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Two babes of love close clinging to her waist;
Fair as before her works she stands confess'd,
In flow'rs and pearls by bounteous Kirkall1 dress'd.
The Goddess then: "Who best can send on high
"The salient spout, far-streaming to the sky;
"His be yon Juno of majestic size,
"With cow-like udders, and with ox-like eyes.
"This China Jordan let the chief o'ercome
"Replenish, not ingloriously, at home.

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Osborne 2 and Curl accept the glorious strife,
(Tho' this his Son dissuades, and that his Wife).
One on his manly confidence relies;

One on his vigour and superior size.

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First Osborne lean'd against his letter'd post;
It rose, and labour'd to a curve at most.

So Jove's bright bow displays its wat'ry round,
(Sure sign that no spectator shall be drown'd).
A second effort brought but new disgrace:
The wild Mæander wash'd the Artist's face;
Thus the small jet, which hasty hands unlock,
Spirts in the gard'ner's eyes who turns the cock.
Not so from shameless Curl; impetuous spread
The stream, and smoking flourish'd o'er his head.
So (fam'd like thee for turbulence and horns)
Eridanus his humble fountain scorns;
Thro' half the heav'ns he pours th' exalted urn;
His rapid waters in their passage burn.

Swift as it mounts, all follow with their eyes:
Still happy Impudence obtains the prize.
Thou triumph'st, Victor of the high-wrought day,
And the pleas'd dame, soft smiling, lead'st away.
Osborne, thro' perfect modesty o'ercome,
Crown'd with the Jordan, walks contented home.
But now for Authors nobler palms remain;
"Room for my Lord!" three jockeys in his train;
Six huntsmen with a shout precede his chair:
He grins, and looks broad nonsense with a stare.
His Honour's meaning Dulness thus exprest,
"He wins this Patron, who can tickle best."

He chinks his purse, and takes his seat of state:
With ready quills the Dedicators wait;
Now at his head the dext'rous task commence,
And, instant, fancy feels th' imputed sense;

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Iliad at half the price: Of which books he had
none, but cut to the size of them (which was
Quarto) the common books in folio, without
Copper-plates, on a worse paper, and never above
half the value, P. [Part om.] Of Osborne
Johnson used to say, that he had no sense of
any shame, but that of being poor.
[quoted by Bowles, who refers to the well-known
episode in Boswell, concerning J.'s summary
chastisement of O. See Boswell ad ann. 1742.]

Bannister

Now gentle touches wanton o'er his face,
He struts Adonis, and affects grimace:
Rolli1 the feather to his ear conveys,
Then his nice taste directs our Operas:
Bentley his mouth with classic flatt'ry opes,
And the puff'd orator bursts out in tropes.
But Welsted3 most the Poet's healing balm
Strives to extract from his soft, giving palm;
Unlucky Welsted! thy unfeeling master,
The more thou ticklest, gripes his fist the faster.
While thus each hand promotes the pleasing pain,
And quick sensations skip from vein to vein;
A youth unknown to Phoebus, in despair,
Puts his last refuge all in heav'n and pray'r.
What force have pious vows! The Queen of Love
His sister sends, her vot'ress, from above.

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As, taught by Venus, Paris learnt the art
To touch Achilles' only tender part;

Secure, thro' her, the noble prize to carry,
He marches off his Grace's Secretary.

"Now turn to diff'rent sports," (the Goddess cries)
"And learn, my sons, the wond'rous pow'r of Noise.
To move, to raise, to ravish ev'ry heart,
With Shakespear's nature, or with Jonson's art,
Let others aim: 'tis yours to shake the soul
With Thunder rumbling from the mustard-bow15,
With horns and trumpets now to madness swell,
Now sink in sorrows with a tolling bell";
Such happy arts attention can command,
When fancy flags, and sense is at a stand.
Improve we these. Three Cat-calls 7 be the bribe

Paolo Antonio Rolli, an Italian Poet, and writer of many Operas in that language, which, partly by the help of his genius, prevailed in England near twenty years. He taught Italian to some fine Gentlemen, who affected to direct the Operas. P.

