that poetical rage and enthusiasm with which Mr. D. hath, in his time, been highly possessed; and of those extraordinary hints and motions whereof he himself so feelingly treats in his preface to the Rem. on Pr. Arth.-[See Notes on book ii. ver. 268.] Mr. Theobald, in the Censor, vol. ii. N. 33, calls Mr. Dennis by the name of Furius. "The modern Furius is to be looked upon as more an object of pity, than of that which he daily provokes, laughter and contempt. Did we really know how much this poor man (I wish that reflection on poverty had been spared) suffers by being contradicted, or, which is the same thing in effect, by hearing another praised, we should, in compassion, sometimes attend to him with a silent nod, and let him go away with the triumph of his illnature. Poor Furius (again) when any of his contemporaries are spoken well of, quitting the ground of the present dispute, steps back a thousand years to call in the succour of the ancients. His very panegyric is spiteful, and he uses it for the same reason as some ladies do their commendations of a dead beauty, who would never have had their good word, but that a living one happened to be mentioned in their company. His applause is not the tribute of his heart, but the sacrifice of his revenge," &c. Indeed his pieces against our poet are somewhat of an angry character, and as they are now scarce extant, a taste of his style may be satisfactory to the curious. A young, squab, short gentleman, whose outward form, though it should be that of downright monkey, would not differ so much from human shape as his unthinking immaterial part does from human understanding.--He is as stupid and as venomous as a hunch-backed toad.—A book through which folly and ignorance, those brethren so lame and impotent, do ridiculously look very big and very dull, and strut and hobble, cheek by jowl, with their arms on kimbo, being led and supported, and bully-backed by that blind Hector, impudence."-Reflect. on the Essay on Criticism, p. 26, 29, 30. It would be unjust not to add his reasons for this fury, they are so strong and so coercive. "Iregard him (saith he) as an enemy; not so much to me as to my king, to my country, to my religion, and to that liberty which has been the sole felicity of my life. A vagary of fortune, who is sometimes pleased to be frolicsome, and the epidemic madness of the times, have given him reputation, and reputation (as Hobbes says) is power, and that has made him dangerous. Therefore I look on it as my duty to King George, whose faithful subject I am; to my country, of which I have appeared a constant lover; to the laws, under whose protection I have so long lived; and to the liberty of my country, more dear to me than life, of which I have now for forty years been a constant assertor, &c.,-I look upon it as my duty, I say, to doyou shall see what-to pull the lion's skin from this little ass, which popular error has thrown round him; and to show that this author, who has been lately so much in vogue, has neither sense in his thoughts nor English in his expressions."-DENNIS, Rem. on Hom. Pref. p. 2, 91, &c. Besides these public-spirited reasons, Mr. D. had a private one; which, by his manner of expressing it, in p. 92, appears to have been equally strong. He was even in bodily fear of his life from the machinations of the said Mr. P. "The story (says he) is too long to be told, but who would be acquainted with it, may hear it from Mr. Curll, my bookseller. However, what my reason has suggested to me, that I have with a just confidence said, in defiance of his two clandestine weapons, his slander and his poison." Which last words of his book plainly discover Mr. D.'s suspicion was that of being poisoned, in like manner as Mr. Curll had been before him; of which fact see A full and true Account of a Horrid and Barbarous Revenge, by Poison, on the Body of Edmund Curll, printed in 1716, the year antecedent to that wherein these remarks of Mr. Dennis were published. But what puts it beyond all question is a passage in a very warm treatise, in which Mr. D. was also concerned, price two-pence, called A true Character of Mr. Pope and his Writings, printed for S. Popping, 1716; in the tenth page whereof he is said "to have insulted people on those calamities and diseases which he himself gave them, by administering poison to them," and is called (p. 4), "a lurking way-laying coward, and a stabber in the dark." Which (with many other things most lively set forth in that piece) must have rendered him a terror, not to Mr. Dennis only, but to all Christian people.