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Whose baseless fame by vanity is buoy'd,
Like the huge Earth, self-center'd in the void,
Accept one part'ner thy own worth t' explore,
And in thy praise be singular no more.
Say, Muse, what demon, foe to ease and truth,
First from the mortar dragg'd th' adventrous
youth,
[men,
And made him, 'mongst the scribbling sons of
Change peace for war, the pestle for the pen?

NOTES VARIORUM,

and Katy, but from these venerable authorities,
judicious reader, you may boldly dissent meo
periculo.
MART. MAC,
Puffer,] Of this talent take a specimen. In a
letter to himself he saith; "you have disco-
vered many of the beauties of the ancients;
they are obliged to you; we are obliged to you;
were they alive they would thank you; we who
are alive do thank you." His constant custom
of running on in this manner, occasioned the fol-
lowing epigram,

Hill puffs himself, forbear to chide;
An insect vile and mean,

Must first, he knows, be magnify'd
Before it can be seen,

'Pothecary, Play'r,] For both these, vide Woodward's letter, passim.

Like the huge Earth.] The allusion here seems to be taken from Ovid, who describes the Earth fixed in the air, by its own stupidity, or vis

inertia:

Pendebat in aere tellus,
Ponderibus librata suis.-

But, reader, dilate your imagination to take in
the much greater idea our poet here presents to
you: consider the immense inanity of space, and
the comparative nothingness of the globe, and
you may attain an adequate conception of our
hero's reputation, and the mighty basis it stands
upon. It is worth observing here that our au-
thor, quasi aliud agens, displays at one touch of
his pen more knowledge of the planetary sys-
tem, than is to be found in all the volumes of the
mathematicians.

'Twas on a day (0 may that day appear
No more, but lose its station in the year,
In the new style be not its name enroll'd
But share annihilation in the old!)
A tawny Sybil, whose alluring song,
Decoy'd the 'prentices and maiden throng,
First from the counter young Hillario charm'd,
And first his unambitious soul alarm'd-
An old strip'd curtain cross her arms was flung,
And tatter'd tap'stry o'er her shoulders hung;
Her loins with patch-work cincture were begirt,
That more than spoke diversity of dirt;
With age her back was double and awry,
Twain were her teeth, and single was her eye,
Cold palsy shook her head-she seem'd at most
A living corpse, or an untimely ghost,

NOTES VARIORUM.

all the Inspectors.
at misrepresenting circumstances, for which vide

May that day appear] This seems to be wrote with an eye to a beautiful passage in a very elegant poem;

Ye gods, annihilate both space and time,
And make two lovers happy.-

The request is extremely modest, and I really
wonder it was never complied with; but it must
be said in favour of Mr. Smart, that he is still
more reasonable in his demand, and it appears
by the alteration in the style, that his scheme
may be reduced to practice though the other is
mighty fine in theory. The Inspector is of this
opinion, and so is Monsieur de Scaizau.

A tatter'd tap'stry] Our author has been extremely negligent upon this occasion, and has indolently omitted an opportunity of displaying his talent for poetic imagery. Homer has described the shield of Achilles with all the art of his imagination; Virgil has followed him in this point, and indeed both he and Ovid seem to be delighted when they have either a picture to describe, or some representation in the labours of the loom. Hence arises a double delight; we admire the work of the artificer, and the poet's account of it; and this pleasure Mr. Smart might have impressed upon his readers in this passage, as many things were wrought into the tapestry here-mentioned. In one part our hero was administering to a patient," and the fresh vomit Say, Muse,] Observe, gentle reader, how ten- runs for ever green." The theatre at May-fair derly our author treats his hero throughout his made a conspicuous figure in the piece-the pit whole poem; he does not here impute his ridi- seemed to rise in an uproar-the gallery opened culous conduct, and all that train of errours which its rude throats and apples, oranges and halfhave attended his consummate vanity, to his pence flew about our hero's ears.-The Mall in own perverse inclination, but with greater can- St. James's Park was displayed in a beautiful dour insinuates that some demon, foe to Hil- vista, and you might perceive Hillario with his lario's repose, first misled his youthful imagina-janty air waddling along.-In Mary-le-Bone tion; which is a kind of apology for his life and character. He is not the only one who has been seduced to his ruin in this manner. We read it in Pope,

This note is partly by Macularius, and partly by Mr. Jinkyns, Philomath.