2 Bentley his mouth &c.] Not spoken of the famous Dr Richard Bentley, but of one Tho. Bentley, a small critic, who aped his uncle in a little Horace. The great one who was intended to be dedicated to the Lord Halifax, but (on a change of the Ministry) was given to the Earl of Oxford; for which reason the little one was dedicated to his son the Lord Harley. P. [Part om.]

3 Welsted] Leonard Welsted, author of the Triumvirate, or a Letter in verse from Palæmon to Cælia at Bath, which was meant for a satire on Mr P. and some of his friends about the year 1718. He writ other things which we cannot remember. You have him again in Book III. 169. P. [Part om.] [He was a hanger-on of the Whigs, and a copious writer.]

A youth unknown to Phabus, &c.] The satire of this Episode, being levelled at the base flatteries of authors to worthless wealth or greatness, concludes here with an excellent lesson to

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such men: That altho' their pens and praises were as exquisite as they conceit of themselves, yet (even in their own mercenary views) a creature unlettered, who serveth the passions, or pimpeth to the pleasures of such vain, braggart, puft Nobility, shall with those patrons be much more inward, and of them much higher rewarded. SCRIBL.

5 With Thunder rumbling from the mustardbowl.] The old way of making Thunder and Mustard were the same; but since, it is more advantageously performed by troughs of wood with stops in them. Whether Mr Denuis was the inventor of that improvement, I know not; but it is certain, that being once at a Tragedy of a new author, he fell into a great passion at hearing some, and cried, "Sdeath! that is my "Thunder." P. [Dennis' tragedy was Appius and Virginia; and 'his thunder' was used in Macbeth. See note to Essay on Criticism, v. 586.]

7-with a tolling bell;] A mechanical help to the Pathetic, not unuseful to the modern writers of Tragedy. P.

6 Three Cat-calls ] Certain musical instruments used by one sort of Critics to confound the Poets of the Theatre, P.

Of him, whose chatt'ring shames the monkey-tribe;
And his this Drum, whose hoarse heroic bass
Drowns the loud clarion of the braying Ass."
Now thousand tongues are heard in one loud din;
The monkey-mimics rush discordant in;

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'Twas chatt'ring, grinning, mouthing, jabb'ring all, And Noise and Norton, Brangling and Breval, Dennis and Dissonance, and captious Art,

And Snip-snap short, and Interruption smart,

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And Demonstration thin, and Theses thick,

And Major, Minor, and Conclusion quick.

"Hold!" (cry'd the Queen), "a Cat-call each shall win

Equal your merits! equal is your din!

But that this well-disputed game may end,

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Sound forth, my Brayers, and the welkin rend."

As, when the long-ear'd milky mothers wait

At some sick miser's triple bolted gate,
For their defrauded, absent foals they make
A moan so loud, that all the guild awake;
Sore sighs sir Gilbert, starting at the bray,

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From dreams of millions, and three groats to pay.

So swells each wind-pipe; Ass intones to Ass;
Harmonic twang! of leather, horn, and brass;
Such as from lab'ring lungs th' Enthusiast blows,
High Sound, attemper'd to the vocal nose;
Or such as bellow from the deep Divine;

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There, Webster! peal'd thy voice, and Whitfield 3! thine.

But far o'er all, sonorous Blackmore's strain;

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Walls, steeples, skies, bray back to him again.
In Tot'nham fields, the brethren, with amaze,
Prick all their ears up, and forget to graze;
Long Chanc'ry-lane retentive rolls the sound,
And courts to courts return it round and round;
Thames wastes it thence to Rufus' roaring hall,
And Hungerford re-echoes bawl for bawl.
All hail him victor in both gifts of song,
Who sings so loudly, and who sings so long".

Norton,] See ver. 417.-J. Durant Breval, author of a very extraordinary Book of Travels, and some Poems. See before, note on ver. 126. P. [The word 'brangle' (to oscillate; another form of brandle, Fr. branler) was confounded with 'wrangle.']

2 Sir Gilbert [Heathcote, cf. Moral Essays, Ep. III. v. 101].

3 Webster and Whitfield!] The one the writer of a News-paper called the Weekly Miscellany, the other a Field-preacher. Warburton. [George Whitfield, the early associate of the Wesleys, was born in 1714 and first attracted general attention by his preaching at Bristol and London in 1736. John Wesley was induced by his example to commence field-preaching. He died in America in 1770.]

