
his  Arthur  from  the  preface  to  Juvenal,  "  though  he  had,"  says 
he,  "  the  baseness  not  to  acknowledge  his  benefactor,  but  instead 
of  it  to  traduce  me  in  a  libel." 

The  libel  in  which  Blackmore  traduced  him  was  a  Satire  ufion 
Wit  ;  in  which,  having  lamented  the  exuberance  of  false  wit  and 
the  deficiency  of  true,  he  proposes  that  all  wit  should  be  recoin- 
ed  before  it  is  current,  and  appoints  masters  of  assay,  who  shall 
reject  all  that  is  light  or  debased. 

'Tis  true,  that  when  the  coarse  and  worthless  dross 
Is  purg'd  away,  there  will  be  mighty  loss  ; 
E'en  Congreve,  Southern,  manly  Wy  cherry, 
When  thus  refin'd,  will  grievous  sufferers  be. 
Into  the  melting  pot  when  Dryden  comes, 
What  horrid  stench  will  rise,  what  noisome  fumes  1 
How  will  he  shrink,  when  all  his  lewd  allay, 
And  wicked  mixture,  shall  be  purg'd  away  ! 

Thus  stands  the  passage  in  the  last  edition  ;  but  in  the  original 
there  was  an  abatement  of  the  censure,  beginning  thus  ; 

But  what  remains  will  be  so  pure,  'twill  bear 
Th'  examination  of  the  most  severe. 

Blackmore,  finding  the  censure  resented,  and  the  civility  dis- 
regarded, ungenerously  omitted  the  softer  part.  Such  variations 
discover  a  writer  who  consults  his  passions  more  than  his  vir- 
tue ;  and  it  may  be  reasonably  supposed  that  Dryden  imputes 
his  enmity  to  its  true  cause. 

Of  Milbourne  he  wrote  only  in  general  terms,  such  as  are  al- 
ways ready  at  the  call  of  anger,  whether  just  or  not ;  a  short  ex- 
tract will  be  sufficient.  "  He  pretends  a  quarrel  to  nae,  that  I 
have  fallen  foul  upon  priesthood  ;  if  I  have,  I  am  only  to  ask 


264  Li|.'ii  oi    DRYDK.V 


pardon  of  good  priests,  and  I  am  afraid  his  share  of  the  reparation 
•will  come  to  little.  Let  him  be  satisfied  that  he  shall  never  be 
able  to  force  himself  upon  me  for  an  adversary  ;  I  contemn  him 
too  much  to  enter  into  competition  with  him. 

"  As  for  the  rest  of  those  who  have  written  against  me,  they 
are  such  scoundrels  that  they  deserve  not  the  least  notice  to  be 
taken  of  them.  Blackmorc  and  Milbourne  are  only  distinguished 
from  the  crowd  by  being  remembered  to  their  infamy." 

Dry  den  indeed  discovered,  in  many  of  his  writings,  an  affected 
and  absurd  malignity  to  priests  and  priesthood,  which  naturally 
raised  him  many  enemies,  and  which  was  sometimes  as  unsea- 
sonably resented  as  it  was  exerted.  Trapp  is  angry  that  he  calls 
the  sacrifice!*  in  the  Gcorgics  "  the  holy  butcher  ;"  the  trans- 
lation is  indeed  ridiculous  ;  but  Trapp's  anger  arises  from  his 
zeal,  not  for  the  author,  but  the  priest  ;  as  if  any  reproach  of  the 
follies  of  paganism  could  be  extended  to  the  preachers  of  truth. 

Dryden's  dislike  of  the  priesthood  is  imputed  by  Langbainc, 
and  I  think  by  Brown,  to  a  repulse  which  he  suffered  when  he 
solicited  ordination  ;  but  he  denies,  in  the  preface  to  his  Fables? 
that  he  ever  designed  to  enter  into  the  church  ;  and  such  a  denial 
he  would  not  have  hazarded,  if  he  could  have  been  convicted  of 
falsehood. 

Malevolence  to  the  clergy  is  seldom  at  a  great  distance  from 
irreverence  of  religion,  and  Dry  den  affords  no  exception  to  this 
observation.  His  writings  exhibit  many  passages,  which,  with 
all  the  allowance  that  can  be  made  for  characters  and  occasions, 
are  such  as  piety  would  not  have  admitted,  and  such  as  may 
vitiate  light  and  unprincipled  minds.  But  there  is  no  reason  for 
supposing  that  he  disbelieved  the  religion  which  he  disobeyed. 
He  forgot  his  duty  rather  than  disowned  it.  His  tendency  to 
profaneness  is  the  effect  of  levity?  negligence,  and  loose  conver- 
sation, with  a  desire  of  accommodating  himself  to  the  corruption 
of  the  times,  by  venturing  to  be  wicked  as  far  as  he  durst.  When 
lie  professed  himself  a  convert  to  popery,  he  did  not  pretend  to 
have  received  any  new  conviction  of  the  fundamental  doctrines 
of  Christianity. 

The  persecution  of  critics  was  not  the  worst  of  his  vexations  ; 
he  was  much  more  disturbed  by  the  importunities  of  want.  His 
complaints  of  poverty  are  so  frequently  repeated,  either  with  the 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  265 

dejection  of  weakness  sinking  in  helpless  misery,  or  the  indig- 
nation of  merit  claiming  its  tribute  from  mankind,  that  it  is  im- 
possible not  to  detest  the  age  which  could  impose  on  such  a  man 
the  necessity  of  such  solicitations,  or  not  to  despise  the  man  who 
could  submit  to  such  solicitations  without  necessity. 

Whether  by  the  world's  neglect,  or  his  own  imprudence,  I 
am  afraid  that  the  greatest  part  of  his  life  was  passed  in  exigen- 
cies. Such  outcries  were  surely  never  uttered  but  in  severe 
pain.  Of  his  supplies  or  his  expenses  no  probable  estimate  can 
now  be  made.  Except  the  salary  of  the  laureat,  to  which  king 
James  added  the  office  of  historiographer,  perhaps  with  some 
additional  emoluments,  his  whole  revenue  seems  to  have  been 
casual  ;  and  it  is  well  known  that  he  seldom  lives  frugally  who  ' 
lives  by  chance.  Hope  is  always  liberal  ;  and  they  that  trust  her 
promises  make  little  scruple  of  revelling  today  on  the  profits  of 
the  morrow. 

Of  his  plays  the  profit  was  not  great ;  and  of  the  produce  of 
his  other  works  very  little  intelligence  can  be  had.  By  discours- 
ing with  the  late  amiable  Mr.  Tonson,  I  could  not  find  that  any 
memorials  of  the  transactions  between  his  predecessor  and  Dry- 
den  had  been  preserved,  except  the  following  papers. 

"  I  do  hereby  promise  to  pay  John  Dryden,  Esq.  or  order,  on 
the  25th.  of  March,  1699,  the  sum  of  two  hundred  and  fifty 
guineas,  in  consideration  of  ten  thousand  verses,  which  the  said 
John  Dryden,  Esq.  is  to  deliver  to  me  Jacob  Tonson,  when  fin- 
ished, whereof  seven  thousand  five  hundred  verses,  more  or  less, 
are  already  in  the  said  Jacob  Tonson's  possession.  And  I  do 
hereby  farther  promise,  and  engage  myself  to  make  up  the  said 
sum  of  two  hundred  and  fifty  guineas,  three  hundred  pounds 
sterling,  to  the  said  John  Dryden,  Esq.  his  executors,  adminis- 
trators, or  assigns,  at  the  beginning  of  the  second  impression  of 
the  said  ten  thousand  verses. 

"  In  witness  whereof  I  have  hereunto  set  my  hand  and  seal. 
this  20th.  day  of  March,  169|. 

"  JACOB 
"  Sealed  and  delivered,  being  first  duly  stampt, 

pursuant  to  the  acts  of  parliament  for  tha': 

purpose,  in  the  presence  of 
"  BEN.  PORTLOCK, 
«  WIT.T,.  CONGUEVF." 


266  LIFE  OF  DRYDEN. 

"  March,  24,  1698. 

"  Received  then  of  Mr.  Jacob  Tonson,  the  sum  of  two  hun- 
dred sixty  eight  pounds  fifteen  shillings,  in  pursuance  of  an  agree- 
ment for  ten  thousand  verses,  to  be  delivered  by  me  to  the  said 
Jacob  Tonson,  whereof  I  have  already  delivered  to  him  about 
seven  thousand  five  hundred,  more  or  less  ;  he  the  said  Jacob 
Tonson  being  obliged  to  make  up  the  aforesaid  sum  of  two  hun- 
dred sixty  eight  pounds  fifteen  shillings,  three  hundred  pounds, 
at  the  beginning  of  the  second  impression  of  the  foresaid  ten 

thousand  verses  ; 

"  I  say,  received  by  me 

"  JOHN  DRYDEN. 

"  Witness,  CHARLES  DRYDEN." 

Two  hundred  and  fifty  guineas,  at  \L  Is.  6d.  is  268/.  15s. 

It  is  manifest,  from  the  dates  of  this  contract,  that  it  relates  to 
the  volume  of  Fables,  which  contains  about  twelve  thousand 
verses,  and  for  which  therefore  the  payment  must  have  been  af- 
terward enlarged. 

I  have  been  told  of  another  letter  yet  remaining,  in  which  he 
desires  Tonson  to  bring  him  money,  to  pay  for  a  watch  which 
he  had  ordered  for  his  son,  and  which  the  maker  would  not  leave 
without  the  price. 

The  inevitable  consequence  of  poverty  is  dependence.  Dry- 
den  had  probably  no  recourse  in  his  exigencies  but  to  his  book- 
seller. The  particular  character  of  Tonson  I  do  not  know  ;  but 
the  general  conduct  of  traders  was  much  less  liberal  in  those 
times  than  in  our  own  ;  their  views  were  narrower,  and  their 
manners  grosser.  To  the  mercantile  ruggedness  of  that  race, 
the  delicacy  of  the  poet  was  sometimes  exposed.  Lord  Boling- 
broke,  who  in  his  youth  had  cultivated  poetry,  related  to  Dr.  King 
of  Oxford,  that  one  day  when  he  visited  Dryden,  they  heard,  as 
they  were  conversing,  another  person  entering  the  house. 
"  This,"  said  Dryden,  "  is  Tonson.  You  will  take  care  not  to 
depart  before  he  goes  away  ;  for  I  have  not  completed  the  sheet 
which  I  promised  him  ;  and  if  you  leave  me  unprotected,  I  must 
suffer  all  the  rudeness  to  which  his  resentment  can  prompt  his 
tongue." 

What  rewards  he  obtained  for  his  poems,  beside  the  payment 
of  the  bookseller,  cannot  be  known.  Mr.  Derrick,  who  con- 
sulted some  of  his  relations  was  informed  that  his  fables  obtained 


I.TFE  OF  DRYDEX.  267 

five  hundred  pounds  from  the  dutchess  of  Ormond  ;  a  present  not 
unsuitable  to  the  magnificence  of  that  splendid  family  ;  and  he 
quotes  Moyle,  as  relating  that  forty  pounds  were  paid  by  a  musi- 
cal society  for  the  use  of  Alexander's  Feast. 

In  those  days  the  economy  of  government  was  yet  unsettled. 
and  the  payments  of  the  exchequer  were  dilatory  and  uncertain  ; 
of  this  disorder  there  is  reason  to  believe  that  the  laurcat  some- 
times felt  the  effects ;  for,  in  one  of  his  prefaces  he  complains 
•of  those,  who,  being  intrusted  with  the  distribution  of  the  prince's 
bounty,  suffer  those  that  depend  upon  it  to  languish  in  penury. 

Of  his  petty  habits,  or  slight  amusements,  tradition  has  retain- 
ed little.  Of  the  only  two  men  whom  I  have  found  to  whom  he 
was  personally  known,  one  told  me,  that  at  the  house  which  he 
frequented,  called  Will's  coffeehouse,  the  appeal  upon  any  literary 
dispute  was  made  to  him  ;  and  the  other  related,  that  his  armed 
chair,  which  in  the  winter  had  a  settled  and  prescriptive  place 
by  the  fire,  was  in  the  summer  placed  in  the  balcony,  .aid  that  he 
called  the  two  places  his  winter  and  his  summer  seat.  This  is 
all  the  intelligence  which  his  two  survivors  afforded  me. 

One  of  his  opinions  will  do  him  no  honour  in  the  present  age, 
though  in  his  own  time,  at  least  in  the  beginning  of  it,  he  was 
far  from  having  it  confined  to  himself.  He  put  great  confidence 
in  the  prognostications  of  judicial  astrology.  In  the  appendix 
to  the  life  of  Con gr eve  is  a  narrative  of  some  of  his  predictions 
wonderfully  fulfilled  ;  but  I  know  not  the  writer's  means  of  in- 
formation, or  character  of  veracity.  That  he  had  the  configura- 
tions of  the  horoscope  in  his  mind,  and  considered  them  as  in- 
fluencing the  affairs  of  men,  he  does  not  forbear  to  hint. 

The  utmost  malice  of  the  stars  is  past. 
Now  frequent  trines  the  happier  lights  among, 
And  high  raised  Jove,  from  his  dark  prison  freed, 
Those  weights  took  off  that  on  his  planet  hung, 
Will  gloriously  the  new  laid  works  succeed. 

He  has  elsewhere  shown  his  attention  to  the  planetary  powers  ; 
and  in  the  preface  to  his  Fables  has  endeavoured  obliquely  to 
justify  his  superstition  by  attributing  the  same  to  some  of  the 
ancients.  The  latter,  added  to  this  narrative,  leaves  no  doubt  of 
his  notions  or  practice. 
VOL.  j. 


UFJ:  OF  DRtfDEN 


So  slight  and  bo  scanty  is  the  knowledge  which  I  have  beet? 
able  to  collect  concerning  the  private  life  and  domestic  manners 
of  a  man,  whom  every  English  generation  must  mention  with 
reverence  as  a  critic  and  a  poet. 


DRYDEN  may  be  properly  considered  as  the  father  of  Eng- 
lish criticism,  as  the  writer  who  first  taught  us  to  determine  up- 
on principles  the  merit  of  composition.  Of  cur  former  poets, 
the  greatest  dramatist  wrote  without  rules,  conducted  through 
life  and  nature  by  a  genius  that  rarely  misled,  and  rarely  deserted 
him.  Of  the  rest,  those  who  knew  the  laws  of  propriety  had 
neglected  to  teach  them. 

Two  Arts  of  English  Poetry  were  written  in  the  days  of  Eliz- 
abeth by  Webb  and  Puttenham,  from  which  something  might 
be  learned,  and  a  few  hints  had  been  given  by  Jonson  and  Cow- 
ley  ;  but  Dryden's  Essay  on  Dramatic  Poetry  was  the  first  reg- 
ular and  valuable  treatise  on  the  art  of  writing. 

He,  who,  having  formed  his  opinions  in  the  present  age  of 
English  literature,  turns  back  to  peruse   this  dialogue,  will  not 
perhaps  find  much  increase  of  knowledge,  or  much  novelty  of 
instruction  ;  but  he  is  to  remember  that  critical  principles  were 
then  in  the  hands  of  a  few,  who  had  gathered  them  partly  from  the 
ancients,  and  partly  from  the  Italians  and  French.     The  structure 
of  dramatic  poems  was  not  then  generally  understood.     Audi- 
ences applauded  by  instinct ;  and  poets  perhaps  often  pleased  by 
chance. 

A  writer  who  obtains  his  full  purpose  loses  himself  in  his 
own  lustre.  Of  an  opinion  which  is  no  longer  doubted,  the  evi- 
dence ceases  to  be  examined.  Of  an  art  universally  practised, 
the  first  teacher  is  forgotten.  Learning  once  made  popular  is 
no  longer  learning  ;  it  has  the  appearance  of  something  which 
we  have  bestowed  upon  ourselves,  as  the  dew  appears  to  rise 
from  the  field  which  it  refreshes. 

To  judge  rightly  of  an  author,  we  must  transport  ourselves  to 
his  time,  and  examine  what  were  the  wants  of  his  contempora- 
ries, and  what  were  his  means  of  supplying  them.  That  which 
is  easy  at  one  time  was  difficult  at  another.  Dryden  at  least  rrn 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEX.  269 

ported  his  science,  and  gave  his  country  what  it  wanted  before ; 
or  rather,  he  imported  only  the  materials,  and  manufactured 
them  by  his  own  skill. 

The  dialogue  on  the  drama  was  one  of  his  first  essays  of 
criticism,  written  when  he  was  yet  a  timorous  candidate  for  rep- 
utation,and  therefore  laboured  with  that  diligence  which  he  might 
allow  himself  somewhat  to  remit,  when  his  name  gave  sanction 
to  his  positions,  and  his  awe  of  the  public  was  abated,  partly  by 
custom,  and  partly  by  success.  It  will  not  be  easy  to  find,  in  all 
the  opulence  of  our  language,  a  treatise  so  artfully  variegated 
with  successive  representations  of  opposite  probabilities,  so  en- 
livened with  imagery,  so  brightened  with  illustrations.  His  por- 
traits of  the  English  dramatists  are  wrought  with  great  spirit 
and  diligence.  The  account  of  Shakespeare  may  stand  as  a 
perpetual  model  of  encomiastic  criticism  ;  exact  without  mi- 
nuteness, and  lofty  without  exaggeration.  The  praise  lavish- 
ed by  Longinus,  on  the  attestation  of  the  heroes  of  Marathon,  by 
Demosthenes,  fades  away  before  it.  In  a  few  lines  is  exhibited 
a  character,  so  extensive  in  its  comprehension,  and  so  curious 
in  its  limitations,  that  nothing  can  be  added,  diminished,  or  re- 
formed ;  nor  can  the  editors  and  admirers  of  Shakespeare,  in  all 
their  emulation  of  reverence,  boast  of  much  more  than  of  having 
diffused  and  paraphrased  this  epitome  of  excellence,  of  having 
changed  Dryden's  gold  for  baser  metal,  of  lower  value,  though 
of  greater  bulk. 

In  this,  and  in  all  his  other  essays  on  the  same  subject,  the 
criticism  of  Dryden  is  the  criticism  of  a  poet ;  not  a  dull  collec- 
tion of  theorems,  nor  a  rude  detection  of  faults,  which  perhaps 
the  censor  was  not  able  to  have  committed  ;  but  a  gay  and  vigo- 
rous dissertation,  where  delight  is  mingled  with  instruction,  and 
where  the  author  proves  his  right  of  judgment,  by  his  power  of 
performance. 

The  different  manner  and  effect  with  which  critical  knowl- 
edge maybe  conveyed,  was  perhaps  never  more  clearly  exempli- 
fied than  in  the  performances  of  Rymer  and  Dryden.  It  was  said 
of  a  dispute  between  two  mathematicians,  "  malim  cum  Scali- 
gero  errare,  quam  cum  Clavio  recte  sapere  ;"  that  "  it  was  more 
eligible  to  go  wrong  with  one,  than  right  with  the  other."  A  ten- 
dency of  the  same  kind  every  mind  must  feel  at  the  perusal  of 
Drvden's  prefaces  and  Rymcr's  discourses.  With  Dryden  \vc 


LIFE  OF  DRYDLV 

are  wandering  in  quest  of  truth  ;  whom  we  find,  it  we  lind  her  ac 
all,  drest  in  the  graces  of  elegance  ;  and,  if  we  miss  her,  the  la^ 
bour  of  the  pursuit  rewards  itself ;  we  are  led  only  through  fra 
grancc  and  flowers.  Rymer,  without  taking  a  nearer,  takes  a 
rougher  way  ;  every  step  is  to  be  made  through  thorns  and 
brambles  ;  and  truth,  if  we  meet  her,  appears  repulsive  by  her 
mien,  and  ungraceful  by  her  habit.  Dry  den's  criticism  has  the 
majesty  of  a  queen  ;  Rymer's  has  the  ferocity  of  a  tyrant. 

As  he  had  studied  with  great  diligence  the  art  of  poetry,  and 
enlarged  or  rectified  his  notions,  by  experience  perpetually  in- 
creasing, he  had  his  mind  stored  with  principles  and  observa- 
tions ;  he  poured  out  his  knowledge  with  little  labour  ;  for  of 
labour,  notwithstanding  the  multiplicity  of  his  productions,  there 
is  sufficient  reason  to  suspect  that  he  wras  not  a  lover.  To  write 
co'/  nmore,  with  fondness  for  the  employment,  with  perpetual 
touches,  and  retouches,  with  unwillingness  to  take  leave  of  his 
own  idea,  and  an  unwearied  pursuit  of  unattainable  perfection, 
was,  I  think,  no  part  of  his  character. 

His  criticism  may  be  considered  as  general  or  occasional.  In 
his  general  precepts,  which  depend  upon  the  nature  of  things, 
and  the  structure  of  the  human  mind,  he  may  doubtless  be  safe- 
ly recommended  to  the  confidence  of  the  reader ;  but  his  occa- 
sional and  particular  positions  were  sometimes  interested,  some- 
times negligent,  and  sometimes  capricious.  It  is  not  without 
reason  that  Trapp,  speaking  of  the  praises  which  he  bestows 
on  Palamon  and  Arcite,  says,  u  Novimus  judicium  Drydeni  de 
poemate  quodam  Chauccri^  pulchro  sane  illo,  Sc  admodum  lau- 
dando,  nimirum  quod  non  modo  verc  epicum  sit,  sed  Iliacla  etiam 
atque  jEneada  sequet,  imo  superet.  Sed  novimus  codem  tern- 
pore  viri  iiiius  maximi  non  semper  accuratissimascsse  censuras, 
nee  ad  severissimam  critices  nor  main  cxactas  ;  illo  judice,  id 
plerum  JUG  optimum  est,  quod  mine  prse  manibus  habct,  Sc  in 
quo  mine  occupatur." 

He  is  therefore  by  no  means  constant  to  himself.  His  defence 
and  desertion  of  dramatic  rhyme  is  generally  known.  $fin:cc, 
in  his  remarks  on  Pope's  Odyssey,  produces  what  he  thinks  an 
uncon .:uerable  quotation  from  Dryden's  preface  to  the  ^Eneid, 
in  favour  of  translating  an  epic  poem  into  blank  verse  ;  but  he 
forgets  that  when  his  author  attempted  the  Iliad,  some  years 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  271 

afterward,  he  departed  from  his  own  decision,  and  translated 
into  rhyme. 

When  he  has  any  objection  to  obviate,  or  any  license  to  de- 
fend, he  is  not  very  scrupulous  about  what-he  asserts,  nor  very 
cautious,  if  the  present  purpose  be  served,  not  to  entangle  him- 
self in  his  own  sophistries.  But,  when  all  arts  are  exhausted, 
like  other  hunted  animals,  he  sometimes  stands  at  bay ;  when 
he  cannot  disown  the  grossness  of  one  of  his  plays,  he  declares 
that  he  knows  not  any  law  that  prescribes  morality  to  a  comic 
poet. 

His  remarks  on  ancient  or  modern  writers  are  not  always  to  be 
trusted.  His  parallel  of  the  versification  of  Ovid  with  that  of 
Claudian  has  been  very  justly  censured  by  SeiveL*  His  compari- 
son of  the  first  line  of  Virgil  with  the  first  of  Statins  is  not  happier. 
Virgil,  he  says,  is  soft  and  gentle,  and  would  have  thought  Sta- 
tius  mad,  if  he  had  heard  him  thundering  out 

Quse  superimposito  moles  geminnta  colosso. 

Statius  perhaps  heats  himself,  as  he  proceeds,  to  exaggerations 
somewhat  hyperbolical ;  but  undoubtedly  Virgil  would  have 
been  too  hasty,  if  he  had  condemned  him  to  straw  for  one  sound- 
ing line.  Dryden  wanted  an  instance,  and  the  first  that  occurred 
was  imprest  into  the  service. 

What  he  wishes  to  say,  he  says  at  hazard  ;  he  cited  Gorbuduc^ 
which  he  had  never  seen  ;  gives  a  false  account  of  Chapman9 s 
versification  ;  and  discovers,  in  the  preface  to  his  Fables,  that  he 
translated  the  first  book  of  the  Iliad,  without  knowing  what  was 
in  the  second. 

It  will  be  difficult  to  prove  that  Dryden  ever  made  any  great 
advances  in  literature.  As  having  distinguished  himself  at 
Westminster  under  the  tuition  of  Busby,  who  advanced  hi* 
scholars  to  a  height  of  knowledge  very  rarely  attained  in  gram- 
mar schools,  he  resided  afterward  at  Cambridge  ;  it  is  not  to  be- 
supposed,  that  his  skill  in  the  ancient  languages  was  deficient, 
compared  with  that  of  common  students  ;  but  his  scholastic  ac- 
quisitions seem  not  proportionate  to  his  opportunities  and  abilities. 
He  could  not,  like  Milton  or  Cowley,  have  made  his  name  illus- 
trious merely  by  his  learning.  He  mentions  but  few  books,  and 

*  TVefare  to  Ovid's  Metamorphosis.    Dr.  J 


272  UFE  OF  DRYDLN. 

those  such  as  lie  in  the  beaten  track  of  regular  study  ;  from 
which,  if  ever  he  departs,  he  is  in  danger  of  losing  himself  in 
unknown  regions. 

In  his  dialogue  on  the  drama,  he  pronounces  with  great  con- 
fidence that  the  Latin  tragedy  of  Medea  is  not  Ovid's  because  it 
is  not  sufficiently  interesting  and  pathetic.  He  might  have  de- 
termined the  question  upon  surer  evidence  ;  for  it  is  quoted  by 
Quintilian  as  the  work  of  Seneca  ;  and  the  only  line  which  re- 
mains of  Ovid's  play,  for  one  line  is  left  us,  is  not  there  to  be 
found.  There  was  therefore  no  need  of  the  gravity  of  conjec- 
ture, or  the  discussion  of  plot  or  sentiment,  to  find  what  was 
already  known  upon  higher  authority  than  such  discussions  can 
ever  reach. 

His  literature,  though  not  always  free  from  ostentation,  will 
be  commonly  found  either  obvious,  and  made  his  own  by  the  art 
of  dressing  it  ;  or  superficial,  which,  by  what  he  gives,  shows 
what  he  wanted  ;  or  erroneous,  hastily  collected,  and  negligent- 
ly scattered. 

Yet  it  cannot  be  said  that  his  genius  is  ever  unprovided  of  mat- 
ter, or  that  Ms  fancy  languishes  in  penury  of  ideas.     His  works 
abound  with  knowledge,  and  sparkle  with  illustrations.     There 
is  scarcely  any  science  or  faculty  that  does  not  supply  him  with 
occasional  images  and  lucky  similitudes  ;  every  page  discovers  a 
mind  very  widely  acquainted  both  with  art  and  nature,  and  in  full 
possession  of  great  stores  of  intellectual  wealth.     Of  him   that 
knows  much,  it  is  natural  to  suppose  that  he  has  read  with  dili- 
gence ;  yet  I  rather   believe  that  the  knowledge  of  Dryden  was 
gleaned  from  accidental  intelligence  and  various  conversation,  by 
a  quick  apprehension,  a  judicious  selection,  and  a  happy  memory, 
a  keen  appetite  of  knowledge,  and  a  powerful  digestion  ;  by  vig- 
ilance that  permitted  nothing  to  pass  without  notice,  and  a  habit 
of  reflection  that  su fierce!  nothing  useful  to  be  lost.     A  mind  like 
Drydeivs,  always  curious,  always  active,  to  which  every  under- 
standing was  proud  to  be   associated,  and  of  which  every  one 
solicited  the  regard,  by  an  ambitious  display  of  himself,  had  a  more 
pleasant,  perhaps  a  nearer  way  to  knowledge  than  by  the  silent 
progress  of  solitary  reading.     I  do  not  suppose  that  he  despised 
hooks,  or  intentionally  neglected  them  ;  but  that  he  was  carried 
oat,  !>v  the  impetuosity  of  his  genius,  to  morevivid  and  speedy 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEX.  273 

instructors;  and  that  his  studies  were  rather  desultory  and  for- 
tuitous than  constant  and  systematical. 

It  must  be  confessed  that  he  scarcely  ever  appears  to  want 
book  learning  but  when  he  mentions  books  ;  and  to  him  may  be 
transferred  the  praise  which  he  gives  his  master  Charles. 

His  conversation,  wit  and  parts, 
His  knowledge  in  the  noblest  useful  aria, 

Were  such,  dead  authors  could  not  give. 

But  Latitudes  of  those  that  live  ; 
Who,  lighting  him,  did  greater  lights  receive  ; 

He  drain'd  from  all,  and  ail  they  knew, 
His  apprehension  quick,  his  judgment  true  ; 

That  the  most  learn'd,  with  shame  confess, 
His  knowledge  more,  his  reading  only  less. 

Of  all  this,  however,  if  the  proof  be  demanded,  I  will  not  un- 
dertake to  give  it ;  the  atoms  of  probability,  of  which  my  opinion 
has  been  formed,  lie  scattered  over  ail  his  works  ;  and  by  him 
who  thinks  the  question  worth  his  notice,  his  works  must  be 
perused  with  very  close  attention. 

Criticism,  either  didactic  or  defensive,  occupies  almost  all  his 
prose,  except  those  pages  which  he  has  devoted  to  his  patrons  ; 
but  none  of  his  prefaces  were  ever  thought  tedious.  They  have 
not  the  formality  of  a  settled  style,  in  which  the  first  half  of  the 
sentence  betrays  the  other.  The  clauses  are  never  balanced,  nor 
the  periods  modelled  ;  every  word  seems  to  drop  by  chance, 
though  it  falls  into  its  proper  place.  Nothing  is  cold  or  languid  ; 
the  whole  is  airy,  animated,  and  vigorous  ;  what  is  little,  is  gay  ; 
what  is  great,  is  splendid.  He  may  be  thought  to  mention  him- 
self too  frequently  ;  but,  while  he  forces  himself  upon  our  esteem, 
we  cannot  refuse  him  to  stand  high  in  his  oAvn.  Every  thing  is 
excused  by  the  play  of  images,  and  the  sprightliness  of  expres- 
sion. Though  all  is  easy,  nothing  is  feeble ;  though  all  seems 
careless,  there  is  nothing  harsh  ;  and  though,  since  his  earlier 
works,  more  than  a  century  has  passed,  they  have  nothing  yet 
uncouth  or  obsolete. 

He  who  writes  much  will  not  easily  escape  a  manner  ;  such 
a  recurrence  of  particular  modes  as  may  be  easily  noted.  Dry- 
den  is  always  another  and  ths  same  ;  he  does  not  exhibit  a  second 
time  the  same  elegances  in  the  same  form,  nor  appears  to  havr 
anv  other  art  than  that  of  expressing  with  clearness  what  he 


|,n  E  OF  DUYDEN. 

thinks  with  vigour.  His  style  could  not  easily  be  imitated,  cither 
seriously  or  ludicrously  ;  for,  being  always  equable  and  always 
varied,  it  has  no  prominent  or  discriminative  characters.  The 
beauty  which  is  totally  free  from  disproportion  of  parts  and  iea- 
tures,  cannot  be  ridiculed  by  an  overcharged  resemblance. 

From  his  prose,  however,  Dryden  derives  only  his  accidental 
and  secondary  praise  ;  the  veneration  with  which  his  name  is 
pronounced  by  every  cultivator  of  English  literature,  is  paid  to 
him  as  he  refined  the  language,  improved  the  sentiments,  and 
tuned  the  numbers  of  English  poetry. 

After  about  half  a  century  of  forced  thoughts,  and  rugged  me- 
tre, some  advances  toward  nature  and  harmony  had  been  already 
made  by  Waller  and  Denham  ;  they  had  shown  that  long  dis- 
courses in  rhyme  grew  more  pleasing  when  they  were  broken 
into  couplets,  and  that  verse  consisted  not  only  in  the  number  but 
the  arrangement  of  syllables. 

But  though  they  did  much,  who  can  deny  that  they  left  much 
to  do  ?  Their  works  were  not  many,  nor  were  their  minds  of 
very  ample  comprehension.  More  examples  of  more  modes  of 
composition  were  necessary  for  the  establishment  of  regularity, 
and  the  introduction  of  propriety  in  word  and  thought. 

Every  language  of  a  learned  nation  necessarily  divides  itself 
into  diction,  scholastic  and  popular,  grave  and  familiar,  elegant 
and  gross  ;  and  from  a  nice  distinction  of  these  different  parts 
arises  a  great  part  of  the  beauty  of  style.  But,  if  we  except  a 
few  minds,  the  favourites  of  nature,  to  whom  their  own  original 
rectitude  was  in  the  place  of  rules,  this  delicacy  of  selection  was 
little  known  to  our  authors  ;  our  speech  lay  before  them  in  a 
heap  of  confusion  ;  and  every  man  took  for  every  purpose  what 
chance  might  offer  him. 

There  was  therefore  before  the  time  of  Dryden  no  poetical 
diction,  no  system  of  words  at  once  refined  from  the  grossness 
of  domestic  use,  and  free  from  the  harshness  of  terms  appropri- 
ated to  particular  arts.  Words  too  familiar,  or  too  remote,  de- 
feat the  purpose  of  a  poet.  From  those  sounds  which  we  hear 
on  small  or  on  coarse  occasions,  we  do  not  easily  receive  strong 
impressions,  or  delightful  images ;  and  words  to  which  we  arc 
nearly  strangers,  whenever  they  occur,  draw  that  attention  on 
themselves  which  they  should  transmit  to  things, 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  27  S 

Those  happy  combinations  of  words  which  distinguish  poetry 
from  prose,  had  been  rarely  attempted  ;  we  had  few  elegances 
or  flowers  of  speech  ;  the  roses  had  not  yet  been  plucked  from 
the  bramble,  or  different  colours  had  not  been  joined  to  enliven 
one  another. 

It  may  be  doubted  whether  Waller  and  Denham  could  have 
overborne  the  prejudices  which  had  long  prevailed,  and  which 
even  then  were  sheltered  by  the  protection  of  Cowley.  The  new 
versification,  as  it  was  called,  may  be  considered  as  owing  its 
establishment  to  Dryden  ;  from  whose  time  it  is  apparent  that 
English  poetry  has  had  no  tendency  to  relapse  to  its  former  sav- 
ageness. 

The  affluence  and  comprehension  of  our  language  is  very  il- 
lustriously displayed  in  our  poetical  translations  of  ancient  writ- 
ers ;  a  work  which  the  French  seem  to  relinquish  in  despair, 
and  which  we  were  long  unable  to  perform  with  dexterity.  Ben 
Jonson  thought  it  necessary  to  copy  Horace  almost  word  by  word  ; 
Feltham,  his  contemporary  and  adversary,  considers  it  as  indis- 
pensably requisite  in  a  translation  to  give  line  for  line.  It  is  said 
that  Sandys,  whom  Dryden  calls  .the  best  versifier  of  the  last  age, 
has  struggled  hard  to  comprise  every  book  of  his  English  Met- 
amorphosis in  the  same  number  of  verses  with  the  original. 
Holiday  had  nothing  in  view  but  to  show  that  he  understood  his 
author,  with  so  little  regard  to  thet  grandeur  of  his  diction,  or  the 
volubility  of  his  numbers,  that  his  metres  can  hardly  be  called 
verses  ;  they  cannot  be  read  without  reluctance,  nor  will  the  la- 
bour always  be  rewarded  by  understanding  them.  Cowley  saw 
that  such  copiers  were  a  servile  race  ;  he  asserted  his  liberty, 
and  spread  his  wings  so  boldly  that  he  left  his  authors.  It  was 
reserved  for  Dryden  to  fix  the  limits  of  poetical  liberty,  and  gi\\ 
us  just  rules  and  examples  of  translation. 

When  languages  are  formed  upon  different 'principles,  it  i* 
impossible  that  the  same  modes  of  expression  should  always  be 
elegant  in  both.  While  they  run  on  together,  the  closest  trans- 
lation may  be  considered  as  the  best  ;  but  when  they  divaricate, 
each  must  take  its  natural  course.  Where  correspondence  cau- 
not  be  obtained,  it  is  necessary  to  be  content  with  something 
equivalent.  "  Translation,  therefore,"  says  Dryden,  "  ic  not  &c 
loose  as  paraphrase,  nor  so  close  as  metaphrase.' 

VOL.  i.  36 


;>r(J  J.IMi  OF  JJltYDK  \ 

All  polished  languages  have  different  styles  ;  the  concise,  the 
diffuse,  the  lolly,  and  the  humble.  In  the  proper  choice  of  style 
consists  the  resemblance  which  Dryden  principally  exacts  from 
i he  translator.  He  is  to  exhibit  his  author's  thoughts  in  such  a 
dress  of  diction  as  the  author  would  have  given  them,  had  his 
language  been  English  ;  rugged  magnificence  is  not  to  be  soft' 
rued  ;  hyperbolical  ostentation  is  not  to  be  repressed  ;  nor  sen- 
tentious affectation  to  have  its  points  blunted.  A  translator  is  to 
be  like  his  author  ;  it  is  not  his  business  to  excel  him. 

The  reasonableness  of  these  rules  seems  sufficient  for  their 
vindication  ;  and  the  effects  produced  by  observing  them  were  so 
happy,  that  I  "know  not  whether  they  were  ever  opposed  but  by 
sir  Edward  Sherburnc,  a  man  whose  learning  was  greater  than 
his  powers  of  poetry  ;  and  who,  being  better  qualified  to  give  the 
meaning  than  the  spirit  of  Seneca,  has  introduced  his  version  o* 
three  tragedies  by  a  defence  of  close  translation.  The  authority 
of  Horace,  which  the  new  translators  cited  in  defence  of  their 
practice,  he  has,  by  a  judicious  explanation,  taken  fairly  from 
them  ;  but  reason  wants  not  Horace  to  support  it. 

It  seldom  happens  that  all  the  necessary  causes  concur  to  any 
great  effect ;  will  is  wanting  to  power,  or  power  to  will,  or  both 
are  impeded  by  external  obstructions,  .  The  exigences  in  which 
Dryden  was  condemned  to  pass  his  life,  are  reasonably  supposed 
to  have  blasted  his  genius,  to  have  driven  out  his  works  in  a  state 
of  immaturity,  and  to  have  intercepted  the  full  blown  elegance 
which  longer  growth  would  have  supplied. 

Poverty,  like  other  rigid  powers,  is  sometimes  too  hastily  ac- 
cused. If  the  excellence  of  Dryden's  works  was  lessened  by  his 
indigence,  their  number  was  increased  ;  and  I  know  not  how  it 
will  be  proved,  that  if  he  had  written  less  he  would  have  written 
better  ;  or  that  indeed  he  would  have  undergone  the  toil  of  an 
author,  if  he  had  not  been  solicited  by  something  more  pressing 
than  the  love  of  praise. 

But,  as  is  said  by  his  Sebastian, 

What  had  been,  is  unknown  ;  -what  is,  appears. 

We  know  that  Dryden's  several  productions  were  so  many  suc- 
cessive expedients  for  his  support  ;  his  plays  were  therefore 
often  borrowed  ;  and  his  poems  were  almost  all  occasional. 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN. 

In  an  occasional  performance  no  height  of  excellence  can  be 
expected  from  any  mind,  however  fertile  in  itself,  and  however 
stored  with  acquisitions.  He  whose  work  is  general  and  arbi- 
trary has  the  choice  of  his  matter,  and  takes  that  which  his  incli- 
nation and  his  studies  have  best  qualified  him  to  display  and  dec- 
orate. He  is  at  liberty  to  delay  his  publication,  till  he  has  satis- 
fied his  friends  and  himself;  till  he  has  reformed  his  first  thoughts 
by  subsequent  examination,  and  polished  away  those  faults  which 
the  precipitance  of  ardent  composition  is  likely  to  leave  behind 
it.  Virgil  is  related  to  have  poured  out  a  great  number  of  lines 
in  the  morning,  and  to  have  passed  the  day  in  reducing  them  to 
fewer. 

The  occasional  poet  is  circumscribed  by  the  narrowness  of  his 
subject.  Whatever  can  happen  to  man  has  happened  so  often, 
that  little  remains  for  fancy  or  invention.  We  have  been  ail 
born  ;  we  have  most  of  us  been  married  ;  and  so  many  have  died 
before  us,  that  our  deaths  can  supply  but  few  materials  for  a 
poet.  In  the  fate  of  princes  the  public  has  an  interest ;  and  what 
happens  to  them  of  good  or  evil,  the  poets  have  always  consid- 
ered as  business  for  the  muse.  But  after  so  many  inauguratory 
gratulutions,  nuptial  hymns,  and  funeral  dirges,  he  must  be  high- 
ly favoured  by  nature,  or  by  fortune,  who  says  any  thing  not  said 
before.  Even  war  and  conquest,  however  splendid,  suggest  no 
new  images  ;  the  triumphal  chariot  of  a  victorious  monarch 
can  be  decked  only  with  those  ornaments  that  have  graced  his 
predecessors. 

Not  only  matter  but  time  is  wanting.  The  poem  must  not  be 
delayed  till  the  occasion  is  forgotten.  The  lucky  moments  of 
animated  imagination  cannot  be  attended  ;  elegances  and  illus- 
trations cannot  be  multiplied  by  gradual  accumulation  ;  the  com- 
position must  be  despatched,  while  conversation  is  yet  busy,  and 
admiration  fresh  ;  and  haste  is  to  be  made,  lest  some  other  event 
should  lay  hold  upon  mankind. 

Occasional  compositions  may  however  secure  to  a  writer  the 
praise  both  of  learning  and  facility  ;  for  they  cannot  be  the  effect 
of  long  study,  and  nwst  be  furnished  immediately  from  the  trcas 
nres  of  the  mind. 

The  death  of  Cromwell  was  the  first  public  event  which 
called  forth  Dryden's  poetical  powers.  His  heroic  star,/.:is  have 


278  LIFE  OF  DRYDEN. 

beauties  and  delects  ;  the  thoughts  are  vigorous,  and,  though  not 
always  proper,  show  a  mind  replete  with  ideas  ;  the  numbers 
arc  smooth  ;  and  the  diction,  if  not  altogether  correct,  is  elegant 
and  easy.  * 

Davcnant  was  perhaps  at  this  time  his  favourite  author,  though 
Goodibeit  never  appears  to  have  been  popular  ;  and  from  Dave- 
nant  he  learned  to  please  his  ear  with  the  stanza  of  four  lines 
alternately  rhymed. 

Dry  den  very  early  formed  his  versification  ;  there  are  in  this 
early  production  no  traces  of  Donne's  or  Jonson's  rugged- 
ness  ;  but  he  did  not  so  soon  free  his  mind  from  the  ambition  of 
forced  conceits.  In  his  verses  on  the  restoration,  he  says  of  the 
king's  exile, 

He,  toss'cl  by  fate, 

Could  taste  no  sweets  of  youth's  desired  age, 
But  found  his  life  too  true  a  pilgrimage. 

And  afterward,  to  show  how  virtue  and  wisdom  are  increased  by 
adversity,  he  makes  this  remark  ; 

Well  might  the  ancient  poets  then  confer, 
On  night  the  honour'd  name  of  counsellor, 
Since,  struck  with  rays  of  prosperous  fortune  blind, 
We  light  alone  in  dark  afflictions  find. 

His  praise  of  Monk's  dexterity  comprises  such  a  cluster  of 
thoughts  unallied  to  one  another,  as  will  not  elsewhere  be  easily 
found. 

'Twas  Monk,  whom  Providence  designed  to  loose 

Those  real  bonds  fabe  freedom  did  impose. 

The  blessed  saints  that  watch'd  this  turning  scene, 

Did  from  their  stars  with  joyful  wonder  lean, 

To  see  small  clues  draw  vastest  weights  along, 

Not  in  their  bulk,  but  in  their  order  strong. 

Thus  pencils  can  by  one  slight  touch  restore 

Smiles  to  that  changed  face  that  wept  before. 

With  ease  such  fond  chimeras  we  pursue, 

As  fancy  frames,  for  fancy  to  subdue  ; 

But,  when  ourselves  to  action  we  betake, 

It  shuns  the  mint  like  gold  that  chymisto  make  , 

How  hard  was  then  his  task,  at  once  to  be 

What  in  the  body  natural  AVC  see  ! 

Man's  architect  distinctly  did  ordain 

The  charge  of  muscles,  nerves,  and  of  the  brain 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN. 

Through  viewless  conduits  spirits  to  dispense 

The  springs  of  motion  from  the  seat  of  sense. 

'Twas  not  the  hasty  product  of  a  day, 

But  the  well  ripen'd  fruit  of  wise  delay. 

He,  like  a  patient  angler,  ere  he  strook, 

Would  let  them  play  awhile  upon  the  hook. 

Our  healthful  food  the  stomach  labours  thus, 

At  first  embracing  what  it  straight  cloth  crush. 

Wise  leeches  will  not  vain  receipts  obtrude, 

While  growing  pains  pronounce  the  humours  crude  ; 

Deaf  to  complaints,  they  wait  upon  the  ill, 

Till  some  safe  crisis  authorize  their  skill. 

He  had  not  yet  learned,  indeed  he  never  learned  well  to  for- 
bear the  improper  use  of  mythology.  After  having  rewarded 
the  heathen  deities  for  their  care, 

With  Alga  -who  the  sacred  altar  strows  ? 
To  all  the  sea  gods  Charles  an  offering  owes  ; 
A  bull  to  thee,  Portunus,  shall  be  slain  ; 
A  ram  to  you,  ye  tempests  of  the  main. 

He  tells  us,  in  the  language  of  religion, 

Pray'r  storm'd  the  skies,  and  ravish'd  Charles  from  thence, 
As  heav'n  itself  is  took  by  violence. 

And  afterward  mentions  one  of  the  most  awful  passages  of  sac- 
red history. 

Other  conceits  there  are,  too  curious  to  be  quite  omitted  ;   as, 

For  by  example  most  we  sinn'd  before, 

And,  glass  like,  clearness  mix'd  with  frailty  bore. 

How  far  he  was  yet  from  thinking  it  necessary  to  found  his 
sentiments  on  nature,  appears  from  the  extravagance  of  his  fic- 
tions and  hyperboles. 

The  winds,  that  never  moderation  knew, 
Afraid  to  blow  too  much,  too  faintly  blew  ; 
Or,  out  of  breath  with  joy,  could  not  enlarge 

Their  straiten'd  lungs. 

It  is  no  longer  motion  cheats  your  view  ; 
As  j'ou  meet  it,  the  land  approacheth  you; 
The  land  returns,  and  in  the  white  it  wears 
The  marks  of  penitence  and  sorrow  bears. 

I  know  not  whether  this  fancy,  however  little  be  its  value,  was 
not  borrowed.     A  French  poet  read  to  Malherbe  some  verses,. 


280  LIFE  OF  DHYDEX 

in  which  he  represents  France  as  moving  out  of  its  place  to  re- 
ceive the  king-.  "  Though  this,"  said  Malherbe,  "  was  in  my 
time,  I  do  not  remember  it." 

His  poem  on  the  Coronation  has  a  more  even  tenor  of  thought . 
Some  lines  deserve  to  be  quoted. 

You  have  already  qucnchM  sedition's  brand  ; 
And  zeal,  that  burnt  it,  only  warms  the  land  ; 
The  jealous  sects  that  durst  not  trust  their  cause 
So  tar  from  their  own  will  as  to  the  laws, 
Him  for  their  umpire  and  their  synod  take, 
And  their  appeal  alone  to  Cesar  make. 

Here  may  be  found  one  particle  of  that  old  versification,  of 
which,  I  believe,  in  all  his  works,  there  is  not  another. 

Nor  is  it  duty,  or  our  hope  alone, 
Creates  that  joy,  but  full  fruition. 

In  the  verses  to  the  lord  chancellor  Clarendon,  two  years  after- 
ward, is  a  conceit  so  hopeless  at  the  first  view,  that  few  would 
have  attempted  it  ;  and  so  successfully  laboured,  that  though  at 
last  it  gives  the  reader  more  perplexity  than  pleasure,  and  seems 
hardly  worth  the  study  that  it  costs,  yet  it  must  be  valued  as  a 
proof  of  a  mind  at  once  subtle  and  comprehensive  ; 

In  open  prospect  nothing  bounds  our  eye, 
Until  the  earth  seems  join'd  unto  the  sky  ; 
So  in  this  hemisphere  our  utmost  view 
Is  only  bounded  by  our  king  and  you  ; 
Our  sight  is  limited  where  you  are  join'd, 
And  beyond  that  no  farther  heaven  can  find. 
So  well  your  virtues  do  with  his  agree, 
That  tliough  your  orbs  of  different  greatness  li-. 
Yet  both  are  for  each  other's  use  dispos'd, 
His  to  enclose,  and  yours  to  be  cnclos'd.      , 
Nor  could  another  in  your  room  have  been. 
Except  an  emptiness  had  come  between. 

The  comparison  of  the  chancellor  to  the  Indies  leaves  all  re- 
semblance too  far  behind  it. 

And  as  the  Indies  were  not  found  before 

Those  rich  perfumes  which  from  the  happy  shore 

The  winds  upon  their  balmy  wings  convey'd, 

AVhose  guilty  sweetness  first  their  world  betray 'd  ; 

•So  by  your  counsels  we  are  brought  to  \iew 

A  new  nr.'l  uudiscover'd  world  in  you. 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEX.  281 

There  is  another  comparison, for  there  is  little  else  in  the  poem, 
of  which,  though  perhaps  it  cannot  be  explained  into  plain  pro- 
saic meaning,  the  mind  perceives  enough  to  be  delighted,  and 
readily  forgives  its  obscurity,  for  its  magnificence. 

How  strangely  active  are  the  arts  of  peace, 
Whose  restless  motions  less  than  wars  do  cease  ! 
Peace  is  not  freed  from  labour,  hut  from  noise  ; 
And  war  more  force,  but  not  more  pains  employs. 
Such  is  the  mighty  swiftness  of  your  mind, 
That,  like  the  earth's,  it  leaves  our  sense  behind  ; 
"While  you  so  smoothly  turn  and  roll  our  sphere, 
That  rapid  motion  does  but  rest  appear. 
For  as  in  nature's  swiftness,  with  the  throng 
Of  flying  orbs  while  ours  is  borne  along, 
All  seems  at  rest  to  the  deluded  eye, 
Mov'd  by  the  soul  of  the  same  harmony  ; 
So  carry'd  on  by  your  unwearied  care, 
We  rest  in  peace,  and  yet  in  motion  share. 

To  this  succeed  four  lines,  which  perhaps  afford  Dryden's 
first. attempt  at  those  penetrating  remarks  on  human  nature; 
for  which  he  seems  to  have  been  peculiarly  formed. 

Let  envy  then  those  crimes  within  you  see, 
From  which  the  happy  never  roust  be  free  ; 
Envy,  that  does  with  misery  reside, 
The  joy  and  the  revenge  of  ruin'd  pride. 

Into  this  poem  he  seems  to  have  collected  all  his  powers  ; 
and  after  this  he  did  not  often  bring  upon  his  anvil  such  stubborn 
and  unmalleable  thoughts  ;  but,  as  a  specimen  of  his  abilities  to 
unite  the  most  unsociable  matter,  he  has  concluded  with  lines  of 
which  I  think  not  myself  obliged  to  tell  the  meaning  ; 

Yet  unimpair'd  with  labours,  or  with  time, 
Your  age  but  seems  to  a  new  youth  to  climb. 
Thus  heavenly  bodies  do  our  time  beget, 
And  measure  change,  but  share  no  part  of  it ; 
And  still  it  shall  without  a  weight  increase, 
Like  this  new  year  whose  motions  never  cease. 
For  since  the  glorious  course  you  have  begun 
Is  led  by  Charles,  as  that  is  by  the  sun, 
It  must  both  weightless  and  immortal  prove, 
Because  the  centre  of  it  is  above. 

In  the  Annus  Mirabilia  he  returned  to  the  quatrain,  which 
from  that  time  he  totally  quitted,  perhaps  from  this  experience 


28:3  LIFE  OF  DRYDEN. 

of  its  inconvenience,  for  he  complains  of  its  difficulty.  This  is 
one  of  his  greatest  attempts.  He  had  subjects  equal  to  his  abil- 
ities, a  great  naval  war,  and  the  fire  of  London.  Battles  have 
always  been  described  in  heroic  poetry ;  but  a  sea  fight  and 
artillery  had  yet  something  of  novelty.  New  arts  are  long  in 
the  world  before  poets  describe  them  ;  for  they  borrow  every 
thing  from  their  predecessors,  and  commonly  derive  very  little 
from  nature  or  from  life.  Boileau  was  the  first  French  writer 
that  had  ever  hazarded  in  verse  the  mention  of  modern  war,  or 
the  effects  of  gunpowder.  We,  who  are  less  afraid  of  novelty 
had  already  possession  of  those  dreadful  images.  Waller  had 
described  a  sea  fight.  Milton  had  not  yet  transferred  the  inven- 
tion of  firearms  to  the  rebellious  angels. 

This  poem  is  written  with  great  diligence,  yet  does  not  fully 
answer  the  expectation  raised  by  such  subjects  and  such  a  writer. 
With  the  stanza  of  Davcnant  he  has  sometimes  his  vein  of  paren- 
thesis, and  incidental  disquisition,  and  stops  his  narrative  for  a 
\vise  remark. 

The  general  fault  is,  that  he  affords  more  sentiment  than 
description,  and  does  not  so  much  impress  scenes  upon  the  fan- 
cy, as  deduce  consequences  and  make  comparisons. 

The  initial  stanzas  have  rather  too  much  resemblance  to  the 
first  lines  of  Waller's  poem  on  the  War  with  Spain  ;  perhaps 
such  a  beginning  is  natural,  and  could  not  be  avoided  without 
affectation.  Both  Waller  and  Dryden  might  take  their  hint  from 
the  poem  on  the  civil  war  of  Rome,  "  Orbem  jam  totum,"  &c. 

Of  the  king  collecting  his  navy,  he  says, 

It  seems  as  every  ship  their  sovereign  knows, 

His  awful  summons  they  so  soon  obey  ; 
So  hear  the  scaly  herd 3  when  Proteus  blows, 

And  so  to  pasture  follow  through  the  sea. 

It  would  not  be  hard  to  believe  that  Dryden  had  written  the 
two  first  lines  seriously,  and  that  some  wag  had  added  the  two 
latter  in  burlesque.  Who  would  expect  the  lines  that  immedi- 
ately follow,  which  are  indeed  perhaps  indecently  hyperbolical? 
but  certainly  in  a  mode  totally  different  ? 

To  see  this  fleet  upon  the  ocean  move, 

jVnsrels  drew  wide  the  curtains  of  the  skies; 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  283 

And  heaven,  as  if  there  wanted  lights  above, 
For  tapers  made  two  glaring  comets  rise. 

The  description  of  the  attempt  at  Bergen  will  afford  a  very 
Complete  specimen  of  the  descriptions  in  this  poem. 

And  now  approach'd  their  fleet  from  India,  fraught 

With  all  the  riches  of  the  rising  sun  ; 
And  precious  sand  from  southern  climates  brought, 

The  fatal  regions  where  the  war  begun. 

Like  hunted  castors,  conscious  of  their  store, 

Their  waylaid  wealth  to  Norway's  coast  they  bring  ; 

Then  first  the  north's  cold  bosom  spices  bore, 
And  winter  brooded  on  the  eastern  spring. 

By  the  rich  scent  we  found  our  perfum'd  pray, 
Which,  flank'd  with  rocks,  did  close  in  covert  lie ; 

And  round  about  their  murd'ring  cannon  lay, 
At  once  to  threaten  and  invite  the  eye. 

Fiercer  than  cannon,  and  than  rocks  more  hard, 

The  English  undertake  th'  unequal  war  ; 
Seven  ships  alone,  by  which  the  port  is  barr'd, 

Besiege  the  Indies,  and  all  Denmark  dare. 

These  fight  like  husbands,  but  like  lovers  those  ; 

These  fain  would  keep,  and  those  more  fain  enjoy ; 
And  to  such  height  their  frantic  passion  grows, 

That  what  both  love,  both  hazard  to  destroy. 

Amidst  whole  heaps  of  spices  lights  a  ball, 

And  now  their  odours  arm'd  against  them  fly  ; 

Some  preciously  by  sbatter'd  porcelain  fall, 
And  some  by  aromatic  splinters  die. 

And,  though  by  tempests  of  the  prize  bereft, 

In  heaven's  inclemency  some  ease  we  find ; 
Our  foes  we  vanquish'd  by  our  valour  left, 

And  only  yielded  to  the  seas  and  wind. 