Some demon whisper'd, Visto have a taste. Hence then arise our hero's misfortunes; and that the demon above-mentioned was a foe to truth, will appear from Hillario's notable talent

Fields, he was dancing round a glow worm, and
finally the Rotunda at Ranelagh filled the eye
with its magnificence, and in a corner of it stood
a handsome young fellow holding a personage,
dressed in blue silk, by the ear;
"the very
worsted still looked black and blue." There
were many other curious figures, but out of a
shameful laziness has our poet omitted them.

POLYMETIS CANTABRIGIENSIS,

With voice far-fetch'd from hollow throat profound
And more than mortal was the infernal sound.
"Sweet boy, who seem'st for glorious deeds
design'd,

O come and leave that clyster pipe behind;
Cross this prophetic hand with silver coin,
And all the wealth and fame, I have, is thine"-
She said he (for what stripling cou'd with-
stand?)

Straight with his only six-pence grac'd her hand.
And now the precious fury all her breast
At once invaded, and at once possess'd;
Her eye was fix'd in an ecstatic stare,
And on her head uprose th' astonish'd hair :
No more her colour, or her looks the same,
But moonshine madness quite convuls'd her
frame,

While, big with fate, again she silence broke,
And in few words voluminously spoke.

"In these three lines athwart thy palm I see, Either a tripod, or a triple-tree,

For, Oh! I ken by mysteries profound,
Too light to sink, thou never can'st be drown'd
Whate'er thy end, the Fates are now at strife,
Yet strange variety shall check thy life-
Thou grand dictator of each public show,
Wit, moralist, quack, harlequin, and beau,
Survey man's vice, self-prais'd, and self pre-
ferr'd,

[well,

And be th' Inspector of th' infected herd;
By any means aspire at any ends,
Baseness exalts, and cowardice defends,
The chequer'd world's before thee-go-fare-
Beware of Irishmen-and learn to spell."
Here from her breast th' inspiring fury flew :
She ceas'd—and instant from his sight withdrew,

NOTES VARIORUM.

Th' astonish'd hair :] This passage seems to be an imitation of the Sybil in the sixth book of Virgil;

Subito non vultus, non color unus Nec comte mansere comæ.

and is admirably expressive of the witch's prophetic fury, and ushers in the prediction of Hillario's fortune with proper solemnity.

This note is by one of the Eolists, mentioned with honour in the Tale of a Tub.

Be th' Inspector, &c.] When the distemper first raged among the horned cattle, the king and council ordered a certain officer to superintend the beasts, and to direct that such, as were found to be infected, should be knocked on the head. This officer was called the Inspector, and from thence I would venture to lay a wager, our hero derived his title.

BENTLEY, Junior.

Beware of Irishmen, &c.] It is extremely probable that our poet is intimately acquainted with the classics; he seems frequently to have them in his eye, and such an air of enthusiasm runs through his whole speech, that the learned reader may easily perceive he has taken fire at some of the prophecies in Homer and Virgil.— The whole is delivered in breaks, and unconnected transitions, which denote vehement emotions in the mind; and the hint here concerning the Irish is perfectly in the manner of all great epic

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Fir'd with his fate, and conscious of his worth,
The beardless wight prepar'd to sally forth.
But first ('twas just, 'twas natural to grieve)
He sigh'd and took a soft pathetic leave.
"Farewell, a long farewell to all my drugs,
My label'd vials, and my letter'd jugs;
And you, ye bearers of no trivial charge,
Where all my Latin stands inscrib'd at large:
Ye jars, ye gallipots, and draw'rs adieu,
Be to my memory lost, as lost to view,
And ye, whom I so oft have joy'd to wipe,
Th' ear-sifting syringe, and back-piercing pipe,
Farewell-my day of glory's on the dawn,
And now,-Hillario's occupation's gone."

A

Quick with the word his way the hero made,
Conducted by a glorious cavalcade;
Pert Petulance the first attracts his eye,
And drowsy Dulness slowly saunters by,
With Malice old, and Scandal ever new,
And neutral Nonsense, neither false nor true.
Infernal Falsehold next approach'd the band
With *** and the Koran in her hand.
Her motley vesture with the leopard vies,
Stain'd with a foul variety of lies.
Next spiteful Enmity, gangren'd at heart,
Presents a dagger, and conceals a dart.