A Long Chanc'ry-lane] The place where the

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offices of Chancery are kept. The long detention of Clients in that Court, and the difficulty of getting out, is humorously allegorized in these lines. P.

5 [Westminster Hall; built by William II. A. D. 1097.]

6 Who sings so loudly, and who sings so long.] A just character of Sir Richard Blackmore knight, who (as Mr Dryden expresseth it)

Writ to the rumbling of the coach's wheels, and whose indefatigable Muse produced no less than six Epic poems: Prince and King Arthur, twenty books; Eliza, ten; Alfred, twelve; the Redeemer, six; besides Job, in folio; the whole book of Psalms; the Creation, seven books; Nature of Man, three books; and many more. 'Tis in this sense he is styled afterwards the everlasting Blackmore. P. [Part om.]

This labour past, by Bridewell all descend1,
(As morning pray'r and flagellation end)*
To where Fleet-ditch with disemboguing streams
Rolls the large tribute of dead dogs to Thames,
The king of dykes! than whom no sluice of mud
With deeper sable blots the silver flood.

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"Here strip, my children! here at once leap in,

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"Here prove who best can dash thro' thick and thin, "And who the most in love of dirt excel,

"Or dark dexterity 3 of groping well.

"Who flings most filth, and wide pollutes around

"The stream, be his the Weekly Journals bound;

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"A pig of lead to him who dives the best;

"A peck of coals a-piece shall glad the rest." In naked majesty Oldmixon stands 5,

And Milo-like surveys his arms and hands;

Then, sighing, thus, "And am I now three-score?

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66 Ah why, ye Gods, should two and two make four?"

He said, and climb'd a stranded lighter's height,
Shot to the black abyss, and plung'd downright.
The Senior's judgment all the crowd admire,
Who but to sink the deeper, rose the higher.

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Next Smedley div'd"; slow circles dimpled o'er The quaking mud, that clos'd, and op'd no more, All look, all sigh, and call on Smedley lost; Smedley " in vain resounds thro' all the coast. essay'd7; scarce vanish'd out of sight,

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[The scene is on the site of the modern Bridge Street.]

2 (As morning pray'r and flagellation end)] It is between eleven and twelve in the morning, after church service, that the criminals are whipt in Bridewell. This is to mark punctually the time of the day: Homer does it by the circumstance of the Judges rising from court, or of the Labourer's dinner; our author by one very proper both to the Persons and the Scene of his poem, which we may remember commenced in the evening of the Lord-mayor's day: The first book passed in that night; the next morning the games begin in the Strand, thence along Fleet-street (places inhabited by Booksellers); then they proceed by Bridewell toward Fleetditch, and lastly thro' Ludgate to the City and the Temple of the Goddess. P.

3-dash thro' thick and thin,-love of dirtdark dexterity] The three chief qualifications of Party-writers: to stick at nothing, to delight in flinging dirt, and to slander in the dark by guess. P.

The Weekly Journals] Papers of news and scandal intermixed, on different sides and parties, and frequently shifting from one side to the other, called the London Journal, British Journal, Daily Journal, &c. the concealed writers of which for some time were Oldmixon, Roome, Arnall, Concanen, and others; persons never

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5 In naked majesty Oldmixon stands,] Mr JOHN OLDMIXON, next to Mr Dennis, the most ancient Critic of our nation; and unjust censurer of Mr Addison. In his Essay on Criticism, and the Arts of Logic and Rhetoric, he frequently reflects on our Author. But the top of his character was a Perverter of History, in that scandalous one of the Stuarts, in folio, and his Critical History of England, two volumes, octavo. Being employed by Bishop Kennet, in publishing the Historians in his Collection, he falsified Daniel's Chronicle in numberless places. He was all his life a virulent Party-writer for hire, and received his reward in a small place, which he enjoyed to his death. He is here likened to Milo, in allusion to Ovid [Metam. Bk. xv. v. 229]. P. [Part om.]