In  this  manner  is  the  sublime  too  often  mingled  with  the 
ridiculous.  The  Dutch  seek  a  shelter  for  a  wealthy  fleet  ;  this 
surely  needed  no  illustration  ;  yet  they  must  fly,  not  like  all  the 
rest  of  mankind  on  the  same  occasion,  but  "  like  hunted  cas- 
tors ;"  and  they  might  with  strict  propriety  be  hunted  ;  for  we 
winded  them  by  our  noses  ;  their  perfumes  betrayed  them.  The 
husband  and  the  /ox»er,  though  of  more  dignity  than  the  castor, 
are  images  too  domestic  to  mingle  properly  with  the  horrors  of 
\var.  The  two  quatrains  that  follow  are  worthy  of  the  author, 

vot.  r.  37 


-i84  LIFE  OF  DRYDEW. 

The  account  ol'  the  different  sensations  with  which  the  two 
fleets  retired,  when  the  night  parted  them,  is  one  of  the  fairest 
flowers  of  English  poetry. 

The  night  comes  on,  we  eager  to  pursue 

The  combat  still,  and  they  asham'd  to  leave  ; 

Till  the  last  streaks  of  dying  day  withdrew, 
And  doubtful  moonlight  did  our  rage  deceive. 

In  tli'  English  fleet  each  ship  resounds  with  joy, 
And  loud  applause  of  their  great  leader's  fame  ; 

In  fiery  dreams  the  Dutch  they  still  destroy, 
And,  slumhering,  smile  at  the  imagiri'd  flame. 

Not  so  the  Holland  fleet,  who,  tir*d  and  done, 
Stretch'd  on  their  decks,  like  weary  oxen  lie  ; 

Faint  sweats  all  down  their  mighty  members  run, 
Vast  bulks,  which  little  souls  but  ill  supply. 

In  dreams  they  fearful  precipices  tread, 
Or,-  shipwreck'd,  labour  to  some  distant  shore  ; 

Or,  in  dark  churches,  walk  among  the  dead  ; 

They  wake  with  horror,  and  dare  sleep  no  more. 

It  is  a  general  rule  in  poetry,  that  all  appropriated  terms 
of  art  should  be  sunk  in  general  expressions,  because  poetry 
is  to  speak  an  universal  language.  This  rule  is  still  stronger 
with  regard  to  arts  not  liberal,  or  confined  to  few,  and  there- 
fore far  removed  from  common  knowledge  ;  and  of  this  kind, 
certainly,  is  technical  navigation.  Yet  Dryden  was  of  opinion? 
that  a  sea  fight  ought  to  be  described  in  the  nautical  language  ; 
*'  and  certainly,"  says  he,  "  as  those,  who  in  a  logical  disputa- 
tion keep  to  general  terms,  would  hide  a  fallacy,  so  those  who 
do  it  in  any  poetical  description  would  veil  their  ignorance." 

Let  us  then  appeal  to  experience  ;  for  by  experience  at  last 
we  learn  as  well  what  will  please  as  what  will  profit.  In  the 
battle,  his  terms  seem  to  have  been  blown  away  ;  but  he  deals 
them  liberally  in  the  dock. 

So  here  some  pick  out  bullets  from  the  side, 

Some  drive  old  oakum  thro'  each  seam  and  rift  • 

Their  left  hand  does  the  calking  iron  guide, 
The  rattling  mallet  with  the  right  they  lift. 

With  boiling  pitch  another  near  at  hand 

From  friendly  Sweden  brought,  the  seams  in  stops 

Which,  well  laid  o'er,  the  salt  sea  waves  withstand, 
And  shake  them  from  the  rising  beak  in  drops. 


LIFE  OP  DRYDEN.  28;> 

Some  the  gall'd  ropes  with  dauby  marling  bind, 
Or  searcloth  masts  with  strong  tarpa-^ling  coats; 

To  try  new  shrouds  one  mounts  into  the  wind, 
And  one  below,  their  ease  or  stiffness  notes. 

I  suppose  here  is  not  one  term  which  every  reader  does  not 
wish  away. 

His  digression  to  the  original  and  progress  of  navigation,  with 
his  prospect  of  the  advancement  which  it  shall  receive  from  the 
royal  society,  then  newly  instituted,  may  be  considered  as  an  ex- 
ample seldom  equalled  of  seasonable  excursion  and  artful  return. 

One  line,  however,  leaves  me  discontented  ;  he  says,  that,  by 
the  help  of  the  philosophers, 

Instructed  ships  shall  sail  to  quick  commerce, 
By  which  remotest  regions  are  allied. 

Which  he  is  constrained  to  explain  in  a  note,  "  by  a  more  ex- 
act measure  of  longitude."  It  had  better  become  Dryden's 
learning  and  genius  to  have  laboured  science  into  poetry,  and 
have  shown,  by  explaining  longitude,  that  verse  did  not  refuse 
the  ideas  of  philosophy. 

His  description  of  the  fire  is  painted  by  resolute  meditation,  out 
of  a  mind  better  formed  to  reason  than  to  feel.  The  conflagra- 
tion of  a  city,  with  all  its  tumults  of  concomitant  distress,  is  one 
of  the  most  dreadful  spectacles  which  this  world  can  offer  to  hu- 
man eyes  ;  yet  it  seems  to  raise  little  emotion  in  the  breast  of 
the  poet ;  he  watches  the  flame  coolly  from  street  to  street,  with 
now  a  reflection,  and  now  a  simile,  till  at  last  he  meets  the  king, 
for  whom  he  makes  a  speech,  rather  tedious  in  a  time  so 
busy  ;  and  then  follows  again  the  progress  of  the  fire. 

There  are,  however,  in  this  part  some  passages  that  deserve 
.attention  ;  as  in  the  beginning  ; 

The  diligence  of  trades  and  noiseful  gain, 

And  luxury,  more  late,  asleep  were  laid  ' 
All  was  the  night's,  and  in  her  silent  reign, 

No  sound  the  rest  of  nature  did  invade 
In  this  deep  quiet 

The  expression  "  All  was  the  night's,"  is  taken  from  Seneca, 
who  remarks  on  Virgil's  line, 

Omnia  noctis  erant,  placida  composta  cjuiete, 

that  he  might  have  conclude    better, 

Omnia  noctis  erant- 


286  LIFE  OF  DRYDEN. 

-  The  following  quatrain  is  vigorous  and  animated  ; 

The  ghosts  of  traitors  from  the  bridge  descend 

With  bold  fanatic  spectres  to  rejoice ; 
About  the  fire  into  a  dance  they  bend, 

And  sing  their  sabbath  notes  with  feeble  voice. 

His  prediction  of  the  improvements  which  shall  be  made  in 
the  new  city,  is  elegant  and  poetical,  and  with  an  event  which 
poets  cannot  always  boast,  has  been  happily  verified.  The  poem 
concludes  with  a  simile  that  might  have  better' been  omitted. 

Dryden,  when  he  wrote  this  poem,  seems  not  yet  fully  to  have 
formed  his  versification,  or  settled  his  system  of  propriety. 

From  this  time,  he  addicted  himself  almost  wholly  to  the  stage, 
"  to  which,"  says  he,  "  my  genius  never  much  inclined  me," 
merely  as  the  most  profitable  market  for  poetry.  By  writing 
tragedies  in  rhyme  he  continued  to  improve  his  diction  and  his 
numbers.  According  to  the  opinion  of  Harte,  who  had  studied 
his  works  with  great  attention,  he  settled  his  principles  of  versi- 
fication in  1676,  when  he  produced  the  play  of  Aureng  Zebc  ; 
and,  according  to  his  own  account  of  the  short  time  in  which  he 
•wrote  Tyrannic  Love,  and  The  State  of  Innocence,  he  soon  ob- 
tained the  full  effect  of  diligence,  and  added  facility  to  exactness. 

Rhyme  has  been  so  long  banished  from  the  theatre,  that  we 
know  not  its  effects  upon  the  passions  of  an  audience  ;  but  it  has 
this  convenience,  that  sentences  stand  more  independent  on  each 
other,  and  striking  passages  are  therefore  easily  selected  and 
retained.  Thus  the  description  of  night  in  The  Indian  Emjieror, 
and  the  rise  and  fall  of  empire  in  The  Conquest  of  Granada,  are 
more  frequently  repeated  than  any  lines  in  All  for  Lovef  or  Don 
Sebastian. 

To  search  his  playsTor  vigorous  sallies,  and  sententious  elegan- 
ces, or  to  fix  the  dates  of  any  little  pieces  which  he  wrote  by 
chance,  or  by  solicitation,  were  labour  too  tedious  and  minute. 

His  dramatic  labours  did  not  so  wholly  absorb  his  thoughts, 
but  that  he  promulgated  the  laws  of  translation  in  a  preface  to 
the  English  epistles  of  Ovid  ;  one  of  which  he  translated  himself, 
and  another  in  conjunction  with  the  carl  of  Mulgrave. 

Absalom  and  Achitojihel  is  a  work  so  well  known,  that  partic- 
ular criticism  is  superfluous.  If  it  be  considered  as  a  poem  polit- 
ical and  controversial,  it  will  be  found  to  comprise  all  the  excel- 
lences of  which  the  subject  is  susceptible  ;  acrimony  of  censure, 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  287 

elegance  of  praise,  artful  delineation  of  character,  variety  and 
vigour  of  sentiment,  happy  turns  of  language,  and  pleasing  har- 
mony of  numbers;  and  all  these  raised  to  such  a  height  as  can 
scarcely  be  found  in  any  other  English  composition. 

It  is  not,  however,  without  faults  ;  some  lines  are  inelegant  or 
improper,  and  too  many  are  irreligiously  licentious.  The  origi- 
nal structure  of  the  poem  was  defective  ;  allegories  drawn  to 
great  length  will  always  break ;  Charles  could  not  run  continually 
parallel  with  David. 

The  subject  had  likewise  another  inconvenience  ;  it  admitted 
little  imagery  or  description  ;  and  a  long  poem  of  mere  senti- 
ments easily  becomes  tedious  ;  though  all  the  parts  are  forcible, 
and  every  line  kindles  new  rapture,  the  reader,  if  not  relieved  by 
the  interposition  of  something  that  soothes  the  fancy,  grows  weaiy 
of  admiration,  and  defers  the  rest. 

As  an  approach  to  historical  truth  was  necessary,  the  action 
and  catastrophe  were  not  in  the  poet's  power  ;  there  is  there- 
fore an  unpieasing  disproportion  between  the  beginning  and  the 
end.  We  are  alarmed  by  a  faction  formed  out  of  many  sects, 
various  in  their  principles,  but  agreeing  in  their  purpose  of  mis- 
chief; formidable  for  their  numbers,  and  strong  by  their  supports ; 
while  the  king's  friends  are  few  and  weak.  The  chiefs  on. either 
part  are  set  forth  to  view  ;  but,  when  expectation  is  at  the  height, 
the  king  makes  a  speech,  and 

Henceforth  a  series  of  new  times  began. 

Who  can  forbear  to  think  of  an  enchanted  castle,  with  a  wide 
moat  and  lofty  battlements,  walls  of  marble  and  gates  of  brass, 
which  vanishes  at  once  into  air,  when  the  destined  knight  blows 
his  horn  before  it  ? 

In  the  second  part,  written  by  Tate,  there  is  a  long  insertion, 
which,  for  poignancy  of  satire,  exceeds  any  part  of  the  former. 
Personal  resentment,  though  no  laudable  motive  to  satire,  can  add 
great  force  to  general  principles.  Self  love  is  a  busy  prompter. 

The  Medal,  written  upon  the  same  principles  with  Absalom 
and  Achitofihel,  but  upon  a  narrower  plan,  gives  less  pleasure* 
though  it  discovers  equal  abilities  in  the  writer.  The  superstruc- 
ture cannot  extend  beyond  the  foundation  ;  a  single  character  or 
incident  cannot  furnish  as  many  ideas,  as  a  series  of  events,  or 
multiplicity  of  agents.  This  poem,  therefore,  since  time  lias 


288  LIFE  01'  DRYDEN. 

left  it  to  itself,  is  not  much  read,  nor  perhaps  generally  under- 
stood ;  yet  it  abounds  with  touches  both  of  humorous  and  seri- 
ous satire.  The  picture  of  a  man  whose  propcnsions  to  mischief 
are  such  that  his  best  actions  are  but  inability  of  wickedness,  is 
very  skilfully  delineated  and  strongly  coloured. 

Power  was  his  aim;  but,  thrown  from  that  pretence, 

The  wretch  turn'd  loyal  in  his  own  defence, 

And  malice  reconciled  him  to  his  prince. 

Him,  in  the  anguish  of  his  soul,  he  served  ; 

Rewarded  faster  still  than  he  deserv'd  ; 

Behold  him  now  exalted  into  trust; 

His  counsels  oft  convenient,  seldom  just; 

E'en  in  the  most  sincere  advice  he  gave, 

He  had  a  grudging  still  to  be  a  knave. 

The  frauds,  he  learnt  in  his  fanatic  years, 

Made  him  uneasy  in  his  lawful  gears  ; 

At  least  as  little  honest  as  he  cou'd, 

And,  like  white  witches,  mischievously  good. 

To  this  first  bias,  longingly,  he  leans  ; 

And  rather  would  be  great  by  wicked  means. 

The  Thrcnodici)  which,  by  a  term  I  am  afraid  neither  author- 
ized nor  analogical,  he  calls  AugustaHs^  is  not  among  his  happiest 
productions.  Its  first  and  obvious  defect  is  the  irregularity  of  its 
metre,  to  which  the  cars  of  that  age,  however,  were  accustomed. 
What  is  worse,  it  has  neither  tenderness  nor  dignity;  it  is  neither 
magnificent  nor  pathetic.  He  seems  to  look  round  him  for  im- 
ages which  he  cannot  find,  and  what  he  has  he  distorts  by  endeav- 
ouring to  enlarge  them.  "  He  is,"  he  says,  "  petrified  with 
grief ;"  bat  the  marble  sometimes  relents,  and  trickles  in  a  joke- 

The  sons  of  art  all  med'cines  try'd, 
And  every  noble  remedy  apply'd  ; 

With  emulation  each  essay'd 

His  utmost  skill  ;  nay,  more,  they  pray  'd  ,- 
Was  never  losing  game  with  better  conduct  play?d. 

He  had  been  a  little  inclined  to  merriment  before,  upon  the 
prayers  of  a  nation  for  their  dying  sovereign  ;  nor  was  he  serious 
enough  to  keep  heathen  fables  out  of  his  religion. 

With  him  the  innumerable  crowd  of  armed  prayers 

Knock'd  at  the  gates  of  heaven,  and  knock'd  aloud  ; 
The  frst  well  meaning  rude  petitioners, 

All  for  his  life  assaiFd  the  throne, 

All  would  have  brib'd  the  skies  by  offering  up  their  own- 
So  great  a  throng  not  heaven  itself  could  bar  ; 
!'     K*  almost  borne  by  force  as  in  the  gianfs  ivar. 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEV.  289 

The  pray'rs,  at  least  for  his  reprieve,  were  heard 
His  death,  like  Hezekiah's,  was  deferred. 

There  is  throughout  the  composition  a  desire  of  splendour 
without  wealth.  In  the  conclusion  he  seems  too  much  pleased 
with  the  prospect  of  the  new  reign  to  have  lamented  his  old 
master  with  much  sincerity. 

He  did  not  miscarry  in  this  attempt  for  want  of  skill  either  in 
lyric  or  elegiac  poetry.  His  poem  on  the  death  of  Mrs.  Kille- 
grew  is  undoubtedly  the  noblest  ode  that  our  language  ever  has 
produced.  The  first  part  flows  with  a  torrent  of  enthusiasm. 
u  Fervet  immensusque  ruit."  All  the  stanzas  indeed  are  not 
equal.  An  imperial  crown  cannot  be  one  continued  diamond  *, 
the  gems  must  be  held  together  by  some  less  valuable  matter. 

In  his  first  ode  for  Cecilia's  day,  which  is  lost  in  the  splendour 
of  the  second,  there  are  passages  which  would  have  dignified 
any  other  poet.  The  first  stanza  is  vigorous  and  elegant,  though 
the  word  diafiason  is  too  technical,  and  the  rhymes  are  too  remote 
from  one  another. 

From  harmony,  from  heavenly  harmony, 

This  universal  frame  began  j 
When  nature  underneath  a  heap  of  jarring  atoms  lay ; 

And  could  not  heave  her  head, 
The  tuneful  voice  was  heard  from  high, 

Arise,  ye  more  than  dead. 
Then  cold  and  hot,  and  moist  and  dry, 
In  order  to  their  stations  leap, 

And  music's  power  obey. 
From  harmony,  from  heavenly  harmony, 

This  universal  frame  began  ; 

From  harmony  to  harmony 
Through  all  the  compass  of  the  notes  it  ran, 
The  diapason  closing  full  in  man. 

The  conclusion  is  likewise  striking ;  but  it  includes  an  image 
so  awful  in  itself,  that  it  can  owe  little  to  poetry  ;  and  I  could 
wish  the  antithesis  of  music  untuning  had  found  some  other  place 

As  from  the  power  of  sacred  lays 

The  spheres  began  to  move, 
And  sung  the  great  Creator's  praise 

To  all  the  bless'd  above. 


So,  when  tke  last  and  dreadful  hour 
This  crumbling  pageant  shall  devour 
The  trumpet  shall  be  heard  on  hi 
The  dead  shall  live,  the  living  die 
And  music  shall  untune,  the  sky. 


iur, 
gh,     1 

'     J 


-;  Ol1  DKYDEN. 


Of  his  skill  in  elegy  he  has  given  a  specimen  in  his  Eleonora, 
of  which  the  following  lines  discover  their  author. 

Though  all  these  rare  endowments  of  the  mind 
Were  in  u  narrow  space  of  life  confin'd, 
The  figure  was  with  full  perfection  crown'd, 
Though  not  so  large  an  orb,  as  truly  round  ; 
As  when  in  glory,  through  the  public  place, 
The  spoils  of  conquer'd  nations  were  to  pass, 
And  but.  one  day  for  triumph  was  allow'd, 
The  consul  was  conslraiu'd  his  pomp  to  crOAvd  ; 
And  so  the  swift  procession  hurry'd  on, 
That  all,  though  not  distinctly,  might  be  shown ; 
So,  in  the  straiten'd  bounds  of  life  confin'd, 
She  gave  but  glimpses  of  her  glorious  mind  ; 
And  multitudes  of  virtues  pass'd  along; 
Each  pressing  foremost  in  the  mighty  throng, 
Ambitious  to  be  seen,  and  then  make  room 
For  greater  multitudes  that  were  to  come. 
Yet  unemploy'd  no  minute  slipp'd  away  ; 
Moments  were  precious  in  so  short  a  stay. 
The  haste  of  Heaven  to  have  her  was  so  great, 
That  some  were  single  acts,  though  each  complete ; 
And  every  act  stood  ready  to  repeat. 

This  piece,  however,  is  not  without  its  faults  ;  there  is  so  much 
likeness  in  the  initial  comparison,  that  there  is  no  illustration. 
As  a  king  would  be  lamented,  Eleonora  was  lamented. 

As,  when  some  great  and  gracious  monarch  dies, 

Soft  whispers,  first,  and  mournful  murmurs,  rise 

Among  the  sad  attendants  ;  then  the  sound 

Soon  gathers  voice,  and  spreads  the  news  around, 

Through  town  and  country,  till  the  dreadful  blast 

Is  blown  to  distant  colonies  at  last ; 

Who  then,  perhaps,  were  offering  vows  in  vain, 

For  his  long  life,  and  for  his  happy  reign  ; 

So  slowly,  by  degrees,  unwilling  fame 

Did  matchless  Eleonora's  fate  proclaim, 

Till  public  as  the  loss  the  news  became. 


i ; 

} 


This  is  little  better  than  to  say  in  praise  of  a  shrub,  that  it  is 
as  green  as  a  tree  ;  or  of  a  brook,  that  it  waters  a  garden,  as  a 
river  waters  a  country. 

Dryden  confesses  that  he  did  not  know  the  lady  whom  he  cel- 
ebrates ;  the  praise  being  therefore  inevitably  general,  fixes  no 
impression  upon  the  reader,  nor  excites  any  tendency  to  love. 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  291 

nor  much  desire  of  imitation.     Knowledge  of  the  subject  is  to 
the  poet,  what  durable  materials  are  to  the  architect. 

The  Religio  Laici^  which  borrows  its  title  from  the  Rcligio 
Medici  of  Browne,  is  almost  the  only  work  of  Dry  den  which  can 
be  considered  as  a  voluntary  effusion  ;  in  this,  therefore,  it  might 
be  hoped,  that  the  full  effulgence  of  his  genius  would  be  found. 
But  unhappily  the  subject  is  rather  argumentative  than  poetical  -, 
he  intended  only  a  specimen  of  metrical  disputation. 

And  this  unpolish'd  rugged  verse  I  chose, 
As  fittest  for  discourse,  and  nearest  prose. 

This,  however,  is  a  composition  of  great  excellence  in  its  kind, 
in  which  the  familiar  is  very  properly  diversified  with  the  solemn, 
and  the  grave  with  the  humorous  ;  in  which  metre  has  neither 
weakened  the  force,  nor  clouded  the  perspicuity  of  argument ; 
.nor  will  it  be  easy  to  find  another  example  equally  happy  of  this 
middle  kind  of  writing,  which,  though  prosaic  in  some  parts,  rises 
to  high  poetry  in  others,  and  neither  towers  to  the  skies,  nor 
creeps  along  the  ground. 

Of  the  same  kind,  or  not  far  distant  from  it,  is  The  Hind  and 
Panther,  the  longest  of  all  Dryden's  original  poems  ;  an  allegory 
intended  to  comprise  and  to  decide  the  controversy  between  the 
Romanists  and  protestants.  The  scheme  of  the  work  is  injudi- 
cious and  incommodious  ;  for  what  can  be  more  absurd  than  that 
one  beast  should  counsel  another  to  rest  her  faith  upon  a  pope 
and  council  ?  He  seems  well  enough  skilled  in  the  usual  topics 
of  argument,  endeavours  to  show  the  necessity  of  an  infallible 
judge,  and  reproaches  the  reformers  with  want  of  unity  ;  but  is 
weak  enough  to  ask,  why,  since  we  see  without  knowing  how, 
we  may  not  have  an  infallible  judge  without  knowing  where  ? 

The  hind  at  one  time  is  afraid  to  drink  at  the  common  brook, 
because  she  may  be  worried  ;  but  walking  home  with  the  pan- 
ther >  talks  by  the  way  of  the  Nicene  Father  s^  and  at  last  declares 
herself  to  be  the  catholic  church. 

This  absurdity  was  very  properly  ridiculed  in  the  City  Mouse 
and  Country  Mouse  of  Montague  and  Prior  ;  and  in  the  detec- 
tion and  censure  of  the  incongruity  of  the  fiction,  chiefly  consists 
the  value  of  their  performance,  which,  whatever  reputation  it 

VOL.  i.  3P 


292  LIFE  OF  DKYDEX. 

might  obtain  by  the  help  of  temporary  passions,  seems  to  readers 
almost  a  century  distant,  not  very  forcible  or  animated. 

Pope,  whose  judgment  was  perhaps  a  little  bribed  by  the  sub- 
ject, used  to  mention  this  poem  as  the  most  correct  specimen  of 
Drydcn's  versification.  It  was  indeed  written  when  he  had  com- 
pletely formed  his  manner,  and  may  be  supposed  to  exhibit> 
negligence  excepted,  his  deliberate  and  ultimate  scheme  of  metre. 

We  may  therefore  reasonably  infer,  that  he  did  not  approve 
the  perpetual  uniformity  which  confines  the  sense  to  couplets? 
•nnce  he  has  broken  his  lines  in  the  initial  paragraph. 

A  milk  white  hind,  immortal  and  unchang'd, 
Fed  on  the  lawns,  and  in  the  forest  rang'd  ; 
Without  unspotted,  innocent  within, 
She  fear'd  no  danger,  for  she  knew  no  sin. 
Yet  had  she  oft  been  chas'd  with  horns  and  hounds, 
And  Scythian  shafts,  and  many  winged  wounds 
Aiia'd  at  her  heart ;  was  often  forc'd  to  fly, 
And  doom'd  to  death,  though  fated  not  to  die. 

These  lines  are  lofty,  elegant,  and  musical,  notwithstanding 
the  interruption  of  the  pause,  of  which  the  effect  is  rather  in- 
crease of  pleasure  by  variety,  than  offence  by  ruggedness. 

To  the  first  part  it  was  his  intention,  he  says,  "  to  give  the 
majestic  turn  of  heroic  poesy  ;"  and  perhaps  he  might  have  ex- 
ecuted his  design  not  unsuccessfully,  had  not  an  opportunity  of 
satire,  which  he  cannot  forbear,  fallen  sometimes  in  his  way. 
The  character  of  a  presbyterian,  whose  emblem  is  the  wo//J  is 
not  very  heroically  majestic. 

More  haughty  than  the  rest,  the  wolfish  race 

Appear  with  belly  gaunt  and  famish'd  face  ; 

Never  was  so  deform M  a  beast  of  grace. 

His  ragged  tail  betwixt  his  legs  he  wears, 

Close  clapp'd  for  shame  ;  but  his  rough  crest  he  rears, 

And  pricks  up  his  predestinating  ears. 

His  general  character  of  the  other  sorts  of  beasts  that  never 
go  to  church,  though  sprightly  and  keen,  has,  however,  not  much 
of  heroic  poesy. 

These  are  the  chief;  to  number  o'er  the  rest, 
And  stand  like  Adam  naming  every  beast, 
Were  weary  work ;  nor  will  the  muse  describe 
A  slimy  born,  and  sun  begotten  tribe ; 


LIFE  OF  DRY  DEN. 

Who,  far  from  steeples  and  their  sacred  sound, 

In  fields  their  sullen  conventicles  found. 

These  gross,  half  animated  lumps  I  leave  ; 

Nor  can  I  think  what  thoughts  they  can  conceive  ; 

But,  if  they  think  at  all,  'tis  sure  no  higher 

Than  matter,  put  in  motion,  may  aspire  ; 

Souls  that  can  scarce  ferment  their  mass  of  clay, 

So  drossy,  so  divisible  are  they, 

As  would  but  serve  pure  bodies  for  allay ; 

Such  souls  as  shards  produce,  such  beetle  things 

As  only  buzz  to  heaven  with  evening  wings; 

Strike  in  the  dark,  offending  but  by  chance  ; 

Such  are  the  blindfold  blows  of  ignorance. 

They  know  not  beings,  and  but  hate  a  name  ; 

To  them  the  hind  and  panther  are  the  same. 

One  more  instance,  and  that  taken  from  the  narrative  par^ 
where  style  was  more  in  his  choice,  will  show  how  steadily  he 
kept  his  resolution  of  heroic  dignity. 

For  when  the  herd,  suffic'd,  did  late  repair. 

To  ferny  heaths,  and  to  their  forest  lair, 

She  made  a  mannerly  excuse  to  stay, 

Proffering  the  hind  to  wait  her  half  the  way  ;• 

That,  since  the  sky  was  clear,  an  hour  of  talk 

Might  help  her  to  beguile  the  tedious  walk. 

"With  much  good  will  the  motion  was  embrac'd. 

To  chat  awhile  on  their  adventures  past ; 

Nor  had  the  grateful  hind  so  soon  forgot 

Her  friend  and  fellow  sufferer  in  the  plot. 

Yet,  wondering  how  of  late  she  grew  estrang'd, 

Her  forehead  cloudy  and  her  eount'nance  chang'd, 

She  thought  this  hour  th'  occasion  wrould  present 

To  learn  her  secret  cause  of  discontent, 

Which  well  she  hop'd  might  be  with  ease  redress'd, 

Considering  her  a  well  bred  civil  beast, 

And  more  a  gentleM'Oman  than  the  rest. 

After  some  common  talk  what  rumours  ran, 

The  lady  of  the  spotted  muff  began. 

The  second  and  third  parts  he  professes  to  have  reduced  to 
diction  more  familiar  and  more  suitable  to  dispute  and  conversa- 
tion ;  the  difference  is  not,  however,  very  easily  perceived  ;  the 
first  has  familiar,  and  the  'two  others  have  sonorous  lines.  The 
original  incongruity  runs  through  the  whole  ;  the  king  is  now 
Cesar,  and  now  the  lion  ;  and  the  name  Pan  is  given  to  the 
Supremo  Being. 


Ul'E  OF 

But  when  this  constilutional  absurdity  is  forgiven,  the  poem 
must  be  confessed  to  be  written  with  great  smoothness  of  metre, 
a  wide  extent  of  knowledge,  and  an  abundant  multiplicity  of  im- 
ages ;  the  controversy  is  embellished  with  pointed  sentences, 
diversified  by  illustrations,  and  enlivened  by  sallies  of  invective. 
Some  of  the  facts  to  which  allusions  arc  made,  arc  now  become 
obscure,  and  perhaps  there  may  be  many  satirical  passages  little 
understood. 

As  it  was  by  its  nature  a  work  of  defiance,  a  composition 
which  would  naturally  be  examined  with  the  utmost  acrimony  of 
criticism,  it  was  probably  laboured  with  uncommon  attention  ; 
and  there  are,  indeed,  few  negligences  in  the  subordinate  parts. 
The  original  impropriety,  and  the  subsequent  unpopularity  of 
the  subject,  added  to  the  ridiculousness  of  its  first  elements,  has 
sunk  it  into  neglect ;  but  it  may  be  usefully  studied,  as  an  ex- 
ample of  poetical  ratiocination,  in  which  the  argument  suffers 
little  from  the  metre. 

In  the  poem  on  the  birth  of  the  prince  of  JTa/fs,  nothing  is 
very  remarkable  but  the  exorbitant  adulation,  and  that  insensi- 
bility of  the  precipice  on  which  the  king  was  then  standing, 
which  the  laureat  apparently  shared  with  the  rest  of  the  court- 
iers. A  few  months  cured  him  of  controversy,  dismissed  him 
from  court,  and  made  him  again  a  playwright  and  translator. 

Of  Juvenal  there  had  been  a  translation  by  Stapylton,  and 
another  by  Holiday  ;  neither  of  them  is  very  poetical.  Stapylton 
is  more  smooth  ;  and  Holiday's  is  more  esteemed  for  the  learn- 
ing of  his  notes.  A  new  version  was  proposed  to  the  poets  of 
that  time,  and  .undertaken  by  them  in  conjunction.  The  main 
design  was  conducted  by  Drydcn,  whose  reputation  was  such 
that  no  man  was  unwilling  to  serve  the  muses  under  him. 

The  general  character  of  this  translation  will  lx%l';j;iven,  when 
it  is  said  to  preserve  the  wit,  but  to  want  the  dignity  of  the  orig- 
inal.    The  peculiarity  of  Juvenal  is  a  mixture  of  gaiety  and 
statcliness,  of  pointed  sentences,  and  declamatory  £i\.ndeur.    His 
points  have  not  been  neglected  ;  but  his  grandeur  none  of  the 
band  seemed  to  consider  as  necessary  to  be  imitated,   except 
Creech,  who  undertook  the  thirteenth  satire.     It  is  therefore 
perhaps  possible  to  give  a  better  representation  of  that  great 
satirist,  even  in  those  parts  which  Drydcn  himself  has  translated, 
some  passages  excepted,  which  will  never  be  excelled. 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN. 

With  Juvenal  was  published  Persius,  translated  -wholly  by 
Dryden.  This  work,  though  like  all  the  other  productions  of  Dry- 
den,  it  may  have  shining  parts,  seems  to  have  been  written 
merely  for  wages,  in  an  uniform  mediocrity,  without  any  eager 
endeavour  after  excellence,  or  laborious  effort  of  the  mind. 

There  wanders  an  opinion  among  the  readers  of  poetry,  that 
one  of  these  satires  is  an  exercise  of  the  school.  Dryden  says, 
that  he  once  translated  it  at  school  ;  but  not  that  he  preserved  or 
published  the  juvenile  performance. 

Not  long  afterward  he  undertook  perhaps  the  most  arduous 
work  of  its  kind,  a  translation  of  Virgil,  for  which  he  had  shown 
how  well  he  was  qualified  by  his  version  of  the  Pollio,  and  two 
episodes,  one  of  Nisus  and  Euryalus,  the  other  of  Mezentius  and 
Lausus. 

In  the  comparison  of  Homer  and  Virgil,  the  discriminative 
excellence  of  Homer  is  elevation  and  comprehension  of  thought, 
and  that  of  Virgil  is  grace  and  splendour  of  diction.  The  beau- 
ties of  Homer  are  therefore  difficult  to  be  lost,  and  those  of  Vir- 
gil difficult  to  be  retained.  The  massy  trunk  of  sentiment  is 
safe  by  its  solidity  ;  but  the  blossoms  of  elocution  easily  drop  away. 
The  author,  having  the  choice  of  his  own  images,  selects  those 
which  he  can  best  adorn  ;  the  translator  must,  at  all  hazards, 
follow  his  original,  and  express  thoughts  which  perhaps  he  would 
not  have  chosen.  When  to  this  primary  difficulty  is  added  the 
inconvenience  of  a  language  so  much  inferior  in  harmony  to  the 
Latin,  it  cannot  be  expected  that  they  who  read  the  Georgics  and 
the  JEneid  should  be  much  delighted  with  any  version. 

Ail  these  obstacles  Dryden  saw,  and  all  these  he  determined  to 
encounter.  The  expectation  of  his  work  was  undoubtedly  great ; 
the  nation  considered  its  honour  as  interested  in  the  event.  One 
gave  him  the  different  editions  of  his  author,  and  another  helped 
him  in  the  subordinate  parts.  The  arguments  of  the  several 
books  were  given  him  by  Addison. 

The  hopes  of  the  public  were  not  disappointed.  He  produced, 
says  Pope,  "  the  most  noble  and  spirited  translation  that  I  know 
in  any  language."  It  certainly  excelled  whatever  had  appeared 
in  English,  and  appears  to  have  satisfied  his  friends,  and,  for  the 
most  part,  to  have  silenced  his  enemies.  Milbourne,  indeed,  a 
clergyman,  attacked  it ;  but  his  outrages  seem  to  be  tlie  ebullitions 


296  LIFE  OF  DRYDEX. 

of  a  mind  agitated  by  stronger  resentment  than  bad  poetry  can 
excite,  and  previously  resolved  not  to  be  pleased. 

His  criticism  cxtendsonly  to  the  Preface,  Pastorals,  and  Gcor- 
gics  ;  and,  as  he  professes  to  give  his  antagonist  an  opportunity 
of  reprisal,  he  has  added  his  own  version  of  the  first  and  fourth 
Pastorals,  and  the  first  Georgic.  The  world  has  forgotten  his 
book ;  but,  since  his  attempt  has  given  him  a  place  in  literary 
history,  I  will  preserve  a  specimen  of  his  criticism,  by  inserting 
his  remarks  on  the  invocation  before  the  first  Georgic  ;  and  of 
his  poetry,  by  annexing  his  own  version. 

Ver.  I. 
"What  makes  a  plenteous  harvest,  when  to  turn 

The  fruitful  soil,  and  when  to  sow  the  corn. 

"  It's  unlucky,  they  say,  to  stumble  at  the  threshold  ;  but  what  has 
a  plenteous  harvest  to  do  here  ?  Virgil  would  not  pretend  to  pre- 
scribe rules  for  that  which  depends  not  on  the  husbandman'*  care, 
but  the  disposition  of  heaven  altogether.  Indeed,  the  pit n  teous 
crop  depends  somewhat  on  the  good  m°t hod  of  tillage  ;  and  where 
the  land's  ill  manur'd,  the  corn,  without  a  miracle,  can  be  but 
indifferent ;  but  the  harvest  may  be  good,  which  is  its  firoperest 
epithet,  though  the  husbandman's  skill  were  never  so  indifferent. 
The  next  sentence  is  too  literal,  and  when  to  plough  had  been  Vir- 
gil's meaning,  and  intelligible  to  every  body  ;  and  ivhtn  to  sow 
the  corn  is  a  needless  addition." 

Ver.  3. 

"The  care  of  sheep,  of  oxen,  and  of  kine, 
And  when  to  geld  the  lambs,  and  shear  the  swine, 

<*  would  as  well  have  fallenmnder  the  cura  bourn,  qui  cultus  habendo 
sit  pecori,  as  Mr.  D's  deduction  of  particulars." 

Ver.  5. 

"  The  birth  and  genius  of  the  frugal  bee 
I  sing,  Maecenas,  and  I  sing  to  thee. 

u  But  where  did  cx/ierienlia  ever  signify  birth  and  genius  ?  or  what 
ground  was  there  for  such  a  Jigure  in  this  place  ?  How  much 
more  manly  is  Mr.  Ogylby's  version  ! 

"  What  makes  rich  grounds,  in  what  celestial  signs, 
'Tis  good  to  plough,  and  marry  elms  with  vines ; 
What  best  fits  cattle,  what  with  sheep  agrees, 
And  several  arts  improving  frugal  bee£; 
I  sing,  Msecenas. 


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Which  four  lines,  though  faulty  enough,  are  much  more  to 
the  purpose  than  Mr.  D's  six." 

Ver.  22. 
'  From  fields  and  mountains  to  my  song  repair. 

'  For  patrium  linquens  nemns,  saltusque  Lycxi  ;  very  well  ex- 
plained !" 

Ver.  23, 24. 

"  Inventor  Pallas,  of  the  fattening  oil, 
Thou  founder  of  the  plough,  and  ploughman's  toil  ! 

"  Written  as  if  these  had  been  Pallas's  invention.     The  plough- 
man's toil  is  impertinent." 

Ver.  25. 
"         -  The  shroudlike  cypress 

"  Why  shroudlike  ?  Is  a  cypress,  pulled  up  by  the  roots,  which 
the  sculpture  in  the  last  eclogue  fills  Sylvanus's  hand  with,  so  very 
like  a  shroud?  Or  did  not  Mr.  D.  think  of  that  kind  of  cypress 
us'd  often  for  scarves  and  hatbands  at  funerals  formerly,  or  for 
widows'  -veils,  Sec.  if  so,  'twas  a  deep  good  thought?'1 

Ver.  26. 
ft  •  •   •  —  That  wear 


The  royal  honours,  and  increase  the  year. 

"  What's  meant  by  increasing  the  year  ?  Did  the  gods  or  god- 
desses add  more  months,  or  days,  or  hours  to  it  ?  Or  how  can 
arva  tueri,  signify  to  wear  rural  honours  ?  Is  this  to  translate  or 
abuse  an  author  ?  The  next  couplet  is  borrowed  from  Ogylby,  I 
suppose?  because  less  to  the  purpose  than  ordinary." 


33. 


Ver. 
"  The  patron  of  the  world,  and  Rome's  peculiar  guard. 

"  Idle,  and  none  of  Virgil's,  no  more  than  the  sense  of  the  prece- 
dent couplet  ;  so  again,  he  interpolates  Virgil  with  that  and  the 
round  circle  of  the  year  to  guide  powerful  of  blessings,  which  thou 
streiu'st  around  ;  a  ridiculous  Lalinism,  and  an  impertinent  addi- 
tion ;  indeed  the  whole  period  is  but  one  piece  of  absurdity  and 
nonsense,  as  those  who  lay  it  with  the  original  must  find. 

Ver.  42,  43. 
<e  And  Neptune  shall  resijrn  the  fasces  of  fhe  se*. 

«  Was  he  consul  or  dictator  there  ? 


" 


2(J8  LIFE  OF  DKYDEN. 

"  And  watry  \ir^ins  for  thy  bed  shall  strive. 

"  Both  absurd  inter/iofationa*' 

Vcr.  47,  48. 

"  Where  in  the  void  of  heaven  a  place  is  free. 
Ah,  happy  D :i,  'were  that  place/or  //ice  / 

"  But  where  is  that  void  ?  Or,  what  does  our  translator  mean  by 
it  ?  He  knows  what  Ovid  says  God  did  to  prevent  such  a  void  in 
heaven  ;  perhaps  this  was  then  forgotten  ;  but  Virgil  talks  more 
sensibly." 

Vcr.  49. 
"  The  scorpion  ready  to  receive  thy  lavs. 

*'  No,  he  would  not  then  have  gotten  out  of  his  way  so  fast." 

Ver.    56. 
"  Though  Proserpine  aftects  her  silent  seat. 

u  What  made  her  then  so  angry  with  Ascalajihus,  for  preventing 
her  return  ?  She  was  now  mus'd  to  patience  under  the  determi- 
nations of  fate,  rather  thanybrcd  of  her  residence" 

Ver.  61,  69,  63. 

"  Pity  the  poet's  and  the  ploughman's  cares, 
Interest  thy  greatness  in  our  mean  affairs, 
And  use  thyself  betimes  to  hear  our  prayers. 

u  Which  is  such  a  wretched  perversion  of  Virgil's  noble  thought 
as  Vicars  would  have  blush'd  at ;  but  Mr.  Ogylby  makes  us  some 
amends,  by  his  better  lines. 

"  O  wheresoe'er  thou  art,  from  thence  incline, 
And  grant  assistance  to  my  bold  design  ! 
Pity,  with  me,  poor  husbandmen's  affairs, 
And  now,  as  if  translated,  hear  our  prayers. 

•"  This  is  sense,  and  to  the  purpose  ;  the  other,  poor  mistaken 


Such  were  the  strictures  of  Milbourne,  who  found  few  abet' 
tors,  and  of  whom  it  may  be  reasonably  imagined,  that  many  who 
favoured  his  design  were  ashamed  of  his  insolence. 

When  admiration  had  subsided,  the  translation  was  more  cool- 
ly examined,  and  found,  like  all  others,  to  be  sometimes  errone- 
ous, and  sometimes  licentious.  Those  who  could  find  faults, 
thought  they  could  avoid  them  ;  and  Dr.  Brady  attempted  in 


LIFE  OF  DRYDBN.  299 

blank  verse  a  translation  of  the  JBIneid,  which,  when  dragged  into 
the  world,  did  not  live  long-  enough  to  cry.  I  have  never  seen 
it  ;  but  that  such  a  version  there  is,  or  has  been,  perhaps  some 
old  catalogue  informed  me. 

With  not  much  better  success,  Trapp,  when  his  tragedy  and 
his  prelections  had  given  him  reputation,  attempted  another 
blank  version  of  the  jEneid  ;  to  which,  notwithstanding  the  slight 
regard  with  which  it  was  treated,  he  had  afterward  perseverance 
enough  to  add  the  Eclogues  and  Georgics.  His  book  may  con- 
tinue its  existence  as  long  as  it  is  the  clandestine  refuge  of  school- 
boys. 

Since  the  English  ear  has  been  accustomed  to  the  mellifluence 
of  Pope's  numbers,  and  the  diction  of  poetry  has  become  more 
splendid,  new  attempts  have  been  made  to  translate  Virgil  ;  and 
all  his  works  have  been  attempted  by  men  better  qualified  to  con- 
tend with  Dryden.  I  will  not  engage  myself  in  an  invidious 
comparison,  by  opposing  one  passage  to  another  ;  a  work  of 
which  there  would  be  no  end,  and  which  might  be  often  offensive 
without  use. 

It  is  not  by  comparing  lino  with  line  that  the  merit  of  great 
works  is  to  be  estimated,  but  by  their  general  effects  and  ulti- 
mate result.  It  is  easy  to  note  a  weak  line,  and  write  one  more 
vigorous  in  its  place  ;  to  find  a  happiness  of  expression  in  the 
original,  and  transplant  it  by  force  into  the  version  ;  but  what  is 
given  to  the  parts  may  be  subducted  from  the  whole,  and  the 
reader  may  be  weary,  though  the  critic  may  commend.  Works 
of  imagination  excel  by  their  allurement  and  delight  ;  by  their 
power  of  attracting  and  detaining  the  attention.  That  book  is 
good  in  vain  which  the  reader  throws  away.  He  only  is  the 
master  who  keeps  the  mind  in  pleasing  captivity  ;  whose  pages 
are  perused  with  eagerness,  and  in  hope  of  new  pleasure  are  pe- 
rused again  ;  and  whose  conclusion  is  perceived  with  an  eye  of 
sorrow,  such  as  the  traveller  casts  upon  departing  day. 

By  his  proportion  of  this  predomination  I  will  consent  that 
Dryden  should  be  tried  ;  of  this,  which,  in  opposition  to  reason, 
makes  Ariosto  the  darling  and  the  pride  of  Italy  ;  of  this,  which, 
in  defiance  of  criticism,  continues  Shakespeare  the  sovereign 
'the  drama. 


LI  IK  OF  DKYDFA 

His  last  work  was  his  Fables,  in  which  he  gave  us  the  first 
example  of  a  mode  of  writing  which  the  Italians  call  rtjaccimen- 
tu,  a  renovation  of  ancient  writers,  by  modernizing  their  language. 
Thus  the  old  poem  of  Uoiardo  has  been  new  dressed  by  Dome- 
•nic/d  and  Bcrui.  The  works  of  Chaucer,  upon  which  this  kind 
of  rejuvenescence  has  been  bestowed  by  Dryden,  require  little 
criticism.  The  tale  of  the  cock  seems  hardly  worth  revival ; 
and  the  story  of  Palamon  and  Arcite,  containing  an  action  unsuit- 
able to  the  times  in  which  it  is  placed,  can  hardly  be  suffered  to 
pass  without  censure  of  the  hyperbolical  commendation  which 
Dry  den  has  given  it  in  the  general  preface,  and  in  a  poetical  ded- 
ication, a  piece  where  his  original  londness  of  remote  conceits 
seems  to  have  revived. 

Of  the  three  pieces  borrowed  from  Boccace,  Stigitsmunda  may 
be  defended  by  the  celebrity  of  the  story.  Thcjdon  and  Honcria, 
though  it  contains  not  much  moral,  yet  afforded  opportunities  of 
striking  description.  And  Cymon  was  formerly  a  tale  of  such 
reputation,  that,  at  the  revival  of  letters,  it  was  translated  into  Latin 
by  one  of  the  Beroalds. 

Whatever  subjects  employed  his  pen,  he  was  still  improving 
our  measures,  and  embellishing  our  language. 

In  this  volume  are  interspersed  some  short  original  poems, 
which,  with  his  prologues,  epilogues,  and  songs,  may  be  com. 
prised  in  Congreve's  remark,  that  even  those,  if  he  had  wiitten 
nothing  else,  would  have  entitled  him  to  the  praise  of  excellence 
in  his  kind. 

One  composition  must  however  be  distinguished.  The  Ode 
for  St.  Cecilia's  Day,  perhaps  the  last  effort  of  his  poetry,  has 
been  always  considered  as  exhibiting  the  highest  flight  of  fancy, 
and  the  exactest  nicety  of  art.  This  is  allowed  to  stand  without 
a  rival.  If  indeed  there  is  any  excellence  beyond  it,  in  some 
other  of  Dryden's  works  that  excellence  must  be  found.  Com- 
pared with  the  Ode  on  Killegrew,  it  may  be  pronounced  perhaps 
superior  on  the  whole,  but  without  any  single  part  equal  to  the 
first  stanza  of  the  other. 

It  is  said  to  have  cost  Dryden  a  fortnight's  labour  ;  but  it  does 
not  \\  ant  its  negligences  ;  some  of  the  lines  are  without  corres- 
pondent rhymes  ;  a  defect,  which  I  never  detected  but  after  an 


LIFE  OP  DIIYDEK. 

Acquaintance  of  many  years,  and  which  the  enthusiasm  of  the 
writer  might  hinder  him  from  perceiving. 

His  last  stanza  has  less  emotion  than  the  former  ;  but  is  not 
less  elegant  in  the  diction.  The  conclusion  is  vicious  ;  the  mu- 
sic of  Timotheus,  which  raised  a  mortal  to  the  sldes^  had  only  a 
metaphorical  power  ;  that  of  Cecilia^  which  drew  an  angel  down, 
had  a  real  effect  ;  the  crown^therefore,  could  not  reasonably  be 
divided. 

In  a  general  survey  of  Dryden's  labours,  he  appears  to  have  a 
mind  very  comprehensive  by  nature,  and  much  enriched  with 
acquired  knowledge.  His  compositions  are  the  effects  of  a  vig- 
orous genius  operating  upon  large  materials. 

The  power  that  predominated  in  his  intellectual  operations, 
was  rather  strong  reason  than  quick  sensibility.  Upon  all  occa- 
sions that  were  presented,  he  studied  rather  than  felt,  and  pro- 
duced sentiments  not  such  as  nature  enforces,  but  meditation 
supplies.  With  the  simple  and  elemental  passions,  as  they  spring 
separate  in  the  mind,  he  seems  not  much  acquainted  ;  and  sel- 
dom describes  them  but  as  they  are  complicated  by  the  various 
relations  of  society,  and  confused  in  the  tumults  and  agitations 
of  life. 

What  he  says  of  love  ma.y  contribute  to  the  explanation  of  his 
character. 

Love  various  minds  does  variously  inspire  ; 
It  stirs  in  gentle  bosoms  gentle  fire, 
Like  that  of  incense  on  the  altar  laid  ; 
Eut  rsgir.g  flames  tempestuous  souls  invade  ; 
A  fire  which  every  windy  passion  blows, 
With  pride  it  mounts,  or  with  revenge  it  glows. 

Dryden's  was  not  one  of  the  gentle  bosoms  ;  love,  as  it  subsists 
in  itself,  with  no  tendency  but  to  the  person  ioved,  and  wishing 
only  for  correspondent  kindness  ;  such  love  as  shuts  out  all  other 
interest ;  the  love  of  the  golden  age,  was  too  soft  and  subtle  to 
put  his  faculties  in  motion.  He  hardly  conceived  it  but  in  its 
turbulent  effervescence  with  some  other  desires  ;  when  it  was 
inflaisiccl  by  rivalry,  or  obstructed  by  difficulties  ;  when  it  invig- 
orated ambition,  or  exasperated  revenge. 

He  is  therefore,  with  all  his  variety  of  excellence,  not  often 
pathetic ;  and  had  so  little  sensibility  of  the  power  of  dlusion* 


<3O2  LI1,<ft  OF  DltYDEN. 


purely  natural,  that  he  did  not  esteem  them  in  others  ;  simplic- 
ity gave  him  no  pleasure  ;  and  for  the  first  part  of  his  life  he 
looked  on  Otway  with  contempt,  though  at  last,  indeed  very  late, 
he  confessed  that  in  his  play  there  was  nature,  which  is  the  chief 
beauty. 

We  do  not  always  know  our  own  motives.  I  am  not  certain 
whether  it  was  not  rather  the  difficulty  which  he  found  in  exhib- 
iting the  genuine  operations  of  the  heart,  than  a  servile  submis- 
sion to  an  injudicious  audience,  that  filled  his  plays  with  false 
magnificence.  It  was  necessary  to  fix  attention  ;  and  the  mind 
can  be  captivated  only  by  recollection,  or  by  curiosity  ;  by  reviv- 
ing natural  sentiments,  or  impressing  new  appearances  of  things  j 
sentences  were  readier  at  his  call  than  images  ;  he  could  more 
easiiy  fill  the  ear  with  some  splendid  novelty,  than  awaken  those 
ideas  that  slumber  in  the  heart. 

The  favourite  exercise  of  his  mind  was  ratiocination  ;  and, 
that  argument  might  not  be  too  soon  at  an  end,  he  delighted  to 
talk  of  liberty  and  necessity,  destiny  and  contingence  ;  these  he 
discusses  in  the  language  of  the  school  with  so  much  profundity, 
that  the  terms  which  he  uses  are  not  always  understood.  It  is 
indeed  learning,  but  learning  out  of  place. 

When  once  he  had  engaged  himself  in  disputation,  thoughts 
flowed  in  on  either  side  ;  he  was  now  no  longer  at  a  loss  ;  he 
had  always  objections  and  solutions  at  command  ;  "  verbaque 
provisam  rem  ;"  gave  him  matter  for  his  verse,  and  he  finds 
without  difficulty  verse  for  his  matter. 

In  comedy,  for  which  he  professes  himself  not  naturally  qual- 
ified, the  mirth  which  he  excites  will  perhaps  not  be  found  so 
much  to  arise  from  any  original  humour,  or  peculiarity  of  char- 
acter nicely  distinguished  and  diligently  pursued,  as  from  inci- 
dents and  circumstances,  artifices  and  surprises  ;  from  jests  of 
action  rather  than  of  sentiment.  What  he  had  of  humorous  or 
passionate,  he  seems  to  have  had  not  from  nature,  but  from  other 
poets  ;  if  not  always  as  a  plagiary,  at  least  as  an  imitator. 

Next  to  argument,  his  delight  was  in  wild  and  daring  sallies 
of  sentiment,  in  the  irregular  and  eccentric  violence  of  wit.  He 
delighted  to  tread  upon  the  brink  of  meaning,  where  light  and 
darkness  begin  to  mingle  ;  to  approach  the  precipice  of  absur- 
dity, and  hover  over  the  abyss  of  unideal  vacancy.  This  inclina- 
tion sometimes  produced  nonsense,  which  he  knew  ; 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  303 

Move  swiftly,  sun,  and  fly  a  lover's  pace, 

Leave  weeks  and  months  behind  thee  in  thy  race. 

Amamel  flies 

To  guard  thee  from  the  demons  of  the  air ; 
My  flaming  sword  above  them  to  display, 
All  keen,  and  ground  upon  the  edge  of  day. 

And  sometimes  it  issued  in  absurdities,  of  which  perhaps  he  was 
not  conscious. 

Then  we  upon  our  orb's  last  verge  shall  go, 

And  see  the  ocean  leaning  on  the  sky  ; 
From  thence  our  rolling  neighbours  we  shall  know, 

And  on  the  lunar  world  securely  pry. 

These  lines  have  no  meaning  ;  but  may  we  not  say,  in  imita- 
tion of  Cowley  on  another  book, 

'Tis  so  like  sense,  'twill  serve  the  turn  as  well  ? 

This  endeavour  after  the  grand  and  the  new,  produced  many 
sentiments  either  great  or  bulky,  and  many  images  either  just 
or  splendid. 

I  am  as  free  as  Nature  first  made  man, 
Ere  the  base  laws  of  servitude  began, 
When  wild  in  woods  the  noble  savage  ran. 

— 'Tis  but  because  the  living  death  ne'er  knew, 
They  fear  to  prove  it  as  a  thing  that's  new  ; 
Let  me  th'  experiment  before  you  try, 
I'll  show  you  first  how  easy  'tis  to  die. 

— There  with  a  forest  of  their  darts  he  strove, 

And  stood  like  Capaneus  defying  Jove  ; 

With  his  broad  sword  the  boldest  beating  down, 

While  Fate  grew  pale  lest  he  should  win  the  town, 

And  turn'd  the  iron  leaves  of  his  dark  book 

To  make  new  dooms,  or  mend  what  it  mistook. 

— I  beg  no  pity  for  this  mouldering  clay  ; 

For  if  you  give  it  burial,  there  it  takes 

Possession  of  your  earth  ; 

If  burnt,  and  scattered  in  the  air,  the  winds 

That  strew  my  dust  diffuse  my  royalty, 

And  spread  me  o'er  your  clime  ;  for  where  one  atom 

Of  mine  shall  light,  know  there  Sebastian  reigns. 

Of  these  quotations  the  two  first  may  be  allowed  to  be  great,  the 
two  latter  only  tumid. 


S04  LIFE  OF  DRYDEN. 

Of  such  selection  there  is  no  end.  I  will  add  only  a  lew  more 
passages  ;  of  which  the  first,  though  it  may  not  perhaps  be  ouite 
clear  in  prose,  is  not  too  obscure  for  poetry,  as  the  meaning  that 
it  has  is  noble. 

No,  there  is  a  necessity  in  fate, 
Why  still  the  brave  bold  man  is  fortunate  ; 
He  keeps  his  object  ever  full  in  sic,hl ; 
And  that  assurance  holds  him  firm  and  right; 
True,  'tis  a  narrow  way  that  leads  to  bliss, 
But  right  before  there  is  no  precipice  ; 
Fear  makes  men  look  aside,  and  so  their  footing  miss. 

Of  the  images  which  the  two  following  citations  afford,  the 
first  is  elegant,  the  second  magnificent  ;  whether  either  be  just, 
let  the  reader  judge. 

What  precious  drops  are  these, 
Which  silently  each  other's  track  pursue, 
Bright  as  young  diamonds  in  their  infant  dew  r 


•Resign  your  castle- 


•—Enter,  brave  sir ;  for,  when  you  speak  the  word, 
The  gates  shall  open  of  their  own  accord  ; 
The  genius  of  the  place  its  lord  shall  meet, 
And  bow  his  towery  forehead  at  your  feet. 

These  bursts  of  extravagance  Dryden  calls  the  "  Dalilahs"  of 
the  theatre  ;  and  owns  that  many  noisy  lines  of  Maorimin  and 
Almanzor  call  out  for  vengeance  upon  him  ;  "  but  I  knew,"  says 
he,  "  that  they  were  bad  enough  to  please,  even  when  I  wrote 
them."  There  is  surely  reason  to  suspect  that  he  pleased  him- 
self as  well  as  his  audience ;  and  that  these,  like  the  harlots  of 
other  men,  had  his  love,  though  not  his  approbation. 