NOTES VARIORUM.

poets, who generally give the reader some idea of what is to ensue, without unfolding the whole, Thus we find in Virgil,

Bella, horrida bella,

Et Tybrim multo spumantem sanguine cerno and again

Alius Latio jam partus Achilles.

And in the sequel of this work, I believe, it will be found, that as Æneas had another Achilles, so our hero has had as formidable an adversary.

Farewell, a long farewell,] The ingenious Mr. L-der says that the following passage is taken from a work, which he intends shortly to publish by subscription, and he has now in the press a pamphlet, called Mr. Smart's Use and Abuse of the Moderns. But, with his leave, this passage is partly imitated from cardinal Wolsey's speech, and from Othello.

Neutral Nonsense, &c.]The train here described,
is worthy of Hillario, pertness, dulness, scandal
and malice, &c. being the very constituents of
an hero for the mock heroic, and it is not without
propriety that nonsense is introduced with the
epithet, neutral; nonsense being like a Dutch-
inan, not only in an unmeaning stupidity, but
in the art of preserving a strict neutrality. This
ing epigram,
neutrality may be aptly explained by the follow-

Word-valiant wight, thou great he shrew,
That wrangles to no end;
Since nonsense is nor false nor true,

Thou'rt no man's foe or friend. Falsehood,] This lady is described with two books in her hand, but our author chusing to preserve a neutrality, though not a nonsensical one, upon this occasion, the Tories are at liberty to fill up this blank with Rapin, Burnet, or any names

On th' earth crawls Flatt'ry with her bosom bare,
And Vanity sails over him in air.

Such was the groupe-they bow'd and they
ador'd,

And hail'd Hillario for their sovereign lord.
Flush'd with success, and proud of his allies,
Th' exulting hero thus triumphant cries.
"Friends, brethren, ever present, ever dear,
Home to my heart, nor quit your title there,
While you approve, assist, instruct, inspire,
Heat my young blood, and set my soul on fire;
No foreign aid my daring pen shall chuse,
But boldly versify without a Muse,
I'll teach Minerva, I'll inspire the Nine,
Great Fhæbus shall in consultation join,

And round my nobler brow his forfeit laurel twine."
He said and Clamour, of Commotion born,
Rear'd to the skies her ear afflicting horn,

NOTES VARIORUM.

While Jargon grav'd his titles on a block,
And styl'd him M. D. Acad. Budig, Soc.

But now the harbingers of fate and fame
Signs, omens, prodigies, and portents came.
Lo! (though mid-day) the grave Athenian fowl,
Eyed the bright Sun, and hail'd him with a howl,
Moths, mites, and maggots, fleas, (a numerous
Ciew!)

And gnats and grubworms crouded on his view,
Insects! without the microscopic aid,

Gigantic by the eye of Dulness made!
And stranger still-and never heard before!
A wooden lion roar'd, or seem'd to roar.
But (what the most his youthful bosom warm'd,
Heighten'd each hope and every fear disarm'd)
On an high dome a damsel took her stand,
With a well freighted Jordan in her hand,
Where curious mixtures strove on every side
And solid sounds with laxer fluids vied-

NOTES VARIORUM.

Adam the first Dutchman-victorious stroke for

Oratory-Right-Reason-Chapel, Saturday.

13th of January, and old style for ever

that will fit the niches; and the Whigs may, if
they please, insert Echard, Higgons, &c. But
why, exclaimeth a certain critic, should false-
hood be given to Hillario?-Because, replieth old England-Tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee.
Macularius, he has given many specimens of
his talent that way. Our hero took it into his
head some time since to tell the world that he
caned a gentleman whom he called by the name
of Mario; what degree of faith the town gave
him upon that occasion, may be collected from
the two following lines, by a certain wag who
shall be nameless.

To beat one man great Hill was fated;
What man?-a man that he created.
The following epigram may be also properly
inserted here.

What H―ll one day says, he the next does
deny,

And candidly tells us 'tis all a damn'd lye: Dear doctor-this candour from you is not wanted;

For why shou'd you own it? 'tis taken for granted.