* For the rest, Mr. John Dennis was the son of a saddler in London, born in 1657. He paid court to Mr. Dryden; and having obtained some correspondence with Mr. Wycherley and Mr. Congreve, he immediately obliged the public with their letters. He made himself known to the government by many admirable schemes and projects, which the ministry, for reasons best known to themselves, constantly kept private. For his character, as a writer, it is given as follows:-"Mr. Dennis is excellent at Pindaric writings, perfectly regular in all his performances, and a person of sound learning. That he is master of a great deal of penetration and judgment, his criticisms (particu larly on Prince Arthur) do sufficiently demonstrate." From the same account it also appears that he writ plays, "more to get reputation than money."DENNIS of himself. See Giles Jacob's Lives of Dram. Poets, p. 68, 69, compared with p. 206. [This is one of the Notes which we should have been glad that Pope had expunged from his edition of 1743. Dennis had then been nine years dead. The veteran and coarse critic, it is true, had, in his distress, published his correspondence with Dryden, Wycherley, Congreve, &c., but Pope had subscribed for the work, and Dennis, evidently gratified by the compliment, addressed him in the following terms: * [In Warburton's edition the following passage is added. "This charitable warn. ng only provoked our incorrigible poet to write the following epigram:- "Should Dennis publish, you had stabb'd your brother, Say, what revenge on Dennis can be had? Too dull for laughter, for reply too mad: On one so poor you cannot take the law; On one so old your sword you scorn to draw; The epigram was published in the third volume of Pope and Swift's Miscella nies, 1728.] "April 29, 1721. "Sir,-As you have subscribed for two of my books, I have ordered them to be left for you at Mr. Congreve's lodgings. As most of those letters were writ during the time that I was so unhappy as to be in a state of war with you, I was forced to maim and mangle at least ten of them, that no footsteps might remain of that quarrel. I particularly left out about half the letter which was writ upon publishing the paper called The Guardian. I am, Sir, your most obedient humble servant, JOHN DENNIS." This letter Pope published in the editions of the Dunciad of 1729, but he afterwards unkindly suppressed it. Dennis printed the poet's reply, which was in a very friendly strain : "May 8, 1721. "Sir, I called to receive the two books of your letters from Mr. Congreve, and have left with him the little money I was in your debt. I look upon myself to be much more so, for the omissions you have been pleased to make in these letters in my favour, and sincerely join with you in the desire that not the least traces may remain of that difference between us, which indeed I am sorry for. You may, therefore, believe me, without either ceremony or falseness, Sir, &c. A. POPE." No fresh provocation was given by the critic, and surely to publish the bitter epigram, and introduce Dennis so prominently into the Dunciad after this pledge of peace and amity, was harsh if not indefensible. Dennis retaliated by sending to the press some dull offensive criticism which he had written fourteen years before on the Rape of the Lock. He had also his Tu quoque against the poet. The latter had accused Dennis of writing the account of his own life-"Dennis of himself"-in Giles Jacob's Lives of the Poets. Dennis got a letter written by Jacobs, stating that Pope had revised and altered the account of his life in the same work, subscribing two guineas for the publication. See book third of Dunciad for allusion to Jacob. The Gentleman's Magazine thus announces the death of "the critic.”—1734, January 6, died John Dennis, well known in the learned world for his critical works. We think he may be called the last classic wit of King Charles's reign."] COLLEY CIBBER. Ver. 109. Bayes, form'd by nature stage and town to bless.] It is hoped the poet here hath done full justice to his hero's character, which it were a great mistake to imagine was wholly sunk in stupidity; he is allowed to have supported it with a wonderful mixture of vivacity. This character is heightened, according to his own desire, in a letter he wrote to our author. "Pert and dull at least you might have allowed me. What! am I only to be dull, and dull still, and again, and for ever?" He then solemnly appealed to his own conscience, that "he could not think himself so, nor believe that our poet did; but that he spoke worse of him than he could possibly think;" and concluded it must be "merely to show his wit, or for some profit or lucre to himself."-Life of C. C., chap. vii. and Letter to Mr. P., p. 15, 40, 53. Ver. 113.