He  had  sometimes  faults  of  a  less  generous  and  splendid  kind. 
He  makes,  like  almost  all  other  poets,  very  frequent  use  of  my- 
thology, and  sometimes  connects  religion  and  fable  too  closely 
without  distinction. 

He  descends  to  display  his  knowledge  with  pedantic  ostenta- 
tion ;  as  when,  in  translating  Virgil,  he  says,  "  tack  to  the  lar- 
board ;"  and  "  veer  starboard  ;"  and  talks,  in  another  work,  of 
"  virtue  spooming  before  the  wind."  His  vanity  now  and  then 
betrays  his  ignorance. 

They  nature's  king  through  nature's  optics  view'd  ; 
Revers'd  they  view'd  him  lessen'd  to  their  eyes. 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  30 J 

He  had  heard  of  reversing  a  telescope,  and  unluckily  reverses 
the  object. 

j 

He  is  sometimes  unexpectedly  mean.  When  he  describes 
the  Supreme  Being  as  moved  by  prayer  to  stop  the  fire  of  Lon- 
don, what  is  his  expression  ? 

A  hollow  crystal  pyramid  he  takes, 

In  firmamental  waters  dhpp'd  above, 
Of  this  a  broad  extinguisher  he  makes, 

And  hoods  the  flames  that  to  their  quarry  strove. 

When  he  describes  the  last  day,  and  the  decisive  tribunal,  he 
intermingles  this  image  ; 

When  rattling  bones  together  fly, 
From  the  four  quarters  of  the  sky. 

It  was  indeed  never  in  his  power  to  resist  the  temptation  of  a 
jest.  In  his  elegy  on  Cromwell ; 

No  sooner  was  the  Frenchman's  cause  embrac'd, 
Than  the  light  Monsieur  the  grore  Don  outweigh'd  ; 
His  fortune  turn'd  the  scale 

He  had  a  vanity,  unworthy  of  his  abilities,  to  show,  as  may  be 
suspected,  the  rank  of  the  company  with  whom  he  lived,  by  the 
use  of  French  words,  which  had  then  crept  into  conversation  ; 
such  as  fraicheur  for  coolness,  foitgue  for  turbulence,  and  a  few 
more,  none  of  which  the  language  has  incorporated  or  retained. 
They  continue  only  where  they  stood  first,  perpetual  warnings 
to  future  innovators. 

These  are  his  faults  of  affectation ;  his  faults  of  negligence 
are  beyond  recital.  Such  is  the  unevenness  of  his  compositions, 
that  ten  lines  are  seldom  found  together  without  something  of 
which  the  reader  is  ashamed.  Dryden  was  no  rigid  judge  of  his 
own  pages ;  he  seldom  struggled  after  supreme  excellence,  but 
snatched  in  haste  what  was  within  his  reach  ;  and  when  he  could 
content  others,  was  himself  contented.  He  did  not  keep  present 
to  his  mind  an  idea  of  pure  perfection ;  nor  compare  his  works, 
such  as  they  were,  with  what  they  might  be  made.  He  knew 
*o  whom  he  should  be  opposed.  He  had  more  music  than  Wul- 
ler,  more  vigour  than  Dcnhani,  and  more  nature  than  Cowlcy  ; 
and  from  his  contemporaries  he  was  in  no  danger.  Standing- 
therefore  in  the  highest  plaec,  he  had  no  care  to  rise  by  contend- 


306  LIFE  OF  DRYDE.V 

ing  with  himself ;  but,  while  there  was  no  name  above  his  own, 
was  willing  to  enjoy  fame  on  the  easiest  terms. 

He  was  no  lover  of  labour.  What  he  thought  sufficient,  he 
did  not  stop  to  make  better  ;  and  allowed  himself  to  leave  many 
parts  unfinished,  in  confidence  that  the  good  lines  would  overbal- 
ance the  bad.  What  he  had  once  written,  he  dismissed  from 
his  thoughts ;  and  I  believe  there  is  no  example  to  be  found  of 
any  correction  or  improvement  made  by  him  after  publication. 
The  hastiness  of  his  productions  might  be  the  effect  of  necessity ; 
but  his  subsequent  neglect  could  hardly  have  any  other  cause 
than  impatience  of  study. 

What  can  be  said  of  his  versification,  will  be  little  more  than  a 
dilatation  of  the  praise  given  it  by  Pope. 

Waller  was  smooth  ;  but  Dryden  taught  to  join 
The  varying  verse,  the  full  resounding  line, 
The  long  majestic  march,  and  energy  divine. 

Some  improvements  had  been  already  made  in  English  num- 
bers ;  but  the  full  force  of  our  language  was  not  yet  felt ;  the 
verse  that  was  smooth  was  commonly  feeble.  If  Cowley  had 
sometimes  a  finished  line,  he  had  it  by  chance.  Dryden  knew 
how  to  choose  the  flowing  and  the  sonorous  words ;  to  vary  the 
pauses,  and  adjust  the  accents  ;  to  diversify  the  cadence,  and  yet 
preserve  the  smoothness  of  his  metre. 

Of  triplets  and  alexandrines,  though  he  did  not  introduce  the 
use,  he  established  it.  The  triplet  has  long  subsisted  among  us. 
Dryden  seems  not  to  have  traced  it  higher  than  to  Chapman's 
Homer ;  but  it  is  to  be  found  in  Phaer's  Virgil,  written  in  the 
reign  of  Mary  ;  and  in  Hall's  Satires,  published  five  years  before 
the  death  of  Elizabeth. 

The  alexandrine  was,  I  believe,  first  used  by  Spenser,  for  the 
sake  of  closing  his  stanza  with  a  fuller  sound.  We  had  a  longer 
measure  of  fourteen  syllables,  into  which  the  jEneid  was  trans- 
lated by  Phaer,  and  other  works  of  the  ancients  by  other  writers  ; 
of  which  Chapman's  Iliad  was,  I  believe,  the  last. 

The  two  first  lines  of  Phaer's  third  JEneid  will  exemplify  this 
measure. 

When  Asia's  state  was  overthrown,  and  Priam's  kingdom  stotn. 
All  guiltless,  by  the  power  of  gods  above  was  rooted  out. 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  307 

As  these  lines  had  their  break,  or  casura,  always  at  the  eighth 
syllable,  it  was  thought,  in  time,  commodious  to  divide  them ; 
and  quatrains  of  lines,  alternately,  consisting  of  eight  and  six  syllar 
bles,  make  the  most  soft  and  pleasing  of  our  lyric  measures  ;  as, 

Relentless  time,  destroying  power, 

Which  stone  and  bi-ass  obey, 
Who  giv'stto  ev'ry  flying  hour 

To  work  some  new  decay. 

In  the  alexandrine,  when  its  power  was  once  felt,  some  poems, 
as  Dray  ton's  Polyolbion^  were  wholly  written  ;  and  sometimes 
the  measures  of  twelve  and  fourteen  syllables  were  interchanged 
with  one  another.  Cowley  was  the  first  that  inserted  the  alex- 
andrine at  pleasure  among  the  heroic  lines  of  ten  syllables,  and 
from  him  Dryden  professes  to  have  adopted  it. 

The  triplet  and  alexandrine  are  not  universally  approved. 
Swift  always  censured  them,  and  wrote  some  lines  to  ridicule 
them.  In  examining  their  propriety,  it  is  to  be  considered  that 
the  essence  of  verse  is  regularity,  and  its  ornament  is  variety. 
To  write  verse,  is  to  dispose  syllables  and  sounds  harmonically 
by  some  known  and  settled  vale  ;  a  rule  however  lax  enough  to 
substitute  similitude  for  identity,  to  admit  change  without  breach 
of  order,  and  to  relieve  the  ear  without  disappointing  it.  Thus 
a  Latin  hexameter  is  formed  from  dactyls  and  spondees  differ- 
ently combined  ;  the  English  heroic  admits  of  acute  or  grave 
syllables  variously  disposed.  The  Latin  never  deviates  into  seven 
feet,  or  exceeds  the  number  of  seventeen  syllables ;  but  the 
English  alexandrine  breaks  the  lawful  bounds,  and  surprises  the 
reader  with  two  syllables  more  than  he  expected. 

The  effect  of  the  triplet  is  the  same  ;  the  ear  has  been  accus- 
tomed to  expect  a  new  rhyme  in  every  couplet ;  but  is  on  a 
sudden  surprised  with  three  rhymes  together,  to  which  the  read- 
er could  not  accommodate  his  voice,  did  he  not  obtain  notice  ot 
the  change  from  the  braces  of  the  margins.  Surely  there  is 
•something  unskilful  in  the  necessity  of  such  mechanical  direction* 

Considering  the  metrical  art  simply  as  a  science,  and  conse- 
quently excluding  all  casualty,  we  must  allow  that  triplets  and 
alexandrines,  inserted  by  caprice,  are  interruptions  of  that  con- 
stancy to  which  science  aspires.  And  though  th^  variety  whiHi 

.   I,  *° 


LIKi:  OK  DRYDEX. 

they  produce  may  very  justly  be  desired,  yet,  to  make  our  poetry 
exact,  there  ought  to  be  some  stated  mode  of  admitting  them. 

But  till  some  such  regulation  can  be  formed,  I  wish  them  still 
to  be  retained  in  their  present  state.  They  are  sometimes 
grateful  to  the  reader,  and  sometimes  convenient  to  the  poet. 
Fen  ton  was  of  opinion  that  Dryden  was  too  liberal,  and  Pope  too 
sparing  in  their  use. 

The  rhymes  of  Dryden  are  commonly  just,  and  he  valued 
himself  for  his  readiness  in  finding  them  j  but  he  is  sometimes 
open  to  objection. 

It  is  the  common  practice  of  our  poets  to  end  the  second  line 
with  a  weak  or  grave  syllable. 

Together  o'er  the  Alps  methinks  we  fly, 
Fill'd  with  ideas  of  fair  Italy. 

Dryden  sometimes  puts  the  weak  rhyme  in  the  first. 

Laugh,  all  the  powers  that  favour  tyranny, 
And  all  the  standing  army  of  the  sky.. 

Sometimes  he  concludes  a  period  or  paragraph  with  the  first 
line  of  a  couplet,  which,  though  the  French  seem  to  do  it  with- 
out irregularity,  always  displeases  in  English  poetry. 

The  alexandrine,  though  much  his  favourite,  is  not  always 
very  diligently  fabricated  by  him.  It  invariably  requires  a  break 
at  the  sixth  syllable  ;  a  rule  which  the  modern  French  poets 
never  violate,  but  which  Dryden  sometimes  neglected. 

And  with  paternal  thunder  vindicates  his  throne. 

Of  Dryden's  works  it  was  said  by  Pope,  that  "  he  could  select 
from  them  better  specimens  of  every  mode  of  poetry  than  any- 
other  English  writer  could  supply."  Perhaps  no  nation  ever 
produced  a  writer  that  enriched  his  language  with  such  a  variety 
of  models.  To  him  we  owe  the  improvement,  perhaps  the 
completion  of  our  metre,  the  refinement  of  our  language,  and 
much  of  the  correctness  of  our  sentiments.  By  him  we  were 
taught  "  sapere  and  fari,"  to  think  naturally  and  express  forcibly. 
Though  Davies  has  reasoned  in  rhyme  before  him,  it  may  be 
perhaps  maintained  that  he  was  the  first  who  joined  argument 
with  poetry.  He  showed  us  the  true  bounds  of  a  translator's  lib- 
erty. What  was  said  of  Rome,  adorned  by  Augustus,  may  be  ap- 
plied by  an  easy  metaphor  to  English  poetry  embellished  by 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  309 

©ryden,  « lateritiam  invenit,  marmoream  reliquit."     He  found 
it  brick,  and  he  left  it  marble. 

THE  invocation  before  the  Georgics  is  here  inserted  from  Mr. 
Miibourne's  version,  that,  according  to  his  own  proposal,  his 
Verses  may  be  compared  with  those  which  he  censures. 

What  makes  the  richest  tilth,  beneath  what  signs 
To  plough,  and  when  to  match  your  elms  and  vines  ; 
What  care  with  flocks,  and  what  with  herds  agrees, 
And  all  the  management  of  frugal  bees  ; 
I  sing,  Maecenas  !  Ye  immensely  clear, 
Vast  orbs  of  light,  which  guide  the  rolling  year! 
Bacchus,  and  mother  Ceres,  if  by  you 
We  fatt'ning  corn  for  hungry  mast  pursue, 
If,  taught  by  you,  we  first  the  clutter  prest, 
And  thin  cold  streams  with  sprightly  juice  refresht ; 
\e /(lions,  the  present  numens  of  the  field, 
Wood  nymphs  and  fawns,  your  kind  assistance  yield 
Your  gifts  I  sing;  and  thou,  at  whose  fear'd  stroke 
From  rending  earth  the  fiery  courser  broke, 
Great  JVeptwie,  O  assist  my  artful  song  ! 
And  thou  to  whom  the  woods  and  groves  belong, 
Whose  snowy  heifers  on  her  flow'ry  plains 
In  mighty  herds  the  dean  Isle  maintains  ! 
Pan,  happy  shepherd,  if  thy  cares  divine, 
E'er  to  improve  thy  J\Lenalus  incline, 
Leave  thy  Lyc<xan  ivood  and  native  grove, 
And  with  thy  lucky  smites  our  work  approve  ; 
Be  Pallas  too,  sweet  oil's  inventor,  kind  ; 
And  he  who  first  the  crooked  plough  design'd  ! 
Sylvanus,  god  of  all  the  woods,  appear, 
Whose  hands  a  new  drawn  tender  cypress  bear ! 
Ye.  gods  and  go  ddesses,  who  e'er  with  love 
Would  guard  our  pastures,  and  our  fields  improve  , 
Ye,  who  new  plants  from  unsown  lands  supply, 
And  with  condensing  clouds  obscure  the  sky, 
And  drop  them  softly  thence  in  fruitful  showers  ; 
Assist  my  enterprise,  ye  gentler  powers! 

And  thou,  great  Cesar  .'  though  v.  o  know  not  yet 
Among  what  gods  thou'lt  fix  thy  lofty  seat  ; 

Whether  thou'lt  be  the  kind   tu'-'j'ur  god 

Of  thy  own  J'o/ric,  or  v/ith  thy  awful  nod 

Guide  the  vast  world,  while  thy  great  hand  feliall  1>. 

The  fruits  and  seasons  of  the  lurnii,!;-  year, 

And  thy  bright  brows  thy  mother's  n.     tks  v  ear  ; 

Whether  tuou'lt.  all  the  boundless    ,,-eun  sv.  ay, 

-Snd  seamen  only  to  tb vst -If  shall  ]>r 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEX. 

Tiiutc,  U»e  furthest  island,  kneel  to  the e, 
And,  that  tliou  may'st  her  sou  by  marriage  be, 
Tcthtis  \\  ill  for  the  happy  purchase  yield 
To  make  a  dowry  of  her  wat'ry  field  ; 
Whether  thou'lt  add  to  heaven  a  brighter  s> 
And  o'er  the  summer  months  serenely  shine  ; 
Where  between  Cancer  and  JErigonc, 
There  yet  remains  a  spacious  room  for  thec  ; 
Where  the  hot  Scorpion  too  his  arm  declines, 
And  more  to  thee  than  half  his  arch  resigns  ; 
Whate'er  thou'lt  be  ;  for  sure  the  realms  below 
No  just  pretence  to  thy  command  can  show  ; 
No  such  ambition  sways  thy  vast  desires, 
Though  Greece  her  own  Elysian  Fields  admires. 
And  now,  at  last,  contented  Proserpine, 
Can  all  her  mother's  earnest  prayers  decline. 
Whate'er  thou'lt  be,  O  guide  our  gentle  course, 
And  with  thy  smiles  our  bold  attempts  enforce  ; 
With  me  th'  unknowing  rustics'  wants  relieve, 
And,  though  on  earth,  our  sacred  vows  receive  ! 

Mr.  Dryden,  having  received  from  Rymer  his  Remarks  on  the 
Tragedies  of  the  last  dgc,  Avrote  observations  on  the  blank  leaves  ; 
which,  having  been  in  the  possession  of  Mr.  Garrick,  are  by  bis 
favour  communicated  to  the  public,  that  no  particle  of  Dryden 
may  be  lost. 

"  That  we  may  the  less  wonder  why  pity  and  terror  are  not  now 
the  only  springs  on  which  our  tragedies  move,  and  that  Shake- 
speare may  be  more  excused,  Rapin  confesses  that  the  French 
tragedies  now  all  run  on  the  tendrc  ;  and  gives  the  reason,  be- 
cause love  is  the  passion  which  most  predominates  in  our  souls, 
and  that  therefore  the  passions  represented  become  insipid,  unless 
they  are  conformable  to  the  thoughts  of  the  audience.  But  it  is 
to  be  concluded,  that  this  passion  works  not  now  amongst  the 
French  so  strongly  as  the  other  two  did  among  the  ancients. 
Among  us,  who  have  a  stronger  genius  for  writing,  the  opera- 
tions from  the  writing  are  much  stronger  ;  for  the  raising  of 
Shakespeare's  passions  is  more  from  the  excellency  of  the  words 
and  thoughts,  than  the  justness  of  the  occasion  ;  and,  if  he  has 
been  able  to  pick  single  occasions,  he  has  never  founded  the 
whole  reasonably  ;  yet,  by  the  genius  of  poetry  in  writing,  he 
has  succeeded. 

"  Rapin  attributes  more  to  the  dictio,  that  is,  to  the  words  and 
discourse  of  a  tragedy,  than  Aristotle  has  done,    who  places 


LIFE  OP  BRYDEN.  311 

them  in  the  last  rank  of  beauties  ;  perhaps,  only  last  in  order, 
because  they  are  the  last  product  of  the  design,  of  the  dis- 
position or  connection  of  its  parts ;  of  the  characters,  of  the 
manners  of  those  characters,  and  of  the  thoughts  proceeding 
from  those  manners.  Rapin's  words  are  remarkable  ;  *  'Tis  not 
the  admirable  intrigue,  the  surprising  events,  and  extraordinary 
incidents,  that  make  the  beauty  of  a  tragedy  ;  'tis  the  discourses, 
when  they  are  natural  and  passionate  ;  so  are  Shakespeare's.' 

"  The  parts  of  a  poem,  tragic  or  heroic,  are, 

«  1.  The  fable  itself. 

"  2.  The  order  or  manner  of  its  contrivance,  in  relation  of  the 
parts  to  the  whole. 

"  3.  The  manners,  or  decency  of  the  characters,  in  speaking 
or  acting  what  is  proper  for  them,  and  proper  to  be  shown  by  the 
poet. 

"  4.  The  thoughts  which  express  the  manners. 

"  5.  The  words  which  express  those  thoughts. 

"  In  the  last  of  these  Homer  excels  Virgil ;  Virgil  all  other 
ancient  poets ;  and  Shakespeare  all  modern  poets. 

"  For  the  second  of  these,  the  order ;  the  meaning  is,  that  a 
fable  ought  to  have  a  beginning,  middle,  and  an  end,  all  just  and 
natural  ;  so  that  that  part,  e.  g.  which  is  the  middle,  could  not 
naturally  be  the  beginning  or  end,  and  so  of  the  rest ;  all  depend 
on  one  another,  like  the  links  of  a  curious  chain.  If  terror  and 
pity  are  only  to  be  raised,  certainly  this  author  follows  Aristotle's 
rules,  and  Sophocles'  and  Euripides'  example  ;  but  joy  may  be 
raised  too,  and  that  doubly,  either  by  seeing  a  wicked  man  pun- 
ished, 01;  a  good  man  at  last  fortunate  ;  or  perhaps  indignation, 
to  see  wickedness  prosperous,  and  goodness  depressed  ;  both 
these  may  be  profitable  to  the  end  of  tragedy,  reformation  of 
manners  ;  but  the  last  improperly,  only  as  it  begets  pity  in  the 
audience  ;  though  Aristotle,  I  confess,  places  tragedies  of  this 
kind  in  the  second  form. 

"  He  who  undertakes  to  answer  this  excellent  critic  of  Mr. 
Rymer,  in  behalf  of  our  English  poets  against  the  Greek,  ought 
to  do  it  in  this  manner  ;  either  by  yielding  to  him  the  greatest 
part  of  what  he  contends  for,  which  consists  in  this,  that  the 
/Ku'0oc,  i.  e.  the  design  and  conduct  of  it,  is  more  conducing  in  the 
Greeks  to  those  ends  of  tragedy,  which  Aristotle  and  he  propose. 


312  LIFE  OF  DRYDEN. 

namely,  to  cause  terror  and  pity  ;  yet  the  granting  this  does  not 
set  the  Greeks  above  the  English  poets. 

"  But  the  answerer  ought  to  prove  two  things ;  first,  that  the 
fable  is  not  the  greatest  masterpiece  of  a  tragedy,  though  it  be 
the  foundation  of  it. 

u  Secondly,  that  other  ends  as  suitable  to  the  nature  of  tragedy 
may  be  found  in  the  English,  which  were  not  in  the  Greek. 

"  Aristotle  places  the  fable  first  ;  not  quoad  dignitatem,  sed 
quoad  fundament  um  ;  for  a  fable,  never  so  movingly  contrived  to 
those  ends  of  his,  pity  and  terror,  will  operate  nothing  on  our 
affections,  except  the  characters,  manners,  thoughts,  and  words 
are  suitable. 

"  So  that  it  remains  for  Mr.  Rymer  to  prove,  that  in  all  those, 
or  the  greatest  part  of  them,  we  are  inferior  to  Sophocles  and 
Euripides  ;  and  this  he  has  offered  at,  in  some  measure  ;  but,  I 
think,  a  little  partially  to  the  ancients. 

"  For  the  fable  itself,  'tis  in  the  English  more  adorned  with 
episodes,  and  larger  than  in  the  Greek  poets  ;  consequently  more 
diverting.  For,  if  the  action  be  but  one,  and  that  plain,  without 
any  counterturn  of  design  or  episode,  z".  e.  underplot,  how  can  it 
be  so  pleasing  as  the  English,  which  have  both  underplot  and  a 
turned  design,  which  keeps  the  audience  in  expectation  of  the 
catastrophe  ?  whereas  in  the  Greek  poets  we  see  through  the 
whole  design  at  first. 

"  For  the  characters,  they  are  neither  so  many  nor  so  various 
in  Sophocles  and  Euripides,  as  in  Shakespeare  and  Fletcher ; 
only  they  are  more  adapted  to  those  ends  of  tragedy  which  Ar- 
istotle commends  to  us,  pity  and  terror. 

"  The  manners  flow  from  the  characters,  and  consequently 
must  partake  of  their  advantages  and  disadvantages. 

"  The  thoughts  and  words,  which  are  the  fourth  and  fifth  beau- 
ties of  tragedy,  are  certainly  more  noble  and  more  poetical  in 
the  English  than  in  the  Greek,  which  must  be  proved  by  com- 
paring them  somewhat  more  equitably  than  Mr.  Rymer  has 
done. 

"  After  all,  we  need  not  yield  that  the  English  way  is  less  con- 
ducing to  move  pity  and  terror,  because  they  often  show  virtue 
oppressed  and  vice  punished  ;  where  they  do  not  both,  or  either, 
they  are  not  to  be  defended. 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  313 

"  And  if  we  should  grant  that  the  Greeks  performed  this  bet- 
ter, perhaps  it  may  admit  of  dispute,  whether  pity  and  terror  are 
either  the  prime,  or  at  least  the  only  ends  of  tragedy. 

"  'Tis  not  enough  that  Aristotle  has  said  so  ;  for  Aristotle 
drew  his  models  of  tragedy  from  Sophocles  and  Euripides  ;  and 
if  he  had  seen  ours,  might  have  changed  his  mind.  And  chiefly 
we  have  to  say,  what  I  hinted  on  pity  and  terror,  in  the  last  par- 
agraph save  one,  that  the  punishment  of  vice  and  reward  of  vir- 
tue are  the  most  adequate  ends  of  tragedy,  because  most  conduc- 
ing to  good  example  of  life.  Now  pity  is  not  so  easily  raised 
for  a  criminal,  and  the  ancient  tragedy  always  represents  its  chief 
person  such,  as  it  is  for  an  innocent  man  ;  and  the  suffering  of 
innocence,  and  punishment  of  the  offender,  is  of  the  nature  of 
English  tragedy  ;  contrariiy,  in  the  Greek,  innocence  is  unhappy 
often,  and  the  offender  escapes.  Then  we  are  not  touched  with 
the  sufferings  of  any  sort  of  men  so  much  as  of  lovers  ;  and  this 
was  almost  unknown  to  the  ancients  ;  so  that  they  neither  ad- 
ministered poetical  justice,  of  which  Mr.  Rymer  boasts,  so  well 
as  we  ;  neither  knew  they  the  best  common  place  of  pity,  which 
is  love. 

"  He  therefore  unjustly  blames  us  for  not  building  on  what  the 
ancients  left  us  ;  for  it  seems,  upon  consideration  of  the  premi- 
ses, that  we  have  wholly  finished  what  they  began. 

"  My  judgment  on  this  piece  is  this ;  that  it  is  extremely 
learned,  but  that  the  author  of  it  is  better  read  in  the  Greek  than 
in  the  English  poets  ;  that  all  writers  ought  to  study  this  critic, 
as  the  best  account  I  have  ever  seen  of  the  ancients ;  that  the 
model  of  tragedy,  he  has  here  given,  is  excellent,  and  extremely 
correct ;  but  that  it  is  not  the  only  model  of  all  tragedy,  because 
it  is  too  much  circumscribed  in  plot,  characters,  Sec.  and  lastly, 
that  we  may  be  taught  here  justly  to  admire  and  imitate  the  an- 
cients, without  giving  them  the  preference  with  this  author,  in 
prejudice  to  our  own  country. 

"  Want  of  method  in  this  excellent  treatise  makes  the  thought- 
of  the  author  sometimes  obscure. 

"  His  meaning,  that  pity  and  terror  are  to  be  moved,  is,  ti 
they  are  to  be  moved  as  the  means  conducing:  *o  the  ends  of 
tragedy,  which  are  pleasure  and  instruction. 


J14<  1,1 11  K  OI 

"  And  these  two  ends  may  be  thus  distinguished.  The  chief 
end  of  the  poet  is  to  please  ;  for  his  immediate  reputation  de- 
pends on  it. 

"  The  great  end  of  the  poem  is  to  instruct,  which  is  performed 
by  niiiking  pleasure  the  vehicle  of  that  instruction  ;  for  poesy  is 
an  art,  and  all  arts  are  made  to  profit.  liajdn» 

"  The  pity,  which  the  poet  is  to  labour  lor,  is  for  the  criminal^ 
not  for  those  or  him  whom  he  has  murdered,  or  who  have  been 
the  occasion  of  the  tragedy.  The  terror  is  likewise  in  the  pun- 
ishment ol  the  same  criminal ;  who,  if  he  be  represented  too 
great  an  offender,  will  not  be  pitied  ;  if  altogether  innocent,  his 
punishment  will  be  unjust. 

44  Another  obscurity  is,  where  he  says,  Sophocles  perfected 
tragedy  by  introducing  the  third  actor  ;  that  is,  he  meant  three 
kinds  of  action  ;  one  company  singing,  or  speaking  ;  another 
playing  on  the  music  ;  a  third  dancing. 

44  To  make  a  true  judgment  in  this  competition  betwixt  the 
Greek  poets  and  the  English,  in  tragedy  ; 

44  Consider,  first,  how  Aristotle  has  defined  a  tragedy.  Sec- 
ondly, what  he  assigns  the  end  of  it  to  be.  Thirdly,  what  he 
thinks  the  beauties  of  it.  Fourthly,  the  means  to  attain  the  end 
proposed. 

44  Compare  the  Greek  and  English  tragic  poets  justly,  and 
without  partiality,  according  to  those  rules. 

44  Then,  secondly,  consider  whether  Aristotle  has  made  a  just 
definition  of  tragedy ;  of  its  parts,  of  its  ends,  and  of  its  beauties  ; 
and  whether  he,  having  not  seen  any  others  but  those  of  Sopho- 
cles, Euripides,  Sic.  had  or  truly  could  determine  what  all  the 
excellences  of  tragedy  are,  and  wherein  they  consist. 

44  Next,  show  in  what  ancient  tragedy  was  deficient ;  for  ex- 
ample, in  the  narrowness  of  its  plots,  and  fewness  of  persons  ;  and 
try  whether  that  be  not  a  fault  in  the  Greek  poets ;  and  whether 
'their  excellency  was  so  great,  when  the  variety  was  visibly  so 
Uttle  ;  or  whether  what  they  did  was  not  very  easy  to  do. 

44  Then  make  a  judgment  on  what  the  English  have  added  to 
their  beauties  ;  as,  for  example,  not  only  more  plot,  but  also  new 
passions  ;  as,  namely,  that  of  love,  scarcely  touched  on  by  the 
ancients,  except  in  this  one  example  of  Phaedra,  cited  by  Mr, 
Rymer  ;  and  in  that  how  short  they  were  of  Fletcher ! 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  315 

"  Prove  also  that  love,  being  an  heroic  passion,  is  fit  for  trag- 
edy, which  cannot  be  denied,  because  of  the  example  alleged  of 
Phaedra  ;  and  how  far  Shakespeare  has  outdone  them  in  friend- 
ship, &c. 

To  return  to  the  beginning  of  this  inquiry  ;  consider  if  pity 
and  terror  be  enough  for  tragedy  to  move  ;  and  I  believe,  upon 
a  true  definition  of  tragedy,  it  will  be  found  that  its  work  extends 
farther,  and  that  it  is  to  reform  manners,  by  a  delightful  repre- 
sentation of  human  life  in  great  persons,  by  way  of  dialogue.  If 
this  be  true,  then  not  only  pity  and  terror  are  to  be  moved,  as  the 
only  means  to  bring  us  to  virtue,  but  generally  love  to  virtue,  and 
hatred  to  vice  ;  by  showing  the  rewards  of  the  one,  and  punish- 
ments of  the  other  ;  at  least,  by  rendering-  virtue  always  amiable, 
though  it  be  shown  unfortunate  ;  and  vice  detestable,  though  it 
be  shown  triumphant. 

*•  If,  then,  the  encouragement  of  virtue  and  discouragement  of 
vice  be  the  proper  ends  of  poetry  in  tragedy,  pity  and  terror, 
though  good  means,  are  not  the  only.  For  all  the  passions,  in 
their  turns,  are  to  be  set  in  a  ferment ;  as  joy,  anger,  love,  fear, 
are  to  be  used  as  the  poet's  common  places  ;  and  a  general  con- 
cernment for  the  principal  actors  is  to  be  raised,  by  making  them 
appear  such  in  their  characters,  their  words  and  actions,  as  will 
interest  the  audience  in  their  fortunes. 

'•  And  if,  after  all,  in  a  larger  sense,  pity  comprehends  this 
concernment  for  the  good,  and  terror  includes  detestation  for  the 
bad,  then  let  us  consider  whether  the  English  have  not  answered 
this  end  of  tragedy  as  well  as  the  ancients,  or  perhaps  better. 

"  And  here  Mr.  Rymer's  objections  against  these  plays  are  to 
be  impartially  weighed,  that  we  may  see  whether  they  are  of 
weight  enough  to  turn  the  balance  against  our  countrymen. 

"  'Tis  evident  that  those  plays,  which  he  arraigns,  have  moved 
both  those  passions  in  a  high  degree  upon  the  stage. 

"  To  give  the  glory  of  this  away  from  the  poet,  and  to  place  h 
upon  the  actors,  seems  unjust. 

"  One  reason  is,  because  whatever  actors  they  have  found,  the 
event  has  been  the  same  ;  that  is,  the  same  passions  have  been 
always  moved  ;  which  shows  that  there  is  something  of  force 
and  merit  in  the  plays  themselves,  conducing  to  the  design  of 

VOL.  r.  4) 


LIFE  OF  DKYOEN. 

raising  these  two  passions ;  and  suppose  them  ever  to  have  been 
excellently  acted,  yet  action  only  adds  grace,  vigour,  and  more 
life  upon  the  stage  ;  but  cannot  give  it  wholly  where  it  is  not 
first.  But,  secondly,  I  dare  appeal  to  those  who  have  never  seem 
them  acted,  if  they  have  not  found  these  two  passions  moved 
within  them  ;  and  if  the  general  voice  will  carry  it,  Mr.  Rymer's 
prejudice  will  take  oft*  his  single  testimony. 

"  This,  being  mutter  of  fact,  is  reasonably  to  be  established  by 
this  appeal  ;  as,  if  one  man  says  it  is  night,  when  the  rest  of  the 
world  conclude  it  to  be  day,  there  needs  no  farther  argument 
against  him  that  it  is  so. 

"  If  he  urge,  that  the  general  taste  is  depraved,  his  arguments 
to  prove  this  can  at  best  but  evince  that  our  poets  took  not  the 
best  way  to  raise  those  passions  ;  but  experience  proves  against 
him,  that  those  means  which  they  have  used,  have  been  success- 
ful, and  have  produced  them. 

"  And  one  reason  of  that  success  is,  in  my  opinion,  this ;  that 
Shakespeare  and  Fletcher  have  written  to  the  genius  of  the  age 
and  nation  in  which  they  lived  ;  for  though  nature,  as  he  objects, 
is  the  same  in  all  places,  and  reason  too  the  same ;  yet  the  cli- 
mate, the  age,  the  disposition  of  the  people,  to  whom  a  poet 
writes,  may  be  so  different,  that  what  pleased  the  Greeks  would 
not  satisfy  an  English  audience. 

"  And  if  they  proceeded  upon  a  foundation  of  truer  reason  to 
please  the  Athenians,  than  Shakespeare  and  Fletcher  to  please 
the  English,  it  only  shows  that  the  Athenians  were  a  more  judi- 
cious people  ;  but  the  poet's  business  is  certainly  to  please  the 
audience. 

"  Whether  our  English  audience  have  been  pleased  hitherto 
with  acorns,  as  he  calls  it,  or  with  bread,  is  the  next  question  ; 
that  is,  whether  the  me^ins  which  Shakespeare  and  Fletcher  have 
used,  in  their  plays,  to  raise  those  passions  before  named,  be 
better  applied  to  the  ends  by^the  Greek  poets  than  by  them. 
And  perhaps  we  shall  not  grant  him  this  wholly  ;  let  it  be  grant- 
ed that  a  writer  is  not  to  run  down  with  the  stream,  or  to  please 
the  people  by  their  own  usual  methods,  but  rather  to  reform  their 
judgments,  it  still  remains  to  prove  that  our  theatre  needs  this 
rotal  reformation. 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  317 

"  The  faults,  which  he  has  found  in  their  designs  are  rather 
wittily  aggravated  in  many  places  than  reasonably  urged ;  and 
as  much  may  be  returned  on  the  Greeks  by  one  who  were  as 
witty  as  himself. 

"  They  destroy  not,  if  they  are  granted,  the  foundation  of  the 
fabric  ;  only  take  away  from  the  beauty  of  the  symmetry  ;  for  ex- 
ample, the  faults  in  the  character  of  the  king,  in  King  and  No-king, 
are  not,  as  he  calls  them,  such  as  render  him  detestable,  but  only 
imperfections  which  accompany  human  nature,  and  are  for  the 
most  part  excused  by  the  violence  of  his  love  ;  so  that  they  de- 
stroy not  our  pity  o?  concernment  for  him  ;  this  answer  may  be 
applied  to  most  of  his  objections  of  that  kind. 

"And  Rollo  committing  many  murders,  when  he  is  answerable 
but  for  one,  is  too  severely  arraigned  by  him  ;  for  it  adds  to  our 
horror  and  detestation  of  the  criminal ;  and  poetic  justice  is  not 
neglected  neither  ;  for  we  stab  him  in  our  minds  for  every  offence 
which  he  commits  ;  and  the  point,  which  the  poet  is  to*gain  on 
the  audience,  is  not  so  much  in  the  death  of  an  offender  as  the 
raising  an  horror  of  his  crimes. 

"  That  the  criminal  should  neither  be  wholly  guilty,  nor  wholly 
innocent,  but  so  participating  of  both  as  to  move  both  pity  and 
terror,  is  certainly  a  good  rule,  but  not  perpetually  to  be  observed; 
for,  that  were  to  make  all  tragedies  too  much  alike  ;  which  ob- 
jection he  foresaw,  but  has  not  fully  answered. 

"  To  conclude,  therefore ;  if  the  plays  of  the  ancients  are  more 
correctly  plotted,  ours  are  more  beautifully  written.     And,  if  we 
can  raise  passions  as  high"  on  worse  foundations,  it  shows  our 
genius  in  tragedy  is  greater  ;  for,  in  all  other  parts  of  it,  the  Po- 
lish have  manifest! v  excelled  them." 


318  LIFE  OF  DRYDEN. 

THE  original  of  the  following-  letter  is  preserved  in  the  library 
at  Lambeth,  and  was  kindly  imparted  to  the  public  by  the  rev- 
erend Dr.  Vyse. 

Copy  of  an  original  letter  from  John  Dryden,  Esq.  to  his  sons 
in  Italy,  from  a  MS.  in  the  Lambeth  library,  marked  No. 
933,  p.  56. 
(Superscribed} 

"  Al  illustrissimo  Sigre 
"  Carlo  Dryden  Camariere 
"d'Honore  A.  S.  S. 

"  In  Roma. 
"  Franca  per  Mantoua. 

"  Sept.  the  3d.  our  style. 
"  DEAR  SONS, 

"Being  now  at  sir  William  Bowyer's  in  the  country,  I  cannot 
write  at#  large,  because  I  find  myself  somewhat  indisposed  with 
a  cold,  and  am  thick  of  hearing,  rather  worse  than  1  was  in  town. 
I  am  glad  to  find,  by  your  letter  of  July  26th.  your  style,  that  you 
are  both  in  health  ;  but  wonder  you  should  think  me  so  negli- 
gent as  to  forget  to  give  you  an  account  of  the  ship  in  which 
your  parcel  is  to  come.     I  have  written  to  you  two  or  three  letters 
concerning  it,  which  I  have  sent  by  safe  hands,  as  I  told  you,  and 
doubt  not  but  you  have  them  before  this  can  arrive  to  you.     Be- 
ing out  of  town,  I  have  forgotten  the  ship's  name,  which  your 
mother  will  inquire,  and  put  it  into  her  letter,  which  is  joined 
with  mine.     But  the  master's  name  I  remember ;  he  is  called 
Mr.  Ralph  Thorp ;  the  ship  is  bound  to  Leghorn,  consigned  to 
Mr.   Peter  and  Mr.   Thomas  Ball,  merchants.     I  am  of  your 
opinion,  that  by   Tonson's  means  almost  all  our  letters   have 
miscarried  for  this  last  year.     But,  however,  he  has  missed  of 
his  design  in  the  dedication,  though  he  had  prepared  the  book 
for  it ;  for  in  every  figure  of  jEneas  he  has  caused  him  to  be 
drawn  like  king  William,   with  a  hooked  nose.     After   my  re- 
turn to  town,  I   intend  to  alter  a  play  of  sir  Robert  Howard's, 
written  long  since,  and  lately  put  into  my  hands  ;  'tis  called  The 
Conquest  of  China  by   the  Tartars.     It  will  cost  me  six  weeks 
study,  with  the  probable  benefit  of  an  hundred  pounds.     In  the 
mean  time  I  am  writing  a  song  for  St.   Cecilia's  feast,  who,  you 
know,  is  the  patroness  of  music.     This  is  troublesome,  and  n.e 


LIFE  OF  DRYDEN.  319 

way  beneficial ;  but  I  could  not  deny  the  stewards  of  the  feast, 
who  came  in  a  body  to  me  to  desire  that  kindness,  one  of  them 
being  Mr.  Bridgeman,  whose  parents  are  your  mother's  friends. 
I  hope  to  send  you  thirty  guineas  between  Michaelmas  and 
Christmas,  of  which  I  will  give  you  an  account  when  I  come  to 
town.  I  remember  the  counsel  you  give  me  in  your  letter ;  but 
dissembling,  though  lawful  in  some  cases,  is  not  my  talent  ;  yet, 
for  your  sake,  I  will  struggle  with  the  plain  openness  of  my  na- 
ture, and  keep  in  my  just  resentment  against  that  degenerate 
order.  In  the  mean  time,  I  flatter  not  myself  with  any  manner 
of  hopes,  but  do  my  duty,  and  suffer  for  God's  sake  ;  being  as- 
sured, before  hand,  never  to  be  rewarded,  though  the  times 
should  alter.  Toward  the  latter  end  of  this  month,  September. 
Charles  will  begin  to  recover  his  perfect  health,  according  to  his 
nativity,  which,  casting  it  myself,  I  am  sure  is  true,  and  all  things 
hitherto  have  happened  accordingly  to  the  very  time  that  I  predict- 
ed them  ;  I  hope  at  the  same  time  to  recover  more  health,  accord- 
ing to  my  age.  Remember  me  to  poor  Harry,  whose  prayers 
I  earnestly  desire.  My  Virgil  succeeds  in  the  world  beyond  its 
desert  or  my  expectation.  You  know  the  profits  might  have 
been  more ;  but  neither  my  conscience  nor  my  honour  would 
suffer  me  to  take  them  ;  but  I  never  can  repent  of  my  constancy! 
since  I  am  thoroughly  persuaded  of  the  justice  of  the  cause  for 
which  I  suffer.  It  has  pleased  God  to  raise  up  many  friends  to 
me  among  my  enemies,  though  they  who  ought  to  have  been 
my  friends  are  negligent  of  me.  I  am  called  to  dinner,  and  can- 
not go  on  with  this  letter,  which  I  desire  you  to  excuse  ;  and  am 

"  Your  most  affectionate  father, 

"  JOHN  DRYDEN." 


SMITH. 


EDMUND  SMITH  is  one  of  those  lucky  writers  who  have, 
without  much  labour,  attained  high  reputation,  and  who  are 
mentioned  with  reverence  rather  for  the  possession  than  the 
exertion  of  uncommon  abilities. 

Of  his  life  little  is  known  ;  and  that  little  claims  no  praise  but 
what  can  be  given  to  intellectual  excellence  seldom  employed  to 
any  virtuous  purpose.  His  character,  as  given  by  Mr.  Oldis- 
worth  with  all  the  partiality  of  friendship,  which  is  said  by  Dr. 
Burton,  to  show  "  what  fine  things  one  man  of  parts  can  say  of 
another,"  and  which,  however,  comprises  great  part  of  what  can 
be  known  of  Mr.  Smith,  it  is  better  to  transcribe  at  once,  than  to 
take  by  pieces.  I  shall  subjoin  such  little  memorials  as  accident 
has  enabled  me  to  collect. 

Mr.  EDMUND  SMITH  was  the  only  son  of  an  eminent  mer- 
chant, one  Mr.  Neale,  by  a  daughter  of  the  famous  baron  Lech- 
mere.  Some  misfortunes  of  his  father,  which  were  soon  follow- 
ed by  his  death,  were  the  occaf^ion  of  the  son's  being  left  very 
young  in  the  hands  of  a  near  relation,  one  who  married  Mr. 
Neale's  sister,  whose  name  was  Smith. 

This  gentleman  and  his  lady  treated  him  as  their  own  child, 
and  put  him  to  Westminster  school  under  the  care  of  Dr.  Bus- 
by ;  whence,  after  the  loss  of  his  faithful  and  generous  guardian, 
whose  name  he  assumed  and  retained,  he  was  removed  to  Christ- 
church,  in  Oxford,  and  there  by  his  aunt  handsomely  maintained 
till  her  death  ;  after  which  he  continued  a  member  of  that  learn- 
ed and  ingenious  society  till  within  five  years  of  his  own  ;  though, 
some  time  before  his  leaving  Christchurch,  he  was  sent  for  by 
his  mother  to  Worcester,  and  owned  and  acknowledged  as  her 
legitimate  son ;  which  had  not  been  mentioned,  but  to  wipe  off  the- 
aspersions  that  were  ignorantly  cast  by  some  on  his  birth.  It 
is  to  be  remembered,  for  our  author's  honour,  that,  when  at  West- 
minster election  he  stood  a  candidate  for  one  of  the  universities. 


LII.-K  or  SMITH. 

he  so  signally  distinguished  himself  by  his  conspicuous  perform- 
ances, that  there  arose  no  small  contention,  between  the  repre- 
sentative electors  of  Trinity  college  in  Cambridge  and  Christ- 
church  in  Oxon,  which  of  those  two  royal  societies  should  adopt 
him  as  their  own.  But  the  electors  of  Trinity  college  having 
the  preference  of  choice  that  year,  they  resolutely  elected  him  ; 
who  yet,  being  invited  at  the  same  time  to  Christchurch,  chose 
to  accept  of  a  studentship  there.  Mr.  Smith's  perfections,  as 
well  natural  as  acquired,  seem  to  have  been  formed  upon  Hor- 
ace's plan,  who  says,  in  his  "  Art  of  Poetry, 


" 


"  Ego  nee  studium  sine  divite  vena, 
Nee  rude  quid  prosit  video  ingenium  ;  alterius  sic 
Altcra  poscit  opera  res,  &  coujurat  amice." 

He  was  endowed  by  nature  with  all  those  excellent  and  neces- 
sary qualifications  which  are  previous  to  the  accomplishment  of 
a  great  man.  His  memory  was  large  and  tenacious,  yet  by  a 
curious  felicity  chiefly  susceptible  of  the  finest  impressions  it  re- 
ceived from  the  best  authors  he  read,  which  it  always  preserved 
in  their  primitive  strength  and  amiable  order. 

He  had  a  quickness  of  apprehension,  and  vivacity  of  under- 
standing, which  easily  took  in  and  surmounted  the  most  subtle 
and  knotty  parts  of  mathematics  and  metaphysics.  His  wit  was 
prompt  and  flowing,  yet  solid  and  piercing  ;  his  taste  delicate,  his 
head  clear,  and  his  way  of  expressing  his  thoughts  perspicuous  and 
engaging.  I  shall  say  nothing  of  his  person,  which  yet  was  so  well 
turned,  that  no  neglect  of  himself  in  his  dress  could  render  it  disa- 
greeable ;  insomuch  that  the  fair  sex,  who  observed  and  esteemed 
him,  at  once  commended  and  reproved  him  by  the  name  of  the 
handsome  sloven.  An  eager  but  generous  and  noble  emulation 
grew  up  with  him  ;  which,  as  it  were  a  rational  sort  of  instinct, 
pushed  him  upon  striving  to  excel  in  every  art  and  science  that 
could  make  him  a  credit  to  his  college,  and  that  college  the  ornament 
of  the  most  learned  and  polite  university  ;  and  it  was  his  happiness 
to  have  several  contemporaries  and  fellow  students  who  exercised 
and  excited  this  virtue  in  themselves  and  others,  thereby  becoming 
so  deservedly  in  favour  with  this  age,  and  so  good  a  proof  of  its 
-lice  discernment.  His  judgment,  naturally  good,  soon  ripened 
into  an  exquisite  fineness  and  distinguishing  sagacity,  which, 
as  it  was  active  and  bucy,  so  it  was  vigorous  and  manly,  keeping 


LIFE  OF  SMITH.  32 


n 


even  paces  with  a  rich  and  strong  imagination,  always  upon  the 
wing,  and  never  tired  with  aspiring.  Hence  it  \vus  that,  though 
he  writ  as  young  as  Cowley,  he  had  no  puerilities  ;  and  his 
earliest  productions  were  so  far  from  having  any  thing  in  them 
mean  and  trifling,  that,  like  the  junior  compositions  of  Mr. 
Stepney,  they  may  make  grey  authors  blush.  There  are  many 
of  his  first  essays  in  oratory,  in  epigram,  elegy,  and  epic,  still 
handed  about  the  university  in  manuscript,  which  show  a  mas- 
terly hand  ;  and,  though  maimed  and  injured  by  frequent  trans- 
cribing, make  their  way  into  our  most  celebrated  miscellanies, 
where  they  shine  with  uncommon  lustre.  Besides  those  verses 
in  the  Oxford  books  which  he  could  not  help  setting  his  name 
to,  several  of  his  compositions  came  abroad  under  other  names, 
which  his  own  singular  modesty,  and  faithful  silence,  strove  in 
vain  to  conceal.  The  Encaenia  and  public  collections  of  the  uni- 
versity upon  state  subjects  were  never  in  such  esteem,  either  for 
elegy  or  congratulation,  as  when  he  contributed  most  largely 
to  them  ;  and  it  was  natural  for  those  who  knew  his  peculiar 
way  of  writing  to  turn  to  his  share  in  the  work,  as  by  far  the 
most  relishing  part  of  the  entertainment.  As  his  parts  were  ex- 
traordinary, so  he  well  knew  how  to  improve  them  ;  and  not  on- 
ly to  polish  the  diamond,  but  enchase  it  in  the  most  solid  and 
durable  metal.  Though  he  was  an  academic  the  greatest  part 
of  his  life,  yet  he  contracted  no  sourness  of  temper,  no  spice  of 
pedantry,  no  itch  of  disputation,  or  obstinate  contention  ior  the 
old  or  new  philosophy,  no  assuming  way  of  dictating  to  others, 
which  are  faults,  though  excusable,  which  some  are  insensibly- 
led  into,  who  are  constrained  to  dwell  long  within  the  walls  of  a 
private  college.  His  conversation  was  pleasant  and  instructive  ; 
and  what  Horace  said  of  Plotius,  Varius,  and  Virgil,  might  just- 
ly be  applied  to  him. 


Nil  ego  contulerim  jucundo  sanus  Amico.' 


_1      *      *    »          ^    W    '-*          ^V_JJJ».<,I1V.1*»I1  |       .    I     *        1-111  V*  V»        •.     l\     .     I      •     '      .  -       t  1      '      *        '      " 

Sat  v.  1.  44. 

As  correct  a  writer  as  he  was  in  his  most  elaborate  pieces, 
he  read  the  works  of  others  with  candour,  and  reserved  his 
greatest  severity  for  his  own  compositions  ;  being-  readier  to 
cherish  and  advance,  than  damp  or  depress  a  rising  genius,  and  as 
patient  of  being  excelled  himself,  if  any  could  excel  him,  ns  in- 
dustrious to  excel  others. 

VOL.  i.  42 


324  Lin;  OF  SMITH. 

'Twerc  to  be  vushed  he  had  confined  himself  to  a  particular 
profession  who  was  capable  of  surpassing  in  any ;  but,  in  this, 
his  want  of  application  was  in  a  great  measure  owing  to  his  want 
of  due  encouragement. 

He  passed  through  the  exercises  of  the  college  and  university 
with  unusual  applause  ;  and  though  he  often  suffered  his  friends 
to  call  him  oft"  from  his  retirements,  and  to  lengthen  out  those 
jovial  avocations,  yet  his  return  10  his  studies  was  so  much  the 
more  passionate,  and  his  intention  upon  those  refined  pleasures  of 
reading  and  thinking  so  vehement,  to  which  his  facetious  and  un- 
bended intervals  bore  no  proportion,  that  the  habit  grew  upon 
him,  and  the  series  of  meditation  and  reflection  being  kept  up 
whole  weeks  together,  he  could  better  sort  his  ideas,  and  take 
in  the  sundry  parts  of  a  science  at  one  view,  without  interruption 
or  confusion.  Some  indeed  of  his  acquaintance,  who  were  pleased 
to  distinguish  between  the  wit  and  the  scholar,  extolled  him  alto- 
gether on  the  account  of  the  first  of  these  titles  ;  but  others,  who 
knew  him  better,  could  not  forbear  doing  him  justice  as  a  prodigy 
in  both  kinds.  He  had  signalized  himself,  in  the  schools,  as  a  phi- 
losopher and  polemic  of  extensive  knowledge  and  deep  penetra- 
tion ;  and  went  through  all  the  courses  with  a  wise  regard  to  the 
dignity  and  importance  of  each  science.  I  remember  him  in  the 
divinity  school  responding  and  disputing  with  a  perspicuous  en- 
ergy, a  ready  exactness,  and  commanding  force  of  argument, 
when  Dr.  Jane  worthily  presided  in  the  chair ;  whose  conde- 
scending and  disinterested  commendation  of  him  gave  him  such 
a  reputation  as  silenced  the  envious  malice  of  his  enemies,  who 
durst  not  contradict  the  approbation  of  so  profound  a  master  in 
theology.  None  of  those  self  sufficient  creatures,  who  have  eith- 
er trifled  with  philosophy,  by  attempting  to  ridicule  it,  or  have 
encumbered  it  with  novel  terms,  and  burdensome  explanations, 
understood  its  real  weight  and  purity  half  so  well  as  Mr.  Smith. 
He  was  too  discerning  to  allow  of  the  character  of  unprofit- 
able, rugged,  and  abstruse,  which  some  superficial  sciolists,  so 
very  smooth  and  polite  as  to  admit  of  no  impression,  cither  out 
of  an  unthinking  indolence,  or  an  ill  grounded  prejudice,  had  affix- 
ed to  this  sort  of  studies.  He  knew  the  thorny  terms  of  philos- 
ophy served  well  to  fence  in  the  true  doctrines  of  religion  ;  and 
looked  upon  school  divinity  as  upon  a  rough  but  well  wrought 


LIFE  OF  SMITH.  325 

armour,  which  might  at  once  adorn  and  defend  the  Christian  hero, 
and  equip  him  for  the  combat. 

Mr.  Smith  had  a  long  and  perfect  intimacy  with  all  the  Greek 
and  Latin  classics  ;  with  which  he  had  carefully  con. pared  what- 
ever was  worth  perusing  in  the  French,  Spanish,  and  Italian,  to 
which  languages  he  was  no  stranger,  and  in  all  the  celebrated 
writers  of  his  own  country.  But  then,  according  to  the  curious 
observation  of  the  late  earl  of  Shaftesbury,  he  kept  the  poet  in  awe 
by  regular  criticism  ;  and,  as  it  were,  married  the  two  arts  for 
their  mutual  support  and  improvement.  There  was  not  a  tract 
of  credit,  upon  that  subject,  which  he  had  riot  diligently  examined, 
from  Aristotle  down  to  Hedelin  and  Bossu  ;  so  that,  having  each 
rule  constantly'before  him,  he  could  carry  the  art  through  every 
poem,  and  at  once  point  out  the  graces  and  deformities.  By  this 
means  he  seemed  to  read  with  a  design  to  correct  as  well  as  im- 
itate. 

Being  thus  prepared,  he  could  not  but  taste  every  little  deli- 
cacy that  was  set  before  him  ;  though  it  was  impossible  for 
him  at  the  same  time  to  be  fed  and  nourished  with  any  thing 
but  what  was  substantial  and  lasting.  He  considered  the  an- 
cients and  moderns  not  as  parties  or  rivals  for  fame,  but  as  ar- 
chitects upon  one  and  the  same  plan,  the  art  of  poetry  ;  accord- 
ing to  which  he  judged,  approved  and  blamed,  without  flattery 
or  detraction.  If  he  did  not  always  commend  the  compositions 
of  others,  it  was  not  ill  nature,  which  was  not  in  his  temper,  but 
strict  justice  that  would  not  let  him  call  a  few  flowers  set  in 
ranks,  a  glib  measure,  and  so  many  couplets,  by  the  name  of 
poetry  ;  he  was  of  Ben  Jon  son's  opinion,  who  could  not  admire, 

Verses  as  smooth  and  soft  as  cream, 

In  which  there  was  neither  depth  nor  stream. 

And  therefore,  though  his  want  of  complaisance  for  some 
men's  overbearing  vanity  made  him  enemies,  yet  the  better  part 
of  mankind  were  obliged  by  the  freedom  of  his  reflections. 

His  Bodleian  speech,  though  taken  from  a  remote  and  im- 
perfect copy,  hath  shown  the  world  how  great  a  master  he  was 
of  the  Ciceronian  eloquence,  mixed  with  the  conciseness  and 
force  of  Demosthenes,  the  elegant  and  moving  turns  of  Plinv. 
and  the  acute  and  wise  reflections  of  Tacitus. 


LIFE  OF  SMITH. 