6 Next Smedley div'd;] The person here mentioned, an Irishman, was author and publisher of many scurrilous pieces, a weekly Whitehall Journal, in the year 1722, in the name of Sir James Baker; and particularly whole volumes of Billingsgate against Dr Swift and Mr Pope, called Gulliveriana and Alexandriana, printed in octavo, 1728. P.

Jonathan Smedley, a staunch Whig, and Dean of Clogher. Carruthers [who quotes his lines 'The Devil's last game' against Swift].

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And mounts far off among the Swans of Thames. True to the bottom see Concanen1 creep,

A cold, long-winded native of the deep;

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If perseverance gain the Diver's prize,

Not everlasting Blackmore this denies;

No noise, no stir, no motion canst thou make,

Th' unconscious stream sleeps o'er thee like a lake.

Next plung'd a feeble, but a desp'rate pack,

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With each a sickly brother at his back:
Sons of a Day! just buoyant on the flood,
Then number'd with the puppies in the mud.
Ask ye their names? I could as soon disclose
The names of these blind puppies as of those.
Fast by, like Niobe (her children gone)
Sits Mother Osborne, stupefy'd to stone!
And Monumental brass this record bears,
"These are,-ah no! these were, the Gazetteers!"
Not so bold Arnall 5; with a weight of skull,
Furious he dives, precipitately dull.
Whirlpools and storms his circling arm invest,
With all the might of gravitation blest.
No crab more active in the dirty dance,

and spirit, who was secretly dipt in some papers of this kind, on whom our Poet bestows a panegyric instead of a satire, as deserving to be better employed than in party quarrels, and personal invectives. P. Supposed to be Aaron Hill; but Pope denied it. Warton. [Hill, however, called Pope to account by a poetical rejoinder; though, as Bowles remarks, the compliment in the above lines infinitely exceeds the abuse. Cf. Intr. Memoir, p. xxxvi. Hill wrote no less than seventeen dramatic pieces, and was, besides, according to Dibdin, the projector of nut oil, of masts of ships from Scotch firs, of cultivating Georgia, and of potash!']

1 Concanen] MATTHEW CONCANEN, an Irishman, bred to the law. He was author of several dull and dead scurrilities in the British and London Journals, and in a paper called the Speculatist. In a pamphlet, called a Supplement to the Profund, he dealt very unfairly with our Poet, not only frequently imputing to him Mr Broome's verses (for which he might indeed seem in some degree accountable, having corrected what that gentleman did) but those of the duke of Buckingham and others: To this rare piece somebody humorously caused him to take for his motto, De profundis clamavi. He was since a hired scribbler in the Daily Courant, where he poured forth much Billingsgate against the lord Bolingbroke, and others; after which this man was surprisingly promoted to administer Justice and Law in Jamaica. P. [Part om.] This is the scribbler to whom Warburton wrote his famous Letter, published by Dr Akenside.

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2 With each a sickly brother at his back: Sons of a Day! &c.] These were daily papers, a number of which, to lessen the expense, were printed one on the back of another. P.

3 Like Niobe] See the story in Ovid, Met. VII. where the miserable petrefaction of this old Lady is pathetically described. P.

4 Osborne] A name assumed by the eldest and gravest of these writers, who at last, being ashamed of his Pupils, gave his paper over, and in his age remained silent. P.

5 Arnall] WILLIAM ARNALL, bred an Attorney, was a perfect Genius in this sort of work. He began under twenty with furious Partypapers; then succeeded Concanen in the British Journal. At the first publication of the Dunciad, he prevailed on the Author not to give him his due place in it, by a letter professing his detestation of such practices as his predecessor's. But since, by the most unexampled insolence, and personal abuse of several great men, the Poet's particular friends, he most amply deserved a nitch in the Temple of Infamy: He writ for hire, and valued himself upon it; not indeed without cause, it appearing by the aforesaid REPORT, that he received for Free Britons, and other writings, in the space of four years, no less than ten thousand nine hundred and ninety seven pounds, six shillings, and eight pence, out of the Treasury." But frequently, thro' his fury or folly, he exceeded all the bounds of his commission, and obliged his honourable Patron to disavow his scurrilities. P. [Part om.]

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