-Now, shame to Fortune!1 an ill run at play Blank'd his bold visage, and a thin third day: Swearing and supperless the hero sate.2 1 Because she usually shows favour to persons of this character, who have a three-fold pretence to it. 2 It is amazing how the sense of this hath been mistaken by all the former commentators, who most idly suppose it to imply that the hero of the poem wanted a supper. In truth a great absurdity! Not that we are ignorant that the hero of Homer's Odyssey is frequently in that circumstance, and therefore it can no way derogate from the grandeur of epic poem to represent such hero under a calamity to which the greatest, not only of critics and poets, but of kings and warriors, have been subject. But much more refined, I will venture to say, is the meaning of our author: It was to give us, obliquely, a curious precept, or, what Bossu calls a disguised sentence, that "Temperance is the life of study." The language of poesy brings all into action; and to represent a critic encompassed with books, but without a supper, is a picture which lively expresseth how much the true critic prefers the diet of the mind to that of the body, one of which he always castigates, and often totally neglects, for the greater improvement of the other. SCRIBLERUS. But since the discovery of the true hero of the Poem, may we not add that nothing was so natural, after so great a loss of money at dice, or of reputa tion by his play, as that the poet should have no great stomach to eat a sup per? Besides, how well has the poet consulted his heroic character, in adding that he swore all the time?-BENTL. THEOBALD'S SHAKESPEAR. Ver. 134. There hapless Shakespear, yet of Tibbald sore, It is not to be doubted but Bayes was a subscriber to Tibbald's Shakespear He was frequently liberal this way: and, as he tells us, "subscribed to Mr. Pope's Homer, out of pure generosity and civility; but when Mr. Pope did so to his Nonjuror, he concluded it could be nothing but a joke."—Letter to Mr. P., p. 24. This Tibbald, or Theobald, published an edition of Shakespear, of which he was so proud himself as to say, in one of Mist's Journals, June 8, " Thai to expose any errors in it was impracticable." And in another, April 27, "That whatever care might for the future be taken by any other editor, he would still give above five hundred emendations, that shall escape them all." It was a ridiculous praise which the players gave to Shakespear," that he never blotted a line." Ben Jonson honestly wished he had blotted a thousand; and Shakespear would certainly have wished the same, if he had lived to see those alterations in his works, which, not the actors only (and especially the daring hero of this poem) have made on the stage, but the presumptuous critics of our days in their editions. [Annotated editions of Shakespear (as Pope uniformly spells the name) have multiplied vastly since the era of the Dunciad; but up to the laborious work of Malone, Theobald's edition was unquestionably the best. He had the advantage of Pope in being familiar with the old Elizabethan literature, and black-letter poetry, so essential to the proper illustration of Shakespear, and his patient industry rescued the text of our great poet from numerous errors and obscurities. Warburton corresponded with Theobald, and assisted him materially in editing Shakespear. In the edition of 1729, Pope preferred a personal charge against Theobald. He said in a note that "during two whole years, while Mr. Pope was preparing his edition, he published advertisements, requesting assistance, and promising satisfaction to any who could contribute to its greater perfection; but this restorer, who was at that time soliciting favours of him by letters, did wholly conceal that he had any such design, till after its publication (which he was not ashamed to own in a Daily Journal of Nov. 26, 1729). And then an outcry was made in the prints that our author had joined with the booksellers to raise an extravagant subscription, in which he had no share, of which he had no knowledge, and against which he had publicly advertised in his own proposals for Homer." Theobald, in a letter addressed to Concanen, denied this charge. He said he had not concealed his design from Pope, as he had no such certain design till he saw how incorrect an edition of Shakespear Mr. Pope had given to the public. With respect to the alleged ingratitude, Theobald states that when he put out his proposals for translating Eschylus, he solicited Mr. Pope to recommend his design. To this the poet replied that he was glad Theobald had undertaken the work, and that he would be glad to promote his interest. Theobald lived to see himself deposed, and Cibber elevated to the post of hero of the Dunciad. He died September 18, 1744, aged about 52.] OGILBY THE TRANSLATOR AND THE DUCHESS OF NEWCASTLE. John Ogilby was one, who, from a late initiation into literature, made such a progress as might well style him the prodigy of his time, in sending into the world so many large volumes ! His translations of Homer and Virgil, done to the life, and with such excellent sculptures! And (what added great grace to his works) he printed them all on special good paper, and in a very good letter."-WINSTANLY, Lives of Poets. "The Duchess of Newcastle was one who busied herself in the ravishing delights of poetry; leaving to posterity in print three ample volumes of her studious endeavours."-WINSTANLY, ibid. Langbaine reckons up eight folios of her Grace's; which were usually adorned with gilded covers, and had her coat of arms upon them. [Margaret Lucas, Duchess of Newcastle, who died in 1673, notwithstanding |