Since  Temple  and  Roscommon,  no  man  understood  Horace 
better,  especially  as  to  his  happy  diction,  rolling  numbers,  beau- 
tiful imagery,  and  alternate  mixture  of  the  soft  and  the  sublime. 
This  endeared  Dr.  Hannes's  odes  to  him,  the  finest  genius  for 
Latin  lyric  since  the  Augustine  age.  His  friend  Mr.  Philips's 
ode  to  Mr.  St.  John,  late  lord  Bolingbroke,  after  the  manner  of 
Horace's  Lusory  or  Amatorian  Odes,  is  certainly  a  masterpiece  ; 
but  Mr.  Smith's  Pocockius  is  of  the  sublimer  kind,  though,  like 
Waller's  writings  upon  Oliver  Cromwell,  it  wants  not  the  most 
delicate  and  surprising  turns  peculiar  to  the  person  piaised.  I 
do  not  remember  to  have  seen  any  thing  like  it  in  Dr.  Bathurst,* 
who  had  made  some  attempts  this  way  with  applause.  He  was 
an  excellent  judge  of  humanity  ;  and  so  good  an  historian,  that  in 
familiar  discourse  he  would  talk  over  the  most  memorable  facts 
in  antiquity,  the  lives,  actions,  and  characters,  of  celebrated  men, 
with  amazing  facility  and  accuracy.  As  he  had  thoroughly  read 
and  digested  Thuanus's  works,  so  he  was  able  to  copy  after  him  j 
and  his  talent  in  this  kind  was  so  well  known  and  allowed,  that 
he  had  been  singled  out  by  some  great  men  to  write  a  history, 
which  it  was  for  their  interest  to  have  done  with  the  utmost  art 
and  dexterity.  I  shall  not  mention  for  what  reasons  this  design 
was  dropped,  though  they  are  very  much  to  Mr.  Smith's  honour. 
The  truth  is,  and  I  speak  it  before  living  witnesses,  whilst  an 
agreeable  company  could  fix  him  upon  a  subject  of  useful  lit- 
erature, nobody  shone  to  greater  advantage  ;  he  seemed  to  be 
that  Memmius  whom  Lucretius  speaks  of  ; 

— Quern  tu,  Dea,  tempore  in  omni 
Omnibus  ornatum  voluisti  excellere  rebus. 

His  works  are  not  many,  and  those  scattered  up  and  down  in 
miscellanies  and  collections,  being  wrested  from  him  by  his 
friends  with  great  difficulty  and  reluctance.  All  of  them  togeth- 
er make  but  a  small  part  of  that  much  greater  body  which  lies 
dispersed  in  the  possession  of  numerous  acquaintance ;  and  can- 
not perhaps  be  made  entire,  without  great  injustice  to  him,  be- 
cause few  of  them  had  his  last  hand,  and  the  transcriber  was 
often  obliged  to  take  the  liberties  of  a  friend.  His  condolence 

*  Dr.  Ralph  Bathurst,  whose  life  and  literary  remains  were  published  in 
1761,  by  Mr.  Thomas  Warton.    C. 


LIFE  OF  SMITH.  327 

for  the  death  of  Mr.  Philips  is  full  of  the  noblest  beauties,  and 
hath  done  justice  to  the  ashes  of  that  second  Milton,  whose  writ- 
ings will  last  as  long  as  the  English  language,  generosity,  and 
valour.  For  him  Mr.  Smith  had  contracted  a  perfect  friendship  ; 
a  passion  he  was  most  susceptible  of,  and  whose  laws  he  looked 
upon  as  sacred  and  inviolable. 

Every  subject  that  passed  under  his  pen  had  all  the  life,  pro- 
portion, and  embellishments  bestowed  on  it,  which  an  exquisite 
skill,  a  warm  imagination,  and  a  cool  judgment,  could  possibly 
bestow  on  it.     The  epic,  lyric,  elegiac,  every  sort  of  poetry  he 
touched  upon,  and  he  had  touched  upon  a  great  variety,  was  rais- 
ed to  its  proper  height,  and  the  differences  between  each  ot  them 
observed  with  a  judicious  accuracy.     We  saw  the  old  rules  and 
new  beauties  placed  in  admirable  order  by  each  other  ;  and 
there  was  a  predominant  fancy  and  spirit  of  his  own  infused,  su- 
perior to  what  some  draw  off  from  the  ancients,  or  from  poesies 
here  and  there  culled  cut  of  the  moderns,  by  a  painful  industry 
and  servile  imitation.     His  contrivances  were  adroit  and  magnif- 
icent ;  his  images  lively  and  adequate  ;  his  sentiments  charm- 
ing and  majestic  ;  his  expressions  natural  and  bold  ;  his  num- 
bers various  and  sounding  ;  and  that  enamelled  mixture  of  clas- 
sical wit,  which,  without  redundance  and  affectation,   sparkled 
through   his  writings,  and  was  no  less  pertinent  and  agreeable. 
His  Phzdra  is  a   consummate  tragedy,  and  the  success  of  it 
was  as  great  as  the  most  sanguine  expectations  of  his  friends 
couid  promise  or  foresee.     The  number  of  nights,  and  the  com- 
mon method  of  filling  the  house,  are  not  always  the  surest  marks 
of  judging  what  encouragement  a  play  meets  with  ;  but  the  gen- 
erosity of  all  the  persons  of  a  refined  taste  about  town  was  re- 
markable on  this  occasion  ;  and  it  must  not  be  forgotten  how 
zealously  Mr.  Addison  espoused  his  interest,  with  all  the  ele- 
gant judgment  and  diffusive  good  nature  for  which  that  accom- 
plished gentleman   and  author  is   so  justly  valued  by  mankind. 
But  as  to  Phaedra,  she  has  certainly  made  a  finer  figure  under 
Mr.  Smith's  conduct,  upon  the  English   stage,  than  either  in 
Rome  or  Athens  ;  and  if  she  excels  the  Greek  and  Latin  Phx- 
dra,  I  need  not  say  she  surpasses  the  French  one,  though  embel- 
lished with  whatever  regular  beauties  and  moving  softness  Racine, 
himself  could  give  her. 


328  LIFE  OF  SMITH. 

No  man  had  a  justcr  notion  of  the  difficulty  of  composing  than 
Mr.  Smith;   and    he   sometimes  would   crcute  greater  difficul- 
ties than    he    had  reason  to  apprehend.     Writing  with   ease, 
•what,  as  Mr.  Wycherley  speaks,   may  be  easily  written,  moved 
his  indignation.      When   he  was  AV  riling   upon  a   subject,   he 
would  seriously   consider  what   Demosthenes,   Homer,  Virgil, 
or  Horace,  if  alive,  would  say  upon  that  occasion,  which  whetted 
him  to  exceed  himself  as  well   as  others.     Nevertheless,  he 
could  not  or  would  not  finish  several  subjects  he  undertook  ; 
which  may  be  imputed  either  to  the  briskness  of  his  fancy,  still 
hunting  after  new  matter,  or  to  an  occasional  indolence,  Avhich 
spleen  and  lassitude  brought  upon  him,  which,  of  all  his  foibles, 
the  world  was  least  inclined  to  forgive.     That  this  was  not  owing 
to  conceit  and  vanity,  or  a  fulness  of  himself,  a  frailty  which  has 
been  imputed  to  no  less  men  than  Shakespeare  and  Jonson,  is  clear 
from  hence  ;  because  he  left  his  Avorks  to  the  entire  disposal  of 
his  friends,  Avhose  most  rigorous  censures  he  even  courted  and 
solicited,  submitting  to  their  animadversions,  and  the  freedom  they 
took  Avith  them,  with  an  unreserved  and  prudent  resignation. 

I    have  seen  sketches  and  rough  draughts  of  some   poems 
he  designed,  set  out  analytically  ;  wherein  the  fable,  structure, 
and  connection,  the   images,  incidents,  moral,  episodes,  and  a 
great  variety  of  ornaments,  were  so  finely  laid  out,  so  well  fitted 
to  the  rules  of  art,  and   squared  so  exactly  to  the  precedents  of 
the  ancients,  that  I  have  often  looked  on  these  poetical  elements 
with  the  same  concern  with  which  curious  men  are  affected  at 
the  sight  of  the   most  entertaining  remains  and  ruins  of  an  an- 
tique figure  or  building.     Those  fragments  of  the  learned,  which 
some  men  have  been  so  proud  of  their  pains  in  collecting,  are 
useless  rarities,  without   form  and  without  life,  when  compared 
with  these  embryos,  which  wanted  not  spirit  enough  to  preserve 
them  ;  so  that  I  cannot  help  thinking  that  if  some  of  them  were 
to  come  abroad,  they  would  be  as  highly  valued  by  the  poets,  as 
the  sketches  of  Julio  and  Titian  are  by  the  painters  ;  though 
there  is  nothing  in  them  but  a  few  outlines,  as  to  the  design  and 
proportion. 

It  must  be  confessed,  that  Mr.  Smith  had  some  defects  in  his 
conduct,  which  those  are  most  apt  to  remember  who  could  imi- 
tate him  in  nothing  else.  His  freedom  Avith  himself  drew  severer 
acknowledgments  from  him  than  all  the  malice  he  ever  provoked 


LIFE  OF  SMITH.  329 

was  capable  ,of  advancing,  and  he  did  not  scruple  to  give  even 
his  misfortunes  the  hard  name  of  faults ;  but,  if  the  world  had 
half  his  good  nature,  all  the  shady  parts  would  be  entirely  struck 
out  of  his  character. 

A  man,  who,  under  poverty,  calamities,  and  disappointments 
could  make  so  many  friends,  and  those  so  truly  valuable,  must 
have  just  and  noble  ideas  of  the  passion  of  friendship,  in  the  suc- 
cess of  which  consisted  the  greatest,  if  not  the  only,  happiness  of 
his  life.  He  knew  very  well  what  was  due  to  his  birth,  though 
fortune  threw  him  short  of  it  in  every  other  circumstance  of  life- 
He  avoided  making  any,  though  perhaps  reasonable,  complaints 
of  her  dispensations,  under  which  he  had  honour  enough  to  bo 
easy,  without  touching  the  favours  she  flung  in  his  way  when 
offered  to  him  at  the  price  of  a  more  durable  reputation.  He  took 
care  to  have  no  dealings  with  mankind  in  which  he  could  not  be 
just ;  and  he  desired  to  be  at  no  other  expense  in  his  pretensions 
than  that  of  intrinsic  merit,  which  was  the  only  burden  and  re- 
proach he  ever  brought  upon  his  friends.  He  could  say,  as  Hor- 
ace did  of  himself,  what  I  never  yet  saw  translated. 

*' — Meo  sum  pauper  in  cere." 

At  his  coming  to  town,  no  man  was  more  surrounded  by  all 
those  who  really  had  or  pretended  to  wit,  or  more  courted  by  the 
great  men  who  had  then  a  power  and  opportunity  of  encouraging 
arts  and  sciences,  and  gave  proofs  of  their  fondness  for  the  name 
of  patron  in  many  instances,  which  will  ever  be  remembered  to 
their  glory.  Mr.  Smith's  character  grew  upon  his  friends  by 
intimacy,  and  outwent  the  strongest  prepossessions  which  had 
been  conceived  in  his  favour.  Whatever  quarrel  a  few  sour 
creatures,  whose  obscurity  is  their  happiness,  may  possibly  have 
with  the  age,  yet  amidst  a  studied  neglect  and  total  disuse  of  all 
those  ceremonial  attendances,  fashionable  equipments,  and  ex- 
ternal recommendations,  which  are  thought  necessary  introductions 
into  the  grande  monde,  this  gentleman  was  so  happy  as  still  to 
please  ;  Jand  whilst  the  rich,  the  gay,  the  noble,  and  honourable, 
saw  how  much  he  excelled  in  wit  and  learning,  they  easily  for- 
gave him  all  other  differences.  Hence  it  was  that  both  his  ac- 
quaintance and  retirements  wore  his  own  free  choice.  What 


330  LIFE  OF  SMITH. 

Mr.  Prior  observes  upon  a  very  great  character,  was  true  of  him, 
that  most  of  his  faults  brought  their  excuse  with  them. 

Those  who  blamed  him  most,  understood  him  least,  it  being* 
the  custom  of  the  vulgar  to  charge  an  excess  upon  the  most 
complaisant,  and  to  form  a  character  by  the  morals  of  a  few,  who 
have  sometimes  spoiled  an  hour  or  two  in  good  company.  Where 
only  fortune  is  wanting  to  make  a  great  name,  that  single  excep. 
tion  can  never  pass  upon  the  best  judges  and  most  equitable  ob- 
servers of  mankind ;  and  when  the  time  comes  for  the  world  to 
spare  their  pity,  we  may  justly  enlarge  our  demands  upon  them 
for  their  admiration. 

Some  few  years  before  his  death, he  had  engaged  himseif  in  sev- 
eral considerable  undertakings  ;  in  all  which  he  had  }»:  chared  the 
world  to  expect  mighty  things  from  him.  I  have  been  abuut  len 
sheets  of  his  English  Pindar,  which  exceeded  any  thing  of  that 
kind  I  could  ever  hope  for  in  our  own  language.  He  had  drawn 
out  the  plan  of  a  tragedy  of  the  lady  Jane  Grey,  and  had  gone 
through  several  scenes  of  it.  But  he  couid  not  well  have  be- 
queathed that  work  to  better  hands  than  where,  I  hear,  it  is  at 
present  lodged  ;  and  the  bare  mention  of  two  such  names  may 
justify  the  largest  expectations,  and  is  sufficient  to  make  the  town 
an  agreeable  invitation. 

His  greatest  and  noblest  undertaking  was  Lvnginus.  He  had 
finished  an  entire  translation  of  the  Sublime,  which  he  sent  to  the 
reverend  Mr.  Richard  Parker,  a  friend  of  his,  late  of  Merton 
college,  an  exact  critic  in  the  Greek  tongue,  from  whom  it  came 
to  my  hands.  The  French  version  of  Monsieur  Bcileau,  though 
truly  valuable,  was  far  short  of  it.  He  proposed  a  large  addition 
to  this  work,  of  notes  and  observations  of  his  own,  with  an  entire 
system  of  the  Art  of  Poetry,  in  three  books,  under  the  titles  of 
thought,  diction,  and  figure.  I  saw  the  last  of  these  perfect,  and 
in  a  fair  copy,  in  which  he  showed  prodigious  judgment  and 
reading  ;  and  particularly  had  reformed  the  art  of  rhetoric,  by  re' 
ducing  that  vast  and  confused  heap  of  terms,  with  which  a  long 
succession  of  pedants  had  encumbered  the  world,  to  a  very  nar- 
row compass,  comprehending  all  that  was  useful  and  ornamental 
in  poetry.  Under  each  head  and  chapter,  he  intended  to  make 
remarks  upon  all  the  ancients  and  moderns,  the  Greek,  Latin, 


LIFE  OF  SMITH.  331 

English,  French,  Spanish,  and  Italian  poets,  and  to  note  their 
several  beauties  and  defects. 

What  remains  of  his  works  is  left,  as  I  am  informed,  in  the 
hands  of  men  of  worth  and  judgment,  who  loved  him.  It  cannot 
be  supposed  they  would  suppress  any  thing  that  was  his,  but  out 
of  respect  to  his  memory,  and  for  want  of  proper  hands  to  finish 
what  so  great  a  genius  had  begun. 

Such  is  the  declamation  of  Oldisworth,  written  while  his  ad- 
miration was  yet  fresh,  and  his  kindness  warm  ;  and  therefore 
such  as,  without  any  criminal  purpose  of  deceiving,  shows  a 
strong  desire  to  make  the  most  of  all  favourable  truth.  I  cannot 
much  commend  the  performance.  The  praise  is  often  indistinct, 
and  the  sentences  are  loaded  with  words  of  more  pomp  than  use. 
There  is  little,  however,  that  can  be  contradicted,  even  when  a 
plainer  tale  comes  to  be  told. 


EDMUND  NEALE,  known  by  the  name  of  Smith,  was  born 
at  Handley,  the  seat  of  the  Lechmeres,  in  Worcestershire.  The 
year  of  his  birth  is  uncertain.* 

He  was  educated  at  Westminster.  It  is  known  to  have  been 
the  practice  of  Dr.  Busby  to  detain  those  youths  long  at  school 
of  whom  he  had  formed  the  highest  expectations.  Smith  took  his 
master's  degree  on  the  8th.  of  July,  1696;  he  therefore  was 
probably  admitted  into  the  university  in  1689,  when  we  may 
suppose  him  twenty  years  old. 

His  reputation  for  literature  in  his  college  was  such  as  has  been 
told  ;  but  the  indecency  and  licentiousness  of  his  behaviour  drew 
upon  him,  Dec.  24,  16*94,  while  he  was  yet  only  bachelor,  a  pub- 
lic admonition,  entered  upon  record,  in  order  to  his  expulsion. 
Of  this  reproof  the  effect  is  not  known.  He  was  probably  less 
notorious.  At  Oxford,  as  we  all  know,  much  will  be  forgiven  to 
literary  merit;  and  of  that  he  had  exhibited  sufficient  evidence 
by  his  excellent  ode  on  the  death  of  the  great  orientalist,  Dr.  Po- 
cock,  who  died  in  1691,  and  whose  praise  must  have  been  writ- 
ten by  Smith  when  he  had  been  but  two  years  in  the  university. 

*  By  his  epitaph  he  appears  to  have  been  forty  two  years  old  when  he  died. 
He  was  consequently  born  in  the  year  1668.     R. 
VOL.  i.  43 


LIFE  OP  SMITH. 

This  ode,  which  closed  the  second  volume  of  the  Must  An- 
glicance,  though  perhaps  some  objections  may  be  made  to  its 
Laiinity,  is  by  far  the  best  lyric  composition  in  that  collection ;  nor 
do  I  know  where  to  find  it  equalled  among  the  modern  writers. 
It  expresses,  with  great  felicity,  images  not  classical  in  classical 
diction  ;  its  digressions  and  returns  have  been  deservedly  recom- 
mended by  Trapp  as  models  for  imitation. 

He  had  several  imitations  from  Cowley. 

Testator  hinc  tot  sermo  coloribus 
Quot  tu,  Pococki,  dissimilis  tui 

Orator  efters,  quot  vicissim 

Te  memores  celebrare  gaudent. 

I  will  not  commend  the  figure  which  makes  the  orator  pro- 
nounce the  colours^  or  give  to  colours  memory  and  delight.  I  quote 
it,  however,  as  an  imitation  of  these  lines; 

So  many  languages  he  had  in  store, 

That  only  fame  shall  speak  of  him  iu  more. 

The  simile  by  which  an  old  man,  retaining  the  fire  of  his  youth, 
is  compared  to  jEtna  flaming  through  the  snow,  which  Smith 
has  used  with  great  pomp,  is  stolen  from  Cowley,  however  little 
worth  the  labour  of  conveyance. 

He  proceeded  to  take  his  degree  of  master  of  arts,  July  8, 
1G96.  Of  the  exercises  which  he  performed  on  that  occasion,  I 
have  not  heard  any  thing  memorable. 

As  his  years  advanced,  he  advanced  in  reputation  ;  for  he  con- 
tinued to  cultivate  his  mind,  though  he  did  not  amend  his  irreg- 
ularities; by  which  he  gave  so  much  offence,  that,  April  24,  1700, 
the  dean  and  chapter  declared  "  the  place  of  Mr.  Smith  void,  he 
having  been  convicted  of  riotous  behaviour  in  the  house  of  Mr. 
Cole,  an  apothecary  ;  but  it  was  referred  to  the  dean  when  and 
upon  what  occasion  the  sentence  should  be  put  into  execution." 

Thus  tenderly  was  he  treated  ;  the  governors  of  his  college 
could  hardly  keep  him,  and  yet  wished  that  he  would  not  force 
them  to  drive  him  awav. 

• 

Some  time  afterward  he  assumed  an  appearance  of  decency  ; 
in  his  own  phrase,  he  whitened  himself,  having  a  desire  to  obtain 
the  censorship,  an  office  of  honour  and  some  profit  in  the  col- 
lege ;  but,  when  the  election  came,  the  preference  was  given  to 


LIFE  OF  SMITH. 

Mr.  Foulkes,  his  junior  ;  the  same,  I  suppose,  that  joined  with 
Freind  in  an  edition  of  part  of  Demosthenes.  The  censor  is 
a  tutor  ;  and  it  was  not  thought  proper  to  trust  the  superintend- 
ence of  others  to  a  man  who  took  so  little  care  of  himself. 

From  this  time  Smith  employed  his  malice  and  his  wit  against 
the  dean,  Dr.  Alddch,  whom  he  considered  as  the  opponent  of 
his  claim.  Of  his  lampoon  upon  him,  I  once  heard  a  single 
line  too  gross  to  be  repeated. 

But  he  was  still  a  genius  and  a  scholar,  and  Oxford  was  un- 
willing to  lose  him  ;  he  was  endured,  with  all  his  pranks  and  his 
vices,  two  years  longer  ;  but  on  Dec.  20,  1705,  at  the  instance 
of  all  the  canons,  the  sentence,  declared  five  years  before,  was  put 
into  execution. 

The  execution  was,  I  believe,  silent  and  tender  ;  for  one  of  his 
friends,  from  whom  I  learned  much  of  his  life,  appeared  not  to 
know  it. 

He  was  now  driven  to  London,  where  he  associated  himself 
with  the  whigs,  whether  because  they  were  in  power,  or  because 
the  tories  had  expelled  him,  or  because  he  was  a  whig  by  prin- 
ciple, may  perhaps  be  doubted.  He  was,  however,  caressed  by 
men  of  great  abilities,  whatever  were  their  party,  and  was  sup- 
ported by  the  liberality  of  those  who  delighted  in  his  conversa- 
tion. 

There  was  once  a  design,  hinted  at  by  OhHsv.'orth,  to  have 
made  him  useful.  One  evening,  as  he  was  sitting  with  a  friend 
at  a  tavern,  he  was  called  down  by  the  waiter ;  and.  having  staid 
some  time  below,  came  up  thoughtful.  After  a  pause,  said  he  to 
his  friend,  "  He  that  wanted  me  below  was  Addison,  whose 
business  was  to  tell  me  that  a  history  of  the  revolution  was 
intended,  and  to  propose  that  I  should  undertake  it.  I  said, 
4  What  shall  I  do  with  the  character  of  lord  Sunderland  ?'  and 
Addison  immediately  returned,  '  When,  Rag,  were  you  drunk 
last  ?'  and  went  away." 

Cajitain  Rag  was  a  name  which  he  got  at  Oxford  by  his  neg- 
ligence of  dress. 

This  story  I  heard  from  the  late  Mr.  Clark  of  Lincoln's  inn, 
to  whom  it  was  told  by  the  friend  of  Smith. 

Such  scruples  might  debar  him  from  some  profitable  em- 
ployments ;  but,  as  they  could  not  deprive  him  of  any  mi: 


334  LIFE  OF  SMITH. 

esteem,  they  left  him  many  friends  ;  and  no  man  was  ever  belter 
introduced  to  ihe  theatre  than  he,  who,  in  that  violent  conflict  of 
parties,  hud  a  prologue  and  epilogue  from  the  first  wits  on 
either  side. 

But  learning  and  nature  will  no\v  and  then  take  different  cours- 
es. His  play  pleased  the  critics,  and  the  critics  only.  It  was, 
as  Addison  has  recorded,  hardly  heard  the  third  night.  Smith 
li  .d  indeed  trusted  entirely  to  his  merit,  had  ensured  no  band  of 
appkiuders,  nor  used  any  artifice  to  force  success,  and  found  that 
nuked  excellence  was  not  sufficient  for  its  own  support. 

The  play,  however,  was  bought  by  Lintot,  who  advanced  the 
price  from  fifty  guineas,  the  current  rate,  to  sixty  ;  and  Halifax, 
the  general  patron,  accepted  the  dedication.  Smith's  indolence 
kept  him  from  writing  the  dedication  till  Lintot,  after  fruitless 
importunity,  gave  notice  that  he  would  publish  the  play  without 
it.  Now  therefore  it  was  written  ;  and  Halifax  expected  the 
author  with  his  book,  and  had  prepared  to  reward  him  with  a 
place  of  three  hundred  pounds  a  year.  Smith,  by  pride  or  cap- 
rice, or  indolence,  or  bashfulness,  neglected  to  attend  him,  though 
doubtless  warned  and  pressed  by  his  friends,  and  at  last  missed 
his  reward  by  not  going  to  solicit  it. 

Addison    has,  in   the  Spectator,   mentioned   the   neglect   of 
Smith's  tragedy  as  disgraceful  to  the  nation,  and  imputes  it  to 
the  fondness  for  operas  then  prevailing.     The  authority   of  Ad- 
dison is  great  j   yet  the  voice  of  the  people,  when  to  please  the 
people  is  the  purpose,  deserves  regard.    In  this  question,  I  can- 
not but  think  the  people  in  the  right.     The  fable  is  mytholog- 
ical, a  story  which  we  are  accustomed  to  reject  as  false  ;  and  the 
rn  .nncrs  are  so  distant    from  our  own,  that  we  know   them   not 
from  sympathy,  but  by  study  ;  the  ignorant  do  not  understand  the 
action  ;  the  learned  reject  it  as  a  schoolboy's  talc  ;    incrcdulus 
odi      What  I  cannot  for  a   moment  believe,  I  cannot  for  a  mo- 
ment behold  with  interest  or  anxiety.     The.  sentiments  thus  re- 
mote from  life  are  removed  yet  further  by  the  diction,  which  is 
too    luxuriant   and    splendid  for  dialogue,   and    envelopes   the 
thoughts  rather  than  displays  them.     It  is  a  scholar's  play,   such 
as  may  please  the  reader  rather  than  the  spectator  ;  the  work  of 
a  vigorous  and  elegant  mind,  accustomed  to  please  itself  with  its 
own  conceptions,  but  of  little  acquaintance  with  the  course  of 
life. 


LIFE  OF  SMITH.  335 

Dennis  tells  us,  in  one  of  his  pieces,  that  he  had  once  a  de- 
sign to  have  written  the  tragedy  of  Phaedra  ;  but  was  convinced 
that  the  action  was  too  mythological. 

In  1709,  a  year  after  the  exhibition  of  Phadra,  died  John  Phil- 
ips, the  friend  and  fellow  collegian  of  Smith,  who  on  that  occa- 
sion, wrote  a  poem,  which  justice  must  place  among  the  best  el- 
egies which  our  language  can  show,  an  elegant  mixture  of  fond- 
ness and  admiration,  of  dignity  and  softness.  There  are  some  pi;^- 
sages  too  ludicrous  ;  but  every  human  performance  has  its  faults. 

This  elegy  it  was  the  mode  among  his  friends  to  purchase  for 
a  guinea  ;  and,  as  his  acquaintance  was  numerous,  it  was  a  very 
profitable  poem. 

Of  his  Pindar  mentioned  by  Oldisworth,  I  have  never  other- 
wise heard.     His  Longinus  he  intended  to  accompany  with  some 
illustrations,  and  had  selected  his  instances  of  the  false  sublhn 
from  the  works  of  Blackmore. 

He  resolved  to  try  again  the  fortune  of  the  stage,  with  the 
story  of  lady  Jane  Grey.  It  is  not  unlikely  that  his  experience 
of  the  inefficacy  and  incredibility  of  a  mythological  tale,  might 
determine  him  to  choose  an  action  from  the  English  History,  at 
no  great  distance  from  our  own  times,  which  was  to  end  in  a  real 
event,  produced  by  the  operation  of  known  characters. 

A  subject  will  not  easily  occur  that  can  give  more  opportu- 
nities of  informing  the  understanding,  for  which  Smith  was  un- 
questionably qualified,  or  for  moving  the  passions,  in  which  1 
suspect  him  to  have  had  less  power. 

Having  formed  his  plan  and  collected  materials,  he  declar- 
ed that  a  few  months  would  complete  his  design  ;  and,  that  he 
might  pursue  his  work  with  less  frequent  avocations,  he  was,  in 
June,  1710,  invited  by  Mr.  George  Ducket  to  his  house  at  Gar- 
tham,  in  Wiltshire.  Here  he  found  such  opportunities  of  indul- 
gence as  did  not  much  forward  his  studies,  and  pai\icuLrly 
some  strong  ale,  too  delicious  to  be  resisted.  He  ate  i.nd 
drank  till  he  found  himself  plethoric  ;  and  then,  resolving  to 
ease  himself  by  evacuation,  he  wrote  to  an  apothecary  in  the 
neighbourhood  a  prescription  of  a  purge  so  forcible,  that  the 
apothecary  thought  it  his  duty  to  delay  it  till  he  had  given  notice 
of  its  danger.  Smith,  not  pleased  with  the  contradiction  of  a 
shopman,  and  boastful  of  his  own  knmvlrd<;o,  nvuu-d  the  notice 


336  LIFE  01-   SMITH. 

•with  rude  contempt,  and  swallowed  his  own  medicine,  which, 
in  July,  1710,  brought  him  to  the  grave.  He  was  buried  at 
Gartham. 

Many  years  afterward,  Ducket  communicated  to  Oldmixon, 
the  historian,  an  account,  pretended  to  have  been  received  from 
Smith,  that  Clarendon's  History  was,  in  its  publication,  corrupt- 
ed by  Aldrich,  Smalridge,  and  Atterbury  ;  and  that  Smith  was 
employed  to  forge  and  insert  the  alterations. 

This  story  was  published  triumphantly  by  Oldmixon,  and  may 
be  supposed  to  have  been  eagerly  received  ;  but  its  progress 
was  soon  checked  ;  for,  finding  its  way  into  the  Journal  of  Tre- 
voux,  it  fell  under  the  eye  of  Atterbury,  then  an  exiie  in  France 
•who  immediately  denied  the  charge,  with  this  remarkable  par- 
ticular, that  he  never  in  his  whole  life  had  once  spoken  to  Smith  ;* 
his  company  being,  as  must  be  inferred,  not  accepted  by  those 
who  attended  to  their  characters. 

The  charge  was  afterward  very  diligently  refuted  by  Dr. 
Burton,  of  Eton,  a  man  eminent  for  literature  ;  and,  though  not 
of  the  same  party  with  Aldrich  and  Atterbury,  too  studious  of 
truth  to  leave  them  burdened  with  a  false  charge.  The  testi- 
monies which  he  has  collected  have  convinced  mankind  that  eith- 
er Smith  or  Ducket  were  guilty  of  wilful  and  malicious  falsehood. 

This  controversy  brought  into  view  those  parts  of  Smith's  life, 
which,  with  more  honour  to  his  name,  might  have  been  con- 
cealed. 

Of  Smith  I  can  yet  say  a  little  more.  He  was  a  man  of  such 
estimation  among  his  companions,  that  the  casual  censures  or 
praises  which  he  dropped  in  conversation  were  considered,  like 
those  of  Scaliger,  as  worthy  of  preservation. 

He  had  great  readiness  and  exactness  of  criticism,  and  by  a 
cursory  glance  over  a  new  composition  would  exactly  tell  all  its 
faults  and  beauties. 

He  was  remarkable  for  the  power  of  reading  with  great  rapid- 
ity, and  of  retaining,  with  great  fidelity  what  he  so  easily  col- 
lected. 

*  See  Bishop  Atterbury's  "  Epistolary  Correspondence,"  1799.  Vol.  III. 
pp.  126.   133.     In  the  same  Avork,  Vol.  1.  p.  325,    it  appears  that  Smith  was 
at  one  time  suspected  by  Atterbury  to  have  been  author  of  the  "  Tale  of  a. 
Tub."    N.  ' 


LIFE  OF  SMITH.  337 

He  therefore  always  knew  what  the  present  question  required  ; 
and,  when  his  friends  expressed  their  wonder  at  his  acquisitions, 
made  in  a  state  of  apparent  negligence  and  drunkenness,  he 
never  discovered  his  hours  of  reading  or  method  of  study,  but 
involved  himself  in  affected  silence,  and  fed  his  own  vanity  with 
their  admiration  and  conjectures. 

One  practice  he  had,  which  was  easily  observed  ;  if  any  thought 
or  image  was  presented  to  his  mind  that  he  could  use  or  im- 
prove, he  did  not  suffer  it  to  be  lost ;  but,  amidst  the  jollity  of  a 
tavern,  or  in  the  warmth  of  conversation,  very  diligently  com- 
mitted it  to  paper. 

Thus  it  was  that  he  had  gathered  two  quires  of  hints  for  his 
new  tragedy  ;  of  which  Rowe,  when  they  were  put  into  his  hands? 
could  make,  as  he  says,  very  little  use,  but  which  the  collector 
considered  as  a  valuable  stock  of  materials. 

When  he  came  to  London,  his  way  of  life  connected  him  with 
the  licentious  and  dissolute  ;  and  he  affected  the  airs  and  gaiety 
of  a  man  of  pleasure  ;  but  his  dress  was  always  deficient ;  scho- 
lastic cloudiness  still  hung  about  him  ;  and  his  merriment  was 
sure  to  produce  the  scorn  of  his  companions. 

With  all  his  carelessness,  and  all  his  vices,  he  was  one  of  the 
murrnurers  at  fortune  ;  and  wondered  why  he  was  suffered  to 
be  poor,  when  Addison  was  caressed  and  preferred  ;  nor  would 
a  very  little  have  contented  him  ;  for  he  estimated  his  wants  at 
six  hundred  pounds  a  year. 

In  his  course  of  reading,  it  was  particular  that  he  had  diligent- 
ly perused,  and  accurately  remembered,  the  old  romances  of 
knighterrantry. 

He  had  a  high  opinion  of  his  own  merit,  and  was  something 
contemptuous  in  his  treatment  of  those  whom  he  considered  as 
not  qualified  to  oppose  or  contradict  him.  He  had  many  frail- 
ties ;  yet  it  cannot  but  be  supposed  that  he  had  great  merit  who 
could  obtain  to  the  same  play  a  prologue  from  Addison  and  an 
epilogue  from  Prior  ;  and  who  could  have  at  once  the  patronage 
of  Halifax  and  the  praise  of  Oldisworth. 

For  the  power  of  communicating  these  minute  memorials,  I 
am  indebted  to  my  conversation  with  Gilbert  Walmslcy,  lale 
registerer  of  the  ecclesiastical  court  of  Lichficld,  who  was  ac- 
quainted both  with  Smith  and  Ducket  ;  and  dcrliu'cd.  that,  if  thr 


338  LIFE  OF  SMITH. 

tale  concerning  Clarendon  were  forged,  he  should  suspect  Ducket 
of  the  falsehood  ;  "  for  Rag  was  a  man  of  great  veracity." 

Of  Gilbert  Walmsley,  thus  presented  to  my  mind,  let  me  in- 
dulge myself  in  the  remembrance.     I  knew  him  very  early  ;  IK 
was  one  of  the  first  friends  that  literature  procured   me,  and  I 
hope  that  at  least  my  gratitude  made  me  worthy  of  his  notice. 

He  was  of  an  advanced  age,  and  I  was  only  not  a  boy  ;  yet  he 
never  received  my  notions  with  contempt.  He  was  a  whig,  with 
all  the  virulence  and  malevolence  of  his  party  ;  yet  difference  of 
opinion  did  not  keep  us  apart.  I  honoured  him,  and  he  endur- 
ed me. 

He  had  mingled  with  the  gay  world,  without  exemption  from 
its  vices  or  its  follies,  but  had  never  neglected  the  cultivation  of 
his  mind  ;  his  belief  of  revelation  was  unshaken  ;  his  learning 
preserved  his  principles  ;  he  grew  first  regular,  and  then  pious. 

His  studies  had  been  so  various,  that  I  am  not  able  to  name  a 
man  of  equal  knowledge.  His  acquaintance  with  books  was 
great ;  and  what  he  did  not  immediately  know,  he  could  at  least 
tell  where  to  find.  Such  was  his  amplitude  of  learning,  and  such 
his  copiousness  of  communication,  that  it  may  be  doubted  whether 
a  day  now  passes  in  which  I  have  not  some  advantage  from  his 
friendship. 

At  this  man's  table  I  enjoyed  many  cheerful  and  instructive 
hours,  with  companions  such  as  are  not  often  found  ;  with  one 
who  has  lengthened,  and  one  who  has  gladdened  life  ;  with  Dr. 
James,  whose  skill  in  physic  will  be  long  remembered  ;  and  with 
David  Garrick,  whom  I  hoped  to  have  gratified  with  this  char- 
acter  of  our  common  friend  ;  but  what  are  the  hopes  of  man  !  I 
am  disappointed  by  that  stroke  of  death,  which  has  eclipsed  the 
gaiety  of  nations,  and  impoverished  the  public  stock  of  harmless 
pleasure. 


LIFE  OF  SMITH.  339 

In  the  library  at  Oxford  is  the  following  ludicrous  analysis  of 
Pocackius. 

EX  AUTOGRAPHO. 
[Sent  by  the  author  to  Mr.  Urry.3 

OPUSCULUM  hoc,  Halberdarie  amplissime,  in  lucem  profem 
hactenus  distuii,  judicii  tui  acumen  subveritus  magis  quam  bi- 
pennis.  Tandem  aliquanclo  oden  hanc  ad  te  mitto  sublimem, 
teneram,  flebilem,  suaveni,  qualem  demum  divinus,  si  Musis  va- 
caret,  scripsisset  Gastrellus  ;  adeo  scilicet  sublimem  ut  inter  le- 
gendum  dormire,  adeo  flebilem  ut  riclere  velis.  Cujus  clegan- 
tiam  ut  melius  inspicias,  versuum  ordinem  Sc  materiam  breviter 
referam.  lmus  versus  de  duobus  prseliis  decantatis.  2dus  Sc  3US 
de  Lotharingio,  cuniculis  subterraneis,  saxis,  ponto,  hostibus,  8c 
Asia.  4tus  Sc  5tus  de  catenis,  sudibus,  uncis,  draconibus,  tigri- 
bus,  &  crocodilis.  6m,  7US,  8m,  9™,  de  Gomorrha,  de  Babylone, 
Babele,  Sc  quodam  domi  suae  peregrine.  ID"5,  aliquid  de  quo- 
dam  Pocockio.  \l™>  12"8,  de  Syria,  Solyma.  13US,  14US,  de 
Hosea,  8c  quercu^  Sc  de  juvene  quodam  valde  sene.  15US,  16^, 
de  jEtna,  Sc  quomodo  jEtna  Pocockio  sit  valde  similis.  17m, 
18US,  de  tuba,  astro,  umbra,  flammis,  rotis,  Pocockio  non  neglec- 
to.  Csetera  de  Christianis,  Ottomanis,  Babyloniis,  Arabibus,  Sc 
gravissima  agrorum  melancholia  ;  de  Caesare  Flaccoy*  Nestore, 
&  miserando  juvenis  cujusdam  florentissimi  fato,  anno  aetatis  suae 
centesimo  praemature  abrepti.  Quas  omnia  cum  accurate  ex- 
penderis,  necesse  est  ut  oden  hanc  meam  admiranda  plane  vari- 
etate  constare  fatearis.  Subito  ad  Batavos  proficiscor,  lauro  ab 
illis  donandus.  Prius  vero  Pembrochienses  voco  ad  ccrtamen 
Poeticum.  Vale. 

Illustrissima  tua  deosculor  crura. 

E.  SMITH. 

*  Pro  Flaccoy  animo  paulo  attentiore,  scripsisscm  Marone. 


V.QL.  I. 


DUKE. 


Mr.  RICHARD  DUKE  I  can  find  few  memorials.  He  was 
bred  at  Westminster*  and  Cambridge  ;  and  Jacob  relates,  that 
he  was  some  time  tutor  to  the  duke  of  Richmond. 

He  appears  from  his  writings  to  have  been  not  ill  qualified  for 
poetical  compositions  ;  and  being  conscious  of  his  powers,  when 
he  left'  the  university,  he  inlisted  himself  among  the  wits.  He 
was  the  familiar  friend  of  Otway  ;  and  was  engaged,  among; 
*mher  popular  names,  in  the  translations  of  Ovid  and  Juvenal.  In 
his  Review,  though  unfinished,  are  some  vigorous  lines.  His 
poems  are  not  below  mediocrity  ;  nor  have  I  found  much  in  them 
to  be  praised. f 

With  the  wit  he  seems  to  have  shared  the  dissoluteness  of  the 
times  ;  for  some  of  his  compositions  are  such  as  he  must  have 
reviewed  with  detestation  in  his  later  days,  when  he  published 
those  sermons  which  Felton  has  commended. 

Perhaps,  like  some  other  foolish  young  men,  he  rather  talked 
than  lived  viciously,  in  an  age  when  he  that  would  be  thought  a 
wit  was  afraid  to  say  his  prayers  ;  and,  whatever  might  have 
ijeen  bad  in  the  first  part  of  his  life,  was  surely  condemned  and 
reformed  by  his  better  judgment. 

In  1683,  being  then  master  of  arts,  and  fellow  of  Trinity  col- 
lege in  Cambridge,  he  wrote  a  poem  on  the  marriage  of  the  lady 
Anne  with  George  prince  of  Denmark. 

*  He  was  admitted  there  in  1670;  was  elected  to  Trinity  college,  G.im 
bridge,  in  167.5  ;  and  took  his  master's  degree  in  1C82.     N. 

•}•  They  make  a  part  of  a  volume  published  by  Tonson  in  8vo.  1717,  cm, 
taming  the  poems  of  the  earl  of  Roscoinmon  and  the  duki-  <>f  nuckin^liun,'- 
Essay  on  Poetry  ;  but  were  first  published  in  Drydcn'-  M '  •  •'  :  v .  : ,  M 
3?.os<,  if  not  all,  of  thf  po^ms  in  that  roll. 


LIFE  OF  DUKE. 

He  then  took  orders  ;*  and,  being  made  prebendary  of  Glouc- 
ester, became  a  proctor  in  convocation  for  that  church,  and  chap- 
lain to  queen  Anne. 

In  17 10,  he  was  presented  by  the  bishop  of  Winchester  to  the 
wealthy  living  of  Witncy  in  Oxfordshire,  which  he  enjoyed  but 
a  few  months.  On  Februaiy  10,  1710-1 1,  having  returned  from 
an  entertainment,  he  was  found  dead  the  next  morning.  His 
death  is  mentioned  in  Swift's  Journal. 

*  He  was  presented  to  the  rectory  of  Blaby  in  Leicestershire,  in  1687-8  ; 
nrul  obtained  a  prebend  at  Gloucester  in  1688.    N, 


KING. 


W  ILLIAM  KING  was  born  in  London  in  1663  ;  the  son  of 
Ezekiel  King,  a  gentleman.  He  was  allied  to  the  family  of 
Clarendon. 

From  Westminster  school,  where  he  was  a  scholar  on  the 
foundation  under  the  care  of  Dr.  Busby,  he  was  at  eighteen  elect- 
ed to  Christchurch,  in  168 1 ;  where  he  is  said  to  have  prose- 
cuted his  studies  with  so  much  intenseness  and  activity,  that 
before  he  was  eight  years  standing  he  had  read  over,  and  made 
remarks  upon,  twenty  two  thousand  odd  hundred  books  and  man- 
uscripts.* The  books  were  certainly  not  very  long,  the  manu- 
scripts not  very  difficult,  nor  the  remarks  very  large  ;  for  the 
calculator  will  find  that  he  despatched  seven  a  day  for  every  day 
of  his  eight  years  ;  with  a  remnant  that  more  than  satisfies  mo&t 
other  students.  He  took  his  degree  in  the  most  expensive  man- 
ner, as  a  grand  comjiounder  ;  whence  it  is  inferred  that  he  inher- 
ited a  considerable  fortune. 

In  1688,  the  same  year  in  which  he  was  made  master  of  arts, 
he  published  a  confutation  of  Varillas's  account  of  Wickliff ; 
and,  engaging  in  the  study  of  the  civil  law,  became  doctor,  in 
1692,  and  was  admitted  advocate  at  doctors  commons. 

He  had  already  made  some  translations  from  the  French,  and 
written  some  humorous  and  satirical  pieces;  when,  in  1694> 
Molesworth  published  his  Account  of  Denmark,  in  which  he  treats 
the  Danes  and  their  monarch  with  great  contempt ;  and  takes 
the  opportunity  of  insinuating  those  wild  principles,  by  which  he 
supposes  liberty  to  be  established,  and  by  which  his  adversaries 
suspect  that  all  subordination  and  government  is  endangered. 

This  book  offended  prince  George  ;  and  the  Danish  minister 
presented  a  memorial  against  it.  The  principles  of  its  author 

*ThIs  appear- by  Ms  «  \.<lvrr<m-ia,"   prints  in  his   works,  r«'i'    1776, 


o44  LIFE  OF  KING. 


did  not  please  Dr.  King  ;  and  therefore  he  undertook  to  confute 
part,  and  laugh  at  the  rest.  The  controversy  is  now  forgotten  ; 
and  books  of  this  kind  seldom  live  long,  when  interest  and  resent- 
ment have  ceased. 

In  1697,  he  mingled  in  the  controversy  between  Boyle  and 
Bcntlcy  ;  and  was  one  of  those  who  tried  what  wit  could  perform 
in  opposition  to  learning,  on  a  question  which  learning  only 
could  decide. 

In  1699,  was  published  by  him  A  Journey  to  London,  after  the 
method  of  Dr.  Martin  Lister,  who  had  published  A  Journey  to 
Paris.  And,  in  1700,  he  satirized  the  royal  society,  at  least 
sir  Hans  Sloane  their  president,  in  two  dialogues,  entitled  The 
Transact toner. 

Though  he  was  a  regular  advocate  in  the  courts  of  civil  and 
canon  law,  he  did  not  love  his  profession,  nor  indeed  any  kind  of 
business  which  interrupted  his  voluptuary  dreams,  or  forced  him 
to  rouse  from  that  indulgence  in  which  only  he  could  find  delight_ 
His  reputation  as  a  civilian  was  yet  maintained  by  his  judgments 
in  the  courts  of  delegates,  and  raised  very  high  by  the  address 
and  knowledge  which  he  discovered  in  1700,  when  he  defended 
.  the  earl  of  Anglesea  against  his  lady,  afterward  dutchess  of  Buck- 
inghamshire, who  sued  for  a  divorce,  and  obtained  it. 

The  expense  of  his  pleasures,  and  neglect  of  business,  had  now 
lessened  his  revenues  ;  and  he  was  willing  to  accept  of  a  settle- 
ment in  Ireland,  where,  about  1702,  he  was  made  judge  of  the 
admiralty,  commissioner  of  the  prizes,  keeper  of  the  rec  jrds  in 
Birmingham's  tower,  and  vicar  general  to  Dr.  Marsh,  the  primate. 

But  it  is  vain  to  put  wealth  within  the  reach  of  him  who  will 
not  stretch  out  his  hand  to  take  it.  King  soon  found  a  friend,  as 
Idle  and  thoughtless  as  himself,  in  Upton,  one  of  the  judges, 
%vho  had  a  pleasant  house  called  Mountown,  near  Dublin,  to  which 
King  frequently  retired  ;  delighting  to  neglect  his  interest,  for- 
get his  cares,  and  desert  his  duty. 

Here  he  wrote  Malhj  of  Mount  own,  a  poem  ;  by  which,  though 
fanciful  readers  in  the  pride  of  sagacity  have  given  it  a  political 
interpretation,  was  meant  originally  no  more  than  it  expressed, 
as  it  was  dictated  only  by  the  author's  delight  in  the  quiet  of 


LIFE  OF  KING.  345 

In  1708,  when  lord  Wharton  was  sent  to  govern  Ireland,  King 
returned  to  London,  with  his  poverty,  his  idleness,  and  his  wit ; 
and  published  some  essays,  called  Useful  Transactions.  His 
Voyage  to  the  Island  of  Cajamai  is  particularly  commended.  He 
then  wrote  The  An  ofLo-ue,  a  poem  remarkable,  notwithstanding 
its  title,  for  purity  of  sentiment ;  and  in  1 709  imitated  Horace  in 
an  Art  of  Cookery ^  which  he  published,  with  some  letters  to  Dr. 
Lister. 

In  1710,  he  appeared,  as  a  lover  of  the  church,  on  the  side  of 
Sacheverell ;  and  was  supposed  to  have  concurred  at  least  in  the 
projection  of  The  Examiner.  His  eyes  were  open  to  all  the  op- 
erations of  whiggism ;  and  he  bestowed  some  strictures  upon 
Dr.  Kennet's  adulatory  sermon  at  the  funeral  of  the  duke  of 
Devonshire. 

The  History  of  the  Heathen  Gods,  a  book  composed  for  schools* 
was  written  by  him  in  1710.  The  work  is  useful,  but  might 
have  been  produced  without  the  powers  of  King.  The  next  year, 
he  published  Rufinus,  an  historical  essay  ;  and  a  poem,  intended 
to  dispose  the  nation  to  think  as  he  thought  of  the  duke  of  Marl- 
borough  and  his  adherents. 

In  1711,  competence,  if  not  plenty,  was  again  put  into  his 
power.  He  was,  without  the  trouble  of  attendance,  or  the  mor- 
tification of  a  request,  made  gazetteer.  Swift,  Freincl,  Prior, 
and  other  men  of  the  same  party,  brought  him  the  key  of  the 
gazetteer's  office.  He  was  now  again  placed  in  a  profitable  em- 
ployment, and  again  threw  the  benefit  away.  An  act  of  insolven- 
cy made  his  business  at  that  time  particularly  troublesome  ;  and 
he  would  not  wait  till  hurry  should  be  at  an  end,  but  impatiently 
resigned  it,  and  returned  to  his  wonted  indigence  and  amuse- 
ments. 

One  of  his  amusements  at  Lambeth,  where  he  resided,  was 
to  mortify  Dr.  Tenison,  the  archbishop,  by  a  public  festivity,  on 
the  surrender  of  Dunkirk  to  Hill  ;  an  event  with  which  Teni- 
son's  political  bigotry  did  not  suffer  him  to  be  delighted.  King 
•was  resolved  to  counteract  his  sullenness,  and  at  the  expense  of 
a  few  barrels  of  ale  filled  the  neighbourhood  with  honest  merri- 
ment. 

In  the  autumn  of  1712,  his  health  declined  ;  he  grew  weaker 
by  degrees,  and  died  on  Christmas  day.     Though  his  life  had 


346  LIFE  OF  KING. 

not  been  without  irregularity,  his  principles  were  pure  and  or- 
thodox,  and  his  death  was  pious. 

After  this  relation,  it  will  be  naturally  supposed  that  his  poems 
were  rather  the  amusements  of  idleness  than  efforts  of  study  ; 
that  he  endeavoured  rather  to  divert  than  astonish  ;  that  his 
thoughts  seldom  aspired  to  sublimity  ;  and  that,  if  his  verse  was 
easy  and  his  images  familial',  he  attained  what  he  desired.  His 
purpose  is  to  be  merry  ;  but,  perhaps,  to  enjoy  his  mirth,  it  may 
be  sometimes  necessary  to  think  well  of  his  opinions.* 

*  Dr.  Johnson  appears  to  have  made  but  little  use  of  the  life  of  Dr.  King, 
prefixed  to  his  "  Works,  in  3  vols,"  1776,  to  which  it  may  not  be  imperti- 
nent to  refer  the  reader.  His  talent  for  humour  ought  to  be  praised  in  the 
highest  terms.  In  that  at  least  he  yielded  to  none  of  his  contemporaries.  C. 


SPRAT. 


THOMAS  SPRAT  was  born  in  1636,  at  Tallaton,  in  Devon. 
shire,  the  son  of  a  clergyman  ;  and  having  been  educated,  as  he 
tells  of  himself,  not  at  Westminster  or  Eton,  but  at  a  little  school 
by  the  churchyard  side,  became  a  commoner  of  Wadham  college 
in  Oxford  in  1651  ;  and,  being  chosen  scholar  next  year,  pro- 
ceeded through  the  usual  academical  course ;  and  in  1657,  be- 
came master  of  aits.  He  obtained  a  fellowship,  arid  commenced 
poet. 

In  1659,  his  poem  on  the  death  of  Oliver  was  published,  with 
those  of  Dryden  and  Waller.  In  his  dedication  to  Dr.  Wilkins, 
he  appears  a  very  willing  and  liberal  encomiast,  both  of  the  living 
and  the  dead.  He  implores  his  patron's  excuse  of  his  verses* 
both  as  falling  "  so  infinitely  below  the  full  and  sublime  genius 
of  that  excellent  poet  who  made  this  way  of  writing  free  of  our 
nation,"  and  being  "  so  little  equal  and  proportioned  to  the  renown 
of  the  prince  on  whom  they  were  written  ;  such  great  actions  and 
lives  deserving  to  be  the  subject  of  the  noblest  pens  and  most 
divine  fancies."  He  proceeds ;  "  Having  so  long  experienced 
your  care  and  indulgence,  and  been  formed,  as  it  were,  by  your 
own  hands,  not  to  entitle  you  to  any  thing  which  my  meanness 
produces,  would  be  not  only  injustice,  but  sacrilege." 

He  published,  the  same  year,  a  poem  on  the  plague  of  Athens  ; 
a  subject  of  which  it  is  not  easy  to  say  what  could  recommend 
it.  To  these  he  added  afterward  a  pcem  on  Mr.  Cowlcy's  death. 

After  the  restoration  he  took  orders,  and  by  Cowley's  recom- 
mendation was  made  chaplain  to  the  duke  of  Buckingham,  whom 
he  is  said  to  have  helped  in  writing  The  Rchcarxul.  He  was- 
likewise  chaplain  to  the  king, 

VOL.  I.  45 


LI1 E  OF    SPRAT. 

As  he  was  the  favourite  of  Wilkins,  at  whose  house  began 
those  philosophical  conferences  and  inquiries,  which  in  time  pro- 
duced the  royal  society,  he  was  consequently  engaged  in  the  same 
studies,  and  became  one  of  the  fellows  ;  and  when,  after  their  in- 
corporation, something  seemed  necessary  to  recoficile  the  pub- 
lic to  the  new  institution,  he  undertook  to  write  its  history,  which 
lie  published  in  1667.  This  is  one  of  the  few  books  which  se- 
lection of  sentiment  and  elegance  of  diction  have  been  able  to 
preserve,  though  written  upon  a  subject  flux  and  transitory.  The 
History  of  the  Royal  Society  is  now  read,  not  with  the  wish  to 
know  what  they  were  then  doing,  but  how  their  transactions  are 
exhibited  by  Sprat. 

In  the  next  year  he  published  Observations  on  Sorbiere's  Voy- 
age into  England,  in  a  letter  to  Mr.  Wren.     This  is  a  work  not_ 
ill  performed  ;  but  perhaps  rewarded  wiih  at  least  its  full  pro- 
portion of  praise. 

In  1668,  he  published  Cowley's  Latin  poems,  and  prefixed  in 
Latin  the  life  of  the  author  ;  which  he  afterward  amplified,  and 
placed  before  Cowley's  English  works,  which  were  by  will  com- 
mitted to  his  care. 

Ecclesiastical  benefices  now  fell  fast  upon  him.  In  1668,  he 
became  a  prebendary  of  Westminster,  and  had  afterward  the 
church  of  St.  Margaret  adjoining  to  the  abbey.  He  was,  in  1 680, 
made  canon  of  "Windsor;  in  1683,  dean  of  Westminster ;  and  in 
1684,  bishop  of  Rochester. 

The  court  having  thus  a  claim  to  his  diligence  and  gratitude, 
lie  was  required  to  write  the  history  of  the  ryehouse  plot ;  and 
in  1685,  published  A  true  account  and  declaration  of  the  horrid 
conspiracy  against  the  late  king,  his  present  majesty,  and  the  fires- 
ent  government ;  a  performance  which  he  thought  convenient, 
after  the  revolution,  to  extenuate  and  excuse. 

The  same  year,  being  clerk  of  the  closet  to  the  king,  he  was 
made  dean  of  the  chapel  royal ;  and,  the  year  afterward,  received 
the  last  proof  of  his  master's  confidence,  by  being  appointed  one 
of  the  commissioners  for  ecclesiastical  affairs.  On  the  critical 
day  when  the  declaration  distinguished  the  true  sons  of  the 
church  of  England,  he  stood  neuter,  and  permitted  it  to  be  read 
at  Westminster  ;  but  pressed  none  to  violate  his  conscience  ; 


OFE  OF  SPRAT.  349 

and  when  the  bishop  of  London  was  brought  before  them,  gave 
his  voice  in  his  favour. 

Thus  far  he  suffered  interest  or  obedience  to  carry  him  ;  but 
further  he  refused  to  go.  When  he  found  that  the  powers  of 
the  ecclesiastical  commission  were  to  be  exercised  against  those 
who  had  refused  the  declaration,  he  wrote  to  the  lords,  and  other 
commissioners,  a  formal  profession  of  his  unwillingness  to  exer- 
cise that  authority  any  longer,  and  withdrew  himself  from  them. 
After  they  had  read  his  letter,  they  adjourned  for  six  months,  and 
scarcely  ever  met  afterward. 

When  king  James  was  frighted  away,  and  a  new  government 
was  to  be  settled,  Sprat  was  one  of  those  who  considered,  in  a 
conference,  the  great  question,  whether  the  crown  was  vacant, 
and  manfully  spoke  in  favour  of  his  old  master. 

He  complied,  however,  with  the  new  establishment,  and  was 
left  unmolested  ;  but,  in  1692,  a  strange  attack  was  made  upon 
him  by  one  Robert  Young  and  Stephen  Blackhead,  both  men 
convicted  of  infamous  crimes,  and  both,  when  the  scheme  was 
laid,  prisoners  in  Newgate.     These  men  drew  up  an  association, 
in  which  they  whose  names  were  subscribed  declared  their  res- 
olution to  restore  king  James,  to  seize  the  princess  of  Orange 
dead  or  alive,  and  to  be  ready,  with  thirty  thousand  men  to  meet 
king  James  when  he  should  land.     To  this  they  put  the  names 
of  Sancroft,  Sprat,  Marlborough,  Salisbury,  arid  others.     The 
copy  of  Dr.  Sprat's  name  was  obtained  by  a  fictitious  request,  to 
which  an  answer  in  his  owJt  hand  was  desired.     His  hand  was 
copied  so  well,  that  he  confessed  it  might  have  deceived  himself. 
Blackhead,  who  had  carried  the  letter,  being  sent  again  with  a 
plausible  message,  was  very  curious  to  see  the  house,  and  par- 
ticularly importunate  to  be  let  into  the  study  ;  where,  as  is  sup- 
posed, he  designed  to  leave  the  association.     This,  however,  was 
denied  him  ;  and  he  dropped  it  in  a  flowerpot  in  the  parlour. 

Young  now  laid  an  information  before  the  privy  council ;  and 
May  7,  1692,  the  bishop  was  arrested,  and  kept  at  a  messenger's 
under  a  strict  guard  eleven  days.  His  house  was  searched,  and 
directions  were  given  that  the  flowerpots  should  be  inspected. 
The  messengers,  however,  missed  the  room  in  which  the  paper 
was  left.  Blackhead  went  therefore  a  third  time  ;  and  finding 
his  paper  where  he  had  left  it,  brought  it  away. 


UJ.-E  OF  SPRAT. 

The  bishop,  having  been  enlarged,  was,  on  June  the  10th.  and 
13th.  examined  again  before  the  privy  council,  and  confronted 
with  his  accusers.  Young  persisted,  with  the  most  obdurate 
impudence,  against  the  strongest  evidence  ;  but  the  resolution 
of  Blackhead  by  degrees  gave  way.  There  remained  at  last  no 
doubt  of  the  bishop's  innocence,  who,  with  great  prudence  and 
diligence,  traced  the  progress,  and  detected  the  characters  of  the 
two  informers,  and  published  an  account  of  his  own  examination 
and  deliverance  ;  which  made  such  an  impression  upon  him, 
that  he  commemorated  it  through  life  by  a  yearly  day  of  thanks- 
giving. 

With  what  hope,  or  what  interest,  the  villains  had  contrived 
an  accusation  which  they  must  know  themselves  utterly  unable 
to  prove,  was  never  discovered. 

After  this,  he  passed  his  days  in  the  quiet  exercise  of  his  func- 
tion. When  the  cause  of  Sacheverell  put  the  public  in  commo- 
tion, he  honestly  appeared  among  the  friends  of  the  church.  He 
lived  to  his  seventy  ninth  year,  and  died  May  20,  1713. 

Burnet  is  not  very  favourable  to  his  memory  ;  but  he  and  Bur- 
net  were  old  rivals.  On  some  public  occasion  they  both  preach' 
ed  before  the  house  of  commons.  There  prevailed  in  those  days 
an  indecent  custom  ;  when  the  preacher  touched  any  favourite 
topic  in  a  manner  that  delighted  his  audience,  their  approbation 
was  expressed  by  a  loud  hum  continued  in  proportion  to  their 
zeal  or  pleasure.  When  Burnet  preached,  part  of  his  congre- 
gation hummed  so  loudly  and  so  long,  that  he  sat  dowu  to  enjoy 
it,  and  rubbed  his  face  with  his  handkerchief.  When  Sprat 
preached,  he  likewise  was  honoured  with  the  like  animating  hum  ; 
but  he  stretched  out  his  hand  to  the  congregation,  and  cried, 
<(  Peace,  peace,  I  pray  you,  peace." 

This  1  was  told  in  my  youth  by  my  father,  an  old  man,  who 
had  been  no  careless  observer  of  the  passages  of  those  times. 

Burnct's  sermon,  says  Salmon,  was  remarkable  for  sedition, 
and  Sprat's  for  loyalty.  Burnet  had  the  thanks  of  the  house  ; 
Sprat  had  no  thanks,  but  a  good  living  from  the  king  ;  which,  he 
said,  was  of  as  much  value  as  the  thanks  of  the  commons. 

The  works  of  Sprat,  besides  his  few  poems,  are,  The  History 
of  the  Royal  Society,  The  Life  of  Covvley,  The  Answer  to  Sor- 
biere,  The  History  of  the  Ryehouse  Plot,  The  Relation  of  bis 


LIFE  OF  SPRAT.  351 

own  Examination,  and  a  volume  of  sermons.  I  have  heard  it 
observed,  with  great  justness,  that  every  book  is  of  a  different 
kind,  and  that  each  has  its  distinct  and  charade ristical  excel- 
lence. 

My  business  is  only  with  his  poems.  He  considered  Cowlcy 
as  a  model ;  and  supposed  that,  as  he  was  imitated,  perfection 
was  approached.  Nothing,  therefore,  but  Pindaric  liberty  was 
to  be  expected.  There  is  in  his  few  productions  no  want  of 
such  conceits  as  he  thought  excellent;  and  of  those  our  judg- 
ment may  be  settled  by  the  first  that  appears  in  his  praise  of 
Cromwell,  where  he  says,  that  Cromwell's  "  fame,  like  man, 
grow  white  as  it  grows  old." 


HALIFAX. 


A  HE  life  of  the  earl  of  Halifax  was  properly  that  of  an  artful 
and  active  statesman,  employed  in  balancing  parties,  contriving 
expedients,  and  combating  opposition,  and  exposed  to  the  vicis- 
situdes of  advancement  and  degradation  ;  but  in  this  collection, 
poetical  merit  is  the  claim  to  attention  ;  and  the  account  which 
is  here  to  be  expected  may  properly  be  proportioned  not  to  his 
influence  in  the  state,  but  to  his  rank  among  the  writers  of  verse, 

Charles  Montague  was  born  April  16,  1661,  at  Horton,  in 
Northamptonshire,  the  son  of  Mr.  George  Montague,  a  younger 
son  of  the  earl  of  Manchester.  He  was  educated  first  in  the 
country,  and  then  removed  to  Westminster  ;  where,  in  1677,  he 
was  chosen  a  king's  scholar,  and  recommended  himself  to  Busby 
by  his  felicity  in  extemporary  epigrams.  He  contracted  a  very 
intimate  friendship  with  Mr.  Stepney  ;  and,  in  1682,  when  Step- 
ney was  elected  at  Cambridge,  the  election  of  Montague  being 
not  to  proceed  till  the  year  following,  he  was  afraid  lest  by  being 
placed  at  Oxford  he  might  be  separated  from  his  companion, 
and  therefore  solicited  to  be  removed  to  Cambridge,  without 
wailing  for  the  advantages  of  another  year. 

It  seems  indeed  time  to  wish  for  a  removal ;  for  he  was  al- 
ready a  schoolboy  of  one  and  twenty. 

His  relation,  Dr.  Montague,  was  then  master  of  the  college 
in  which  he  was  placed  a  fellow  commoner,  and  took  him  under 
his  particular  care.  Here  he  commenced  an  acquaintance  with 
the  great  Newton,  which  continued  through  his  life,  and  was  a<: 
last  attested  by  a  legacy. 

In  1685,  his  verses  on  the  death  of  king  Charles  made  such 
an  impression  on  the  earl  of  Dorset,  that  he  was  invited  to  town, 
and  introduced  by  that  universal  patron  to  the  other  wits.  In 
1687,  he  joined  with  Prior  in  The  City  JHousc  and  Country 
Mouse-)  a  burlesque  of  Dn  den's  Hind  and  Panther.  He 


354-  LIFi;  OF  HALIFAX 

the  invitation  to  the  prince  of  Orange,  and  sat  in  the  convention, 
He  about  the  same  time  married  the  countess  dowager  of 
Manchester,  and  intended  to  have  taken  orders ;  but  afterward 
altering  his  purpose,  he  purchased  for  fifteen  hundred  pounds, 
the  place  of  one  of  the  clerks  of  the  council. 

After  he  had  written  his  epistle  on  the  victory  of  the  Boyne, 
his  patron  Dorset  introduced  him  to  king  William,  witn  this  ex- 
pression ;  "  Sir,  I  have  brought  a  mouse  to  wait  on  your  majesty." 
To  which  the  king  is  said  to  have  replied,  "  You  do  well  to  put  me 
in  the  way  of  making  a  wan  of  him  ;"  and  ordered  him  a  pension 
of  five  hundred  pounds.  This  story,  however  current,  seems  to 
have  been  made  after  the  event.  The  king's  answer  implies  a 
greater  acquaintance  with  our  proverbial  and  familiar  diction 
than  king  William  could  possibly  have  attained. 

In  1691,  being  member  of  the  house  of  commons,  he  argued 
warmly  in  favour  of  a  law  to  grant  the  assistance  of  counsel  in 
trials  for  high  treason  ;  and,  in  the  midst  of  his  speech,  falling  into 
some  confusion,  was  for  a  while  silent ;  but,  recovering  himself, 
observed,  "  how  reasonable  it  was  to  allow  counsel  to  men  called 
as  criminals  before  a  court  of  justice,  when  it  appeared  how 
much  the  presence  of  that  assembly  could  disconcert  one  of 
their  own  body."* 

After  this  he  rose  fast  into  honours  and  employments,  being 
made  one  of  the  commissioners  of  the  treasury,  and  called  to  the 
privy  council.  In  1694,  he  became  chancellor  of  the  exche- 
quer ;  and  the  next  year  engaged  in  the  great  attempt  of  the  re- 
coinage,  which  was  in  two  years  happily  completed.  In  1 696,  he 
projected  the  general  fund,  and  raised  the  credit  of  the  exche- 
quer ;  and,  after  inquiry  concerning  a  grant  of  Irish  crown  lands, 
it  was  determined  by  a  vote  of  the  commons,  that  Charles  Mon- 
tague, esquire,  had  deserved  his  majesty's  favour.  In  1 698,  being 

Mr.  Reed  observes  that  this  anecdote  is  related  by  Mr.  Walpole,  in  his 
Catalogue  of  royal  and  noble  authors,  of  the  earl  of  Shaftesbury,  author  of 
the  Characteristics,  but  it  appears  to  me  to  be  a  mistake,  if  we  are  to 
understand  that  the  words  were  spoken  by  Shaftesbury  at  this  time,  when  he 
had  no  scat  in  the  house  of  commons  ;  nor  did  the  bill  pass  at  this  time, 
being  thrown  out  by  the  house  of  lords.  It  became  a  law  in  the  7th.  Wil- 
liam, when  Halifax  and  Shaftesbury  both  had  seats.  The  editors  of  the  Biog- 
raphia  Uritannica  adopt  Mr.  "Walpolc's  story,  but  they  are  not  speaking  Of 
this  period.  The  story  first  appeared  in  the  life  of  lord  Halifax,  published 
in  1715.  C. 


LIFE  OF  HALIFAX.  355 

advanced  to  the  first  commission  of  the  treasury,  he  was  appoint- 
ed one  of  the  regency  in  the  king's  absence  ;  the  next  year  he 
was  made  auditor  of  the  exchequer,  and  the  year  after  created 
baron  Halifax.  He  was  however  impeached  by  the  commons  ; 
but  the  articles  were  dismissed  by  the  lords. 

At  the  accession  of  queen  Anne  he  was  dismissed  from  the 
council ;  and  in  the  first  parliament  of  her  reign  was  again  at- 
tacked by  the  commons,  and  again  escaped  by  the  protection  of 
the  lords.  In  1704,  he  wrote  an  answer  to  Bromley's  speech 
against  occasional  conformity.  He  headed  the  inquiry  into  the 
danger  of  the  church.  In  1706,  he  proposed  and  negotiated  the 
union  with  Scotland ;  and  when  the  elector  cf  Hanover  had  re- 
ceived the  garter,  after  the  act  had  passed  for  securing  the  pro- 
testant  succession,  he  was  appointed  to  carry  the  ensigns  of  the 
order  to  the  electoral  court.  He  sat  as  one  of  the  judges  of 
Sacheverell ;  but  voted  for  a  mild  sentence.  Being  now  no  lon- 
ger in  favour,  he  contrived  to  obtain  a  writ  for  summoning  the 
electoral  prince  to  parliament  as  duke  of  Cambridge. 

At  the  queen's  death  he  was  appointed  one  of  the  regents  ; 
and  at  the  accession  of  George  the  first  was  made  earl  of  Hali- 
fax, knight  of  the  garter,  a:id  Erst  commissioner  of  the  treas- 
ury, with  a  grant  to  his  nephew  of  the  reversion  of  the  auditor- 
ship  of  the  exchequer.  More  was  not  to  be  had,  and  this  he 
kept  but  a  little  while  ;  for,  on  -:he  19th.  of  May,  1715,  he  died 
•of  an  inflammation  of  his  lungs. 

Of  him,  who  from  a  poet  became  a  patron  of  poets,  it  v-ill  be 
readily  believed  that  the  works  would  not  miss  of  celebration. 
Addison  began  to  praise  him  early,  und  was  followed  or  accom- 
panied by  other  poets  ;  perhaps  by  almost  all,  except  Swift 
and  Pope,  who  forbore  to  flatter  him  in  his  life,  and  after  his 
death  spoke  of  him,  Swift  with  slight  censure,  and  Pope  in  the 
character  of  Bufo  with  acrimonious  contempt. 

He  was,  as  Pope  says,  "  fed  with  dedications ;"  for  Tickell 
affirms  that  no  dedicator  was  unrewarded.  To  charge  all  un- 
merited praise  with  the  guilt  of  flattery,  and  to  suppose  that  the 
encomiast  always  knows  and  feels  the  falsehood  of  his  assertions, 
is  surely  to  discover  great  ignorance  of  human  nature  and  human 
life.  In  determinations  depending  not  on  rules,  but  on  expe- 
rience and  comparison,  judgment,  is  always  in  some  dccrrcr 

vol..  i.  4* 


356  LIFE  OF  HALIFAX. 

subject  to  affectation.  Very  near  to  admiration  is  the  wish  to 
admire. 

Every  man  willingly  gives  value  to  the  praise  which  he  receives, 
and  considers  the  sentence  passed  in  his  favour  as  the  sentence  of 
discernment.  We  admire  in  a  friend  that  understanding  which 
selected  us  for  confidence  ;  we  admire  more,  in  a  patron,  that 
judgment  which,  instead  of  scattering  bounty  indiscriminately, 
directed  it  10  us  ;  and,  if  the  patron  be  an  author,  those  perform- 
ances which  gratitude  forbids  us  to  blame,  affection  will  easily 
dispose  us  to  exalt. 

To  these  prejudices,  hardly  culpable,  interest  adds  a  power 
always  operating,  though  not  always,  because  not  willingly,  per- 
ceived. The  modesty  of  praise  wears  gradually  away  ;  and  per- 
haps the  pride  of  patronage  may  be  in  time  so  increased,  that 
modest  praise  will  no  longer  please. 

Many  a  blandishment  was  practised  upon  Halifax,  which  he 
would  never  have  known,  had  he  had  no  other  attractions  than 
those  of  his  poetry,  of  which  a  short  time  has  withered  the  beau- 
ties. It  would  now  be  esteemed  no  honour,  by  a  contributor  to  the 
monthly  bundles  of  verses,  to  be  told,  that,  in  strains  either  famil- 
iaj  or  solemn,  he  sings  like  Montague. 


PARNELL. 


HE  life  of  Dr.  PARNELL  is  a  task  which  I  should  very  will- 
ingly  decline,  since  it  has  been  lately  written  by  Goldsmith,  a 
man  of  such  variety  of  powers,  and  such  felicity  of  performance, 
that  he  always  seemed  to  do  best  that  which  he  was  doing  ;  a 
man  who  had  the  art  of  being  minute  without  tediousncss,  and 
general  without  confusion  ;  whose  language  was  copious  with- 
out exuberance,  exact  without  constraint,  and  easy  without  weak- 
ness. 

What  such  an  author  has  told,  who  would  tell  again  ?  I  have 
made  an  abstract  from  his  larger  narrative ;  and  have  this  grati- 
fication from  my  attempt,  that  it  gives  me  an  opportunity  of  pay- 
ing due  tribute  to  the  memory  of  Goldsmith. 

To  }<ag  ytf>X.S  'i?l  3-atysv7»V. 

THOMAS  PARNELL  was  the  son  of  a  commonwcalthsman  of 
the  same  name,  who,  at  the  restoration,  left  Congleton  in  Chesh- 
ire, where  the  family  had  been  established  for  several  centuries, 
and,  settling  in  Ireland,  purchased  an  estate,  which,  with  his  lands 
in  Cheshire  descended  to  the  poet,  who  was  born  at  Dublin  in 
1679  ;  and,  after  the  usual  education  at  a  grammar  school,  was 
at  the  age  of  thirteen,  admitted  into  the  college,  where,  in  1700, 
he  became  master  of  arts ;  and  was  the  same  year  ordained  a 
deacon,  though  under  the  canonical  age,  by  ^  dispensation  from 
the  bishop  of  Deny. 

About  three  years  afterward  he  was  made  a  priest ;  and  in 
1705  Dr.  Ashe,  the  bishop  of  Clogher,  conferred  upon  him  the 
archdeaconry  of  Clogher.  About  the  same  time  he  married 
Mrs.  Anne  Minchin,  an  amiable  lady,  by  whom  he  had  two 
sons,  who  died  young,  and  a  daughter  who  long  survived  him. 

At  the  ejection  of  the  whigs,  in  the  end  of  queen  Anne's  reign, 
Parnell  was  persuaded  to  change  his  party,  not  without  much 


358 


LIFE  OF  FARNELL. 


censure  from  those  whom  he  forsook,  and  was  received  by 
the  new  ministry  as  a  valuable  reinforcement.  When  the  earl 
of  Oxford  was  told  that  Dr.  Parnell  waited  among  the  crowd  in 
the  outer  room,  he  went,  by  the  persuasion  of  Swift,  with  his 
treasurer's  staff  in  his  hand,  to  inquire  for  him,  and  to  bid  him 
welcome  ;  and,  as  may  be  inferred  from  Pope's  dedication,  ad- 
mitted him  as  a  favourite  companion  to  his  convivial  hours,  but, 
as  it  seems  often  to  have  happened  in  those  times  to  the  favour- 
ites of  the  great,  without  attention  to  his  fortune,  which,  however, 
was  in  no  great  need  of  improvement. 

Parnell,  who  did  not  want  ambition  or  vanity,  was  desirous  to 
make  himself  conspicuous,  and  to  show  how  worthy  he  was  of 
high  preferment.  As  he  thought  himself  qualified  to  become  a 
popular  preacher,  he  displayed  his  elocution  with  great  success 
in  the  pulpits  of  London ;  but  the  queen's  death  putting  an  end  to 
his  expectations,  abated  his  diligence  ;  and  Pope  represents  him 
as  falling  from  that  time  into  intemperance  of  wine.  That  in 
his  latter  life  he  was  too  much  a  lover  of  the  bottle,  is  not  de- 
nied ;  but  I  have  heard  it  imputed  to  a  cause  more  likely  to 
obtain  forgiveness  from  mankind,  the  untimely  death  of  a  darling 
son  ;  or,  as  others  tell,  the  loss  of  his  wife,  who  died,  1712,  in 
the  midst  of  his  expectations. 

He  was  now  to  derive  every  future  addition  to  his  prefer- 
ments from  his  personal  interest  with  his  private  friends,  and  he 
was  not  long  unregarded.  He  was  warmly  recommended  by 
Swift  to  archbishop  King,  who  gave  him  a  prebend  in  1713  ;  and 
in  May  1716,  presented  him  to  the  vicaiuge  of  Finglass  in  the 
diocese  of  Dublin,  worth  four  hundred  pounds  a  year.  Such 
notice  from  such  a  man  inclines  me  to  believe,  that  the  vice  of 
which  he  has  been  accused  -was  not  gross,  or  not  notorious. 

But  his  prosperity  did  not  last  long.  His  end,  whatever  was 
its  cause,  was  now  approaching.  He  enjoyed  his  preferment 
little  more  than  a  year  ;  for  in  July,  1717,  in  his  thirty  eighth 
year,  he  died  at  Chester  on  his  way  to  Ireland. 

He  seems  to  have  been  one  of  those  poets  who  take  delight 
in  writing.  He  contributed  to  the  papers  of  that  time,  and  prob- 
ably published  more  than  he  owned.  He  left  many  composi- 
tions behind  him,  of  which  Pope  selected  those  which  he  thought 
best,  and  dedicated  them  to  the  earl  of  Oxford.  Of  these  Gold- 


LIFE  OP  PARNELL.  3^9 

smith  has  given  an  opinion,  and  his  criticism  it  is  seldom  safe  to 
contradict.  He  bestows  just  praise  upon  The  rise  of  Woman,  The 
Fairy  Tale,  and  the  Pervigilium  Veneris  ;  but  has  very  properly 
remarked  that  in  The  Battle  of  Mice  and  Frogs,  the  Greek  names 
have  not  in  English  their  original  effect. 

He  tells  us,  that  The  Book  Worm  is  borrowed  from  Bcza  ; 
but  he  should  have  added,  with  modern  applications  ;  and,  when 
he  discovers  that  Gay  Bacchus  is  translated  from  dugurellun,  he 
ought  to  have  remarked  that  the  latter  part  is  purely  Parnell's. 
Another  poem,  When  Spring  comes  on,  is,  he  says,  taken  from 
the  French.  I  would  add,  that  the  description  of  Barrenness,  in 
his  verses  to  Pope,  was  borrowed  from  Secundus  ;  but  lately 
searching  for  the  passage,  which  I  had  formerly  read,  I  could 
not  find  it.  The  Night  piece  on  Death  is  indirectly  preferred  by 
Goldsmith  to  Gray's  Churchyard  ;  but,  in  my  opinion,  Gray  has 
the  advantage  of  dignity,  variety,  and  originality  of  sentiment. 
He  observes,  that  the  story  of  the  Hermit  is  in  More's  Dialogues 
and  Hoivell's  Letters,  and  supposes  it  to  have  been  originally 
Arabian. 

Goldsmith  has  not  taken  any  notice  of  the  Elegy  to  the  old  Beau- 
ty, which  is  perhaps  the  meanest  ;  nor  of  the  Allegory  on  Man^ 
the  happiest  of  Purnell's  performances  ;  the  hint  of  the  Hymn  to 
Contentment  I  suspect  to  have  been  borrowed  from  Cleiveland. 

The  general  character  of  Parnell  is  not  great  extent  of  com- 
prehension, or  fertility  of  mind.  Of  the  little  that  appears  still 
less  is  his  own.  His  praise  must  be  derived  from  the  easy  sweet- 
ness of  his  diction  ;  in  his  verses  there  is  more  happiness  than 
pains  ;  he  is  sprightly  without  effort,  and  always  delights,  though 
he  never  ravishes  ;  every  thing  is  proper,  yet  every  thing  seems 
casual.  If  there  is  some  appearance  of  elaboration  in  the  Her- 
mit, the  narrative,  as  it  is  less*  airy,  is  less  pleasing.  Of  his 
other  compositions  it  is  impossible  to  say  whether  they  are  the 
productions  of  nature,  so  excellent  as  not  to  want  the  help  of 
art,  or  of  art  so  refined  as  to  resemble  nature. 

This  criticism  relates  only  to  the  pieces  published  by  Pope. 
Of  the  large  appendages  which  I  find  in  the  last  edition,  I  can 
only  say,  that  I  know  not  whence  they  came,  nor  have  ever  in- 
quired whither  they  are  going.  They  stand  upon  the  faith  of 

the  compilers. 

*  Dr.  "Wjir'on  ^sks,  "  l™*  than  Mint   "    F.. 


GARTH. 


SAMUEL  GARTH  was  of  a  good  family  in  Yorkshire,  and 
from  some  school  in  his  own  country  became  a  student  at  Peter- 
house  in  Cambridge,  where  he  resided  till  he  became  doctor  of 
physic  on  July  the  7th.  169 1.  He  was  examined  before  the  col- 
lege at  Lo.ndon  on  March  the  12th.  1692,  and  admitted  fellow, 
July  26th.  1693.  He  was  soon  so  much  distinguished,  by  his 
conversation  and  accomplishments,  as  to  obtain  very  extensive 
practice  ;  and,  if  a  pamphlet  of  those  times  may  be  credited,  had 
the  favour  and  confidence  of  one  party,  as  Radcliffe  had  of  the 
other. 

He  is  always  mentioned  as  a  man  of  benevolence  ;  and  it  is 
just  to  suppose  that  his  desire  of  helping  the  helpless,  disposed 
him  to  so  much  zeal  for  the  Dispensary  ;  an  undertaking,  of 
which  some  account,  however  short,  is  proper  to  be  given. 

Whether  what  Temple  says  be  true,  that  physicians  have  had 
more  learning  than  the  other  faculties,  I  will  not  stay  to  inquire  ; 
but,  I  believe,  every  man  has  found  in  physicians  great  liberality 
and  dignity  of  sentiment,  very  prompt  effusion  of  beneficence* 
and  willingness  to  exert  a  lucrative  art  where  there  is  no  hope 
of  lucre.  Agreeably  to  this  character,  the  college  of  physicians, 
in  July  1687,  published  an  edict,  requiring  all  the  fellows,  candi- 
dates, and  licentiates,  to  give  gratuitous  advice  to  the  neighbour- 
ing poor. 

This  edict  was  sent  to  the  court  of  aldermen  ;  and,  a  question 
being  made  to  whom  the  appellation  of  the  poor  should  be  ex- 
tended, the  college  answered,  that  it  should  be  sufficient  to  bring 
a  testimonial  from  the  clergyman  officiating  in  the  parish  where 
the  patient  resided. 

After  a  year's  experience,  the  physicians  found  their  charm 
frustrated  by  some  malignant  opposition,  and  made  to  a  great  de- 
gree vain  by  the  high  price  of  physic  ;  they  therefore  voted,  in 


LIFE  OF  GARTH 

August,  1688,  thai  the  laboratory  of  the  college  should  be  ac- 
commodated to  the  preparation  of  medicines,  and  another  room 
prepared  for  their  reception  ;  and  that  the  contributors  to  the 
expense  should  manage  the  charity. 

It  was  now  expected,  that  the  apothecaries  would  have  under- 
taken the  care  of  providing  medicines  ;  but  they  took  another 
course.  Thinking  the  whole  design  pernicious  to  their  interest? 
they  endeavoured  to  raise  a  faction  against  it  in  the  college,  and 
found  some  physicians  mean  enough  to  solicit  their  patronage,  by 
betraying  to  them  the  counsels  of  the  college.  The  greater 
part,  however,  enforced  by  a  new  edict,  in  1694,  the  former  or- 
der of  1687,  and  sent  it  to  the  mayor  and  aldermen,  who  appoint- 
ed a  committee  to  treat  with  the  college,  and  settle  the  mode  of 
administering  the  charity. 

It  was  desired  by  the  aldermen,  that  the  testimonials  of  church- 
wardens and  overseers  should  be  admitted  ;  and  that  all  hired 
servants,  and  all  apprentices  to  handicraftsmen,  should  be  con- 
sidered as/joc?*.  This  likewise  was  granted  by  the  college. 

It  was  then  considered  who  should  distribute  the  medicines, 
and  who  should  settle  their  prices.  The  physicians  procured 
some  apothecaries  to  undertake  the  dispensation,  and  offered  that 
the  warden  and  company  of  the  apothecaries  should  adjust  the 
price.  This  offer  was  rejected  ;  and  the  apothecaries  who  had 
engaged  to  assist  the  charity  were  considered  as  traitors  to  the 
company,  threatened  with  the  imposition  of  troublesome  offices, 
and  deterred  from  the  performance  of  their  engagements.  The 
apothecaries  ventured  upon  public  opposition,  and  presented  a 
kind  of  remonstrance  against  the  design  to  the  committee  of  the 
city,  which  the  physicians  condescended  to  confute  ;  and  at  last 
the  traders  seem  to  have  prevailed  among  the  sons  of  trade  ;  for 
the  proposal  of  the  college  having  been  considered,  a  paper  of 
^approbation  was  drawn  up,  but  postponed  and  forgotten. 

The  physicians  still  persisted  ;  and  in  1696  a  subscription  was 
raised  by  themselves,  according  to  an  agreement  prefixed  to  the 
dispensary.  The  poor  were,  for  a  time,  supplied  with  medicine  ; 
for  how  long  a  time,  I  know  not.  The  medicinal  charity,  like 
others,  began  with  ardour,  but  soon  remitted,  and  at  last  died 
gradually  away. 


LIFE  OF  GARTH.  363 

About  the  time  of  the  subscription  begins  the  action  of  The 
Bisflensary.  The  poem,  as  its  subject  was  present  and  popular, 
co-operated  with  the  passions  and  prejudices  then  prevalent,  and, 
with  sucli  auxiliaries  to  its  intrinsic  merit,  was  universally  and 
liberally  applauded.  It  was  on  the  side  of  charity  against  the 
intrigues  of  interest,  and  of  regular  learning  against  licentious 
usurpation  of  medical  authority,  and  was  therefore  naturally  fa- 
voured by  those  who  read  and  can  judge  of  poetry. 

In  !  697,  Garth  spoke  that  which  is  now  called  the  flarveia?i 
oration  ;  which  the  authors  of  the  Biographia  mention  with  more 
praise  than  the  passage  quoted  in  their  notes  will  fully  justify. 
Garth,  speaking-  of  the  mischief  done  by  quacks,  has  these  ex- 
pressions ;  "  Non  tamen  telis  vulnerat  ista  agyrtarum  colluvies, 
sec!  theriaca  quaxlam  magis  perniciosa,  non  pyrio,  sed  pulvere 
nescio  quo  exotico  certat,  non  globulis  plumbeis,  sed  pilulis  seque 
lethalibus  interftcit."  This  was  certainly  thought  fine  by  the 
author,  and  is  still  admired  by  his  biographer.  In  October,  1702, 
he  became  one  of  the  censors  of  the  college. 

Garth,  being  an  active  and  zealous  whig,  was  a  member  of  the 
kit  cat  club,  and,  by  consequence,  familiarly  known  to  all  the 
great  men  of  that  denomination.  In  1710,  when  the  government 
fell  into  other  hands,  he  writ  to  lord  Godolphin,  on  his  dismis- 
sion, a  short  poem,  which  was  criticised  in  the  Examiner,  and 
so  successfully  either  defended  or  excused  by  Mr.  Addiscn,  that, 
for  the  sake  of  the  vindication,  it  ought  to  be  preserved. 

At  the  accession  of  the  present  family  his  merits  were  ac- 
knowledged and  rewarded.  He  was  knighted  with  the  sword  of 
his  hero,  Marlborough ;  and  was  made  physician  in  ordinary  to 
the  king,  and  physician  general  to  the  army. 

He  then  undertook  an  edition  of  Ovid's  Metamorphoses,  trans- 
lated by  several  hands,  which  he  recommended  by  a  preface, 
written  with  more  ostentation  than  ability ;  his  notions  are  half 
formed,  and  his  materials  immethodically  confused.  This  was  his 
last  work.  He  died,  Jan.  18,  17 17-18,  and  was  buried  at  Harrow 
on  the  hill. 

His  personal  character  seems  to  have  been  social  and  liberal. 
He  communicated  himself  through  a  very  wide  extent  of  ac- 
quaintance ;  and  though  firm  in  a  party,  at  a  time  when  firm- 
ness included  virulence,  yet  he  imparted  .his  kindness  to  those 

'•OI-.  7.  " 


LIFE  OF  GARTH. 

who  were  not  supposed  to  favour  his  principles.  He  was  an  early 
cncourager  of  Pope,  and  was  at  once  the  friend  of  Addison  and 
of  Granville.  He  is  accused  of  voluptuousness  and  irreligion  ; 
and  Pope,  who  says,  "  that  if  ever  there  was  a  good  Christian, 
without  knowing  himself  to  be  so,  it  was  Dr.  Garth,"  seems  not 
able  to  deny  what  he  is  angry  to  hear,  and  loth  to  confess. 

Pope  afterward  declared  himself  convinced,  that  Garth  died  in 
the  communion  of  the  church  of  Rome,  having  been  privately 
reconciled.  It  is  observed  by  Lowth,  that  there  is  less  distance 
than  is  thought  between  scepticism  and  popery  ;  and  that  a  mind, 
wearied  with  perpetual  doubt,  willingly  seeks  repose  in  the  bosom 
of  an  infallible  church. 

His  poetry  has  been  praised  at  least  equally  to  its  merit.  In 
The  Dispensary  there  is  a  strain  of  smooth  and  free  versification  ; 
but  few  lines  are  eminently  elegant.  No  passages  fall  below 
mediocrity,  and  few  rise  much  above  it.  The  plan  seems  form- 
ed without  just  proportion  to  the  subject ;  the  means  and  end 
have  no  necessary  connection.  Resnel^  in  his  preface  to  Po/ie's 
Essay,  remarks,  that  Garth  exhibits  no  discrimination  of  char- 
acters ;  and  that  what  any  one  says  might,  with  equal  propriety, 
have  been  said  by  another.  The  general  design  is,  perhaps,  open 
to  criticism ;  but  the  composition  can  seldom  be  charged  with 
inaccuracy  or  negligence.  The  author  never  slumbers  in  self 
indulgence  ;  his  full  vigour  is  always  exerted  ;  scarcely  a  line  is 
left  unfinished  ;  nor  is  it  easy  to  find  an  expression  used  by  con- 
straint, or  a  thought  imperfectly  expressed.  It  was  remarked  by 
Pope,  that  The  Dispensary  had  been  corrected  in  every  edition, 
and  that  every  change  was  an  improvement.  It  appears,  how- 
ever, to  want  something  of  poetical  ardour,  and  something  of 
general  delectation  ;  and  therefore,  since  it  has  been  no  longer 
supported  by  accidental  and  extrinsic  popularity,  it  has  been 
scarcely  able  to  support  itself. 


ROWE. 


NICHOLAS  ROWE  was  born  at  Little  Beckford,  in  Bedforcu 
shire,  in  1673.  His  family  had  long  possessed  a  considerable 
estate,  with  a  good  house,  at  Lambertoun  in  Devonshire.*  His 
ancestor  from  whom  he  descended  in  a  direct  line  received 
the  arms  borne  by  his  descendants  for  his  bravery  in  the  holy 
war.  His  father,  John  Rowe,  who  was  the  first  that  quitted  his 
paternal  acres  to  practise  any  art  of  profit,  professed  the  law., 
and  published  Benlow's  and  Dallison's  Reports  in  the  reign  of 
James  the  second,  when,  in  opposition  to  the  notions  then  dili- 
gently propagated,  of  dispensing  power,  he  ventured  to  remark 
how  low  his  authors  rated  the  prerogative.  He  was  made  a  ser- 
geant, and  died,  April  305  1692.  He  was  bin  led  in  the  Temple, 
church. 

Nicholas  was  first  sent  to  a  private  school  at  Highgate  ;  and, 
being  afterward  removed  to  Westminster,  was  at  twelve  yearsf 
chosen  one  of  the  king's  scholars.  His  master  was  Busby,  who 
suffered  none  of  his  scholars  to  let  their  powers  lie  useless  ;  and 
his  exercises  in  several  languages  are  said  to  have  been  written 
•with  uncommon  degrees  of  excellence,  and  yet  to  have  cost  him 

very  little  labour. 

At  sixteen  he  had,  in  his  father's  opinion,  made  advances  in 
learning  sufficient  to  qualify  him  for  the  study  of  law,  and  was 
entered  a  student  of  the  middle  temple,  where  for  some  time 
he  read  statutes  and  reports  with  proficiency  proportionate  to  the 
force  of  his  mind,  which  was  already  such  that  he  endeavoured 
to  comprehend  law,  not  as  a  series  of  precedents,  or  collection 
of  positive  precepts,  but  as  a  system  of  rational  government,  ano 
impartial  justice. 

*  In  the  Villarc,  Lamerton.    Grig.  Edit, 
tile  was  not  elected  till  1088.    N 


366  LIFE  OF  ROWE. 

When  he  was  nineteen,  he  was,  by  the  death  of  his  lather, 
left  more  to  his  own  direction,  and  probably  from  that  time  suf- 
fered law  gradually  to  give  way  to  poetry.  At  twenty  five  he 
produced  The  Ambitious  Stcfi  Mother,  which  was  received  with 
so  much  favour,  that  he  devoted  himself  from  that  time  wholly 
to  elegant  literature. 

His  next  tragedy,  1702,  was  Tamerlane,  in  which,  under  the 
name  of  Tamerlane,  he  intended  to  characterize  king  W  illiam, 
and  Lewis  the  fourteenth  under  that  of  Bajazet.  The  virtues 
of  Tamerlane  seem  to  have  been  arbitrarily  assigned  him  by  his 
poet,  for  I  know  not  that  history  gives  any  other  qualities  than 
those  which  make  a  conqueror.  The  fashion,  however,  of  the 
time  was,  to  accumulate  upon  Lewis  all  that  can  raise  horror  and 
detestation  ;  and  whatever  good  was  withheld  from  him,  that  it 
might  not  be  thrown  away,  Avas  bestowed  upon  king  William. 

This  was  the  tragedy  which  Rowe  valued  most,  and  that  which 
probably,  by  the  help  of  political  auxiliaries,  excited  most  ap- 
plause ;  but  occasional  poetry  must  often  content  itself  with  occa- 
sional praise.  Tamerlane  has  for  a  long  time  been  acted  only 
once  a  year,  on  the  night  when  king  William  landed.  Our  quar- 
rel with  Lewis  has  been  long  over  ;  and  it  now  gratifies  neither 
zeal  nor  malice  to  see  him  painted  with  aggravated  features, 
like  a  Saracen  upon  a  sign. 

The  Fair  Penitent,  his  next  production,  1703,  is  one  of  the 
most  pleasing  tragedies  on  the  stage,  where  it  still  keeps  its 
turns  of  appearing,  and  probably  will  long  keep  them,  for  there 
is  scarcely  any  work  of  any  poet  at  once  so  interesting  by  the 
fable,  and  so  delightful  by  the  language.  The  story  is  domestic, 
and  therefore  easily  received  by  the  imagination,  and  assimilated 
to  common  life  ;  the  diction  is  exquisitely  harmonious,  and  soft 
or  sprightly  as  occasion  requires. 

The  character  of  Lothario  seems  to  have  been  expanded  by 
Richardson  into  Lovelace  ;  but  he  has  excelled  his  original  iu 
the  moral  effect  of  the  fiction.  Lothario,  r.'itb  gaiety  which  can- 
not be  hated,  and  bravery  which  cannot  be  despised,  retains  too 
much  of  the  spectator's  kindness.  It  was  in  the  power  of  Rich- 
ardson alone  to  teach  us  at  once  esteem  and  detestation,  to  make 
virtuous  resentment  overpower  all  the  benevolence  which  wit, 
elegance,  and  courage,  naturally  excite  ;  and  to  lose  at  last,  the 
hero  in  the  villain. 


LIFE  OF  HOWE.  3G7 

The  fifth  act  is  not  equal  to  the  former  ;  the  events  of  the 
drama  are  exhausted,  and  little  remains  but  to  talk  of  what  is 
past,  It  has  been  observed,  that  the  title  of  the  play  does  not 
sufficiently  correspond  with  the  behaviour  of  Calista,  who  at  last 
shows  no  evident  signs  of  repentance,  but  may  be  reasonably 
suspected  of  feeling  pain  from  detection  rather  than  from  guilt, 
and  expresses  more  shame  than  sorrow,  and  more  rage  than 
shame. 

His  next,  1706,  was  Ulysses;  which,  with  the  common  fate 
of  mythological  stories,  is  now  generally  neglected.  We  have 
been  too  early  acquainted  with  the  poetical  heroes,  to  expect  any 
pleasure  from  their  revival  ;  to  show  them,  as  they  have  already 
been  shown,  is  to  disgust  by  repetition  ;  to  give  them  new  qual- 
ities, or  new  adventures,  is  to  offend  by  violating  received  notions. 

The  Royal  Convert,  1708,  seems  to  have  a  better  claim  to  lon- 
gevity. The  fuble  is  drawn  from  an  obscure  and  barbarous  age, 
to  which  fictions  are  more  easily  and  properly  adapted  ;  for  \vhcn 
objects  are  imperfectly  seen,  they  easily  take  forms  from  imagi- 
nation. The  scene  lies  among  our  ancestors  in  our  own  country, 
and  therefore  very  easily  catches  attention.  Rodogunc  is  a  per- 
sonage truly  tragical,  of  high  spirit,  and  violent  passions,  great 
with  tempestuous  dignity,  and  wicked  with  a  soul  that  would 
have  been  heroic  if  it  had  been  virtuous.  The  motto  seems  to 
tell,  that  this  play  was  not  successful. 

Rowe  does  not  always  remember  what  his  characters  require. 
In  Tamerlane  there  is  some  ridiculous  mention  of  the  god  of 
love  ;  and  Rodogune,  a  savage  Saxon,  talks  of  Venus,  and  the 
eagle  that  bears  the  thunder  of  Jupiter. 

This  play  discovers  its  own  date,  by  a  prediction  of  the  union, 
in  imitation  of  Cranmer's  prophetic  promises  to  Henry  (he  eighth, 
The  anticipated  blessings  of  union  are  not  very  naturally  intro- 
duced, nor  very  happily  expressed. 

lie  once,  1706,  tried  to  change  his  hand.  He  ventured  on  a 
comedy,  and  produced  The  Biter  ;  with  which,  though  it  was 
unfavourably  treated  by  the  audience,  he  was  himself  delighted  ; 
for  he  is  said  to  have  sat  in  the  house  laughing  with  great  vehe- 
mence, whenever  he  had,  in  his  own  opinion  produced  a  jest 
But,  finding  that  he  and  the  public  had  no  sympathy  of  mirth, 
he  tried  at  lighter  scenes  no  more. 


368  LIFE  OF  ROWE. 

After  the  Royal  Convert,  1714,  appeared  Jane  Shore,  written, 
as  its  author  professes,  m  imitation  of  Shakes/ieare'x  style.     In 
what  he  thought  himself  an  imitator  of  Shakespeare,  it  is  not 
easy  to  conceive.     The    numbers,  the  diction,  the  sentiments, 
and  the  conduct,  every  thing  in  which  imitation  can  consist,  are 
remote  in  the  utmost  degree  from  the  manner  of  Shakespeare, 
whose  dramas  it  resembles  only  as  it  is  an  English  story,  and  as 
some  of  the  persons  have  their  names  in  history.     Thii>  play, 
consisting  chiefly  of  domestic  scenes  and  private  distress,  lays 
hold  upon  the  heart.     The  wife  is  forgiven  because  she  repents, 
and  the  husband  is  honoured  because  he  forgives.     This,  there- 
fore, is  one  of  those  pieces  which  we  still  welcome  on  the  stage. 

His  last  tragedy,  1715,  was  lady  Jane  Grey.  This  subject 
had  been  chosen  by  Mr.  Smith,  whose  papers  were  put  into 
Rowe's  hands  such  as  he  describes  them  in  his  preface.  This  play 
likewise  has  sunk  into  oblivion.  From  this  time  he  gave  noth- 
ing more  to  the  stage. 

Being  by  a  competent  fortune  exempted  from  any  necessity 
of  combating  his  inclination,  he  never  wrote  in  distress,  and 
therefore  does  not  appear  to  have  ever  written  in  haste.  His 
works  were  finished  to  his  own  approbation,  and  bear  few  marks 
of  negligence  or  hurry.  It  is  remarkable,  that  his  prologues  and 
epilogues  are  all  his  own,  though  he  sometimes  supplied  others  j 
he  afforded  help,  but  did  not  solicit  it. 

As  his  studies  necessarily  made  him  acquainted  with  Shake- 
speare, and  acquaintance  produced  veneration,  he  undertook,  1709, 
an  edition  of  his  works,  from  which  he  neither  received  much 
praise,  nor  seems  to  have  expected  it ;  yet,  I  believe,  those  who 
compare  it  with  former  copies,  will  find  that  he  has  done  more 
than  he  promised  ;  and  that,  without  the  pomp  of  notes  or  boasts 
of  criticism,  many  passages  are  happily  restored.  He  prefixed 
a  life  of  the  author,  such  as  tradition,  then  almost  expiring,  could 
supply,  and  a  preface,  *  which  cannot  be  said  to  discover  m/,.  jh 
profundity  or  penetration.  He  at  least  contributed  to  the  popu- 
larity of  his  author. 

He  was  willing  enough  to  improve  his  fortune  by  other  arts 
than  poetry.     He  was  undersecretary  for  three  years  when  the 

*  Mr.  ROAVC'S  preface,  however,  is  not  distinct,  as  it  might  be  suppose^ 
from  this  passage,  from  the  life.    R. 


LIFE  OF  ROWE.  369 

duke  of  Queensbury  was  secretary  of  state,  and  afterward  applied 
to  the  earl  of  Oxford  for  some  public  employment.*  Oxford 
enjoined  him  to  study  Spanish  ;  and  when,  some  time  afterward, 
he  came  again,  and  said  that  he  had  mastered  it,  dismissed  him 
with  this  congratulation,  "  Then,  sir,  I  envy  you  the  pleasure  of 
reading  Don  Quixote  in  the  original." 

This  story  is  sufficiently  attested  ;  but  why  Oxford,  who  de- 
sired to  be  thought,  a  favourer  of  literature,  should  thus  insult  a 
man  of  acknowledged  merit ;  or  how  Rowe,  who  was  so  keen  a 
whigf  that  he  did  not  willingly  converse  with  men  of  the  oppo- 
site party,  could  ask  preferment  from  Oxford,  it  is  not  now  pos- 
sible to  discover.  Pope,  who  told  the  story,  did  not  say  on  what 
occasion  the  advice  was  given  ;  and,  though  he  owned  Rowe's 
disappointment,  doubted  whether  any  injury  was  intended  him, 
but  thought  it  rather  lord  Oxford's  odd  way. 

It  is  likely  that  he  lived  on  discontented  through  the  rest  of 
queen  Anne's  reign ;  but  the  time  came  at  last  when  he  found 
kinder  friends.  At  the  accession  of  king  George  he  was  made 
poet  laureat ;  I  am  afraid  by  the  ejection  of  poor  Nahum  Tate, 
who,  IT  16,  died  in  the  Mint,  where  he  was  forced  to  seek  shel- 
ter by  extreme  poverty.  He  was  made  likewise  one  of  the  land 
surveyors  of  the  customs  of  the  port  of  London.  The  prince  of 
Wales  chose  him  clerk  of  his  council ;  and  the  lord  chancellor 
Parker,  as  soon  as  he  received  the  seals,  appointed  him,  unasked, 
secretary  of  the  presentations.  Such  an  accumulation  of  em- 
ployments undoubtedly  produced  a  very  considerable  revenue. 

Having  already  translated  some  parts  of  Lucan's  Pharsalia, 
which  had  been  published  in  the  miscellanies,  and  doubtless  re- 
ceived many  praises,  he  undertook  a  version  of  the  whole  work, 
which  he  lived  to  finish,  but  not  to  publish.  It  seems  to  have 
been  printed  under  the  care  of  Dr.  Wclwood,  who  prefixed  the 
author's  life,  in  which  is  contained  the  following  character. 

"  As  to  his  person,  it  was  graceful  and  well  made ;  his  face 
regular,  and  of  a  manly  beauty.  As  his  soul  was  well  lodged, 
so  its  rational  and  animal  faculties  excelled  in  a  high  degree.  He 
had  a  quick  and  fruitful  invention,  a  deep  penetration,  and  a  large 
compass  of  thought,  with  singular  dexterity  and  easiness  in  mak 

*  Spewce. 


37O  LIFE  OF  HOWE. 

ing  his  thoughts  to  be  understood.  He  was  master  of  most  parts 
of  polite  learning,  especially  the  classical  authors,  both  Greek 
and  Latin  ;  understood  the  French,  Italian,  and  Spanish  langua- 
ges ;  and  spoke  the  first  fluently,  and  the  other  two  tolerably 
well. 

"  lie  had  likewise  read  most  of  the  Greek  and  Roman  histo- 
ries in  their  original  languages,  and  most  that  are  wrote  in  Eng- 
lish, French,  Italian,  and  Spanish.  He  had  a  good  taste  in  phi- 
losophy ;  and,  baving  a  firm  impression  of  religion  upon  his  mind, 
he  took  great  delight  in  divinity  and  ecclesiastical  history,  in  both 
•which  he  made  great  advances  in  the  times  he  retired  into  the 
country,  which  were  frequent.  Pie  expressed,  on  all  occasions, 
his  full  persuasion  of  the  truth  of  revealed  religion  ;  and  being 
a  sincere  member  of  the  established  church  himself,  he  pitied, 
but  condemned  not,  those  that  dissented  from  it.  He  abhorred 
the  principles  of  persecuting  men  upon  the  account  of  their  opin- 
ions in  religion  ;  and  being  strict  in  his  own,  he  took  it  not  upon 
him  to  censure  those  of  another  persuasion.  His  conversation 
was  pleasant,  witty,  and  learned,  without  the  least  tinctu  re  of 
affectation  or  pedantry  ;  and  his  inimitable  manner  of  diverting 
and  enlivening  the  company,  made  it  impossible  for  any  one  to  be 
out  of  humour  when  he  was  in  it.  Envy  and  detraction  seemed 
to  be  entirely  foreign  to  his  constitution  ;  and  whatever  provoca- 
tions he  met  with  at  any  time,  he  passed  them  over  without  the 
least  thought  of  resentment  or  revenge.  As  Homer  had  a  Zoi- 
lus,  so  Mr,  Rowe  had  sometimes  his  ;  for  there  were  not  want- 
ing malevolent  people,  and  pretenders  to  poetry  too,  that  would 
now  and  then  bark  at  his  best  performances  ;  but  he  was  so  much 
conscious  of  his  own  genius,  and  had  so  much  good  nature  as  to 
forgive  them  ;  nor  could  he  ever  be  tempted  to  return  them  an 
answer. 

"  The  love  of  learning  and  poetry  made  him  not  the  less  fit 
for  business,  and  nobody  applied  himself  closer  to  it,  when  it  re- 
quired his  attendance.  The  late  duke  of  Queerisberry,  when  he 
\vas  secretary  of  state,  made  him  his  secretary  for  public  affairs  ; 
and  when  that  truly  great  man  came  to  know  him  well,  he  was 
never  so  pleased  as  when  Mr.  Rowe  was  in  his  company.  After 
the  duke's  death,  all  avenues  were  stopped  to  his  preferment  ; 
and  during  the  rest  of  that  reign,  he  passed  his  time  with  the 


LIFE  OF  HOWE. 

muses  and  his  books,  and  sometimes  the  conversation  of  his 
friends. 

"  When  he  had  just  got  to  be  easy  in  his  fortune,  and  was  in 
a  fair  way  to  make  it  better,  death  swept  him  away,  and  in  him 
deprived  the  world  of  one  of  the  best  men,  as  well  as  one  of  the 
best  geniuses  of  the  age.     He  died  like  a  Christian  and  a  philos- 
opher, in  charity  with  all  mankind,  and  with  an  absolute  resigna- 
tion to  the  will  of  God.     He  kept  up  his  good  humour  to  the 
last ;  and  took  leave  of  his  wife  and  friends,  immediately  before 
his  last  agony,  with  the  same  tranquillity  of  mind,  and  the  same 
indifference  for  life,  as  though  he  had  been  upon  taking  but  a  short 
journey.     He  was  twice  married  ;  first  to  a  daughter  of  Mr.  Par- 
sons, one  of  the  auditors  of  the  revenue  ;  and  afterward  to  a 
daughter  of  Mr.  Devenish,  of  a  good  family  in  Dorsetshire.    By 
the  first  he  had  a  son  ;  and  by  the- second  a  daughter,  married 
afterward  to  Mr.  Fane.     He  died  the  6th.  of  December,  1718, 
in  the  forty  fifth  year  of  his  age  ;  and  was  buried  the  nineteenth 
of  the  same  month  in  Westminster  Abbey,  in  the  aisle  where 
many  of  our  English  poets  are  interred,  over  against  Chaucer, 
his  body  being  attended  by  a  select  number  of  his  friends,  and 
the  dean  and  choir  officiating  at  the  funeral." 

To  this  character,  which  is  apparently  given  with  the  fondness 
of  a  friend,  may  be  added  the  testimony  of  Pope  ;  who  says,  in  a 
letter  to  Blount,  "  Mr.  Rowe  accompanied  me,  and  passed  a 
week  in  the  Forest.  I  need  not  tell  you  how  much  a  man  of  his 
turn  entertained  me  ;  but  I  must  acquaint  you,  there  is  a  vivac- 
ity and  gaiety  of  disposition,  almost  peculiar  to  him,  which  make 
it  impossible  to  part  from  him  without  that  uneasiness  which 
generally  succeeds  all  our  pleasure." 

Pope  has  left  behind  him  another  mention  of  his  companion, 
less  advantageous,  which  is  thus  reported  by  Dr.  Warburton. 

"  Rowe,  in  Mr.  Pope's  opinion,  maintained  a  decent  character, 
but  had  no  heart.     Mr.  Addison  was  justly  offended  with  some 
behaviour,  which  arose  from  that  want,  and  estranged  lumsel 
from  him  ;  which  Rowe  felt  very  severely.     Mr.  Pope,  their 
common  friend,  knowing  this,  took  an  opportunity,  at  some  June- 
ture  of  Mr.  Addison's  advancement,  to  tell  him  how  poor 
was  grieved  at  his  displeasure,  and  what  satisfaction  he  express- 
ed at  Mr.  Addison's  good  fortune  ;  which  he  expressed  so  n»w 


VOL.  *. 


LIFE  OF  ROWE. 

ally,  that  he,  Mr.  Pope,  could  not  but  think  him  sincere,  MF, 
Addison  replied,  '  I  do  not  suspect  that  he  feigned  ;  but  the  lev- 
ity of  his  heart  is  such,  that  he  is  struck  with  any  new  adventure  ; 
and  it  would  affect  him  just  in  the  same  manner,  if  he  heard  I 
was  going  to  be  handed.'  Mr.  Pope  said  he  could  not  deny  but 
Mr.  Addison  understood  Rowe  well." 

This  censure  time  has  not  left  us  the  power  of  confirming  or 
refuting  ;  but  observation  daily  shows,  that  much  stress  is  not  to 
be  laid  on  hyperbolical  accusations,  and  pointed  sentences,  which 
even  he  that  utters  them  desires  to  be  applauded  rather  than 
credited.  Addison  can  hardly  be  supposed  to  have  meant  all  that 
he  said.  Few  characters  can  bear  the  microscopic  scrutiny  of 
ivit  quickened  by  anger  ;  and  perhaps  the  best  advice  to  authors 
would  be,  that  they  should  keep  out  of  the  way  of  one  another. 

Rowe  is  chiefly  to  be  considered  as  a  tragic  writer  and  a  trans- 
lator. In  his  attempt  at  comedy  he  failed  so  ignominiously,  that 
his  'Biter  is  not  inserted  in  his  works  ;  and  his  occasional  poems 
and  short  compositions  are  rarely  worthy  of  either  praise  or  cen- 
sure ;  for  they  seem  the  casual  sports  of  a  mind  seeking  rather 
to  amuse  its  leisure  than  to  exercise  its  powers. 

In  the  construction  of  his  dramas,  there  is  not  much  art ;  he 
is  not  a  nice  observer  of  the  unities.  He  extends  time  and  varies 
place  as  his  convenience  requires.  To  vary  the  place  is  not,  in 
my  opinion,  any  violation  of  nature,  if  the  change  be  made  be- 
tween the  acts  ;  for  it  is  no  less  easy  for  the  spectator  to  suppose 
himself  at  Athens  in  the  second  act,  than  at  Thebes  in  the  first; 
but  to  change  the  scene,  as  is  clone  by  Rowe,  in  the  middle  of  an 
act,  is  to  add  more  acts  to  the  play,  since  an  act  is  so  much  of 
the  business  as  is  transacted  without  interruption.  Rowe,  by  this 
license,  easily  extricates  himself  from  difficulties  ;  as,  in  Jane 
Grey,  when  we  have  been  terrified  with  all  the  dreadful  pomp 
of  public  execution,  and  are  wondering  how  the  heroine  or  the 
poet  will  proceed,  no  sooner  has  Jane  pronounced  some  prophetic 
rhymes,  than,  pass  and  be  gone,  the  scene  closes,  and  Pembroke 
and  Gardiner  are  turned  out  upon  the  stage. 

I  know  not  that  there  can  be  found  in  his  plays  any  deep  search 
into  nature,  any  accurate  discriminations  of  kindred  qualities,  or 
nice  display  of  passion  in  its  progress ;  all  is  general  and  unde- 
fined. Nor  does  he  much  interest  or  affect  the  auditor,  except 


LIFE  OF  HOWE.  37 S 

m  Jane  Shore,  who  is  always  seen  and  heard  with  pity.  Alicia  is 
a  character  of  empty  noise,  with  no  resemblance  to  real  sorrow 
or  to  natural  madness. 

Whence,  then,  has  Rowe  his  reputation  ?  From  the  reasona- 
bleness and  propriety  of  some  of  his  scenes,  from  the  elegance 
of  his  diction,  and  the  suavity  of  his  verse.  He  seldom  moves 
either  pity  or  terror,  but  he  often  elevates  the  sentiments  ;  he 
seldom  pierces  the  breast,  but  he  always  delights  the  ear,  and 
often  improves  the  understanding. 

His  translation  of  the  Golden  Verses^  and  of  the  first  book  of 
Quillet's  poem,  have  nothing  in  them  remarkable.  The  Golden 
Verses  are  tedious. 

The  version  of  Lucan  is  one  of  the  greatest  productions  of 
English  poetry  ;  for  there  is  perhaps  none  that  so  completely 
exhibits  the  genius  and  spirit  of  the  original.  Lucan  is  distin- 
guished by  a  kind  of  dictatorial  or  philosophic  dignity,  rather,  as 
QuintiUan  observes,  declamatory  than  poetical ;  full  of  ambitious 
morality  and  pointed  sentences,  comprised  in  vigorous  and  ani- 
mated lines.  This  character  Rowe  has  very  diligently  and  suc- 
cessfully preserved.  His  versification,  which  is  such  as  his 
contemporaries  practised,  without  any  attempt  at  innovation  or 
improvement,  seldom  wants  either  melody  or  force.  His  au- 
thor's sense  is  sometimes  a  little  diluted  by  additional  infusions, 
and  sometimes  weakened  by  too  much  expansion.  But  such 
faults  are  to  be  expected  in  all  translations,  from  the  constraint  of 
measures  and  dissimilitude  of  languages.  *The  Pharsalia  of 
Rowe  deserves  more  notice  than  it  obtains,  and  as  it  is  more 
read  will  be  more  esteemed.* 

*  The  life  of  Rowe  is  a  very  remarkable  instance  of  die  uncommon 
strength  of  Dr.  Johnson's  memory.  When  I  received  from  him  the  MS. 
he  complacently  observed,  "that  the  criticism  was  tolerably  well  dour, 
considering  that  he  had  not  seen  Rowe's  works  for  thirtv  yeovs." 


ADDISON. 


JOSEPH  ADDISON  was  born  on  the  first  of  May,  1672,  at 
Milston,  of  which  his  father,  Lancelot  Acldison,  was  then  rector, 
near  Ambrosebury  in  Wiltshire,  and  appearing  weak  and  unlike- 
ly to  live,  he  was  christened  the  same  day.  After  the  usual  do- 
mestic education,  which,  from  the  character  of  his  father,  may  be 
reasonably  supposed  to  have  given  him  strong  impressions  of 
piety,  he  was  committed  to  the  care  of  Mr.  Naish,  at  Ambrose- 
bury,  and  afterward  of  Mr.  Taylor  at  Salisbury. 

Not  to  name  the  school  or  the  masters  of  men  illustrious  for 
literature,  is  a  kind  of  historical  fraud,  by  which  honest  fame  is 
injuriously  diminished;  I  would  therefore  trace  him  through 
the  whole  process  of  his  education.  In  1683,  in  the  beginning 
of  his  twelfth  year,  his  father,  being  made  dean  of  Lichfieid, 
naturally  carried  his  family  to  his  new  residence,  and,  I  beiieve, 
placed  him  for  some  time,  probably  not  long,  under  Mr.  Shaw, 
then  master  of  the  school  at  Lichfieid,  father  of  the  late  Dr  Pe- 
ter Shaw.  Of  this  interval  his  biographers  have  given  no  ac- 
count, and  I  know  it  only  from  a  story  of  a  barring  out,  told  me, 
when  I  was  a  boy,  by  Andrew  Corbet  of  Shropshire,  who  had 
heard  it  from  Mr.  Pigot  his  uncle. 

The  practice  of  barring  out  was  a  savage  license,  practised  in 
many  schools  to  the  end  of  the  last  century,  by  which  the  boys, 
•when  the  periodical  vacation  drew  near,  growing  petulant  at  the 
approach  of  liberty,  some  days  before  the  time  of  regular  recess, 
took  possession  of  the  school,  of  which  they  barred  the  doors,  and 
bade  their  master  defiance  from  the  windows.  It  is  not  easy  to 
suppose  that  on  such  occasions  the  master  would  do  more  than 
laugh ;  yet,  if  tradition  may  be  credited,  he  often  struggled  hard 
to  force  or  surprise  the  garrison.  The  master,  when  Pigot  \\  as 
a  schoolboy,  was  barred  out  at  Lichfieid ;  and  the  whole  opera- 
tion, as  he  said,  was  planned  and  conducted  by  Addison. 


376  LIFE  OF  ADDISCXS. 

• 

To  judge  better  of  the  probability  of  this  story,  I  have  inquir- 
ed when  he  was  sent  to  the  Chartreux  ;  but,  as  he  was  not  one 
of  those  who  enjoyed  the  founder's  benefaction,  there  is  no  ac- 
count preserved  of  his  admission.  At  the  school  of  the  Chur- 
trcux,  to  which  he  was  removed  either  from  that  of  Salisbury 
or  Lichficld,  he  pursued  his  juvenile  studies  under  the  care  of 
Dr.  Ellis,  and  contracted  that  intimacy  with  sir  Richard  Steele, 
\vhich  their  joint  labours  have  so  effectually  recorded. 

Of  this  memorable  friendship  the  greater  praise  must  be 
given  to  Steele.  It  is  not  hard  to  love  those  from  whom  nothing 
can  be  feared  ;  and  Addison  never  considered  Steele  as  a  rival > 
but  Steeie  lived,  as  he  confesses,  under  an  habitual  subjection  to 
the  predominating  genius  of  Addison,  whom  he  always  mention- 
ed with  reverence,  and  treated  with  obsequiousness. 

Addison,*  \vho  knew  his  own  dignity,  could  not  always  for- 
bear to  show  it,  by  playing  a  little  upon  his  admirer  ;  but  he  was 
in  no  danger  of  retort ;  his  jests  were  endured  without  resist- 
ance or  resentment. 

But  the  sneer  of  jocularity  was  not  the  worst.  Steele,  whose 
imprudence  of  generosity,  or  vanity  of  profusion,  kept  him 
always  incurably  necessitous,  upon  some  pressing  exigence, 
in  an  evil  hour,  borrowed  an  hundred  pounds  of  his  friend, 
probably  without  much  purpose  of  repayment ;  but  Addison, 
who  seems  to  have  had  other  notions  of  a  hundred  pounds,  grew 
impatient  of  delay,  and  reclaimed  his  loan  by  an  execution. 
Steele  felt  with  great  sensibility  the  obduracy  of  his  creditor,  but 
with  emotions  of  sorrow  rather  than  of  anger.f 

In  1687  he  was  entered  into  queen's  college  in  Oxford,  where, 
in  1 689,  the  accidental  perusal  of  some  Latin  verses  gained  him 
the  patronage  of  Dr.  Lancaster,  afterward  provost  of  queen's 
college ;  by  whose  recommendation  he  was  elected  into  Mag- 

*  Spence- 

f  This  fact  was  communicated  to  Johnson  in  my  hearing  by  a  person  of 
untiuestionable  veracity,  but  whose  name  I  am  not  at  liberty  to  mention. 
He  had  it,  as  he  told  us,  from  lady  Primrose,  to  whom  Steele  related  it 
with  tears  in  his  eyes.  The  late  Dr.  Stinton  confirmed  it  to  me,  by  savins:, 
that  he  had  heard,  it  from  Mr.  Hooke,  author  of  the  Roman  History ;  and 
he,  from  Mr.  Pope.  H. 

See,  Victor's  Letters,  Vol.  I.  p.  328,  this  transaction  somewhat  differently 
related.  R. 


LIFE  OF  ADDISON. 

dalen  college  as  a  demy,  a  term  by  -which  that  society  denomi- 
nates those  which  are  elsewhere  called  scholars  ;  young  men 
who  partake  of  the  founder's  benefaction,  and  succeed  in  their 
order  to  vacant  fellowships.* 

Here  he  continued  to  cultivate  poetry  and  criticism,  and  grew 
first  eminent  by  his  Latin  compositions,  which  are  indeed  entitled 
to  particular  praise.  He  has  not  confined  himself  to  the  imita- 
tion of  any  ancient  author,  but  has  formed  his  style  from  the 
general  language,  such  as  a  diligent  perusal  of  the  productions 
of  different  ages  happened  to  supply. 

His  Latin  compositions  seem  to  have  had  much  of  his  fond- 
ness, for  he  collected  a  second  volume  of  the  MUS<K  Anglican*, 
perhaps  for  a  convenient  receptacle,  in  which  all  his  Latin  pieces 
are  inserted,  and  where  his  poem  on  the  peace  has  the  first  place. 
He  afterward  presented  the  collection  to  Boiieau,  who,  from  that 
time,  "  conceived,"  says  Tickell,  "an  opinion  of  the  English  gen- 
ius for  poetry."  Nothing  is  better  known  of  Boiieau,  than  that  he 
had  an  injudicious  and  peevish  contempt  of  modern  Latin,  and 
therefore  his  profession  of  regard  was  probably  the  effect  of  his 
civility  rather  than  approbation. 

Three  of  his  Latin  poems  are  upon  subjects  on  which  per- 
haps he  would  not  have  ventured  to  have  written  in  his  own 
language.  The  Battle  of  the  Pigmies  and  Cranes  ;  The  Barom- 
eter ;  and  A  Bowling  green.  When  the  matter  is  low  or  scanty, 
a  dead  language,  in  which  nothing  is  mean  because  nothing  is  fa- 
miliar, affords  great  conveniences  ;  and,  by  the  sonorous  magnifi- 
cence of  Roman  syllables,  the  writer  conceals  penury  of  thought, 
and  want  of  novelty,  often  from  the  reader,  and  oficn  from  himself. 

In  his  twenty  second  year  he  first  showed  his  power  of  Eng- 
lish poetry  by  some  verses  addressed  to  Dryden  ;  and  soon  af. 
terward  published  a  translation  of  the  greater  part  of  the  fourth 
Georgic,  upon  Bees;  after  which,  says  Dryden, "  my  latter  swarm 
is  hardly  worth  the  hiving." 

About  the  same  time  he  composed  the  arguments  prefixed 
to  the  several  books  of  Dryden's  Virgil  ;  and  produced  on  essay 
on  the  Georgics,  juvenile,  superficial,  and  uninstructivc,  with- 
out much  either  of  the  scholar's  learning  or  the  critic's  penetra- 
tion. 

*  He  took  the  degree  of  M.  A.  Feb.  H,  : 


LIFE  OF  ADD1SON. 

His  next  paper  of  verses  contained  a  character  of  the  prin- 
cipal English  poets,  inscribed  to  Henry  Sacheverell,  who  was 
then,  if  not  a  poet,  a  writer  of  verses  ;*  as  is  shown  by  his  ver- 
sion of  a  small  part  of  Virgil's  Georgics,  published  in  the  mis- 
cellanies ;  and  a  Latin  encomium  on  queen  Maiy,  in  the  MUS<K 
Anglicana.  These  verses  exhibit  all  the  fondness  of  friendship  ; 
but  on  one  side  or  the  other,  friendship  was  afterward  too  weak 
for  the  malignity  of  faction. 

In  this  poem  is  a  very  confident  and  discriminate  character  of 
Spenser,  whose  work  he  had  then  never  read.f  So  little  some- 
times is  criticism  the  effect  of  judgment.  It  is  necessary  to  in- 
form the  reader,  that  about  this  time  he  was  introduced  by  Con- 
greve  to  Montague,  then  chancellor  of  the  exchequer  ;  Addison 
was  then  learning  the  trade  of  a  courtier,  and  subjoined  Montague 
as  a  poetical  name  to  those  of  Cowley  and  of  Dryden. 

By  the  influence  of  Mr.  Montague,  concurring,  according  to 
Tickell,  with  his  natural  modesty,  he  was  diverted  from  his 
original  design  of  entering  into  holy  orders.  Montague  alleged 
the  corruption  of  men  who  engaged  in  civil  employments  without 
liberal  education  ;  and  declared,  that,  though  he  was  represent- 
ed as  an  enemy  to  the  church,  he  would  never  do  it  any  injury 
but  by  withholding  Addison  from  it. 

Soon  after,  in  1695,  he  wrote  a  poem  to  king  William,  with  a 
rhyming  introduction  addressed  to  lord  Somers.  King  William 
had  no  regard  to  elegance  or  literature  ;  his  study  was  only  war  ; 
yet  by  a  choice  of  ministers,  whose  disposition  was  very  different 
from  his  own,  he  procured,  without  intention,  a  very  liberal 

*  A  letter  which  I  found  among  Dr.  Johnson's  papers,  dated  in  January, 
1784,  from  a  lady  iu  Wiltshire,  contains  a  discovery  of  some  importance  in 
literary  history,  viz.  that,  by  the  initials  11.  S.  prefixed  to  the  poem,  we  are 
not  to  understand  the  famous  Dr.  Henry  Sacheverell,  whose  trial  is  the  most 
remarkable  incident  in  his  life.  The  information  thus  communicated  is,  that 
the  verses  in  question  were  not  an  address  to  the  famous  Dr.  Sacheverell,  but 
to  a  very  ingenious  gentleman  of  the  same  name,  who  died  young,  supposed 
to  be  a  Manksman,  for  that  he  wrote  the  history  of  the  Isle  of  Man.  That 
this  person  left  his  papers,  to  Mr.  Addison,  and  had  formed  the  plan  of  a 
tragedy  upon  the  death  of  Socrates.  The  lady  says  she  had  this  information 
from  a  Mr.  Stephens,  who  was  a  fellow  of  Merton  college,  a  contemporary 
and  intimate  with  Mr.  Addison  in  Oxford,  who  died,  near  fifty  years  ago,  a 
prebendary  of  Winchester .  H. 

t  Spenco. 


OF  ADDISON.  379 

-  <• 

patronage  to  poetry.     Addison  was  caressed  both  by  Somers 
and  Montague. 

In  1697  appeared  his  Latin  verses  on  the  peace  of  Ryswick, 
which  he  dedicated  to  Montague,  and  which  was  afterward  called 
by  Smith,  "  the  best  Latin  poem  since  the  jEneicl."  Praise  must 
not  be  too  rigorously  examined ;  but  the  performance  cannot  be 
denied  to  be  vigorous  and  elegant. 

Having  yet  no  public  employment,  he  obtained,  in  1699,  a 
pension  of  three  hundred  pounds  a  year,  that  he  mi^ht  be  ena- 
bled to  travel.  He  staid  a  year  at  Blois,*  probably  to  learn  the 
Trench  language  ;  and  then  proceeded  in  his  journey  to  Italy, 
which  he  surveyed  with  the  eyes  of  a  poet. 

While  he  was  travelling  at  leisure,  he  was  far  from  being 
idle  ;  for  he  not  only  collected  his  observations  on  the  country, 
but  found  time  to  write  his  dialogues  on  medals,  and  four  acts  of 
Cato.  Such  at  least  is  the  relation  of  Tickell.  Perhaps  he  only 
collected  his  materials,  and  formed  his  plan. 

Whatever  were  his  other  employments  in  Italy,  he  there 
wrote  the  letter  to  lord  Halifax,  which  is  justly  considered  as  the 
most  elegant,  if  not  the  most  sublime,  of  his  poetical  productions. 
But  in  about  two  years  he  found  it  necessary  to  hasten  home  ; 
being,  as  Swift  informs  us,  distressed  by  indigence,  and  compell- 
ed to  become  the  tutor  of  a  travelling  squire,  because  his  pension 
was  not  remitted. 

At  his  return  he  published  his  travels,  with  a  dedication  to 
lord  Somers.  As  his  stay  in  foreign  countries  was  short,  his 
observations  are  such  as  might  be  supplied  by  a  hasty  view,  and 
consist  chiefly  in  comparisons  of  the  present  face  of  the  country 
with  the  descriptions  left  us  by  the  Roman  poets,  from  whom 
he  made  preparatory  collections,  though  he  might  have  spared 
the  trouble,  had  he  known  that  such  collections  had  been  made 
twice  before  by  Italian  authors. 

The  most  amusing  passage  of  his  book  is  his  account  of  the 
minute  republic  of  San  Marino  ;  of  many  parts  it  is  not  a  very 
severe  censure  to  say,  that  they  might  have  been  written  at  home- 
His  elegance  of  language,  and  variegation  of  prose  and  verse, 
however,  gains  upon  the  reader  ;  and  the  book,  though  a  while 

*  Spence. 
•POL.   I.  49 


380  LIFE  OF  ADDkAj. 

neglected,  became  in  time  so  much  the  favourite  of  the  public. 
th.it  before  it  was  reprinted  it  rose  to  five  times  its  price. 

When  he  returned  to  England,  in  1702,  with  a  meanness  of 
appearance  which  gave  testimony  of  the  difficulties  to  which  he 
had  been  reduced,  he  found  his  old  patrons  out  of  power,  and 
was  therefore,  for  a  time,  at  full  leisure  for  the  cultivation  of  his 
mind  ;  and  a  mind  so  cultivated  gives  reason  to  believe  thai 
little  time  was  lost. 

But  he  remained  not  long-  neglected  or  useless.  The  victory 
at  Blenheim,  1704,  spread  triumph  and  confidence  over  the  na- 
tion ;  and  lord  Godolphin,  lamenting  to  lord  Halifax,  that  it  had 
not  been  celebrated  in  a  manner  equal  to  the  subject,  desired 
him  to  propose  it  to  some  better  poet.  Halifax  told  him,  that 
there  was  no  encouragement  for  genius ;  that  worthless  men 
were  unprofitably  enriched  with  public  money,  without  any  care 
to  find  or  employ  those  whose  appearance  might  do  honour  to 
their  country.  To  this  Godolphin  replied,  that  such  abuses 
should  in  time  be  rectified  ;  and  that  if  a  man  could  be  found 
capable  of  the  task  then  proposed,  he  should  not  want  an  ample 
recompense.  Halifax  then  named  Addison,  but  required  that  the 
treasurer  should  apply  to  him  in  his  own  person.  Godolphin 
sent  the  message  by  Mr.  Boyle,  afterward  lord  Carleton ;  and 
Addison,  having  undertaken  the  work,  communicated  it  to  the 
treasurer,  while  it  was  yet  advanced  no  further  than  the  simile 
of  the  angel,  and  was  immediately  rewarded  by  succeeding  Mr. 
Locke  in  the  place  of  commisdoner  of  appeals. 

In  the  following  year  he  was  at  Hanover  with  lord  Halifax  ; 
and  the  year  after  was  made  under  secretary  of  state,  first  to 
sir  Charles  Hedges,  and  in  a  few  months  more  to  the  earl  of 
Sunderland 

About  this  time  the  prevalent  taste  for  Italian  operas  inclined 
him  to  try  what  would  be  the  effect  of  a  musical  drama  in  our 
own  language.  He  therefore  wrote  the  opera  of  Rosamond, 
which,  when  exhibited  on  the  stage,  was  either  hissed  or  neg- 
lected ;  but,  trusting  that  the  readers  would  do  him  more  justice, 
he  published  it  with  an  inscription  to  the  dutchess  of  Maryborough ; 
a  woman  without  skill,  or  pretensions  to  skill,  in  poetry  or  litera- 
ture, His  dedication  was  therefore  an  instance  of  servile  absurd- 


LIFE  OP  ADDTSON.  381 

ity,  to  be  exceeded  only  by  Joshua  Barnes's  dedication  of  a  Greek 
Anacreon  to  the  duke. 

His  reputation  had  been  somewhat  advanced  by  The  Taulrr 
Husband,  a  comedy  which  Steele  dedicated  to  him,  with  a  con- 
fession that  he  owed  to  him  several  of  the  most  successful  scenes. 
To  this  play  Addison  supplied  a  prologue. 

When  the  marquis  of  Wharton  was  appointed  lord  lieutenant 
of  Ireland,  Addison  attended  him  as  his  secretary,  and  was  made 
keeper  of  the  records  in  Birmingham's  tower,  with  a  salary  of 
three  hundred  pounds  a  year.     The  office  was  little  more  than 
nominal,  and  the  salary  was  augmented  for  his  accommodation. 

Interest  and  faction  allow  little  to  the  operation  of  particular 
dispositions  or  private  opinions.  Two  men  of  personal  charac- 
ters more  opposite  than  those  of  Wharton  and  Addison  could 
not  easily  be  brought  together.  Wharton  was  impious,  profli- 
gate, and  shameless,  without  regard,  or  appearance  of  regard,  to 
right  and  wrong  ;*  whatever  is  contrary  to  this,  may  be  said  of 
Addison  ;  but  as  agents  of  a  party  they  were  connected,  and  how 
they  adjusted  their  other  sentiments  we  cannot  know. 

Addison  must  however  not  be  too  hastily  condemned.  It  is 
not  necessary  to  refuse  benefits  from  a  bad  man,  when  the  ac- 
ceptance implies  no  approbation  of  his  crimes  ;  nor  has  the  sub- 
ordinate officer  any  obligation  to  examine  the  opinions  or  conduct 
of  those  under  whom  he  acts,  except  that  he  may  not  be  made 
the  instrument  of  wickedness.  It  is  reasonable  to  suppose  that 
Addison  counteracted,  as  far  as  he  was  able,  the  malignant  and 
blasting  influence  of  the  lieutenant ;  and  that  at  least  by  his  in- 
tervention some  good  was  done,  and  some  mischief  prevented. 

When  he  was  in  office,  he  made  a  law  to  himself,  as  Swift 
has  recorded,  never  to  remit  his  regular  fees  in  civility  to  his 
friends  ;  "  for,"  said  he,  "  I  may  have  a  hundred  friends  ;  and  if 
my  fee  be  two  guineas,  I  shall,  by  relinquishing  my  right,  lose 
two  hundred  guineas,  and  no  friend  gain  more  than  i\vo  ;  there 
is  therefore  no  proportion  between  the  ^oou  imported  and  the 

evil  suffered." 

He  was  in   Ireland  when  Stccle,  without  any  comrm  m 
of  his  design,  began   the  publication  of  the  Taller  ;  but  he  v; 
not  long  concealed  ;  by  inserting   a  remark  on  Virgil    which 

*  Dr.  Johnson  appears  to  l,avc  Wended  the  character  of  the  marquii  •  ill, 
that  of  liis  son  the  duke.  N- 


382  LIFE  OF  ADD1SON. 

Acldison  had  given  him,  he  discovered  himself.  It  is  indeed  not 
easy  for  any  man  to  write  upon  literature  or  common  life,  so  as 
not  to  make  himself  known  to  those  with  whom  he  familiarly 
converses,  and  who  are  acquainted  with  his  track  of  study,  his 
favourite  topics,  his  peculiar  notions,  and  his  habitual  phrases. 

If  Steele  desired  to  write  in  secret,  he  was  not  lucky  ;  a  single 
month  detected  him.  His  first  Tatler  was  published  April  22, 
1709,  and  Addison's  contribution  appeared  May  26.  Tickell 
observes,  that  the  Tatler  was  begun  and  concluded  without  hisj 
concurrence.  This  is  doubtless  literally  true  ;  but  the  work  did 
not  suffer  much  by  his  unconsciousness  of  iis  commencement,  or 
his  absence  at  its  cessation  ;  for  he  continued  his  assistance  to 
December  23,  and  the  paper  slopped  on  January  2.  He  did 
not  distinguish  his  pieces  by  any  signature ;  and  I  know  not 
whether  his  name  was  not  kept  secret  till  the  papers  were  col- 
lected into  volumes. 

To  the  Tatler,  in  about  two  months,  succeeded  the  Spectator  ; 
a  series  of  essays  of  the  same  kind,  but  written  with  less  levity, 
upon  a  more  regular  plan,  and  published  daily.  Such  an  under- 
taking showed  the  writers  not  to  distrust  their  own  copiousness 
of  materials  or  facility  of  composition,  and  their  performance 
justified  their  confidence.  They  found,  however, in  their  progress, 
many  auxiliaries.  To  attempt  a  single  paper  was  no  terrifying 
labour  ;  many  pieces  were  offered  and  many  were  received. 

Addison  had  enough  of  the  zeal  of  party,  but  Steele  had  at 
that  time  almost  nothing  else.  The  Spectator,  in  one  of  the 
first  papers,  showed  the  political  tenets  of  its  authors  ;  but  a  res- 
olution was  soon  taken,  of  courting  general  approbation  by  gen- 
eral topics,  and  subjects  on  which  faction  had  produced  no  di- 
versity of  sentiments  ;  such  as  literature,  morality,  and  familiar 
life.  To  this  practice  they  adhered  with  few  deviations.  The 
ardour  of  Steele  once  broke  out  in  praise  of  Marlborough  ;  and 
•when  Dr.  Fieetwood  prefixed  to  some  sermons  a  preface,  over- 
flowing with  whiggish  opinions,  that  it  might  be  read  by  the 
queen,*;  it  was  reprinted  in  the  Spectator. 

Tliis  particular  number  of  the  Spectator,  it  is  said,  was  not  published 
till  twelve  o'clock,  that  it  might  come  out  precisely  at  the  hour  of  her  maj- 
esty's breakfast,  and  that  no  time  might  he  left  for  deliberating  about  serv- 
ing it  up  with  that  meal,  as  usual.  See  the  edition  of  the  TATJ.ER  with 
notes,  Vol.  VI.  No.  2H,  note.  p.  452,  &c.  N. 


LIFE  OF  ADDISON.  C83 

To  teach  the  minuter  decencies  and  inferior  duties,  to  regulate 
the  practice  of  daily  conversation,  to  correct  those  depravities 
which  are  rather  ridiculous  than  criminal,  and  remove  those  griev- 
ances which,  if  they  produce  no  lasting  calamities,  impress  hour- 
ly vexation,  was  first  attempted  by  Casa  in  his  hook  of  Mu.rn.ers) 
and  Castiglione  in  his  Cuurtier  ;  two  books  yet  celebrated  in  It- 
aly for  purity  and  elegance,  and  which,  if  they  are  now  less  read, 
are  neglected  only  because  they  have  effected  that  reformation 
which  their  authors  intended,  and  their  precepts  now  are  no  lon- 
ger wanted.  Their  usefulness  to  the  age  in  which  they  were 
written  is  sufficiently  attested  by  the  translations  which  almost  all 
the  nations  of  Europe  were  in  haste  to  obtain. 

This  species  of  instruction  was  continued,  and  perhaps  ad- 
vanced, by  the  French  ;  among  whom  la  Bruyere's  Manners  of 
the  Age,  though,  as  Boileau  remarked,  it  is  written  without  con- 
nection, certainly  deserves  great  praise  for  liveliness  of  description 
and  justness  of  observation. 

Before  the  Tatler  and  Spectator,  if  the  writers  for  the  theatre 
are  excepted,  England  had  no  masters  of  common  life.  No 
writers  had  yet  undertaken  to  reform  either  the  savageness  of 
neglect,  or  the  impertinence  of  civility  ;  to  show  when  to  speak 
or  to  be  silent ;  how  to  refuse  or  how  to  comply.  We  had  ma- 
ny books  to  teach  us  our  more  important  dudes,  and  to  settle 
opinions  in  philosophy  or  politics  ±  but  an  Arbiter  Elegini'iurum^ 
a  judge  of  propriety,  was  yet  wanting,  who  should  survey  the 
track  of  daily  conversation,  and  free  it  from  thorns  and  prickles, 
which  tease  the  passer,  though  they  do  not  wound  him. 

For  this  purpose  nothing  is  so  proper  as  the  frequent  publica- 
tion of  short  papers,  which  we  read  not  as  study  but  amusement. 
If  the  subject  be  slight,  the  treatise  likewise  is  short.  The 
busy  may  find  time,  and  the  idle  may  find  patience. 

This  mode  of  conveying  cheap    and  easy  knowledge   began 
among  us  in  the  civil  war,*  when  it  was  much   the  interest  of 

*  Newspapers  appear  to  have  had  an  earlier  date  than  here  asstgned. 
Cleiveland,  in  his  character  of  a  London  Diurnal,  says,  "  The  original  sinner 
of  this  kind  was  Dutch  ;  Gallo  Kclgicus  the  Protoplas,  and  the  n.n.leni  M.  i  - 
curies  but  Hans  en  Kelders."  Some  intelligence  pi^-ii  l.\  .Mercnrins  <.:dlo 
Belgicus  is  mentioned  in  Carew's  Survey  of  Cornwall,  p.  I'J'">,  ori-inalh  pub- 
lished in  1602.  These  vehicles  of  information  arc  often  mentioned  in  tin 
plays  of  James  and  Charles  the  first.  R. 


LIFE  OF  ADDISON. 

either  party  to  raise  and  fix  the  prejudices  of  the  people.  At 
that  time  appeared  Mercurius  Aulicus,  Mercurius  Rusticus,  and 
Mercurius  Civicus.  It  is  said,  that  when  any  title  grew  popular, 
it  was  stolen  by  the  antagonist,  who  by  this  stratagem  conveyed 
his  notions  to  those  who  would  not  have  received  him  had  he  not 
worn  the  appearance  of  a  friend.  The  tumult  of  those  unhappy 
days  left  scarcely  any  man  leisure  to  treasure  up  occasional  com- 
positions ;  and  so  much  were  they  neglected,  that  a  complete 
collection  is  no  where  to  be  found. 

These  Mercuries  were  succeeded  by  L'Estrange's  Observa- 
tor  ;  and  that  by  Lesley's  Rehearsal,  and  perhaps  by  others  ;  but 
hitherto  nothing  had  been  conveyed  to  the  people,  in  this  com- 
modious manner,  but  controversy  relating  to  the  church  or  state  ; 
of  which  they  taught  many  to  talk,  whom  they  could  not  teach 
to  judge. 

It  has  been  suggested,  that  the  royal  society  was  instituted 
soon  after  the  restoration,  to  divert  the  attention  of  the  people 
from  public  discontent.  The  Taller  and  Spectator  had  the 
same  tendency  ;  they  were  published  at  a  time  when  two  par- 
ties, loud,  restless,  and  violent,  each  wilh  plausible  declarations, 
and  each  perhaps  without  any  distinct  termination  of  its  views, 
were  agitating  the  nation  ;  to  minds  heated  with  political  contest, 
they  supplied  cooler  and  more  inoffensive  reflections  ;  and  it  is 
said  by  Addison,  in  a  subsequent  work,  that  they  had  a  percepti- 
ble influence  upon  the  conversation  of  that  time,  and  taught  the 
frolicsome  and  the  gay  to  unite  merriment  with  decency  ;  an  effect 
which  they  can  never  wholly  lose,  while  they  continue  to  be 
among  the  first  books  by  which  both  sexes  are  initiated  into  the 
elegances  of  knowledge. 

The  Taller  and  Spectator  adjusted,  like  Casa,  the  unsettled 
practice  of  daily  intercourse  by  propriety  and  politeness  ;  and, 
like  la  Bruyere,  exhibited  the  characters  and  manners  of  the  age. 
The  personages  introduced  in  these  papers  were  not  merely 
ideal  ;  they  were  then  known,  and  conspicuous  in  various  sta- 
tions. Of  the  Taller  this  is  told  by  Steele  in  his  last  paper  ; 
and  of  the  Spectator  by  Budgell  in  the  preface  to  Theophrastus  ; 
a  book  which  Addison  has  recommended,  and  which  he  was 
suspected  to  have  revised,  if  he  did  not  write  it.  Of  those  por- 
traits, which  may  be  supposed  to  be  sometimes  embellished,  and 


v 


LIFE  OP  ADDISON.  385 

sometimes  aggravated,  the  originals  are  now  partly  known  and 
partly  forgotten. 

But  to  say  that  they  united  the  plans  of  two  or  three  eminent 
writers,  is  to  give  them  but  a  small  part  of  their  due  praise  ; 
they  superadded  literature  and  criticism,  and  sometimes  towered 
far  above  their  predecessors  ;  and  taught,  with  great  justness  of 
argument  and  dignity  of  language,  the  most  important  duties  and 
sublime  truths. 

All  these  topics  were  happily  varied  with  elegant  fictions  and 
refined  allegories,  and  illuminated  with  different  changes  of  style 
and  felicities  of  invention. 

It  is  recorded  by  Budgell,  that  of  the  characters  feigned  or 
exhibited  in  the  Spectator,  the  favourite  of  Addison  was  sir 
Roger  de  Coverley,  of  whom  he  had  formed  a  very  delicate  and 
discriminate  idea,*  which  he  would  not  suffer  to  be  violated  ;  and 
therefore,  when  Steele  had  shown  him  innocently  picking  up  a 
girl  in  the  temple,  and  taking  her  to  a  tavern,  he  drew  upon  him- 
self so  much  of  his  friend's  indignation,  that  he  was  forced  to  ap- 
pease him  by  a  promise  of  forbearing  sir  Roger  for  the  time  to 
come. 

The  reason  which  induced  Cervantes  to  bring  his  hero  to  the 
grave, para  mi  sola  nacio  Dm  Quixote,  y  yofiara  el,  made  Addison 
declare,  with  an  undue  vehemence  of  expression,  that  he  would 
kill  sir  Roger  ;  being  of  opinion  that  they  were  born  for  one  an- 
other, and  that  any  other  hand  would  do  him  wrong. 

It  may  be  doubted  whether  Addison  ever  filled  up  his  orig- 
inal delineation.  He  describes  his  knight  as  having  his  imagin- 
ation somewhat  warped  ;  but  of  this  perversion  he  has  made 
very  little  use.  The  irregularities  in  sir  Roger's  conduct  seem 
not  so  much  the  effects  of  a  mind  deviating  from  the  beaten  track 
of  life,  by  the  perpetual  pressure  of  some  overwhelming  idea,  as 
of  habitual  rusticity,  and  that  negligence  which  solitary  grandeur 
naturally  generates. 

The  variable  weather  of  the  mind,  the  flying  vapours  of  inci- 
pient madness,  which  from  time  to  time  cloud  reason,  without 

*  The  errors  in  this  account  are  explained  at  considerable  length  in  tlir 
preface  to  the  Spectator  prefixed  to  the  edition  in  the  Hui  r  ISH  ESSAYI    r 
The  original  delineation  of  sir  Roger  undoubted!}  bt.-li>njrs  to  Steele.    <j. 


LIFE  OF  ADUISO:\  . 

eclipsing  it,  it  requires  so  much  nicety  to  exhibit,  that  Addison 
seems  to  have  been  deterred  from  prosecuting  his  own  design. 

j  'o  sir  Roger,  who,  as  a  country  gentleman,  appears  to  be  a 
lory,  or,  as  it  is  gently  expressed,  an  adherent  to  the  landed  inter- 
est, is  opposed  sir  Andrew  Frceport,  a  new  man,  a  wealthy  mer- 
chant, zealous  for  the  moneyed  interest,  and  a  whig.    Of  this  con- 
trariety of  opinions,  it  is  probable  more  consequences  were  at  first 
intended  than  could  be  produced  when  the  resolution  was  taken 
to  exclude  party  from  the  paper.     Sir  Andrew  does  but  little,  and 
that   little  seems   not  to   have  pleased  Addison,  who,  when  he 
dismissed  him  from  the  club,  changed   his   opinions.      Steele 
had  made  him,  in  the  true  spirit  of  unfeeling  commerce,  declare, 
that  he  "  would   not    build  an  hospital  for  idle   people  ;"   but 
at    last  he  buys  land,  settles  in  the  country,  and   builds,  not  a 
manufactory,  but  an  hospital  for  twelve  old  husbandmen,  for  men 
with  whom  a  merchant  has  little  acquaintance,  and  whom  he 
commonly  considers  with  little  kindness. 

Of  essays  thus  elegant,  thus  instructive,  and  thus  commodi- 
ously  distributed,  it  is  natural  to  suppose  the  approbation  gener- 
al and  the  sale  numerous.  I  once  heard  it  observed,  that  the 
sale  may  be  calculated  by  the  product  of  the  tax,  related  in  the 
last  number  to  produce  more  than  twenty  pounds  a  week,  and 
therefore  stated  at  one  and  twenty  pounds,  or  three  pounds,  ten 
shillings  a  day  ;  this,  at  a  halfpenny  a  paper,  will  give  sixteen 
hundred  and  eighty  *  for  the  daily  number. 

This  sale  is  not  great ;  yet  this,  if  Swift  be  credited,  was  likely 
to  grow  less  ;  for  he  declares  that  the  Spectator,  whom  he  ridi- 
cules for  his  endless  mention  of  the  fair  sex,  had  before  his  re- 
cess wearied  his  readers. 

The  next  year,  1713,  in  which  Cato  came  upon  the  stage, 
was  the  grand  climacteric  of  Addison's  reputation.  Upon  the 
death  of  Cato,  he  had,  as  is  said,  planned  a  tragedy  in  the  time 
of  his  travels,  and  had  for  several  years  the  four  first  acts  finish- 
ed, which  were  shown  to  such  as  were  likely  to  spread  their  ad- 
miration. They  were  seen  by  Pope,  and  by  Gibber,  who  re- 
lates that  Steele,  when  he  took  back  the  copy,  told  him,  in  the 
despicable  cant  of  literary  modesty,  that,  whatever  spirit  his 

*  That  tliis  calculation  is  not  exaggerated,  that  it  is  even  much  below  the 
veal  number,  see  the  notes  on  the  Tatter,  ed.  1786,  Vol.  VI.  P-  452.    N. 


LIFE  OP  ADDISOX.  38? 

iiiend  had  shown  in  the  composition,  he  doubted  whether  he 
would  have  courage  sufficient  to  expose  it  to  the  censure  of  a 
British  audience. 

The  time  however  was  now  come,  when  those  who  affected 
to  think  liberty  in  danger,  affected  likewise  to  think  that  a  stage 
play  might  preserve  it ;  and  Acldison  was  importuned,  in  the 
name  of  the  tutelary  deities  of  Britain,  to  show  his  courage  and 
his  zeal  by  finishing  his  design. 

To  resume  his  work  he  seemed  perversely  and  unaccountably 
unwilling ;  and  by  a  request,  which  perhaps  he  wished  to  be  de- 
nied, desired  Mr.  Hughes  to  add  a  fifth  act.  Hughes  supposed 
him  serious  ;  and,  undertaking  the  supplement,  brought  in  a  few 
days  some  scenes  for  his  examination ;  but  he  had  in  the  mean 
time  gone  to  work  himself,  and  produced  half  an  act  ;  which  he 
afterward  completed,  but  with  brevity  irregularly  dispropor- 
tionate to  the  foregoing  parts  ;  like  a  task,  performed  with  reluc- 
tance and  hurried  to  its  conclusion. 

It  may  yet  be  doubted  whether  Cato.was  made  public  by  any 
change  of  the  author's  purpose  ;  for  Dennis  charged  him  with 
raising  prejudices  in  his  own  favour,  by  false  positions  of  pre- 
paratory criticism,  and  with  poisoning  the  town  by  contradicting 
in  the  Spectator  the  established  rule  of  poetical  justice,  because 
his  own  hero,  with  all  his  virtues,  was  to  fall  before  a  tyrant. 
The  fact  is  certain  ;  the  motives  we  must  guess. 

Acldison  was,  I  believe,  sufficiently  disposed  to  bar  all  avenues 
against  all  danger.  When  Pope  brought  him  the  prologue, 
which  is  properly  accommodated  to  the  play,  there  were  these 
words,  "  Britons,  arise  !  be  worth  like  this  approved  ;"  mean- 
ing nothing  more  than,  Britons,  erect  and  exalt  yourselves  to 
the  approbation  of  public  virtue.  Addison  was  frighted,  lest 
he  should  be  thought  a  promoter  of  insurrection,  and  the  line 
was  liquidated  to  "  Britons,  attend." 

Now  "  heavily  in  clouds  came  on  the  day,  the  great,  the  im- 
portant day,"  when  Addison  was  to  stand  the  hazard  of  the  thea- 
tre. That  there  might,  however,  be  left  as  little  to  hazard  as  was 
possible,  on  the  first  night  Steelc,  as  himself  relates,  undertook  to 
pack  an  audience.  This,  says  Pope,*  had  bcm  tried  for  the  iir.it 

*  Spence 
VOL.  !•  50 


388  LIFE  OF  AUDISOX. 

time  in  favour  of  the  Distrest  Mother  ;  and  was  now,  with  more 
efficacy,  practised  for  Cato. 

The  danger  was  soon  over.  The  whole  nation  was  at  that 
time  on  fire  with  faction.  The  whigs  applauded  every  line  in 
which  liberty  was  mentioned,  as  a  satire  on  the  tories  ;  and  the 
lories  echoed  every  clap,  to  show  that  the  satire  was  unfelt.  The 
story  of  Bolingbrokc  is  well  known.  He  called  Booth  to  his  box, 
and  gave  him  fifty  guineas  for  defending  the  cause  of  liberty  so  well 
against  a  perpetual  dictator.  The  whigs,  says  Pope,  design  a  sec- 
ond present  when  they  can  accompany  it  with  as  good  a  sentence. 

The  play,  supported  thus  by  the  emulation  of  factious  praise, 
was  acted  night  after  night  for  a  longer  time  than,  I  believe,  the 
public  had  allowed  to  any  drama  before  ;  and  the  author,  as  Mrs. 
Porter  long  afterward  related,  wandered  through  the  whole  exhi- 
bition behind  the  scenes  with  restless  and  unappeasable  solicitude. 

When  it  was  printed,  notice  was  given  that  the  queen  would 
be  pleased  if  it  was  dedicated  to  her  ;  "  but  as  he  had  designed 
that  compliment  elsewhere,  he  found  himself  obliged,"  says 
Tickell,  "  by  his  duty  on  the  one  hand,  and  his  honour  on  the 
other,  to  send  it  into  the  world  without  any  dedication." 

Human  happiness  has  always  its  abatements ;  the  brightest 
sunshine  of  success  is  not  without  a  cloud.  No  sooner  was  Cato 
offered  to  the  reader  than  it  was  attacked  by  the  acute  malignity 
of  Dennis,  with  all  the  violence  cf  angry  criticism.  Dennis, 
though  equally  zealous,  and  probably  by  his  temper  more  furious 
than  Addison,  for  what  they  called  liberty,  and  though  a  flatterer 
of  the  whig  ministry,  could  not  sit  quiet  at  a  successful  play  ;  but 
was  eager  to  tell  friends  and  enemies  that  they  had  misplaced 
their  admirations.  The  world  was  too  stubborn  for  instruction  ; 
•with  the  fate  of  the  censurer  of  Corneille's  Cid,  his  animadver- 
sions showed  his  anger  without  effect,  and  Cato  continued  to  be 
praised. 

Pope  had  now  an  opportunity  of  courting  the  friendship  of 
Addison,  by  vilifying  his  old  enemy,  and  could  give  resentment 
its  full  play,  without  appearing  to  revenge  himself.     He  there- 
fore published  A  Narrative  of  the  Madness  of  John  Dennis  ;  a 
performance  which   left  the  objections  to  the  play  in  their  full 
force,  and  therefore  discovered  more  desire  of  vexing  the  critic 
than  of  defending  the  poet. 


JLIFE  OF  ADDISON.  389 

Addison,  who  was  no  stranger  to  the  world,  probably  saw  the 
selfishness  of  Pope's  friendship ;  arid,  resolving  that  he  should 
have  the  consequences  of  his  officiuusness  to  himself,  informed 
Dennis  by  Steele,  that  he  was  sorry  for  the  insult ;  and  that 
whenever  he  should  think  fit  to  answer  his  remarks,  he  would 
do  it  in  a  manner  to  which  nothing  could  be  objected. 

The  greatest  weakness  of  the  play  is  in  the  scenes  of  love, 
which  are  said  by  Pope*  to  have  been  added  to  the  original  plan 
upon  a  subsequent  review,  in  compliance  with  the  popular  prac- 
tice of  the  stage.  Such  an  authority  it  is  hard  to  reject ;  yet 
the  love  is  so  intimately  mingled  with  the  whole  action,  that  it 
cannot  easily  be  thought  extrinsic  and  adventitious  ;  for,  if  it 
were  taken  away,  what  would  be  left  ?  or  how  were  the  four  acts 
filled  in  the  first  draught  ? 

At  the  publication  the  wits  seemed  proud  to  pay  their  attend- 
ance with  encomiastic  verses.  The  best  are  from  an  unknown 
hand,  which  will  perhaps  lose  somewhat  of  their  praise  when  the 
author  is  known  to  be  Jeffreys. 

Cato  had  yet  other  honours.  It  was  censured  as  a  party  play 
by  a  scholar  of  Oxford,  and  defended  in  a  favourable  examination 
by  Dr.  Sewel.  It  was  translated  by  Salvini  into  Italian,  and 
acted  at  Florence  ;  and  by  the  Jesuits  of  St.  Omer's  into  Latin> 
and  played  by  their  pupils.  Of  this  version  a  copy  was  sent  to 
Mr.  Addison  ;  it  is  to  be  wished  that  it  could  be  found,  for  the 
sake  of  comparing  their  version  of  the  soliloquy  with  that  of  Bland. 

A  tragedy  was  written  on  the  same  subject  by  Des  Champs,  a 
French  poet,  which  was  translated,  with  a  criticism  on  the  Eng- 
lish play.  But  the  translator  and  the  critic  are  now  forgotten. 

Dennis  lived  on  unanswered,  and  therefore  little  read.  Addi- 
son knew  the  policy  of  literature  too  well  to  make  his  enemy 
important  by  drawing  the  attention  of  the  public  upon  a  criticism, 
which,  though  sometimes  intemperate,  was  often  irrefragable. 

While  Cato  was  upon  the  stage,  another  daily  paper,  called 
The  Guardian,  was  published  by  Steele.  To  this  Addison  ga\c 
great  assistance,  whether  occasionally  or  by  previous  engagement 
is  not  known. 

The  character  of  Guardian  was  too  narrow  and  too  serious  ;  it 
might  properly  enough  admit  both  the  duties  and  the  decencies  of 
life?  but  seemed  not  to  include  literary  speculations,  and  was  ir> 


390  LIFE  OF  ADDISON. 

some  degree  violated  by  merriment  and  burlesque.  What  had 
the  guardian  of  the  lizards  to  do  with  clubs  of  tall  or  of  little  men, 
with  nests  of  ants,  or  with  Strada's  prolusions  ? 

Of  this  paper  nothing  is  necessary  to  be  said,  but  that  it  found 
many  contributors,  and  that  it  was  a  continuation  of  the  Spectator, 
with  the  same  elegance,  and  the  same  variety,  till  some  unlucky 
sparkle  from  a  tory  paper  set  Steele's  politics  on  fire,  and  wit  at 
once  blazed  into  faction.  He  was  soon  too  hot  for  neutral  topics, 
and  quitted  the  Guardian  to  write  the  Englishman. 

The  papers  of  Addison  are  marked  in  the  Spectator  by  one  of 
the  letters  in  the  name  of  C//o,  and  in  the  Guardian  by  a  hand  ; 
whether  it  was,  as  Tickell  pretends  to  think,  that  he  was  unwill- 
ing to  usurp  the  praise  of  others,  or,  as  Steele,  with  far  greater 
likelihood,  insinuates,  that  he  could  not  without  discontent  impart 
to  others  any  of  his  own.  I  have  heard  that  his  avidity  did  not 
satisfy  itself  with  the  air  of  renown,  but  that  with  great  eagerness 
he  laid  hold  on  his  proportion  of  the  profits. 

Many  of  these  papers  were  written  with  powers  truly  comic, 
with  nice  discrimination  of  characters,  and  accurate  observation 
of  natural  or  accidental  deviation  from  propriety  ;  but  it  was  not 
supposed  that  he  had  tried  a  comedy  on  the  stage,  till  Steele, 
after  his  death,  declared  him  the  author  of  the  Drummer.     This 
however  Steele  did  not  know  to  be  true  by  any  direct  testimony  ; 
for,  when  Addison  put  the  play  into  his  hands,  he  only  told  him? 
it  was  the  work  of  a  "  gentleman  in  the  company  ;"  and  when  it 
was  received,  as  is  confessed,  with  cold  disapprobation,  he  was 
probably  less  willing  to  claim  it.     Tickell  omitted  it  in  his  col- 
lection ;  but  the  testimony  of  Steele,  and  the  total  silence  of  any 
other  claimant,  has  determined  the  public  to  assign  it  to  Addison, 
and  it  is  now  printed  with  his  other  poetry.     Steele  carried  the 
Drummer  to  the  playhouse,  and  afterward  to  the  press,  and  sold 
the  copy  for  fifty  guineas. 

To  the  opinion  of  Steele  may  be  added  the  proof  supplied  by 
the  play  itself,  of  .which  the  characters  are  such  as  Addison  would 
have  delineated,  and  the  tendency  such  as  Addison  would  have 
promoted.  That  it  should  have  been  ill  received  would  raise 
wonder,  did  we  not  daily  see  the  capricious  distribution  of  theat- 
rical praise. 

He  was  not  all  this  time  an  indifferent  spectator  of  public 
affairs.  He  wrote,  as  different  exigencies  required,  in  1707. 


LIFE  OF  ADDISOX.  391 

The  present  state  of  the  war,  and  the  necessity  of  an  augmentation  ; 
which,  however  judicious,  being  written  on  temporary  topics  and 
exhibiting  no  peculiar  powers,  laid  hold  on  no  attention,  and  has 
naturally  sunk  by  its  own  weight  into  nee  lect.  This  cannot  be 
said  of  the  few  papers  entitled  The  Whig  Examiner,  in  which  is 
employed  all  the  force  of  gay  malevolence  and  humorous  satire. 
Of  this  paper,  which  just  appeared  and  expired,  Swift  remarks, 
with  exultation,  that  « it  is  now  down  among  the  dead  men."' 
He  might  well  rejoice  at  the  death  of  that  which  he  could  not 
have  killed.  Every  reader  of  every  party,  since  personal  malice 
is  past,  and  the  papers  which  once  inflamed  the  nation  are  read 
only  as  effusions  of  wit,  must  wish  for  more  of  the  Whig  Exam- 
iners ;  for  on  no  occasion  was  the  genius  of  Addison  more  vigor- 
ously exerted,  and  on  none  did  the  superiority  of  his  powers 
more  evidently  appear.  His  Trial  of  Count  Tariff,  written  to 
expose  the  treaty  of  commerce  with  France,  lived  no  longer 
than  the  question  that  produced  it. 

Not  long  afterward,  an  attempt  was  made  to  revive  the  Spec- 
tator, at  a  time  indeed  by  no  means  favourable  to  literature,  when 
the  succession  of  a  new  family  to  the  throne  filled  the  nation 
with  anxiety,  discord,  and  confusion  ;  and  either  the  turbulence 
of  the  times  or  the  satiety  of  the  readers  put  a  stop  to  the  publi- 
cation, after  an  experiment  of  eighty  numbers,  which  were  after- 
ward collected  into  an  eighth  volume,  perhaps  more  valuable 
than  any  of  those  that  went  before  it.  Addison  produced  more 
than  a  fourth  part,  and  the  other  contributors  are  by  no  means 
unworthy  of  appearing  as  his  associates.  The  time  that  had 
passed  during  the  suspension  of  the  Spectator,  though  it  had  not 
lessened  his  power  of  humour,  seems  to  have  increased  his  dis- 
position to  seriousness  ;  the  proportion  of  his  religious  to  hi> 
comic  papers  is  greater  than  in  the  former  series. 

The  Spectator,  from  its  recommencement,  was  published  only- 
three  times  a  week  ;  and  no  discriminative  marks  were  added  to 
the  papers.  To  Addison,  Tickell  has  ascribed  twenty  three. t 

*  From  a  tory  song  in  vogue  at  the  time,  the  burden  whereof  is, 
And  lie  that  will  this  health  deny, 
Down  among  the  dead  men  let  him  lie.     II. 

f  Numb.  55G,  557,  558,  559,  561,  562,  565,  567.  SflM  v'°-     "'     ''"^  " 
XT!),  580.,  583.  5W.  584,  585,  .100,  592,  W,  ™0 


LIFE  OF  ADDISOX. 

The  Spectator  had  many  contributors  ;  and  Steele,  whose  neg- 
ligence kept  him  always  in  a  hurry,  when  it  was  his  turn  to  lur- 
nish  a  paper,  called  loudly  for  the  letters,  of  which  Adclison,  whose 
materials  were  more,  made  little  use  ;  having  recourse  to  sketches 
and  hints,  the  product  of  his  former  studies,  which  he  now  re- 
•viewed  and  completed  ;  among  these  are  named  by  Tickell  the 
Essays  on  Wit*  those  on  the  Pleasures  of  the  Imagination,  and  the 
Criticism  on  Milton. 

When  the  house  of  Hanover  took  possession  of  the  throne,  it 
was  reasonable  to  expect  that  the  zeal  of  Addison  would  be  suit- 
ably rewarded.  Before  the  arrival  of  king  George,  he  was  mi-de 
secretary  to  the  regency,  and  was  required  by  his  office  to  send 
notice  to  Hanover  that  the  queen  was  dead,  and  that  the  throne 
•was  vacant.  To  do  this  would  not  have  been  difficult  to  any  man 
but  Addison,  who  was  so  overwhelmed  with  the  greatness  oi  the 
event,  and  so  distracted  by  choice  of  expression,  that  the  lords, 
•who  could  not  wait  for  the  niceties  of  criticism,  called  Mr.  South- 
well, a  clerk  in  the  house,  and  ordered  him  to  despatch  the  mes- 
sage. Southwell  readily  told  what  was  necessary,  in  the  common 
style  of  business,  and  valued  himself  upon  having  done  what  was 
too  hard  for  Addison. 

He  was  better  qualified  for  the  Freeholder,  a  pnper  which  he 
published  twice  a  week,  from  Dec.  23,  1715,  to  the  middle  of 
the  next  year.  This  was  undertaken  in  defence  of  the  estab- 
lished government,  sometimes  with  argument,  and  sometimes 
with  mirth.  In  argument  he  had  many  equals  ;  but  his  humour 
was  singular  and  matchless.  Bigotry  itself  must  be  delighted 
with  the  Tory  Foxhunter. 

There  are  however  some  strokes  less  elegant  and  less  decent ; 
such  as  the  Pretender's  Journal,  in  which  one  topic  of  ridicule  is 
his  poverty.  This  mode  of  abuse  had  been  employed  by  Milton 
against  king  Charles  II. 


-Jacobxi 


Centum,  exulantis  viscera  mavsupii  regis." 

And  Oldmixon  delights  to  tell  of  some  alderman  of  London,  that 
he  had  more  money  than  the  exiled  princes  ;  but  that  which 
might  be  expected  from  Milton's  savageness,  or  Oldmixon's 
meanness,  was  not  suitable  to  the  delicacy  of  Addison. 


LIFE  OF  ADDISON.  393 

Steele  thought  the  humour  of  the  Freeholder  too  nice  and  gen- 
tle for  such  noisy  times  ;  and  is  reported  to  have  said,  that  the 
ministry  made  use  of  a  lute,  when  they  should  have  called  for  a 
trumpet. 

This  year,  1716,*  he  married  the  countess  dowager  of  War- 
wick, whom  he  had  solicited  by  a  very  long  and  anxious  court- 
ship, perhaps  with  behaviour  not  very  unlike  that  of  sir  Roger 
to  his  disdainful  widow  ;  and  who,  I  am  afraid,  diverted  herself 
often  by  playing  with  his  passion.  He  is  said  to  have  first  known 
her  by  becoming  tutor  to  her  son.f  "  He  formed,"  said  Ton- 
son,  "  the  design  of  getting  that  lady  from  the  time  when  he  was 
first  recommended  into  the  family."  In  what  part  of  his  life  he 
obtained  the  recommendation,  or  how  long,  and  in  what  manner 
he  lived  in  the  family,  I  know  not.  His  advances  at  first  were 
certainly  timorous,  but  grew  bolder  as  his  reputation  and  influ- 
ence increased  ;  till  at  last  the  lady  was  persuaded  to  marry  him, 
on  terms  much  like  those  on  which  a  Turkish  princess  is  es- 
poused, to  whom  the  Sultan  is  reported  to  pronounce,  "  Daugh- 
ter, I  give  thee  this  man  for  thy  slave."  The  marriage,  if  un- 
eontradicted  report  can  be  credited,  made  no  addition  to  his  hap- 
piness ;  it  neither  found  them  nor  made  them  equal.  She  al- 
ways remembered  her  own  rank,  and  thought  herself  entitled  to 
treat  with  very  little  ceremony  the  tutor  of  her  son.  Rov\  e's 
ballad  of  the  Despairing  Shejiherd  is  said  to  have  been  written, 
either  before  or  after  marriage,  upon  this  memorable  pair ;  and 
it  is  certain  that  Addison  has  left  behind  him  no  encouragement 
for  ambitious  love. 

The  year  after,  1717,  he  rose  to  his  highest  elevation,  being 
made  secretary  of  state.  For  this  employment  he  might  justly 
be  supposed  qualified  by  long  practice  of  business,  and  by  his 
regular  ascent  through  other  offices  ;  but  expectation  is  often 
disappointed  ;  it  is  universally  confessed  that  he  was  unequal  to 
the  duties  of  his  place.  In  the  house  of  commons  he  could  not 
speak,  and  therefore  was  useless  to  the  defence  of  the  govern- 
ment. In  the  office,  says  Pope,}  he  could  not  issue  an  order 
without  losing  his  time  in  quest  of  fine  expressions.  What  he 
gained  in  rank  he  lost  in  credit ;  and,  finding  by  experience  his 
own  inability,  was  forced  to  solicit  his  dismission,  with  a  pensioi* 

*  August  2:  f  Spenrc.  ll.i.l 


394  LIFE  OF  ADDISON. 

of  fifteen  hundred  pounds  a  year.  His  friends  palliated  this  re- 
linquishment,  of  which  boih  friends  and  enemies  knew  the  true 
reason,  with  an  account  of  declining  health,  and  the  necessity  of 
recess  and  quiet. 

He  now  returned  to  his  vocation,  and  began  to  plan  literary 
occupations  for  his  future  life.  He  purposed  a  tragedy  on  the 
death  of  Socrates  ;  a  story  of  which,  as  Tickell  remarks,  the 
basis  is  narrow,  and  to  which  I  know  not  how  love  could  have 
been  appended.  There  would,  however,  have  been  no  want  eith- 
er of  virtue  in  the  sentiments  or  elegance  in  the  language. 

He  engaged  in  a  nobler  work,  a  defence  of  the  Christian  reli- 
gion, of  which  part  was  published  after  his  death  ;  and  he  de- 
signed to  have  made  a  new  poetical  version  of  the  psalms. 

These  pious  compositions  Pope  imputed  *  to  a  selfish  motive, 
upon  the  credit,  as  he  owns,  of  Tonson  ;  who,  having  quarrelled 
with  Addison,  and  not  loving  him,  said,  that  when  he  laid  down 
the  secretary's  office,  he  intended  to  take  orders,  and  obtain  a 
bishopric  ;  "  for,"  said  he,  "  I  always  thought  him  a  priest  in  his 
heart." 

That  Pope  should  have  thought  this  conjecture  of  Tonson 
worth  remembrance,  is  a  proof,  but  indeed,  so  far  as  I  have  found? 
the  only  proof,  that  he  retained  some  malignity  from  their  an- 
cient rivalry.  Tonson  pretended  but  to  guess  it ;  no  other  mor- 
tal ever  suspected  it ;  and  Pope  might  have  reflected,  that  a  man 
who  had  been  secretary  of  state,  in  the  ministry  of  Sunderland, 
knew  a  nearer  way  to  a  bishopric  than  by  defending  religion  or 
translating  the  psalms. 

It  is  related,  that  he  had  once  a  design  to  make  an  English 
dictionary,  and  that  he  considered  Dr.  Tillotson  as  the  writer  of 
highest  authority.  There  was  formerly  sent  to  me  by  Mr.  Lock- 
er, clerk  of  the  leatherseller's  company,  who  was  eminent  for 
curiosity  and  literature,  a  collection  of  examples  collected  from. 
Tillotson's  works,  as  Locker  said,  by  Addison.  It  came  too  late 
to  be  of  use,  so  I  inspected  it  but  slightly,  and  remembered  it 
indistinctly.  I  thought  the  passages  too  short. 

Addison,  however,  did  not  conclude  his  life  in  peaceful  stud- 
ies ;  but  relapsed,  when  he  was  near  his  end,  to  a  political  dis- 
pute. 


*  s 


pence: 


LIFE  OF  ADDISON.  395 

It  so  happened  that,  1718-19,  a  controversy  was  agitated,  with 
great  vehemence,  between  those  friends  of  long  continuance,  Ad- 
dison  and  Steele.     It  may  be  asked,  in  the  language  of  Homer, 
what  power  or  what  cause  could  set  them   at  variance.     The 
subject  of  their  dispute  was  of  great  importance.     The  earl  of 
Sunderland   proposed  an  act  called  The  Peerage  Bill ;  by  which 
the  number  of  peers  should  be  fixed,  and  the  king  restrained 
from  any  new  creation  of  nobility,  unless  when  an  old  family 
should  be  extinct.     To  this  the  lords  would  naturally  agree  ;  and 
the  king,  who  was  yet  little  acquainted  with  his  own  prerogative, 
and,  as  is  now  well  known,  almost  indifferent  to  the  possessions 
of  the  crown,  had  been  persuaded  to  consent.     The  only  diffi- 
culty was  found  among  the  commdns,  who  were  not  likely  to  ap- 
prove the  perpetual  exclusion  of  themselves  and  tneir  posterity. 
The  bill  therefore  was  eagerly  opposed,  and  among  others  by  sir 
Robert  Wai  pole,  whose  speech  was  published. 

The  lords  might  think  their  dignity  diminished  by  improper 
advancements,  and  particularly  by  the  introduction  of  twelve  new 
peers  at  once,  to  produce  a  majority  of  tories  in  the  last  reign  ; 
an  act  of  authority  violent  enough,  yet  certainly  legal,  and  by  no 
means  to  be  compared  with  that  contempt  of  national  right  with 
which,  some  time  afterward,  by  the  instigation  of  whiggism,  the 
commons,  chosen  by  the  people  for  three  years,  chose  them- 
selves for  seven.  But,  whatever  might  be  the  disposition  of  the 
lords,  the  people  had  no  wish  to  increase  their  power.  The  ten- 
dency of  the  bill,  as  Steele  observed  in  a  letter  to  the  earl  of 
Oxford,  was  to  introduce  an  aristocracy  ;  for  a  majority  in  the 
house  of  lords,  so  limited,  would  have  been  despotic  und  irre- 
sistible. 

To  prevent  this  subversion  of  the  ancient  establishment,  Steele, 
whose  pen  readily  seconded  his  political  passions,  endeavoured 
to  alarm  the  nation,  by  a  pamphlet  called  The  Plebrian.     To  this 
an  answer  was  published  by  Addison,  under  the  title  of  The  Old 
Whig,  in  which  it  is  not  discovered  that  Steele  was  then  known 
to  be  the  advocate  for  the  commons.     Steele  replied  by  a  second 
Plebeian  ;  and,  whether  by  ignorance  or  by  courtesy,  confined 
himself  to  his  question,  without  any  personal  notice  of  his  oppo- 
nent.     Nothing    hitherto  was   committed  against  the   laws  of 
friendship,  or  proprieties  of  decency  ;  but  rontrnvoriists  ranno: 
VOL.  r.  >l 


396  LIFE  OF  ADDISON. 

long  retain  their  kindness  for  each  other.  The  Old  Whig  an- 
swered the  Pi.'bcian,  and  could  not  forbear  some  contempt  of 
"  little  Dicky,  whose  trade  it  was  to  write  pamphlets  "  Dicky, 
however,  did  not  lose  his  settled  veneration  for  his  fiiend  ;  but 
contented  himself  with  quoting  some  lines  of  Cato,  which  were 
at  once  detection  and  reproof.  The  bill  was  laid  aside  during 
that  session  ;  and  Addison  died  belore  the  next,  in  which  its 
commitment  was  rejected  by  two  hundred  and  sixty  five  to  one 
hundred  and  seventy  seven. 

Every  reader  surely  must  regret  that  these  two  illustrious 
friends,  after  so  many  years  passed  in  confidence  and  endearment, 
in  unity  of  interest,  conformity  of  opinion,  and  fellowship  of  study, 
should  finally  part  in  acrimonious  opposition.  Such  a  controversy 
was  u  Bellum  phisriuam  ci-oilc"  as  Lucan  expresses  it.  \Vhy 
could  not  faction  find  other  advocates  ?  but,  among  the  uncer- 
tainties of  the  human  state,  we  are  doomed  to  nuir-ber  the  insta- 
bility of  friendship. 

Of  this  dispute  I  have  little  knowledge  but  from  the  Biogra- 
phia  Briiannica.  The  Old  Whig  is  not  inserted  in  Addi:->on's 
•works,  nor  is  it  mentioned  by  Tickeli  in  his  life  ;  why  it  was 
omitted,  the  biographers  doubtless  give  the  true  reason  ;  the  fact 
was  too  recent,  and  those  who  had  been  heated  in  the  contention 
were  not  yet  cool. 

The  necessity  of  complying  with  times,  and  of  sparing  persons, 
is  the  great  impediment  of  biography.  History  may  be  formed 
from  permanent  monuments  and  records  ;  but  lives  can  only  be 
written  from  personal  knowledge,  which  is  growing  every  day 
less,  and  in  a  short  time  is  lost  for  ever.  What  is  known  can 
seldom  be  immediately  told  ;  and  when  it  might  be  told',  it  is  no 
longer  known.  The  delicate  features  of  the  mind,  the  nice  dis- 
criminations of  character,  and  the  minute  peculiarities  of  conduct) 
are  soon  obliterated  ;  and  it  is  surely  better  that  caprice,  obsti- 
nacy, frolic,  and  folly,  however  they  might  delight  in  the  descrip- 
tion, should  be  silently  forgotten,  than  that,  by  wanton  merriment 
and  unseasonable  detection,  a  pang  should  be  given  to  a  widow, 
a  daughter,  a  brother,  or  a  friend.  As  the  process  of  these  nar- 
ratives is  now  bringing  me  among  my  contemporaries,  I  begin 
to  feel  myself  "  walking  upon  ashes  under  which  the  fire  is  not 
extinguished,"  and  coming-  to  the  time  of  which  it  will  be  proper 
rather  to  say  «  nothing  that  is  false,  than  all  that  is  true.*' 


LIFE  OP  ADDISON.  397 

The  end  of  this  useful  life  was  now  approaching.  Addison 
had  for  some  time  been  oppressed  by  shortness  of  breath,  which 
was  no\v  aggravated  by  a  dropsy  ;  and,  finding  his  danger  press- 
ing, he  prepared  to  die  conformably  to  his  own  precepts  and  pro- 
fessions. 

During  this  lingering  decay,  he  sent,  as  Pope  relates,*  a  mes- 
sage by  the  earl  of  Warwick  to  Mr.  Gay,  desiring  to  see  him. 
Gay,  who  had  not  visited  him  for  some  time  before,  obeyed  the 
summons,  and  found  himself  received  with  great  kindness.  The 
purpose  for  which  the  interview  had  been  solicited  was  then  dis- 
covered. Addison  told  him,  that  he  had  injured  him  ;  but  that, 
if  he  recovered,  he  would  recompense  him.  What  the  injury 
was  he  did  not  explain,  nor  did  Gay  ever  know  ;  but  supposed 
that  some  preferment  designed  for  him,  had,  by  Addison's  inter- 
vention, been  withheld. 

Lord  Warwick  was  a  young  man  of  very  irregular  life,  and 
perhaps  of  loose  opinions.  Addison,  for  whom  he  did  not  want 
respect,  had  very  diligently  endeavoured  to  reclaim  him  ;  but 
his  arguments  and  expostulations  had  no  effect.  One  experi- 
ment, however,  remained  to  be  tried  ;  when  he  found  his  life 
near  its  end,  he  directed  the  young  lord  to  be  called  ;  and  when 
he  desired,  with  great  tenderness,  to  hear  his  last  injunctions, 
told  him,  "  I  have  sent  for  you,  that  you  may  see  how  a  Christian 
can  die."  What  effect  this  awful  scene  had  on  the  earl,  I  know 
not ;  he  likewise  died  himself  in  a  short  time. 

In  Tick  ell's  excellent  elegy  on  his  friend  are  these  lines  ; 

He  taught  us  how  to  live  ;  and,  oh  !  too  high 
The  price  of  knowledge  !  taught  us  how  to  die  ; 

in  which  he  alludes,  as  he  told  Dr.  Young,  to  this   moving  in^ 
terview. 

Having  given  directions  to  Mr.  Tickell  for  the  publication  of 
his  works,  and  dedicated  them  on  his  deathbed  to  his  friend  Mr. 
Craggs,  he  died  June  17,  1719,  at  Holland  house,  leaving  no 
child  but  a  daughter.! 

*  Spence. 

•j-  Who  died  at  Bilton,  in  Warwickshire,  at  a  very  advanced  age,  in  179/" 
<W  Cent  Mag-.  Vol.  LXVII.  p.  '256,  385.     N. 


LIFE  OF  ADDISON. 

Of  his  virtue  it  is  a  sufficient  testimony  that  the  resentment  of 
party  has  transmitted  no  charge  of  any  crime.  He  was  not  one 
of  those  who  are  praised  only  after  death  ;  for  his  merit  was  so 
generally  acknowledged,  that  Swift,  having  observed  that  his 
election  passed  without  a  contest,  adds,  that  if  he  had  proposed 
himself  for  king,  he  would  hardly  have  been  refused. 

His  zeal  for  his  party  did  not  extinguish  his  kindness  for  the 
merit  of  his  opponents  ;  when  he  was  secretary  in  Ireland,  he 
refused  to  intermit  his  acquaintance  with  Swift. 

Of  his  habits,  or  external  manners,  nothing  is  so  often  men- 
tioned as  that  timorous  or  sullen  taciturnity  which  his  friends 
called  modesty  by  too  mild  a  name.  Steele  mentions  with  great 
tenderness  "  that  remarkable  bashfulness,  which  is  a  cloak  that 
hides  and  muffles  merit ;"  and  tells  us,  that  "  his  abilities  were 
covered  only  by  modesty,  which  doubles  the  beauties  which  are 
seen,  and  gives  credit  and  esteem  to  all  that  are  concealed." 
Chesterfield  affirms,  that  "  Addison  was  the  most  timorous  and 
awkward  man  that  he  ever  saw."  And  Addison,  speaking  of 
his  own  deficience  in  conversation,  used  to  say  of  himself,  that, 
with  respect  to  intellectual  wealth,  "  he  could  draw  bills  for  a 
thousand  pounds,  though  he  had  not  a  guinea  in  his  pocket." 

That  he  wanted  current  coin  for  ready  payment,  and  by  that 
want  was  often  obstructed  and  distressed  ;  that  he  was  often  op- 
pressed by  an  improper  and  ungraceful  timidity,  every  testimony 
concurs  to  prove  ;  but  Chesterfield's  representation  is  doubtless 
hyperbolical.  That  man  cannot  be  supposed  very  inexpert  in 
the  arts  of  conversation  and  practice  of  life,  who,  without  fortune 
or  alliance,  by  his  usefulness  and  dexterity,  became  secretary  of 
state  ;  and  who  died  at  forty  seven,  after  having  not  only  stood 
long  in  the  highest  rank  of  wit  and  literature,  but  filled  one  of  the 
most  important  offices  of  state. 

The  time  in  which  he  lived  had  reason  to  lament  his  obstinacy 
of  silence  ;  "  for  he  was,"  says  Steele,  "  above  all  men  in  that 
talent  called  humour,  and  enjoyed  it  in  such  perfection,  that  I 
have  often  reflected,  after  a  night  spent  with  him  apart  from  all  the 
world,  that  I  had  had  the  pleasure  of  conversing  with  an  intimate 
acquaintance  of  Terence  and  Catullus,  who  had  all  their  wit  and 
nature,  heightened  with  humour  more  exquisite  and  delightful 
than  any  other  man  ever  possessed."  This  is  the  fondness  of  n 


LIFE  OF  ADDISON.  399 

friend  ;  let  us  hear  what  is  told  us  by  a  rival .  "  Addison's  con- 
versation,"* says  Pope,  "  had  something  in  it  more  charming 
than  I  have  found  in  any  other  man.  But  this  was  only  when 
familiar  ;  before  strangers,  or  perhaps  a  single  stranger,  he  pre- 
served his  dignity  by  a  stiff  silence." 

This  modesty  was  by  no  means  inconsistent  with  a  very  high 
opinion  of  his  own  merit.  He  demanded  to  be  the  first  name  in 
modern  wit ;  and,  with  Steele  to  echo  him,  used  to  depreciate 
Dryden,  whom  Pope  and  Congreve  defended  against  them.f 
There  is  no  reason  to  doubt  that  he  suffered  too  much  pain  from 
the  prevalence  of  Pope's  poetical  reputation  ;  nor  is  it  without 
strong  reason  suspected,  that  by  some  disingenuous  acts  he  en- 
deavoured to  obstruct  it ;  Pope  was  not  the  only  man  whom  he 
insidiously  injured,  though  the  only  man  of  whom  he  could  be 
afraid. 

His  own  powers  were  such  as  might  have  satisfied  him  with 
conscious  excellence.  Of  very  extensive  learning  he  has  indeed 
given  no  proofs.  He  seems  to  have  had  small  acquaintance  with 
the  sciences,  and  to  have  read  little  except  Latin  and  French  ; 
but  of  the  Latin  poets  his  Dialogues  on  Medals  show  that  he  had 
perused  the  works  with  great  diligence  and  skill.  The  abund- 
ance of  his  own  mind  left  him  little  in  need  of  adventitious  senti- 
ments ;  his  wit  always  could  suggest  what  the  occasion  demand- 
ed. He  had  read  with  critical  eyes  the  important  volume  of 
human  life,  and  knew  the  heart  of  man,  from  the  depths  of  strat- 
agem to  the  surface  of  affectation. 

What  he  knew  he  could  easily  communicate.  "  This,"  says 
Steele,  "  was  particular  in  this  writer,  that,  when  he  had  taken 
his  resolution,  or  made  his  plan  for  what  he  designed  to  write, 
he  would  walk  about  a  room,  and  dictate  it  into  language  with  as 
much  freedom  and  ease  as  any  one  could  write  it  down,  and  at- 
tend to  the  coherence  and  grammar  of  what  he  dictated." 

Pope4  who  can  be  less  suspected  of  favouring  his  memory, 
declares  that  he  wrote  very  fluently,  but  was  slow  and  scrupulous 
in  correcting  ;  that  many  of  his  Spectators  were  written  very 
fast,  and  sent  immediately  to  the  press ;  and  that  it  seemed  t/. 
he  for  his  advantage  not  to  have  time  for  much  revisal. 

*  Spenrn  -j-  Tonson  am]  Spencc 


400  LIFE  OF  ADD1SOK. 

"  He  would  alter,5*  says  Pope,  "  any  thing  to  please  his  friends, 
before  publication  ;  but  would  not  retouch  his  pieces  afterward  ; 
and  I  believe  not  one  word  in  Cato  to  which  I  made  an  objection 
was  suffered  to  stand.*' 

The  last  line  of  Cato  is  Pope's,  having  been  originally  written 

Anc!  oh  !  'twas  this  that  ended  Cato's  life. 

Pope  might  have  made  more  objections  to  the  six  concluding 
lines.  In  the  first  couplet  the  words  "•  from  hence"  are  improp- 
er ;  and  the  second  line  is  taken  from  Dryden's  Virgil.  Of  the 
next  couplet,  the  first  verse,  being  included  in  the  second,  is  there- 
fore useless ;  and  in  the  third  di  .cord  is  made  to  produce  strife. 

Of  the  course  of  Addison's  familiar  day,*  before  his  marriage, 
Pope  has  given  a  detail.  He  had  in  the  house  with  him  Bud- 
geil,  and  perhaps  Philips.  His  chief  companions  were  Steele, 
Budgell,  Philips,  Carey,  Davenant,  and  colonel  Brett.  With 
one  or  other  of  these  he  always  breakfasted.  He  studied  all 
morning,  then  dined  at  a  tavern,  and  went  afterward  to  Button's. 

Button  had  been  a  servant  in  the  countess  of  Warwick's  fam- 
ily, who,  under  the  patronage  of  Addison,  kept  a  coffeehouse  on 
the  south  side  of  Russel  street,  about  two  doors  from  Covent 
garden.  Here  it  was  that  the  wits  of  that  time  used  to  assemble. 
It  is  said,  that  when  Addison  had  suffered  any  vexation  from  the 
countess,  he  withdrew  the  company  from  Button's  house. 

From  the  coffeehouse  he  went  again  to  a  tavern,  where  he 
often  sat  late,  and  drank  too  much  wine.  In  the  bottle,  discon- 
tent seeks  for  comfort,  cowardice  for  courage,  and  bashfulness 
for  confidence.  It  is  not  unlikely  that  Addison  was  first  seduced 
to  excess  by  the  manumission  which  he  obtained  from  the  servile 
timidity  of  his  sober  hours.  He  that  feels  oppression  from  the 
presence  of  those  to  whom  he  knows  himself  superior  will  desire 
to  set  loose  his  powers  of  conversation  ;  and  who  that  ever  asked 
succours  from  Bacchus  was  able  to  preserve  himself  from  being 
enslaved  by  his  auxiliary  ? 

Among  those  friends  it  was  that  Addison  displayed  the  ele- 
gance of  his  colloquial  accomplishments,  which  may  easily  be 
supposed  such  as  Pope  represents  them.  The  remark  of  Mande- 
•ville,  who,  when  he  had  passed  an  evening  in  his  company, 

*  Spence. 


LIFE  OP  ADDISON.  401 

declared  that  he  was  a  parson  in  a  tyewig,  can  detract  little  from 
his  character  ;  he  was  always  reserved  to  strangers,  and  was  not 
incited  to  uncommon  freedom  by  a  character  like  that  of  Man- 
deville. 

From  any  minute  knowledge  of  his  familiar  manners,  the  in- 
tervention of  sixty  years  has  now  debarred  us.  Steele  once 
promised  Congreve  and  the  public  a  complete  description  of  his 
character  ;  but  the  promises  of  authors  are  like  the  vows  of  lovers. 
Steele  thought  no  more  on  his  design,  or  thought  on  it  with 
anxiety  that  at  last  disgusted  him,  and  left  his  friend  in  the  hands 
of  Tickell. 

One  slight  lineament  of  his  character  Swift  has  preserved. 
It  was  his  practice,  when  he  found  any  man  invincibly  wrong,  to 
flatter  his  opinions  by  acquiescence,  and  sink  him  yet  deeper  in 
absurdity.  This  artifice  of  mischief  was  admired  by  Stella  ;  and 
Swift  seems  to  approve  her  admiration. 

His  works  will  supply  some  information.  It  appears,  from 
his  various  pictures  of  the  world,  that,  with  all  his  bashiulness, 
he  had  conversed  with  many  distinct  classes  of  men,  had  survey- 
ed their  ways  with  very  diligent  observation,  and  marked  with 
great  acuteness  the  effects  of  different  modes  of  life.  He  was  a 
man  in  whose  presence  nothing  reprehensible  was  out  of  danger; 
quick  in  discerning  whatever  was  wrong  or  ridiculous,  and  not 
unwilling  to  expose  it.  "  There  are,"  says  Steele,  "  in  his  writ- 
ings many  oblique  strokes  upon  some  of  the  wittiest  men  of  the 
age."  His  delight  was  more  to  excite  merriment  than  detesta- 
tion ;  and  he  detects  follies  rather  than  crimes. 

If  any  judgment  be  made,  from  his  books,  of  his  moral  char- 
acter, nothing  will  be  found  but  purity  and  excellence.  Knowl- 
edge of  mankind,  indeed,  less  extensive  than  that  of  Addison,' 
•will  show,  that  to  write,  and  to  live,  are  very  different.  Muny 
who  praise  virtue  do  no  more  than  praise  it.  Yet  it  is  reason- 
able to  believe  that  Addison's  professions  and  practice  were  at 
no  great  variance,  since,  amidst  that  storm  of  faction  in  which 
most  of  his  life  was  passed,  though  his  station  made  him  con- 
spicuous, and  his  activity  made  him  formidable,  the  character 
given  him  by  his  friends  was  never  contradicted  by  his  enemies  ; 
of  those  with  whom  interest  or  opinion  united  hjm  he  bad 
not  only  the  esteem,  but  the  kindness ;  and  of  others,  whom 


402  LIFE  OF  ADDISON. 

the  violence  of  opposition  drove  against  him,  though  he  might 
lose  the  love,  he  retained  the  reverence. 

It  is  justly  observed  by  Tickell,  that  he  employed  wit  on  the 
side  of  virtue  and  religion.  He  not  only  made  the  proper  use 
of  \vit  himself,  but  taught  it  to  others  ;  and  from  his  time  it  has 
been  generally  subservient  to  the  cause  of  reason  and  of  truth.  He 
has  dissipated  the  prejudice  that  had  long  connected  gaiety  with 
vice,  and  easiness  of  manners  with  laxity  of  principles.  He  has 
restored  virtue  to  its  dignity,  and  taught  innocence  not  to  be 
ashamed.  This  is  an  elevation  of  literary  character,  "  above  all 
Greek,  above  all  Roman  fame."  No  greater  felicity  can  genius 
attain  than  that  of  having  purified  intellectual  pleasure,  separated 
mirth  from  indecency,  and  wit  from  licentiousness ;  of  having 
taught  a  succession  of  writers  to  bring  elegance  and  gaiety  to 
the  aid  of  goodness  ;  and,  if  I  may  use  expressions,  yet  more 
awful,  of  having  "  turned  many  to  righteousness.'* 

Addison  in  his  life,  and  for  some  time  afterward,  was  consid- 
ered by  the  greater  part  of  readers  as  supremely  excelling  both 
in  poetry  and  criticism.  Part  of  his  reputation  may  be  probably 
ascribed  to  the  advancement  of  his  fortune  ;  when,  as  Swift 
observes,  he  became  a  statesman,  and  saw  poets  waiting  at  his 
levee,  it  is  no  wonder  that  praise  was  accumulated  upon  him. 
Much  likewise  may  be  more  honourably  ascribed  to  his  personal 
character ;  he  who,  if  he  had  claimed  it,  might  have  obtained 
the  diadem,  was  not  likely  to  be  denied  the  laurel. 

But  lime  quickly  puts  an  end  to  artificial  and  accidental  fame  ; 
and  Addison  is  to  pass  through  futurity  protected  only  by  his 
genius.  Every  name  which  kindness  or  interest  once  raised  too 
high,  is  in  danger,  lest  the  next  age  should,  by  the  vengeance  of 
criticism,  sink  it  in  the  same  proportion.  A  great  writer  has 
lately  styled  him  "  an  indifferent  poet  and  a  worse  critic." 

His  poetry  is  first  to  be  considered  ;  of  which  it  must  be  con- 
fessed that  it  has  not  often  those  felicities  of  diction  which  give 
lustre  to  sentiments,  or  that  vigour  of  sentiment  that  animates 
diction  ;  there  is  little  of  ardour,  vehemence,  or  transport ;  there 
is  very  rarely  the  awfulness  of  grandeur,  and  not  very  often  the 
splendour  of  elegance.  He  thinks  justly  ;  but  he  thinks  faintly. 
This  is  his  general  character ;  to  which,  doubtless,  many  single 
passages  will  furnish  exceptions. 


LIFE  OF  ADDISOX.  4G3 

Yet,  if  he  seldom  reaches  supreme  excellence,  he  rarely  sinks 
into  dulness,  and  is  still  more  rarely  entangled  in  absurdity.  He 
did  not  trust  his  powers  enough  to  be  negligent.  There  is  in 
most  of  his  compositions  a  calmness  and  equability,  deliberate 
and  cautious,  sometimes  with  little  that  delights,  but  seldom  with 
any  thing  that  offends. 

Of  this  kind  seem  to  be  his  poems  to  Drydcn,  to  Somers,  and 
to  the  king.  His  ode  on  St.  Cecilia  has  been  imitated  by  Pope, 
and  has  something  in  it  of  Drydcn's  vigour.  Of  his  account  of 
the  English  poets,  he  used  to  speak  as  a  "  poor  thing  ;"*  but  it 
is  not  worse  than  his  usual  strain.  He  has  said,  not  very  judi- 
ciously, in  his  character  of  Waller, 

Thy  verse  could  show  ev'n  Cromwell's  innocence, 
And  compliment  the  storms  that  bore  him  hence. 
O!  had  thy  muse  not  come  an  age  too  soon. 
But  seen  great  Nassau  on  the  British  throne, 
How  had  his  triumph  glitter'd  in  thy  page  ! 

What  is  this  but  to  say,  that  he  who  could  compliment  Crom*- 
well  had  been  the  proper  poet  for  king  William  ?  Addison,  how- 
ever, never  printed  the  piece. 

The  letter  from  Italy  has  been  always  praised,  but  has  never 
been  praised  beyond  its  merit.  It  is  more  correct,  with  less  ap- 
pearance of  labour,  and  more  elegant,  with  less  ambition  of  orna- 
ment, than  any  other  of  his  poems.  There  is,  however,  one 
broken  metaphor,  of  which  notice  may  properly  be  taken. 

Fir'd  with  that  name  ; 
I  bridle  in  my  struggling  muse  with  pain, 
That  longs  to  launch  into  a  nobler  strain. 

To  bridle  a  goddess  is  no  very  delicate  idea  ;  but  why  must 
she  be  bridled  ?  because  she  longs  to  launch  ;  an  act  which  was 
never  hindered  by  a  bridle  ;  and  whither  will  she  launch  ?  into 
a  nobler  strain.  She  is  in  the  first  line  a  horse,  in  the  second  a 
boat  ;  and  the  care  of  the  poet  is  to  keep  his  horse  or  his  boat 
from  singing. 

The  next  composition  is  the  far  famed  Campaign,  which  Dr. 
Warton  has  termed  a  "  Gazette  in  Rhyme,"  with  harshness  not 
often  used  by  the  good  nature  of  his  criticism.  Before  a  cen- 
sure so  severe  is  admitted,  let  us  consider  that  war  is  a  freouent 

*  Spence. 
VOL.  I.  52 


404  LIFE  OF  ADDISON. 

subject  of  poetry,  and  then  inquire  who  has  described  it  with 
more  justness  and  force.  Many  of  our  own  writers  tried  their 
powers  upon  this  year  of  victory  ;  yet  Addison's  is  confessedly 
thc  best  performance  ;  his  poem  is  the  work  of  a  man  not  blind- 
ed by  the  dust  of  learning  ;  his  images  are  not  borrowed  merely 
from  books.  The  superiority  which  he  confers  upon  his  hero 
is  not  personal  prowess,  and  "  mighty  bone,"  but  deliberate  in- 
trepidity, a  calm  command  of  his  passions,  and  the  power  of  con- 
sulting his  own  mind  in  the  midst  of  danger.  The  rejection 
and  contempt  of  fiction  is  rational  and  manly. 

It  may  be  observed  that  the  last  line  is  imitated  by  Pope. 

Marlb'rough's  exploits  appear  divinely  bright  ; 
ItaisM  of  themselves,  their  genuine  charms  they  boast, 
And  those  that  paint  them  truest,  praise  them  most. 

This  Pope  had  in  his  thoughts  ;  but  not  knowing  how  to  Ubc 
what  was  not  his  own,  he  spoiled  the  thought  when  he  had  bor- 
rowed it. 

The  v,-ell  sung  woes  shall  sooth  my  pensive  ghost  ; 
He  best  can  paint*  them  who  shall  feel  them  most. 

Martial  exploits  may  be  painted  ;  perhaps  woes  may  \wpuintcd  ; 
but  they  are  surely  not  jminted  by  being  welt  swig  ;  it  is  not  easy 
to  paint  in  song,  or  to  sing  in  colours. 

No  passage  in  the  Campaign  has  been  more  often  mentioned 
than  the  simile  of  the  angel,  which  is  said  in  the  Tatler  to  be  "  one 
of  the  noblest  thoughts  that  ever  entered  into  the  heart  of  man," 
and  is  therefore  worthy  of  attentive  consideration.  Let  it  be  fir- 
inquired  whether  it  be  a  simile.  A  poetical  simile  is  the  dis 
covery  of  likeness  between  two  actions,  in  their  general  nature 
dissimilar,  or  of  causes  terminating  by  different  operations  in 
some  resemblance  of  effect.  But  the  mention  of  another  like 
consequence  from  a  like  cause,  or  of  a  like  performance  by  a 
like  agency,  is  not  a  simile,  but  an  exemplification.  It  is  not  a 
simile  to  say  that  the  Thames  waters  fields,  as  the  Po  waters 
fields  ;  or  that  as  Hecla  vomits  flames  in  Iceland,  so  _/Etna  vom- 
its flames  in  Sicily.  When  Horace  says  of  Pindar,  that  he  pours 
his  violence  and  rapidity  of  verse,  as  a  river  swoln  with  rain  rush- 
es from  the  mountain,  or  of  himself,  that  his  genius  wanders  in 

•  "  Paint"  means,  says  Dr.  Warton,  express  or  describe  them.    C. 


LIFE  OF  ADDISON.  405 

i        — 

4\iest  of  poetical  decorations,  as  the  bee  wanders  to  collect  hon- 
ey ;  he.  in  either  case,  produces  a  simile  ;  the  mind  is  impress- 
ed with  the  resemblance  of  things  generally  unlike,  as  unlike 
as  intellect  and  body.  But  if  Pindar  had  been  described  as  writ- 
ing with  the  copiousness  and  grandeur  of  Homer,  or  Horace 
had  told  that  he  reviewed  and  finished  his  own  poetry  with  the 
same  care  as  Isocrates  polished  his  orations,  instead  of  similitude 
he  would  have  exhibited  almost  identity  ;  he  would  have  given 
the  same  portraits  with  different  names.  In  the  poem  now  ex- 
amined, Avhen  the  English  are  represented  as  gaining  a  fortified 
pass,  by  repetition  of  attack,  and  perseverance  of  resolution  ;  their 
obstinacy  of  courage,  and  vigour  of  onset,  is  well  illustrated  by 
the  sea  that  breaks,  with  incessant  battery,  the  dikes  of  Holland. 
This  is  a  simile  ;  but  when  A ddison,  having  celebrated  the  beauty 
of  Marlborough' s  person,  tells  us,  that  "  Achilles  thus  was  formed 
with  every  grace,"  here  is  no  simile,  but  a  mere  exemplifi- 
cation. A  simile  may  be  compared  to  lines  converging  at  a 
point,  and  is  more  excellent  as  the  lines  approach  from  greater 
distance  ;  an  exemplification  may  be  considered  as  two  parallel 
lines  which  run  on  together  without  approximation,  never  far 
separated,  and  never  joined. 

Marlborough  is  so  like  the  angel  in  the  poem,  that  the  action 
of  both  is  almost  the  same,  and  performed  by  both  in  the  same 
manner.  Marlborough  "  teaches  the  battle  to  rage  ;"  the  an- 
gel "  directs  the  storm  ;"  Marlborough  is  "  unmoved  in  peace- 
ful thought  ;"  the  angel  is  "  calm  and  serene  ;"  Marlborough 
stands  "  unmoved  amidst  the  shock  of  hosts  ;"  the  angel  rides 
<;  calm  in  the  whirlwind."  The  lines  on  Marlborough  are  just 
and  noble  ;  but  the  simile  gives  almost  the  same  images  a  sec- 
ond time. 

Bat  perhaps  this  thought,  though  hardly  a  simile,  was  remote 
from  vulgar  conceptions,  and  required  great  labour  of  research, 
or  dexterity  of  application.  Of  this,  Dr.  Madden,  a  name  which 
Ireland  ought  to  honour,  once  gave  me  his  opinion.  "  If  I  had 
set,"  said  he  "  ten  schoolboys  to  write  on  the  battle  of  Blenheim, 
and  eight  had  brought  me  the  angel,  I  should  not  have  been  sur- 
prised." 

The  opera  of  Rosamond,  though  it  is  seldom  mentioned,  is 
we  of  the  first  of  Addison's  compositions.  The  subject  is  well 


LIFE  OF  ADD1SON. 
t.hoscn,  the  fiction  is  pleasing}  and  the  praise  of  Marlborough, 

i » 

KW  which  the  scene  gives  an  opportunity,  is,  what  perhaps  every 
human  excellence  must  be,  the  product  of  good  luck,  improved 
by  genius.  The  thoughts  are  sometimes  great,  and  sometimes 
tender  ;  the  versification  is  easy  and  gay.  There  is  doubt  U:ss> 
some  advantage  in  the  shortness  of  the  lines,  which  there  is  lit- 
tle temptation  to  load  with  expletive  epithets.  The  dialogue 
seems  commonly  better  than  the  songs.  The  two  comic  charac- 
ters of  sir  Trusty  and  Grideline,  though  of  no  great  value,  are  yet 
such  as  the  poet  intended.*  Sir  Trusty's  account  of  the  death  of 
Rosamond  is,  I  think,  too  grossly  absurd.  The  whole  drama  is 
airy  and  elegant  ;  engaging  in  its  process,  and  pleasing  in  its 
conclusion.  If  Addison  had  cultivated  the  lighter  parts  of  poe- 
try, he  would  probably  have  excelled. 

The  tragedy  of  Cato,  which,  contrary  to  the  rule  observed  in 
selecting  the  works  of  other  poets,  has  by  the  weight  of  its  char- 
acter forced  its  way  into  the  late  collection,  is  unquestionably  the 
noblest  production  of  Addison's  genius.  Of  a  work  so  much 
read,  it  is  difficult  to  say  any  thing  new.  About  things  on  which 
the  public  thinks  long,  it  commonly  attains  to  think  right  ;  and  of 
Cato  it  has  been  not  unjustly  determined,  that  it  is  rather  a  poem 
in  dialogue  than  a  drama,  rather  a  succession  of  just  sentiments 
in  elegant  language,  than  a  representation  of  natural  affections,  or 
of  any  state  probable  or  possible  in  human  life.  Nothing  here 
"  excites  or  assuages  emotion  ;"  here  is  "  no  magical  power  of 
raising  fantastic  terror  or  wild  anxiety."  The  events  are  ex- 
pected without  solicitude,  and  are  remembered  without  joy  or 
sorrow.  Of  the  agents  we  have  no  care  ;  we  consider  not  what 
they  are  doing,  or  what  they  arc  suffering  ;  we  wish  only  to  know 
what  they  have  to  say.  Cato  is  a  being  above  our  solicitude  ;  a 
man  of  whom  the  gods  take  care,  and  whom  we  leave  to  their 
care  with  heedless  confidence.  To  the  rest  neither  gods  nor  men 
ean  have  much  attention  ;  for  there  is  not  one  among  them  that 
strongly  attracts  either  affection  or  esteem.  But  they  are  made  the 
vehicles  of  such  sentiments  and  such  expression,  that  there  is 
scarcely  a  scene  in  the  play  which  the  reader  docs  not  wish  to 
impress  upon  his  memory. 

*  But,  according;  to  Dr.  Warton,  "  ought  not  to  have  intended.'*    C- 


.LIFE  OF  ADDISON-  407 

When  Cato  was  shown  to  Pope,*  he  advised  the  author  to 
print  it,  without  any  theatrical  exhibition  ;  supposing  that  it 
would  be  read  more  favourably  than  heard.  Addison  declared 
himself  of  the  same  opinion ;  but  urged  the  importunity  of  his 
friends  for  its  appearance  on  the  stage.  The  emulation  of  par- 
ties made  it  successful  beyond  expectation ;  and  its  success  has 
introduced  or  confirmed  among-  us  the  use  of  dialogue  too  de- 
clamatory, of  unaffecting  elegance,  and  chill  philosophy. 

The  universality  of  applause,  however  it  might  quell  the  cen- 
sure of  common  mortals,  had  no  other  effect  than  to  harden 
Dennis  in  fixed  dislike  ;  but  his  dislike  was  not  merely  capri- 
cious. He  found  and  showed  many  faults  ;  he  showed  them 
indeed  with  anger,  but  he  found  them  with  acuteness,  such  as 
ought  to  rescue  his  criticism  from  oblivion ;  though,  at  last,  it 
yvill  have  no  other  life  than  it  derives  from  the  work  which  it 
endeavours  to  oppress. 

Why  he  pays  no  regard  to  the  opinion  of  the  audience,  he 
gives  his  reason,  by  remarking,  that, 

"  A  deference  is  to  be  paid  to  a  general  applause,  when  it 
appears  that  that  applause  is  natural  and  spontaneous  ;  but  that 
little  regard  is  to  be  had  to  it,  when  it  is  affected  and  artificial. 
Of  all  the  tragedies  which  in  his  memory  have  had  vast  and  vio- 
lent runs,  not  one  has  been  excellent,  few  have  been  tolerable, 
most  have  been  scandalous.  When  a  poet  writes  a  tragedy, 
who  knows  he  has  judgment,  and  who  feels  he  has  genius,  that 
poet  presumes  upon  his  own  merit,  and  scorns  to  make  a  cabal. 
That  people  come  coolly  to  the  representation  of  such  a  tragedy, 
without  any  violent  expectation,  or  delusive  imagination,  or  in- 
vincible prepossession  ;  that  such  an  audience  is  liable  to  receive 
the  impressions  which  the  poem  shall  naturally  make  on  them, 
and  to  judge  by  their  own  reason,  and  their  own  judgments, 
and  that  reason  and  judgment  are  calm  and-  serene,  not  formed 
by  nature  to  make  proselytes,  and  to  control  and  lord  it  over 
the  imaginations  of  others.  But  that  when  an  author  writes  a 
tragedy,  who  knows  he  has  neither  genius  nor  judgment,  he  has 
recourse  to  the  making  a  party,  and  he  endeavours  to  make  up 
in  industry  what  is  wanting  in  talent,  and  to  supply  by  poetical 
craft  the  absence  of  poetical  art ;  that  such  an  author  is  humbly 


OF  ADDISO.N 

contented  to  raise  men's  passions  by  a  plot  -without  doors,  since 
.be  despairs  of  doing  it  by  that  which  he  brings  upon  the  stage. 
That  party,  and  passion,  and  prepossession,  are  clamorous  and 
tumultuous  things  and  so  much  the  more  clamorous  and  tumul- 
tuous by  how  much  the  more  erroneous  ;  that  they  domineer 
and  tyrannize  over  the  imaginations  of  persons  who  want  judg- 
ment, and  sometimes  too  of  those  who  have  it  ;  and,  like  a  fierce 
and  outrageous  torrent,  bear  down  all  opposition  before  them." 

He  then  condemns  the  neglect  of  poetical  justice  ;  which  is 
ihvays  one  of  his  favourite  principles. 

"  'Tis  certainly  the  duty  of  every  tragic  poet,  by  the  exact  dis- 
tribution of  poetical  justice,  to  imitate  the  divine  dispensation,  and 
to  inculcate  a  particular  providence.  'Tis  true,  indeed,  upon  the 
stage  of  the  world,  the  wicked  sometimes  prosper,  and  the  guilt- 
less suffer.  But  that  is  permitted  by  the  governor  of  the  world, 
to  show,  from  the  attribute  of  his  infinite  justice,  that  there  is 
a  compensation  in  futurity,  to  prove  the  immortality  of  the  hu- 
man soul,  and  the  certainty  of  future  rewards  and  punishments. 
But  the  poetical  persons  in  tragedy  exist  no  longer  than  the. 
reading  or  the  representation ;  the  whole  extent  of  their  entity- 
is  circumscribed  by  those  ;  and  therefore,  during  that  reading 
or  representation,  according  to  their  merits  or  demerits,  they 
must  be  punished  or  rewarded.  If  this  is  not  done,  there  is  no 
impartial  distribution  of  poetical  justice,  no  instructive  lecture  of 
a  particular  providence,  and  no  imitation  of  the  divine  dispen- 
sation. And  yet  the  author  of  this  tragedy  does  not  only  run 
counter  to  this,  in  the  fate  of  his  principal  character  ;  but  eve- 
ry where,  throughout  it,  makes  virtue  suffer,  and  vice  triumph  ; 
for  not  only  Cato  is  vanquished  by  Cesar, but  the  treachery  andper- 
fidiousness  of  Syphax  prevails  over  the  honest  simplicity  and  the 
credulity  of  Juba;  and  the  sly  subtlety  and  dissimulation  of  Portius 
over  the  generous  frankness  and  open  heartedness  of  Marcus." 

Whatever  pleasure  there  may  be  in  seeing  crimes  punished 
and  virtue  rewarded,  yet,  since  wickedness  often  prospers  in  real 
life,  the  poet  is  certainly  at  liberty  to  give  it  prosperity  on  the 
stage.  For  if  poetry  has  an  imitation  of  reality,  how  are  its 
laws  broken  by  exhibiting  the  world  in  its  true  form  ?  The  stage 
may  sometimes  gratify  our  wishes  ;  but,  if  it  be  truly  the  "  mir- 
ror  of  life,"  it  ought  to  show  us  sometimes  what  we  are  to  expect. 


LIFE  OF  ADDISON. 

Dennis  objects  to  the  characters,  that  they  are  not  natural,  nor 
reasonable  ;  but  as  heroes  and  heroines  are  not  beings  that  are 
seen  every  day,  it  is  hard  to  find  upon  what  principles  their  con- 
duct shall  be  tried.  It  is,  however,  not  useless  to  consider  what 
he  says  of  the  manner  in  which  Cato  receives  the  account  of  his 
son's  death. 

"  Nor  is  the  grief  of  Cato,  in  the  fourth  act,  one  jot  more  in 
nature  than  that  of  his  son  and  Lucia  in  the  third.     Cato  re- 
ceives the  news  of  his   son's  death  not  only  with  dry  eyes,  but 
with  a  sort  of  satisfaction  ;  and  in  the  same  page  sheds  tears  for 
the  calamity  of  his  country,  and  does  the  same  thing  in  the  next 
page  upon  the  bare  apprehension  of  the  danger  of  his  friends. 
Now,  since  the  love  of  one's  country  is  the  love  of  one's  coun- 
trymen, as  I  have  shown  upon  another  occasion,  I  desire  to  ask 
these  questions.     Of  all  our  countrymen,  which  do  we  love  most, 
those  whom  we  know,  or  those  whom  we  know  not  ?  And  of  those- 
whom  we  know,  which  do  we  cherish  most,  our  friends  or  our 
enemies  ?  And  of  our  friends,  which  are  the  dearest  to  us,  those 
who  are  related  to  us,  or  those  who  are  not :   And  of  all  our  re- 
lations, for  which  have  we  most  tenderness,  for  those  who  are 
near  to  us,  or  for  those  who  are   remote  ?    And  of  our  near 
relations,  which  are  the  nearest,  and  consequently  the  dearest 
to  us,  our  offspring,  or  others  ?  Our  offspring,  most  certainly  ; 
as  nature,  or  in  other  words,  Providence,  has  wisely  contrived 
for  the  preservation  of  mankind.     Now,  does  it  not  follow,  from 
what  has  been  said,  that  for  a  man  to  receive  the  news  of  his 
son's  death  with  dry  eyes,  and  to  weep  at  the  same  time  for  the 
calamities  of  his  country,  is  a  wretched  affectation,  and  a  miser- 
able inconsistency  ?  Is  not  that,  in  plain  English,  to  receive  with 
dry  eyes  the  news  of  the  deaths  of  those  for  whose  sake  our 
country  is  a  name  so  dear  to  us,  and  at  the   same  time  to  shed 
tears  for  those  for  whose  sakes  our  country  is  not  a  name  so  dear 
to  us  ?" 

But  this  formidable  assailant  is  least  resistible  when  he  attacks 
the  probability  of  the  action,  and  the  reasonableness  of  the  plan. 
Every  critical  reader  must  remark,  that  Addison  has,  with  a 
scrupulosity  almost  unexampled  on  the  English  stage,  confined 
himself  in  time  to  a  single  day,  and  in  place  to  rigorous  unity. 
The  scene  never  change?,  and  the  whole  action  of  the 'play  passes 


41O  LIFE  OF  ADDISOX. 

in  the  great  hall  of  Cato's  house  at  Utica.  Much  therefore  is 
done  in  the  hull,  for  which  any  other  place  would  be  more  fit  ; 
and  this  impropriety  affords  Dennis  many  hints  of  merriment,  and 
opportunities  of  triumph.  The  passage  is  long  ;  but  as  such 
disquisitions  are  not  common,  and  the  objections  are  skilfully 
formed  and  vigorously  urged,  those  who  delight  in  critical  con- 
troversy will  not  think  it  tedious. 

"  Upon  the  departure  of  Portius,  Sempronius  makes  but  one 
soliloquy,  and  immediately  in  comes  Syphax,  and  then  the  two 
politicians  are  at  it  immediately.  They  lay  their  heads  together, 
•with  their  snuffboxes  in  their  hands,  as  Mr.  Bayes  has  it,  and 
fcague  it  away.  But,  in  the  midst  of  that  wise  scene,  Syphax 
seems  to  give  a  seasonable  caution  to  Sempronius. 


.     But  is  it  true,  Sempronius,  that  your  senate; 
Is  called  together  ?  Gods  !  thou  must  be  cautious; 
Cato  has  piercing  eyes. 

"  There  is  a  great  deal  of  caution  shown  indeed,  in  meeting  in 
a  governor's  own  hall  to  carry  on  their  plot  against  him.  What- 
ever opinion  they  have  of  his  eyes,  I  suppose  they  have  none  of 
his  ears,  or  they  would  never  have  talked  at  this  foolish  rate  so 
near. 

"  Gods  !  thou  must  be  cautious. 

"  Oh  !  yes,  very  cautious  ;  for  if  Calo  should  overhear  you,  and 
turn  you  off  for  politicians,  Cesar  would  never  take  you  ;  no, 
Cesar  would  never  take  you. 

"  When  Cato,  act  II.  turns  the  senators  out  of  the  hall,  upon 
pretence  of  acquainting  Juba  with  the  result  of  their  debates,  he 
appears  to  me  to  do  a  thing  which  is  neither  reasonable  nor 
civil.  Juba  might  certainly  have  better  been  made  acquainted 
with  the  result  of  that  debate  in  some  private  apartment  of  the 
palace.  But  the  poet  was  driven  upon  this  absurdity  to  make 
%vay  for  another  ;  and  that  is,  to  give  Juba  an  opportunity  to  de- 
mand Marcia  of  her  father.  But  the  quarrel  and  rage  of  Juba  and 
Syphax,  in  the  same  act  ;  the  invectives  of  Syphax  against  the 
Romans  and  Cato  ;  the  advice  that  he  gives  Juba,  in  her  father's 
hall,  to  bear  away  Marcia  by  force  ;  and  his  brutal  and  clamorous 
rage  upon  his  refusal,  and  at  a  time  when  Cato  was  scarcely 
out  of  sight,  and  perhaps  not  out  of  hearing,  at  least,  some  of 


LIFE  OF  ADBISON. 


411 


his  guards  or  domestics  must  necessarily  be  supposed  to  be 
within  healing  ;  is  a  thing  thit  is  so  far  from  being  probable, 
that  it  is  hardly  possible, 

"  Sempronius,  in  the  second  act,  comes  back  once  more  in 
the  same  morning  to  the  governor's  hall,  to  carry  on  the  con- 
spiracy with  Syphax  against  the  governor,  his  country,  and  his 
family  ;  which  is  so  stupid  that  it  is  below  the  wisdom  of  the 
O — -'s,  the  Mac's,  and  the  Teague's  ;  even  Eustace  Commins 
himself  would  never  have  gone  to  justice  hall,  to  have  conspired 
against  the  government.  If  officers  at  Portsmouth  should  lay 
their  heads  together,  in  order  to  the  carrying  off  *  J — G — *s 
niece  or  daughter,  would  they  meet  in  J— G— -'s  hall,  to  carry 
on  that  conspiracy  ?  There  would  be  no  necessity  for  their 
meeting  there,  at  least  till  they  came  to  the  execution  of  their 
plot,  because  there  would  be  other  places  to  meet  in.  There 
would  be  no  probability  that  they  should  meet  there,  because 
there  would  be  places  more  private  and  more  commodious. 
Now  there  ought  to  be  nothing  in  a  tragical  action  but  what  is 
necessary  or  probable. 

"  But  treason  is  not  the  only  thing  that  is  carried  on  in  this 
hall ;  that,  and  love,  and  philosophy,  take  their  turns  in  it,  with- 
out any  manner  of  necessity  or  probability  occasioned  by  the  ac- 
tion, as  duly  and  as  regularly,  without  interrupting  one  another, 
as  if  there  were  a  triple  league  between  them,  and  a  mutual 
agreement  that  each  should  give  place  to,  and  make  way  for,  the 
other,  in  a  due  and  orderly  succession. 

"  We  come  now  to  the  third  act.  Sempronius,  in  this  act, 
conies  into  the  governor's  hall,  with  the  leaders  of  the  mutiny  ; 
but,  as  soon  as  Cato  is  gone,  Sempronius,  who  but  just  before 
had  acted  like  an  unparalleled  knave,  discovers  himself,  like  an 
•egregious  fool,  to  be  an  accomplice  in  the  conspiracy. 

"  Semp.    Know,  A-iilai;is,  when  such  paltry  slaves  presume 
To  mix  in  treason,  if  the  plot  succeeds, 
They're  thrown  neglected  by  ;  but,  if  it  fails, 
They're  sure  to  die  like  dogs,  as  you  shall  do. 
Here,  take  these  factious  monsters,  drag  them  forth 
To  sudden  death — 

*  The  person  meant  by  the  initials  J.  G.  is  sir  John  Gibson,  lieutenant 
governor  of  Portsmouth  in  the  year  1710,  and  afterward.  He  was  much  be- 
hoved in  the  army,  and  by  the  common  soldiors  called  Jilmmt  Gibson.  H. 

YOT,.  r.  53 


412  JJFE  OF  ADD1SON. 

"  'Tis  true,  indeed,  the  second  lender  says,  there  arc  none 
there  but  friends  ;  but  is  that  possible  at  such  a  juncture  ?  Can 
a  parcel  of  rogues  attempt  to  assassinate  the  governor  of  a  town 
of  war,  in  his  own  house,  in  midday  ?  and,  after  they  are  discov- 
ered, and  defeated,  can  there  be  none  near  them  but  friends  ?  Is 
it  not  plain,  from  these  words  of  Sempronius, 

"  Here,  take  these  factious  monsters,  drag  them  forth 
To  sudden  death — 

"  and  from  the  entrance  of  the  guards  upon  the  word  of  com- 
mand, that  those  guards  were  within  earshot  ?  Behold  Sempro- 
nius  then  palpably  discovered.  How  comes  it  to  pass,  then,  that 
instead  of  being  hanged  up  with  the  rest,  he  remains  secure  in 
the  governor's  hall,  and  there  carries  on  his  conspiracy  against 
the  government,  the  third  time  in  the  same  day,  with  his  old 
comrade  Syphax,  who  enters  at  the  same  time  that  the  guards 
are  carrying  away  the  leaders,  big  with  the  news  of  the  defeat  of 
Sempronius  ;  though  where  he  had  his  intelligence  so  soon  is 
difficult  to  imagine  ?  And  now  the  reader  may  expect  a  very  ex- 
traordinary scene  ;  there  is  not  abundance  of  spirit  indeed,  nor  a 
great  deal  of  passion,  but  there  is  wisdom  more  than  enough  to 
supply  all  defects. 

"  Syph    Our  first  design,  my  friend,  has  prov'd  abortive  ; 

Still  there  remains  an  after  game  to  play  ; 

My  troops  are  mounted,  their  Numidian  steeds 

Snuff  up  the  winds,  and  long  to  scour  the  desert. 

Let  but  Sempronius  lead  us  in  our  flight, 

We'll  force  the  gate,  where  Marcus  keeps  his  guard, 

And  hew  down  all  that  would  oppose  our  passage  ; 

A  day  Avill  bring  us  into  Cesai*'s  camp. 

"  Semp.  Confusion  !  I  have  failed  of  half  my  purpose  ; 
Marcia,  the  charming  Marcia's  left  behind. 

"  Well !  but  though  he  tells  us  the  half  purpose  he  has  failed 
of,  he  does  not  tell  us  the  half  that  he  has  curried.  But  what 
does  he  mean  by 

"  Marcia,  the  charming  Marcia's  left  behind  ? 

"  He  is  now  in  her  own  house  ;  and  we  have  neither  seen  her, 
nor  heard  of  her,  any  where  else  since  the  play  began.  But  now 
let  us  hear  Syphax  ; 


LIFE  OF  ADDISON;  413 

"  What  hinders  then,  but  that  thou  find  her  out, 
And  hurry  her  away  by  manly  force  ? 

u  But  what  does  old  Syphax  mean  by  finding  her  out  ?  They, 
talk  as  if  she  were  as  hard  to  be  found  as  a  hare  in  a  frosty 
morning. 

"  Semp.  But  how  to  gain  admission  ! 
rt  Oh  !  she  is  found  out  then,  it  seems. 

"  But  how  to  gain  admission !  for  access 
Is  given  to  none,  but  Juba  and  her  brothers. 

6t  But,  raillery  apart,  why  access  to  Juba  ?  For  he  was  owned 
and  received  as  a  lover  neither  by  the  father  nor  by  the  daughter. 
Well  I  but  let  that  pass.  Syphax  puts  Sempronius  out  of  pain 
immediately  ;  and,  being  a  Numidian,  abounding  in  wiles,  sup- 
plies him  with  a  stratagem  for  admission  that,  I  believe,  is  a  non- 
pareil. 

*'  Syph.  Thou  shah  have  Juba's  dress,  and  Juba's  guards  ; 
The  doors  will  open  when  Numidia's  prince 
Seems  to  appear  before  them. 

"  Sempronius  is,  it  seems,  to  pass  for  Juba  in  full  day  at  Ca- 
to's  house,  where  they  were  both  so  very  well  known,  by  having 
Juba's  dress  and  his  guards ;  as  if  one  of  the  marshals  of  France 
could  pass  for  the  duke  of  Bavaria  at  noonday,  at  Versailles,  by 
having  his  dress  and  liveries.  But  how  does  Syphax  pretend  to 
help  Sempronius  to  young  Juba's  dress  ?  Does  he  serve  him  in 
a  double  capacity,  as  general  and  master  of  his  wardrobe  ?  But 
why  Juba's  guards  ?  For  the  devil  of  any  guards  has  Juba  ap- 
peared with  yet.  Well  1  though  this  is  a  mighty  politic  inven- 
tion, yet  methinks,  they  might  have  done  without  it ;  for,  since 
the  advice  that  Syphax  gave  to  Sempronius  was, 

"  To  hurry  her  away  by  manly  force, 

"  in  my  opinion,  the  shortest  and  likeliest  way  of  coming  at  the 
lady  was  by  demolishing,  instead  of  putting  on  an  impertinent 
disguise  to  circumvent  two  or  three  slaves.  But  Sempronius,  it 
seems,  is  of  another  opinion.  He  extols  to  the  skies  the  inven- 
tion of  old  Syphax  ; 

"  Sonp.  Heavens !  what  a  thought  was  there  ! 


414  LIFE  OF  ATmiSOX. 

"  Now  I  anpeal  to  the  reader  if  I  have  not  been  as  rood  as 

•    I  O 

my  word.     Did  I  not  tell  him,  that  I  would  lay  before  him  a  very 
wise  scene  ? 

"  But  now  let  us  lay  before  the  reader  (hat  part  of  the  scenery 
of  the  fourth  act,  which  may  show  the  absurdities  which  the  au- 
thor has  run  into,  through  the  indiscreet  observance  of  the  unity 
of  place.     I  do  not  remember  that  Aristotle  has  said  any  thing 
expressly  concerning  the  unity  of  place.     'Tis  true,  implicitly  he 
has  said  enough  in  the  rules  which   he  has  laid  down  for  the 
chorus.     For,  by  making  the  chorus  an  essential  part  of  tragedy, 
and  by  bringing  it  on  the  stage  immediately  after  the  opening  of 
the  scene,  and  retaining  it  there  till  the  very  catastrophe,  he  has  so 
determined  and  fixed  the  place  of  action,  that  it  was  impossible  for 
an  author  on  the  Grecian  stage  to  break  through   that  unity.     I 
am  of  opinion,  that  if  a  modern  tragic  poet  can  preserve  the  unity 
of  place  without  destroying  the  probability  of  the  incidents,  'tis 
always  best  for  him  to  do  it  ;  because,  by  the  preserving  of  that 
unity,  as  we  have  taken  notice  above,  he  adds  grace,  and  clear- 
ness, and  comeliness,  to  the  representation.     But  since  there  are 
no  express  rules  about  it  and  we  are  under  no  compulsion  to  keep 
it,  since  we  have  no  chorus  as  the  Grecian  poet  had,  if  it  c,..ni.ot 
be  preserved  without  rendering  the  greater  part  of  the  incidents 
unreasonable  and  absurd,  and  perhaps  sometimes  monstrous,  'tis 
certainly  better  to  break  it. 

"  Now  comes  bully  Sempronius,  comically  accoutred  and 
equipped  with  his  Numidian  dress  and  his  Numidiun  guards.  Let 
the  reader  attend  to  him  with  all  his  ears  ;  for  the  words  of  the 
wise  are  precious. 


i- 


Semp.  The  deer  is  lodg'd,  I've  tracked  her  to  her  covert. 


"  Now  I  would  fain  know  why  this  deer  is  said  to  be  lodged, 
since  wrc  have  not  heard  one  word,  since  the  play  began,  of  her 
being  at  all  out  of  harbour  ;  and  if  we  consider  the  discourse  with 
which  she  and  Lucia  begin  the  act,  we  have  reason  to  believe 
that  they  had  hardly  been  talking  of  such  matters  in  the  street. 
However,  to  pleasure  Sempronius,  let  us  suppose,  for  once,  that 
the  deer  is  lodged. 

"  The  deer  is  lodg'd,  I've  track'd  her  to  her  covert. 


LIFE  OF  ADDISOX.  415 

u  If  he  had  seen  her  in  the  open  field,  what  occasion  had  he 
to  track  her,  when  he  had  so  many  Numidian  dogs  at  his  heels, 
which,  with  one  halloo,  he  might  have  set  upon  'her  haunches  ? 
If  he  did  not  see  her  in  the  open  field,  how  could  he  possibly 
track  her  ?  If  he  had  seen  her  in  the  street,  why  did  he  not  set 
upon  her  in  the  street,  since  through  the  street  she  must  be  car- 
ried at  last  ?  Now  here,  instead  of  having  his  thoughts  upon  his 
business  and  upon  the  present  danger  ;  instead  of  meditating  and 
contriving  how  he  shall  pass  with  his  mistress  through  the  south- 
ern gate,  where  her  brother  Marcus  is  upon  the  guard,  and 
where  she  would  certainly  prove  an  impediment  to  him,  which  is 
the  Roman  word  for  the  baggage  ;  instead  of  doing  this,  Sem- 
pronius  is  entertaining  himself  with  whimsies. 

"  Semp.  How  -will  the  young  Numidian  rave  to  see 
His  mistress  lost  !  If  aug-ht  could  glad  my  soul, 
Beyond  th'  enjoyment  of  so  bright  a  prize, 
'Tv/ould  be  to  torture  that  young,  gay  barbarian. 
But  hark  !  what  noise  ?  Death  to  ray  hopes  !  'tis  he, 
'Tis  Juba's  self!  There  is  but  one  way  left! 
He  must  be  murder'd,  and  a  passage  cut 
Through  those  his  guards. 

"  Pray,  what  are  '  those  his  guards  ?'  I  thought  at  present, 
that  Juba's  guards  had  been  Sempronius's  tools,  and  had  been 
dangling  after  his  heels. 

"  But  now  let  us  sum  up  all  these  absurdities  together.  Sem- 
pronius  goes  at  noonday,  in  Juba's  clothes  and  with  Juba's  guards, 
to  Cato's  palace,  in  order  to  pass  for  Juba,  in  a  place  where  they 
were  both  so  very  well  known  ;  he  meets  Juba  there,  and  re- 
solves to  murder  him  with  his  own  guards.  Upon  the  guards 
appearing  a  little  bashful,  he  threatens  them  ; 

"  Ha  !  Dastards,  do  you  tremble  ! 

Or  act  like  men  ;  or,  bv  yon  azure  heav'n— 

"  But  the  guards  still  remaining  restive,  Sempronius  himself 
attacks  Juba,  while  each  of  the  guards  is  representing  Mr.  Spec- 
tator's sign  of  the  gaper,  awed,  it  seems,  and  terrified  by  Sem- 
pronius's threats.  Juba  kills  Sempronius,  and  takes  his  own  ar- 
my' prisoners,  and  carries  them  in  triumph  away  to  Cato.  Now 
I  would  fain  know  if  any  part  of  Mr.  Bayes's  tragedy  is  so  full 
<&f  absurdity  as  this  ? 


LIFE  OF  ADD130N, 

"  Upon  hearing  the  clash  of  swords,  Lucia  and  Marcia  come 
in.  The  question  is,  why  no  men  come  in  upon  hearing  the 
noise  of  swords  in  the  governor's  hall  ?  Where  was  the  gover- 
nor himself  ?  Where  were  his  guards  ?  Where  were  his  ser- 
vants ?  Such  an  attempt  as  this,  so  near  the  person  of  a  gover- 
nor of  a  place  of  war,  was  enough  to  alarm  the  whole  garrison  ; 
and  yet,  for  almost  half  an  hour  after  Sempronius  was  killed,  we 
find  none  of  those  appear  who  were  the  likeliest  in  the  world  to 
be  alarmed  ;  and  the  noise  of  swords  is  made  to  draw  only  two 
poor  women  thither,  who  were  most  certain  to  run  away  from  it. 
Upon  Lucia  and  Marcia's  coming  in,  Lucia  appears  in  all  the 
symptoms  of  an  hysterical  gentlewoman. 

"  Luc.  Sure  'twas  the  clash  of  swords  !  my  troubled  heart 
Is  so  cast  down,  and  sunk  amidst  its  sorrows, 
It  ihrobs  with  fear,  and  aches  at  every  sound  ! 

"  And  immediately  her  old  whimsy  returns  upon  her  ; 

"  O  Marcia,  should  thy  brothers,  for  my  sake — 
I  die  away  with  horror  at  the  thought. 

"  She  fancies  that  there  can  be  no  cutting  of  throats,  but  it  must 
be  for  her.  If  this  is  tragical,  I  would  fain  know  what  is  comi- 
cal. Well  1  upon  this  they  spy  the  body  of  Sempronius ;  and 
Marcia,  deluded  by  the  habit,  it  seems,  takes  him  for  Juba  ;  for, 
says  she, 

"  The  face  is  muffled  up  within  the  garment. 

"  Now,  how  a  man  could  fight,  and  fall,  with  his  face  muffled 
up  in  his  garment,  is,  I  think  a  little  hard  to  conceive  !  Beside, 
Juba,  before  he  killed  him,  knew  him  to  be  Sempronius.  It  was 
not  by  his  garment  that  he  knew  this  ;  it  was  by  his  face  then  ; 
his  face  therefore  was  not  mufiled.  Upon  seeing  this  man  with 
his  muffled  face,  Marcia  falls  a  raving  ;  and,  owning  her  passion 
for  the  supposed  defunct,  begins  to  make  his  funeral  oration. 
Upon  which  Juba  enters  listening,  I  suppose  on  tiptoe  ;  for  I 
cannot  imagine  how  any  one  can  enter  listening  in  any  other  pos- 
ture. I  would  fain  know  how  it  comes  to  pass,  that  during  all 
this  time  he  had  sent  nobody,  no,  not  so  much  as  a  candlesnuffer, 
to  take  away  the  dead  body  of  Sempronius.  Well !  but  let  us 
regard  him  listening.  Having  left  his  apprehension  behind  him, 
he,  at  first,  applies  what  Marcia  says  to  Sempronius.  But  find- 


LIFE  OF  ADDISOX.  417 

ing  at  last,  with  much  ado,  that  he  himself  is  the  happy  man,  he 
quits  his  eavesdropping,  and  discovers  himself  just  time  enough  to 
prevent  his  being  cuckolded  by  a  dead  man,  of  whom  the  mo- 
ment before  he  had  appeared  so  jealous  ;  and  greedily  intercepts 
the  bliss  which  was  fondly  designed  for  one  who  could  not  be 
the  better  for  it.  But  here  I  must  ask  a  question  ;  how  comes 
Juba  to  listen  here,  who  had  not  listened  before  throughout  the 
play  ?  Or  how  comes  he  to  be  the  only  person  of  this  tragedy 
who  listens,  when  love  and  treason  were  so  often  talked  in  so 
public  a  place  as  a  hall  ?  I  am  afraid  the  author  was  driven  upon 
all  these  absurdities  only  to  introduce  this  miserable  mistake  of 
Marcia,  which,  after  all,  is  much  below  the  dignity  of  tragedy,  as 
any  thing  is  which  is  the  effect  or  result  of  trick. 

"  But  let  us  come  to  the  scenery  of  the  fifth  act.  Cato  appears 
first  upon  the  scene,  sitting  in  a  thoughtful  posture  ;  in  his  hand 
Plato's  treatise  on  the  Immortality  of  the  Soul,  a  drawn  sword  on 
the  table  by  him.  Now  let  us  consider  the  place  in  which  this 
sight  is  presented  to  us.  The  place,  forsooth,  is  a  long  hall. 
Let  us  suppose,  that  any  one  should  place  himself  in  this  posture, 
in  the  midst  of  one  of  our  halls  in  London  ;  that  he  should  ap- 
pear solus  in  a  sullen  posture,  a  drawn  sword  on  the  table  by  him  ; 
in  his  hand  Plato's  treatise  on  the  Immortality  of  the  Soul,  trans- 
lated lately  by  Bernard  Lintot ;  I  desire  the  reader  to  consider, 
whether  such  a  person  as  this  would  pass,  with  them  who  be- 
held him,  for  a  great  patriot,  a  great  philosopher,  or  a  genera!, 
or  for  some  whimsical  person,  who  fancied  himself  all  these  ?  and 
whether  the  people,  who  belonged  to  the  family,  would  think  that 
such  a  person  had  a  design  upon  their  midriffs  or  his  own  ? 

"  In  short,  that  Cato  should  sit  long  enough  in  the  aforesaid 
posture,  in  the  midst  of  this  large  hall,  to  read  over  Plato's  trea- 
tise on  the  Immortality  of  the  Soul,  which  is  a  lecture  of  two 
long  hours  ;  that  he  should  propose  to  himself  to  be  private  there 
upon  that  occasion  ;  that  he  should  be  angry  with  his  son  for  in- 
truding there  ;  then,  that  he  should  leave  this  hall  upon  the  pre- 
tence of  sleep,  give  himself  the  mortal  wound  in  his  bedcham- 
ber, and  then  be  brought  back  into  that  hall  to  expire,  purely  to 
show  his  good  breeding,  and  save  his  friends  the  trouble  of  com- 
ing up  to  his  bedchamber  ;  all  this  appears  to  me  to  be  improb- 
able, incredible,  impossible." 


418  LI1 •!•:  OF  ADDISON. 

Such  is  the  censure  of  Dennis.  There  is,  as  Dryden  ex- 
presses it,  pel  haps  "  too  much  horse  play  in  his  raillery  ;"  but 
if  his  jests  arc  coarse,  his  arguments  are  strong-.  Yet,  as  we  love 
better  to  be  pleased  than  to  be  taught,  Cato  is  read  and  the  critic 
is  neglected. 

Flushed  with  consciousness  of  these  detections  of  absurdity  in 
the  conduct,  he  afterward  attacked  the  sentiments  of  Cato  ;  but 
he  then  amused  himself  with  petty  cavils  and  minute  objections. 

Of  Addison's  smaller  poems,  no  particular  mention  is  neces- 
sary ;  they  have  little  that  can  employ  or  require  a  critic.  The 
parallel  of  the  princes  and  gods,  in  his  verses  to  Kneller,  is  often 
happy,  but  is  too  well  known  to  be  quoted. 

His  translations,  so  far  as  I  have  compared  them,  want  the 
exactness  of  a  scholar.  That  he  understood  his  authors  cannot 
be  doubted  ;  but  his  versions  will  not  teach  others  to  understand 
them,  being  too  licentiously  paraphrastical.  They  are,  however, 
for  the  most  pait,  smooth  and  easy  ;  and,  what  is  the  first  excel- 
lence of  a  translator,  such  as  may  be  read  with  pleasure  by  those 
who  do  not  know  the  originals. 

His  poetry  is  polished  and  pure  ;  the  product  of  a  mind  too 
judicious  to  commit  faults,  but  not  sufficiently  vigorous  to  attain 
excellence.  He  has  sometimes  a  striking  line,  or  a  shining  par- 
rv^aph  ;  but  in  the  whole  he  is  warm  rather  than  fervid,  and 
shows  more  dexterity  than  strength.  He  was  however  one  of 
our  earliest  examples  of  correctness. 

The  versification  which  he  had  learned  from  Dryden,  he  de- 
based rather  than  refined.  His  rhymes  are  often  dissonant ;  in 
his  Georgic  he  admits  broken  lines.  He  uses  both  triplets  and 
alexandrines,  but  triplets  more  frequently  in  his  translations  than 
his  other  works.  The  mere  structure  of  verses  seems  never  to 
have  engaged  much  of  his  care.  But  his  lines  are  very  smooth 
in  Rosamond,  and  too  smooth  in  Cato. 

Addison  is  now  to  be  considered  as  a  critic  ;  a  name  which 
the  present  generation  is  scarcely  willing  to  allow  him.  His 
criticism  is  condemned  as  tentative  or  experimental,  rather  than 
scientific  ;  and  he  is  considered  as  deciding  by  taste*  rather  than 
')y  principles. 

i:  Taste  must  decide.    WARTOX,    C, 


LIFE  OF  ADDISON.  419 

It  is  not  uncommon  for  those  who  have  grown  wise  by  the 
labour  of  others  to  add  a  little  of  their  own,  and  overlook 
their  masters.  Adclison  is  now  despised  by  some  who  perhaps 
would  never  have  seen  his  defects,  but  by  the  lights  which  he 
afforded  them.  That  he  always  wrote  as  he  would  think  it  nec- 
essary to  write  now,  cannot  be  affirmed  ;  his  instructions  were 
such  as  the  characters  of  his  readers  made  proper.  That  gen- 
eral knowledge  which  now  circulates  in  common  talk  was  in  his 
time  rarely  to  be  found.  Men  not  professing  learning  were  not 
ashamed  of  ignorance  ;  and,  in  the  female  world,  any  acquaint- 
ance with  books  was  distinguished  only  to  be  censured.  His 
purpose  was  to  infuse  literary  curiosity,  by  gentle  and  unsuspect- 
ed conveyance,  into  the  gay,  the  idle,  and  the  wealthy  ;  he  there- 
fore presented  knowledge  in  the  most  alluring  form,  not  lofty  and 
austere,  but  accessible  and  familiar.  When  he  showed  them 
their  defects,  he  showed  them  likewise  that  they  might  be  easily 
supplied.  His  attempt  succeeded  ;  inquiry  was  awakened,  and 
comprehension  expanded.  An  emulation  of  intellectual  elegance 
was  excited ;  and,  from  this  time  to  our  own,  life  has  been  grad- 
ually exalted,  and  conversation  purified  and  enlarged. 

Dry  den  had,  not  many  years  before,  scattered  criticism  over 
his  prefaces  with  very  little  parsimony  ;  but,  though  he  some- 
times condescended  to  be  somewhat  familiar,  his  manner  was  in 
general  too  scholastic  for  those  who  had  yet  their  rudiments  to 
learn,  and  found  it  not  easy  to  understand  their  master.  His  ob- 
servations were  framed  rather  for  those  that  were  learning  to 
write,  than  for  those  that  read  only  to  talk. 

An  instructor  like  Addison  was  now  wanting,  whose  remarks, 
being  superficial,  might  be  easily  understood,  and,  being  just, 
might  prepare  the  mind  for  more  attainments.  Had  he  pre- 
sented Paradise  Lost  to  the  public  with  all  the  pomp  of  system 
and  severity  of  science,  the  criticism  would  perhaps  have  been 
admired  and  the  poem  still  have  been  neglected  ;  but  by  the 
blandishments  of  gentleness  and  facility,  he  has  made  Milton  a 
universal  favourite,  with  whom  readers  of  every  class  think  it 
necessary  to  be  pleased. 

He  descended  now  and  then  to  1  jwer  disquisitions  ;  and  by  a 
serious  display  of  the  beauties  of  Chevychase,  exposed  himself  to 
the  ridicule  of  Wagstaff,  who  bestowed  a  like  pompous  charac- 

YOL,  i.  54 


LIFE  OF    ADDISON7. 

tcr  on  Tom  Thumb  ;  and  to  the  contempt  of  Dennis,  who,  con-, 
sidering  the  fundamental  position  of  his  criticism,  that  Che-vychase 
pleases,  and  ought  to  please,  because  it  is  natural,  observes, 
"  that  there  is  a  way  of  deviating  from  nature,  by  bombast  or  tu- 
mour, which  soars  above  nature,  and  enlarges  images  beyond 
their  real  bulk  ;  by  affectation,  which  forsakes  nature  in  quest  of 
something  unsuitable  ;  and  by  imbecility,  which  degrades  nature 
by  faintness  and  diminution,  by  obscuring  its  appearances,  and 
weakening  its  effects."  In  Chc-vychase  there  is  not  much  of 
either  bombast  or  affectation  ;  but  there  is  chill  and  lifeless  im- 
becility. The  story  cannot  possibly  be  told  in  a  manner  that 
shall  make  less  impression  on  the  mind. 

Before  the  profound  observers  of  the  present  race  repose  too 
securely  on  the  consciousness  of  their  superiority  to  Addison,  let 
them  consider  his  Remarks  on  Ovid,  in  which  may  be  found 
specimens  of  criticism  sufficiently  subtle  and  refined  ;  let  them 
peruse  likewise  his  Essays  on  Wit  and  on  the  Pleasures  of  Imag- 
ination, in  which  he  founds  an  on  the  base  of  nature,  and  draws 
the  principles  of  invention  from  dispositions  inherent  in  the  mind 
of  man  with  skill  and  elegance,*  such  as  his  contemners  will  not 
easily  attain. 

As  a  describer  of  life  and  manners,  he  must  be  allowed  to 
stand  perhaps  the  first  of  the  first  rank.  His  humour,  which,  as 
Steele  observes,  is  peculiar  to  himself,  is  so  happily  diffused  as 
to  give  the  grace  of  novelty  to  domestic  scenes  and  daily  occur- 
rences. He  never  "  outsteps  the  modesty  of  nature,"  nor  raises 
merriment  or  wonder  by  the  violation  of  truth.  His  figures 
neither  divert  by  distortion  nor  amaze  by  aggravation.  He  cop- 
ies life  with  so  much  fidelity  that  he  can  be  hardly  said  to  invent ; 
yet  his  exhibitions  have  an  air  so  much  original,  that  it  is  diffi- 
cult to  suppose  them  not  merely  the  product  of  imagination. 

As  a  teacher  of  wisdom,  he  may  be  confidently  followed.  His 
religion  has  nothing  in  it  enthusiastic  or  superstitious  ;  he  ap- 
pears neither  weakly  credulous  nor  wantonly  sceptical ;  his  mo- 
rality is  neither  dangerously  lax  nor  impracticably  rigid.  All  the 
enchantment  of  fancy,  and  all  the  cogency  of  argument,  are  em- 
ployed to  recommend  to  the  reader  his  real  interest,  the  care  of 
pleasing  the  Author  of  his  being.  Truth  is  shown  sometimes  as 

*  Far,  in  Dr.  Warton's  opinion,  beyond  Dryden.    C. 


LIFE  OF  ADDISON.  421 

the  phantom  of  a  vision ;  sometimes  appears  half  veiled  in  an 
allegory  ;  sometimes  attracts  regard  in  the  robes  of  fancy ;  and 
sometimes  steps  forth  in  the  confidence  of  reason.  She  wears  a 
thousand  dresses,  and  in  all  is  pleasing. 

"  Mille  habet  ornatus,  mille  clecenter  habet.w 

His  prose  is  the  model  of  the  middle  style  ;  on  grave  subjects 
not  formal,  on  light  occasions  not  groveling  ;  pure  without  scru- 
pulosity, and  exact  without  apparent  elaboration  ;  always  equable 
and  always  easy,  without  glowing  words  or  pointed  sentences. 
Addison  never  deviates  from  his  track  to  snatch  a  grace  ;  he 
seeks  no  ambitious  ornaments,  and  tries  no  hazardous  innova- 
tions. His  page  is  always  luminous,  but  never  blazes  in  unex- 
pected splendour. 

It  was  apparently  his  principal  endeavour  to  avoid  all  harsh- 
ness and  severity  of  diction  ;  he  is  therefore  sometimes  verbose 
in  his  transitions  and  connections,  and  sometimes  descends  too 
much  to  the  language  of  conversation  ;  yet  if  his  language  had 
been  less  idiomatical,  it  might  have  lost  somewhat  of  its  genuine 
anglicism.  What  he  attempted,  he  performed  ;  he  is  never 
feeble,  and  he  did  not  wish  to  be  energetic  ;*  he  is  never  rapid, 
and  he  never  stagnates.  His  sentences  have  neither  studied  am- 
plitude nor  affected  brevity ;  his  periods,  though  not  diligently 
rounded,  are  voluble  and  easy.  Whoever  wishes  to  attain  an 
English  style,  familiar  but  not  coarse,  and  elegant  but  not  osten- 
tatious, must  give  his  days  and  nights  to  the  volumes  of  Addison. 

• 

*  But,  says  Dr.  Warton,  he  so?netimes  is  so^  and  in  another  MS.  note  he 
adds,  often  so.  C. 


HUGHES. 


J  OHN  HUGHES,  the  son  of  a  citizen  in  London,  and  of  Anne 
Burgess,  of  an  ancient  family  in  Wiltshire,  WES  born  at  Marlbo- 
rough,  July  29,  1677.  He  was  educated  at  a  private  school  j 
and  though  his  advances  in  literature  are,  in  the  Biografihia,  very 
ostentatiously  displayed,  the  name  of  his  master  is  somewhat 
ungratefully  concealed.* 

At  nineteen  he  drew  the  plan  of  a  tragedy ;  and  paraphrased, 
rather  too  profusely,  the  ode  of  Horace  which  begins  "  Integer 
Vitas."  To  poetry  he  added  the  science  of  music,  in  which  he 
seems  to  have  attained  considerable  skill,  together  with  the  prac- 
tice of  design,  or  rudiments  of  painting. 

His  studies  did  not  withdraw  him  wholly  from  business,  nor  did 
business  hinder  him  from  study.  He  had  a  place  in  the  office  of 
ordnance  ;  and  was  secretary  to  ?  ^veral  commissions  for  purchas- 
ing lands  necessary  to  secure  the  royal  docks  at  Chatham  and 
Portsmouth  ;  yet  found  time  to  acquaint  himself  with  modern 
languages. 

In  1697  he  published  a  poem  on  the  Peace  of  Rysiuick  ;  and 
in  1699  another  piece,  called  The  Court  of  JVefitune^  on  the  return 
of  king  William,  which  he  addressed  to  Mr.  Montague,  the 
general  patron  of  the  followers  of  the  muses.  The  same  year 
he  produced  a  song  on  the  duke  of  Gloucester's  birthday. 

He  did  not  confine  himself  to  poetry,  but  cultivated  other  kinds 
of  writing  with  great  success ;  and  about  this  time  showed  his 
knowledge  of  human  nature  by  an  Essay  on  the  pleasure  of  being 
deceived.  In  1 702  he  published,  on  the  death  of  king  WTilliam 
a  Pindaric  ode,  called  The  House  of  Nassau  /  and  wrote  another 
paraphrase  on  the  Otium  Divos  of  Horace. 

c 

*  He  was  educated  in  a  dissenting  academy,  of  which  the  Rev.  Mr.  Thomas 
Rowe  was  tutor  ;  and  was  a  fellow  student  there  with  Dr.  Isaac  Watts,  Mr. 
Samuel  Say,  and  other  persons  of  eminence.  In  the  "  Horse  Lyricsc"  of 
Dr.  Watts,  is  a  poem  to  the  memory  of  Mr.  Rowe.  H. 


LIFE  OF  HUGHES. 

in  1703  his  ode  on  music  was  performed  at  Stationers'  hall  ; 
.id  he  wrote  afterward  six  cantatas,  which  were  set  to  music  by 
.he  greatest  master  of  that  time,  and  seemed  intended  to  oppose 
or  exclude  the  Italian  opera,  an  exotic  and  irrational  entertain- 
ment which  has  been  always  combated,  and  always  has  prevailed. 

His  reputation  was  now  so  far  advanced,  that  the  public  began 
to  pay  reverence  to  his  name  ;  and  he  was  solicited  to  prefix  a 
preface  to  the  translation  of  Boccalini,  a  writer  whose  satirical 
vein  cost  him  his  life  in  Italy,  and  who  never,  I  believe,  found 
many  readers  in  this  country,  even  though  introduced  by  such 
powerful  recommendation. 

He  translated  Fontenelle's  Dialogues  of  the  Dead ;  and  his 
version  was  perhaps  read  at  that  time,  but  is  now  neglected  ;  for 
by  a  book  not  necessary?  and  owing  its  reputation  wholly  to  its 
turn  of  diction,  little  notice  can  be  gained  but  from  those  who 
can  enjoy  the  graces  of  the  original.  To  the  dialogues  of  Fon- 
tenelle  he  added  two  composed  by  himself;  and,  though  not  only 
an  honest  but  a  pious  man,  dedicated  his  work  to  the  earl  of 
Wharton.  He  judged  skilfully  enough  of  his  own  interest ;  for 
Wharton,  when  he  went  lord  lieutenant  to  Ireland,  offered  to 
take  Hughes  with  him  and  establish  him  ;  but  Hughes,  having 
hopes,  or  promises,  from  another  man  in  power,  of  some  provi- 
sion more  suitable  to  his  inclination,  declined  Wharton's  offer, 
and  obtained  nothing  from  the  other. 

He  translated  the  Miser  of  Moliere,  which  he  never  offered 
to  the  stage  ;  and  occasionally  amused  himself  with  making 
versions  of  favourite  scenes  in  other  plays. 

Being  now  received  as  a  wit  among  the  wits,  he  paid  his  con- 
tributions to  literary  undertakings,  and  assisted  both  the  Taller, 
Spectator,  and  Guirdian.  In  1712  he  translated  Vertot's  history 
of  the  Revolution  of  Portugal ;  produced  an  Ode  to  the  Creator  of 
the  World,  from  the  fragments  of  Orjiheus,  and  brought  upon  the 
stage  an  opera  called  Calypso  and  Telemachus,  intended  to  show 
that  the  English  language  might  be  very  happily  adapted  to 
music.  This  was  impudently  opposed  by  those  who  were  em- 
ployed in  the  Italian  opera ;  and,  what  cannot  be  told  without 
indignation,  the  intruders  had  such  interest  with  the  duke  of 
Shrewsbury,  then  lord  chamberlain,  who  had  married  an  Italian, 
as  to  obtain  an  obstruction  of  the  profits,  though  not  an  inhibi- 
tion of  the  performance. 


LIFE  OF  HUGHES. 

There  \vas  at  this  time  a  project  formed  by  Tonsc, 
translation  of  the  Pharsalia  by  several  hands  ;  and  Hughe 
lished  the  tenth  book.     But  this  design,  as  must  often  haj. 
when  the  concurrence  of  many  is  necessary,  fell  to  the  groun. 
and  the  whole  work  was  afterward  performed  by  Rowe, 

His  acquaintance  with  the  great  writers  of  his  time  appears 
to  have  been  very  general ;  but  of  his  intimacy  with  Addison 
there  is  a  remarkable  proof.     It  is  told,  on  good  authority,  that 
Cato  was  finished  and  played  by  his  persuasion.     It  had  long 
wanted  the  last  act,  which  he  was  desired  by  Addison  to  supply. 
If  the  request  was  sincere,  it  proceeded  from  an  opinion,  what- 
ever it  was,  that  did  not  last  long  ;  for  when  Hughes  came  in  a 
week  to  show  him  his  first  attempt,  he  found  half  an  act  written 
by  Addison  himself. 

He  afterward  published  the  works  of  Sfienser,  with  his  lifca,  a 
glossary,  and  a  discourse  on  allegorical  poetry  ;  a  work  for  which 
he  was  well  qualified,  as  a  judge  of  the  beauties  of  writing,  but 
perhaps  wanted  an  antiquary's  knowledge  of  the  obsolete  words. 
He  did  not  much  revive  the  curiosity  of  the  public ;  for  near 
thirty  years  elapsed  before  his  edition  was  reprinted.  The  same 
year  produced  his  A{iollo  and  Da/i/me,  of  which  the  success  was 
very  earnestly  promoted  by  Steele,  who,  when  the  rage  of  party 
did  not  misguide  him,  seems  to  have  been  a  man  of  boundless 
benevolence. 

Hughes  had  hitherto  suffered  the  mortifications  of  a  narrow 
fortune;  but  in  1717  the  lord  chancellor  Cowper  set  him  at 
ease,  by  making  him  secretary  to  the  commissions  of  the  peace  ; 
in  which  he  afterward,  by  a  particular  request,  desired  his  suc- 
cessor lord  Parker  to  continue  him.  He  had  now  affluence  ; 
but  such  is  human  life,  that  he  had  it  when  his  declining  health 
could  neither  allow  him  long  possession  nor  quick  enjoyment. 

His  last  work  was  his  tragedy,  The  Siege  of  Damascus,  after 
which  a  siege  became  a  popular  title.  This  play,  which  still  con- 
tinues on  the  stage,  and  of  which  it  is  unnecessary  to  add  a  private 
voice  to  such  continuance  of  approbation,  is  not  acted  or  printed 
according  to  the  author's  original  draught  or  his  settled  intention. 
He  had  made  Phocyas  apostatize  from  his  religion  ;  after  which 
the  abhorrence  of  Eudocia  would  have  been  reasonable,  his  mis- 
ery would  have  been  just,  and  the  horrors  of  his  repentance 


LIFK  OF  HUGHES. 

The  players,  however,  required  that  the  guilt  of  Pho- 
.d  terminate  in  desertion   to  the  enemy  ;  and  Hughes, 
^  that  his  relations  should  lose  the  benefit  of  his  work, 
.ed  with  the  alteration. 

j  was  now  weak  with  a  lingering  consumption,  and  not  able 
iltcnd  the  rehearsal ;   yet  was  so  vigorous  in  his  faculties  that 
,ily  ten  days  before  his  death  he  wrote  the  dedication  to  his  pat- 
ron lord  Covvper.     On  February  17,  1719-20,  the  play  was  repre- 
^nted,  and  the  author  died.     He  lived  to  hear  that  it  was  well 
;ved  ;  but  paid  no  regard  to  the  intelligence,  being  then 
mployed  in  the  meditations  of  a  departing  Christian. 

"  his  character  was  undoubtedly  regretted  $  and  Steeje 
dt  '•',  in  the  paper  called  The  Theatre,  to  the  mem- 

or  His  life  is  written  in  the  Biographia  with 

s  "able  partiality  ;  and  an  account  of  him  is 

i  to  •  his  relation  the  late  Mr.  Buncombe, 

' 

hose  i,  "'lice  deserved  the  same  respect. 

;haracter  o,.  1  shall  transcribe  from  the  cor- 

ence  of  Swift  c.  pe. 

nonth  ago,"  says  b  .vift,  "  were  sent  me  over,  by  a  friend 
,,  the  works  of  John  Hughes,  esquire.     They  are  in  prose 
•se.     I  never  heard  of  the  man  in  my  life,  yet  I  find  your 
nai  .     as  a  subscriber.     He  is  too  grave  a  poet  for  me  ;  and  I 
among  the  mediocrists  in  prose  as  well  as  verse." 
this  Pope  returns  ;  "  To  answer  your  question  as  to  Mr. 
ies  ;  what  he  wanted  in  genius,  he  made  up  as  an  honest 
;  but  he  was  of  the  class  you  think  him."* 
Spence's  collection,  Pope  is  made  to  speak  of  him  with  still 
respect,  as  having  no  claim  to  poetical  reputation  but  from 
tragedy.  v 

This,    Dr.   Warton  asserts,  is  very  unjust  censure  ;  and,  in  a  note  in 
late  edition  of  Pope's  Works,  asks  if  "  the   author  of  such  a  tragedy  as 
e  Siege  of  Damascus  was  one  of  the  mediocribus  ?  Swift  and  Pope  seem 
i  to  recollect  the  value  and  rank  of  an  author  vhovaoulJ  write  such  > 
C 

\*/» 


SHEFFIELD, 

DUKE  OF  BUCKINGHAMSHIRE. 


J  OHN  SHEFFIELD,  descended  from  a  long  series  of  illustrious 
ancestors,  was  born  in  1 649,  the  son  of  Edmond  earl  of  Mulgrave, 
who  died  in  1658.  The  young  lord  was  put  into  the  hands  of  a  tu- 
tor, with  whom  he  was  so  little  satisfied,  that  he  got  rid  of  him 
in  a  short  time,  and  at  an  age  not  exceeding  twelve  years,  resolv- 
ed to  educate  himself.  Such  a  purpose,  formed  at  such  an  age, 
and  successfully  prosecuted,  delights,  as  it  is  strange,  and  in- 
structs, as  it  is  real. 

His  literary  acquisitions  are  more  wonderful,  as  those  years 
in  which  they  are  commonly  made  were  spent  by  him  in  the  tu- 
mult of  a  military  life  or  the  gaiety  of  a  court.  When  war  was 
declared  against  the  Dutch,  he  went,  at  seventeen,  on  board 
the  ship  in  which  prince  Rupert  and  the  duke  of  Albemarle 
sailed,  with  the  command  of  the  fleet ;  but  by  contrariety  of  winds 
they  were  restrained  from  action.  His  zeal  for  the  king's  ser- 
vice was  recompensed  by  the  command  of  one  of  the  indepen- 
dent troops  of  horse,  then  raised  to  protect  the  coast. 

Next  year  he  received  a  summons  to  parliament,  which,  as  he 
was  then  but  eighteen  years  old,  the  earl  of  Northumberland  cen- 
sured as  at  least  indecent,  and  his  objection  was  allowed.  He 
had  a  quarrel  with  the  earl  of  Rochester,  which  he  has  perhaps 
too  ostentatiously  related,  as  Rochester's  surviving  sister,  the 
lady  Sandwich,  is  said  to  have  told  him  with  very  sharp  re- 
proaches. 

When  another  Dutch  war,  1672,  broke  out,  he  went  again  a 
volunteer  in  the  ship  which  the  celebrated  lord  Ossory  com- 
manded ;  and  there  made,  as  he  relates,  two  curious  remarks. 

"  I  have  observed  two  things,  which  I  dare  affirm,  though  not 
generally  believed.  One  was,  that  the  wind  of  a  cannon  bullets 
though  flying  ever  so  near,'  is  incapable  of  doing  the  least  harm  ; 

VOL.  T.  55 


428  LIFE  OF  SHEFFIELD. 

and,  indeed,  were  it  otherwise,  no  man  above  deck  would  escape, 
The  other  was,  that  a  great  shot  may  be  sometimes  avoided, 
even  as  it  ilies,  by  changing  one's  ground  a  little  ;  for,  when  the 
wind  sometimes  blew  away  the  smoke,  it  was  so  clear  a  sunshiny 
clay,  that  we  c*ould  easily  perceive  the  bullets,  that  were  half 
apcnt,  fall  into  the  water,  and  from  thence  bound  up  again  among 
us,  which  gives  sufficient  time  for  milking  a  step  or  two  on  any 
side  ;  though,  in  so  swift  a  motion,  *tis  hard  to  judge  well  in  what 
line  the  bullet  comes,  which,  if  mistaken,  may  by  removing  cost 
a  man  his  life,  instead  of  saving  it." 

His  behaviour  was  so  favourably  represented  by  lord  Ossory, 
that  he  was  advanced  to  the  command  of  the  Catharine,  the  best 
second  rate  ship  in  the  navy. 

He  afterward  raised  a  regiment  of  foot,  and  commanded  it  as 
colonel.  The  land  forces  were  sent  ashore  by  prince  Rupert  ; 
and  he  lived  in  the  camp  very  familiarly  with  Schomberg.  He 
was  then  appointed  colonel  of  the  old  Holland  regiment,  togeth- 
er with  his  own,  and  had  the  promise  of  a  garter,  which  he  ob. 
tained  in  his  twenty  fifth  year.  He  was  likewise  made  gentle- 
man of  the  bedchamber.  He  afterward  went  into  the  French  ser_ 
vice,  to  learn  the  art  of  war  under  Turenne,  but  staid  only  a  short 
time.  Being  by  the  duke  of  Monmouth  opposed  in  his  pretensions 
to  the  first  troop  of  horse  guards,  he,  in  return,  made  Monmouth 
suspected  by  the  duke  of  York.  He  was  not  long  after,  when 
the  unlucky  Monmouth  fell  into  disgrace,  recompensed  with  the 
lieutenancy  of  Yorkshire  and  the  government  of  Hull. 

Thus  rapidly  did  he  make  his  way  both  to  military  and  civil 
honours  and  employment ;  yet,  busy  as  he  was,  he  did  not 
neglect  his  studies,  but  at  least  cultivated  poetry  ;  in  which  he 
must  have  been  early  considered  as  uncommonly  skilful,  it  it  be 
true  which  is  reported,  that,  when  he  was  not  yet  twenty  years 
old,  his  recommendation  advanced  Dry  den  to  the  laurel. 

The  Moors  having  besieged  Tangier,  he  was  sent,  1680,  with 
two  thousand  men  to  its  relief.  A  strange  story  is  told  of  the 
danger  to  which  he  was  intentionally  exposed  in  a  leaky  ship,  to 
gratify  some  resentful  jealousy  of  the  king,  whose  health  he 
therefore  would  never  permit  at  his  table,  till  he  saw  himself  in  a 
safer  place.  His  voyage  was  prosperously  performed  in  three 
weeks  ;  and  the  Moors  without  a  contest  retired  before  him. 


LIFE  OF  SHEFFIELD.  429 

In  this  voyage  he  composed  The  Vision  ;  a  licentious  poem  ; 
such  as  was  fashionable  in  those  times,  with  little  power  of  in- 
vention or  propriety  of  sentiment. 

At  his  return  he  found  the  king  kind,  who  perhaps  had  never 
been  angry  ;  and  he  continued  a  wit  and  a  courtier  as  before. 

At  the  succession  of  king  James,  to  whom  he  was  intimately 
known,  and  by  whom  he  thought  himself  beloved,  he  naturally 
expected  still  brighter  sunshine  ;  but  all  know  how  soon  that 
reign  began  to  gather  clouds.  His  expectations  were  not  disap- 
pointed ;  he  was  immediately  admitted  into  the  privy  council, 
and  made  lord  chamberlain.  *  He  accepted  a  place  in  the  high 
commission,  without  knowledge,  as  he  declared  after  the  revolu- 
tion, of  its  illegality.  Having  few  religious  scruples,  he  attend- 
ed the  king  to  mass,  and  kneeled  with  the  rest,  but  had  no  dis- 
position to  receive  the  Romish  faith  or  to  force  it  upon  others  ; 
for  when  the  priests,  encouraged  by  his  appearances  of  com- 
pliance, attempted  to  convert  him,  he  told  them,  as  Burnet  has 
recorded,  that  he  was  willing  to  receive  instruction,  and  that  he 
had  taken  much  pains  to  believe  in  God  who  made  tire  world  and 
all  men  in  it  ;  but  that  he  should  not  be  easily  persuaded  thai 
man  was  quits,  and  made  God  again, 

A  pointed  sentence  is  bestowed  by  successive  transmission  to 
the  last  whom  it  will  fit ;  this  censure  of  transubstantiation,  what- 
ever be  its  value,  was  uttered  long  ago  by  Anne  Askew,  one  of 
v  the  first  sufferers  for  the  protestant  religion,  who,  in  the  time 
of  Henry  VIII.  was  tortured  in  the  tower  ;  concerning  which 
there  is  reason  to  wonder  that  it  was  not  known  to  the  historian 
of  the  reformation. 

In  the  revolution  he  acquiesced,  though  he  did  not  promote  it« 
There  was  once  a  design  of  associating  him  in  the  invitation 
of  the  prince  of  Orange  ;  but  the  earl  of  Shrewsbury  discouraged 
the  attempt,  by  declaring  that  Mulgrave  would  never  concur- 
This  king  William  afterward  told  him  ;  and  asked  what  he  would 
have  done  if  the  proposal  had  been  made  ;  "  Sir,"  said  he,  "  I 
would  have  discovered  it  to  the  king  whom  I  then  served."  To 
which  king  William  replied,  "  I  cannot  blame  you." 

Finding  king  James  irremediably  excluded,  he  voted  for  the 
conjunctive  sovereignty,  upon  this  principle,  that  he  thought  the 
titles  of  the  prince  and  his  consort  equal,  and  it  would  please  the 


430  LIFE  OF  SHEFFIELD. 

prince  their  protector  to  have  a  share  in  the  sovereignty.  This 
vote  gratified  king  William  ;  yet,  either  by  the  king's  distrust  or 
his  own  discontent,  he  lived  some  years  without  employment. 
He  looked  on  the  king  with  malevolence,  and,  if  his  verses  or 
his  prose  may  be  credited,  with  contempt.  He  was,  notwith- 
standing this  aversion  or  indifference,  made  marquis  of  Norman- 
by,  1694,  but  still  opposed  the  court  on  some  important  ques- 
tions ;  yet  at  last  he  was  received  into  the  cabinet  council,  with 
a  pension  of  three  thousand  pounds. 

At  the  accession  of  queen  Anne,  whom  he  is  said  to  have  court- 
ed when  they  were  both  young,  he  was  highly  favoured.  Before 
her  coronation,  1702,  she  made  him  lord  privy  seal,  and  soon  af- 
ter lord  lieutenant  of  the  north  riding-  of  Yorkshire.  He  was  then 
named  commissioner  for  treating  with  the  Scots  about  the  union  ; 
and  was  made  next  year,  first,  duke  of  Normanby,  and  then  of 
Buckinghamshire,  there  being  suspected  to  be  somewhere  a 
latent  claim  to  the  title  of  Buckingham. 

Soon  after,  becoming  jealous  of  the  duke  of  Marlborough,  he 
resigned  the  privy  seal,  and  joined  the  discontented  lories  in  a 
motion  extremely  offensive  to  the  queen,  for  inviting  the  princess 
Sophia  to  England.  The  queen  courted  him  back  with  an  offer 
no  less  than  that  of  the  chancellorship,  which  he  refused.  He 
now  retired  from  business,  and  built  that  house  in  the  park  which 
is  now  the  queen's,  upon  ground  granted  by  the  crown. 

When  the  ministry  was  changed,  1710,  he  was  made  lord 
chamberlain  of  the  household,  and  concurred  in  all  transactions 
of  that  time,  except  that  he  endeavoured  to  protect  the  Catalans. 
After  the  queen's  death,  he  became  a  constant  opponent  of  the 
court ;  and,  having  no  public  business,  is  supposed  to  have 
amused  himself  by  writing  his  two  tragedies.  He  died  Febru- 
ary 24,  1720-21. 

He  was  thrice  married  ;  by  his  two  first  wives  he  had  no  chil- 
dren ;  by  his  third,  who  was  the  daughter  of  king  James  by  the 
countess  of  Dorchester,  and  the  widow  of  the  earl  of  Anglesea, 
he  had,  beside  other  children  that  died  early,  a  son,  born  in  1716, 
who  died  in  1735,  and  put  an  end  to  the  line  of  Sheffield.  It  is 
observable,  that  the  duke's  three  wives  were  all  widows.  The 
dutchess  died  in  1742. 

His  character  is  not  to  be   proposed  as  worthy   of  imitation 
His  religion  he  may  be  supposed  to  have  learned  from  Hobbes  : 


LIFE  OF  SHEFFIELD.  431 

and  his  morality  was  such  as  naturally  proceeds  from  loose  opin- 
ions. His  sentiments  with  respect  to  women  he  picked  up  in 
the  court  of  Charles  ;  and  his  principles  concerning  property 
were  such  as  a  gaming  table  supplies.  He  was  censured  as  cov- 
etous, and  has  been  defended  by  an  instance  of  inattention  to  his 
affairs,  as  if  a  man  might  not  at  once  be  corrupted  by  avarice  and 
idleness.  He  is  said,  however,  to  have  had  much  tenderness' 
and  to  have  been  very  ready  to  apologize  for  his  violences  of 
passion. 

He  is  introduced  into  this  collection  only  as  a  poet ;  and,  if  we 
credit  the  testimony  of  his  contemporaries,  he  was  a  poet  of  no 
vulgar  rank.  But  favour  and  flattery  are  now  at  an  end  ;  criti- 
cism is  no  longer  softened  by  his  bounties  or  awed  by  his  splen- 
dour, and,  being  able  to  take  a  more  steady  view,  discovers  him 
to  be  a  writer  that  sometimes  glimmers,  but  rarely  shines,  feebly 
laborious,  and  at  best  but  pretty.  His  songs  are  upon  common 
topics  ;  he  hopes,  and  grieves,  and  repents,  and  despairs,  and 
rejoices,  like  any  other  maker  of  little  stanzas  ;  to  be  great,  he 
hardly  tries  ;  to  be  gay,  is  hardly  in  his  power. 

In  the  Essay  on  Satire  he  was  always  supposed  to  have  had 
the  help  of  Dryden.  His  Essay  on  Poetry  is  the  great  work  for 
which  he  was  praised  by  Roscommon,  Dryden,  and  Pope ;  and 
doubtless  by  many  more  whose  eulogies  have  perished. 

Upon  this  piece  he  appears  to  have  set  a  high  value  ;  for  he 
\vas  all  his  lifetime  improving  it  by  successive  revisals,  so  that 
there  is  scarcely  any  poem  to  be  found  of  which  the  last  edition 
differs  more  from  the  first.  Among  other  changes,  mention  is 
made  of  some  compositions  of  Dryden,  which  were  written  after 
the  first  appearance  of  the  Essay. 

At  the  time  when  this  work  first  appeared,  Milton's  fame  was 
not  yet  fully  established,  and  therefore  Tasso  and  Spenser  were 
set  before  him.  The  two  last  lines  were  these.  The  epic  poet. 
says  he, 

Must  above  Milton's  lofty  flights  prevail, 

Succeed  where  great  Torquato,  and  where  greater  Spenser  fail. ' 

The  last  line  in  succeeding  editions  was  shortened,  and  the  order 
of  names  continued  ;  but  now  Milton  is  at  last  advanced  to  the 
highest  place,  and  the  passage  thus  adjusted  j 


432  LIFE  OF  SHEFFIELD. 

Must  above  Tasso's  lofty  flights  prevail, 
Succeed  where  Spenser,  and  ev'n  Milton  fail. 

Amendments  are  seldom  made  -without  some  token  of  a  rent  ; 
lofty  does  not  suit  Tasso  so  well  as  Milton. 

One  celebrated  line  seems  to  be  borrowed.  The  Essay  calls 
a  perfect  character 

A  faultless  monster,  Avhich  the  world  ne'er  saw. 

Scaliger,  in  his  poems,  terms  Virgil  sine  labe  monstrum.  Shef- 
field can  scarcely  be  supposed  to  have  read  Scaliger's  poetry  ; 
perhaps  he  found  the  words  in  a  quotation. 

Of  this  Essay,  which  Drydcn  has  exalted  so  highly,  it  may  be 
justly  said  that  the  precepts  are  judicious,  sometimes  new,  and 
often  happily  expressed  ;  but  there  are,  after  all  the  emenda- 
tions, many  weak  lines,  jtnd  some  strange  appearances  of  negli- 
gence ;  as,  when  he  gives  the  laws  of  elegy,  he  insists  upon  con- 
nection and  coherence ;  without  which,  says  he, 

'Tis  epigram,  'tis  point,  'tis  what  you  will  ; 
But  not  an  elegy,  nor  writ  with  skill, 
No  panegyric,  nor  a  Cooper's  hill. 

Who  would  not  suppose  that  Waller's  panegyric  and  Denham's 
Cooper's  hill  were  elegies  ? 

His  verses  are  often  insipid,  but  his  memoirs  are  lively  and 
agreeable  ;  he  had  the  perspicuity  and  elegance  of  an  historian, 
but  not  the  fire  and  fancy  of  a  poet. 


END  OF  THE  FIRST  VOLUMK. 


S.  ETHERIDGE, 

PROPOSES  TO  PUBLISH  BY  SUBSCRIPTION, 

AN 

ECCLESIASTICAL  HISTORY, 

ANCIENT  AND  MODERN, 

FROM  THE  BIRTH  OF  CHRIST,  TO  THE  BEGINNING  OF  THE 

LAST  CENTURY ; 

IN    WHICH 

THE  RISE,  PROGRESS,  AND  VARIATIONS  OF 

CHURCH  POWER 

ARE  CONSIDERED   IN   THEIR  CONNECTION  WITH   THE  STATE  OF 

Learning  and  Philosophy,  and  the  Political  History  of  Europe 

During  that  Period. 


By  the  late  Learned  JOHN  LAWRENCE  MOSHEIM,  D.D. 

and  Chancellor  of  the  University  of  Gottingen. 


Translated  from  the  Original  Latin,  and  accompanied  with  Notes  and  Chronological  Tables, 

By  ARCHIBALD  MACLAINE,  D.D. 
In  sis  Volumes .To  the  whole  is  added  an  accurate  Index* 


The  following  gentlemen  have  politely  given  their  cordial  approbation  oftlte 

Work. 

Having  perused  Dr.  MOSHEIM'S  ECCLESIASTICAL  HISTORY, 
I  think  that  in  respect  of  elegance  of  style  and  perspicuity  of 
method,  it  is  the  best  extant.  Like  all  other  human  composi- 
tions, it  no  doubt  has  imperfections,  and  the  author  some  proba- 
bly ;  but  as  this  country  has  not  had  the  means  of  information 
from  any  work  of  this  kind  being  published  in  it  before,  I  cannot 
help  entertaining  the  pleasing  hope,  that  the  general  interests 
of  the  kingdom  of  Christ  will  be  thereby  promoted. 

WILLIAM  MARSHALL,  A.M. 

Minister  of  the  Associate  Church,  Philadelphia. 

MOSHEIM'S  ECCLESIASTICAL  HISTORY  has  obtained  universal 
approbation  and  stands  in  no  need  of  my  recommendation. 

ROBERT  ANNAN,  A.M. 

As  I  can  with  perfect,  safety  ^  so  I  do  most  cheerfully  concur  with 
the  above  recommendations  in  favour  of  a  very  valuable  work. 

SAMUEL  MAG  AW,  D.  D. 

Philadelphia,  Oct.  31,  1796. 

I  HAVE  never  read  any  single  History  of  the  Christian  Church 
which  I  esteem  as  any  way  e^'ial  to  that  written  by  Dr.  MOSHEIM. 

ASHBEL  GREEN,  D.D. 

Philadelphia,  Jan  2,  1797. 


The  interesting  Work  recommended  with  so  much  propriety 
by  the  foregoing  Ministers  of  religion,  needs  only  to  be  read  in 
order  to  be  admired. 

JOHN  ANDREWS,  D.D. 

Vice  Provost   ami  Professor  of  Moral  Philosophy,  ^cc.  in  the  University  of 
Pennsylvania- 
WILLIAM  ROGERS,  D.D. 

Professor  of  English  ami  lie-lies  Letlres,  in  the  University  of  Pennsylvania- 

J,  HENRY CH.  HELMUTH,  D.D. 

Minister  of  the  Lutheran  Congregation. 

JOHN  MEDER, 

Minister  of  the  Church  of  the  United  Brethren. 

FREDRICK  SCHMIDT,  A.M. 

Minister  of  the  Lutheran  Congregation- 

WILLIAM  HENDEL,  D.D. 

Minister  of  the  German  Reformed  Congregation. 
Philadelphia,  JprilVQ,  1797. 

The  Ministers  of  Philadelphia,  in  their  recommendations  of 
MOSHEIM'S  ECCLESIASTICAL  HISTORY,  which  appear  above,  do, 
I  am  persuaded,  express  the  general  opinion  of  protcstant  divines, 
an  opinion  which  I  believe  to  be  just. 

E.  D.  GRIFFIN,  D.  D. 

Bartlctt  Professor  of  Pulpit  Eloquence,  in  the  Divinity  College,  Andover. 

Almost  every  lover  of  ECCLESIASTICAL  HISTORY  will  ac-  ord 
with  the  general  testimonies  above  given  in  favour  of  DR.  Mo- 
SHEIM.  We  cordially  approve  the  design  of  the  publisher,  and 
wish  him  success, 

JOHN  LATHROP,  D.D. 

JOHN  ELIOT,  D.  D. 

SAMUEL  SPRING,  D.  D. 

JOSEPH  ECKLEY,  D.  D. 

THOMAS  BALDWIN,  D.D. 

JEDIDIAH  MORSE,  D.  D. 

JOHN  S.  J.  GARDINER, 

LEONARD   WOODS, 

Abbot  Professor  of  Christian  Theology,  in  the  Divinity  College,  Andover. 

W.  EMERSON. 

Although  certain  portions  of  ECCLESIASTICAL  HISTORY,  espe- 
cially in  the  earliest  ages,  demand  a  more  rigorous  examination 
and  exact  statement  than  are  found  in  these  volumes,  yet  Mo- 
sheim's  ll'ork  as  a  whole  has  great  merit.  It  is  elaborate  and 
comprehensive,  and  has  been  generally  read  with  more  confi- 
dence than  any  other  complete  History  of  the  Church.  The 
notes  of  Maclaine  add  to  its  value  ;  and  if  they  do  not  always 
satisfy  will  at  least  awaken  and  assist  inquiry.  The  undertak- 
ing of  the  publisher,  in  our  opinion,  deserves  patronage. 

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J.  S.  BUCKMINSTER, 
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