Crawls Flattry, &c.] Our hero is as remarkable for his encomiumis, where it is his interest to commend, as for his abuse, where he has taken a dislike; but from the latter he is easily to be bought off, as may be seen in the following excellent epigram,

An author's writings oft reveal, Where now and then he takes a meal. Invite him once a week to dinner, He'll saint you, tho' the vilest sinner. Have you a smiling, vacant face, He gives you soul, expression, grace. Swears what you will, unswears it too; What will not beef and pudding do? Without a Muse, &c.] No the devil a bit!I am the only person that can do that!-My poems, written at fifteen, were done without the assistance of any Muse, and better than all Smart's poetry.-The Muses are strumpetsthey frequently give an intellectual gonorrhoeaCourt debt not paid-I'll never be poet laureate. -Coup de grace unanswerable-Our foes shall knuckle-five pounds to any bishop that will equal this-Gum guiacum for Latin lignum vitæ. 6

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Jargon grav'd &c.] Jargon is here properly introduced graving our hero's titles, which are admirably brought into verse, but the gentleman who wrote the last note, Mr. Orator H-ley, takes umbrage at this passage, and exclaimeth to the following effect, 'Jargon is meant for me. There is more music in a peal of marrowbones and cleavers than in these verses.-I am a logician upon fundamentals.-A rationalist,— lover of mankande, Glastonbury thorn,-huzza boys.-Wit a vivacious command of all objects and ideas.—I am the only wit in Great Britain.” See Oratory Tracts, &c 10036.

Patience, good Mr. Orator! we are not at leisure to answer thee at present, but must observe that jargon has done more for our hero, than ever did the society at Bordeaux, as will appear from the following extract of a letter sent to Martinus Marcularius, by a fellow of that society:

l'honneur le 12me passé. A l'égard de ce Mon-
J'ai bien reçu la lettre, dont vous m'avez fat
sieur Hillario, qui se vante si prodigieusement
chez vous, je ne trouve pas qu'il est enrollé dans
notre société, & son nom est parfaitment incon.
nu ici. J'attends de vous nouvelles, &c.
Moths, mites, &c.]

The important objects of his future specu-
lations!
[eyes,
O would the sons of men once think their
And reason given 'em but to study flies.
M. MACULARIUS.
Dulness made] This passage may be properly
illustrated by a recollection of two lines in Mr.
Pope's Essay on Criticism.

As things seem large which we through mists descry,

on in

Dulness is very apt to magnify.
Wooden lion roar'd,] Not the black
Salisbury-court, Fleet-street, where the New
Craftsman is published, nor yet the red lion at
Brentford, but the beast of the Bedford, who may
truly be said to have been alive, when animated

Lo! on his crown the lotion choice and large,
She soused-and gave at once a full discharge.
Not Archimedes, when with conscious pride,
"I've found it out! I've found it out!" he cry'd,
Not costive bardlings, when a rhyme comes pat,
Not grave Grimalkin when she smells a rat:
Not the shrewd statesman when he scents
plot,

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Not coy Prudelia, when she knows what's what,
Not our own hero, when (O matchless luck!)
His keen discernment found another Duck;
With such ecstatic transports did abound,
As what he smelt and saw, and felt and found.
"Ye gods, I thank ye, to profusion free,
Thusto adorn, and thus distinguish me,
And thou, fair Cloacina, whom I serve,
(If a desire to please is to deserve,)
To you I'll consecrate my future lays,
And on the smoothest paper print my soft
essays."

No more he spoke; but slightly slid along,
Escorted by the miscellaneous throng.

NOTES VARIORUM.

by Addison and Steele, though now reduced to that state of blockheadism, which is so conspicuous in his máster. Ficulnus, inutile lignum. BENTLEY junior.

A full discharge,] Reader, do not turn up your nose at this passage! it is much more decent than Pope's-Recollect what Swift says, that a nice man has filthy ideas, and let it be considered this discharge may have the same effect upon our hero, as a similar accident had upon a person of equal parts and genius.

Renew'd by ordure's sympathetic force,
As oil'd by magic juices for the course,
Vig'rous he rises from th' effluvia strong,
Imbibes new life and scours and stinks
along.

POPE'S Dunciad.

*Archimedes, &c.] As soon as the philosopher here mentioned discovered the modern save-all, and the new invented-patent black-ball, he threw down his pipe, and ran all along Piccadilly, with his shirt out of his breeches, crying out like a madman, tvenna! evenna! which in modern English is, the job is done! the job is done!

VETUS SCHOL.

Another Duck,] Hillario having a mind to celebrate and recommend a genius to the world, compares him to Stephen Duck, and at the close of a late luspector, cries out, "I have found another Duck, but who shall find a Caroline?"

Print my soft essays, ]Our hero for once bas spoke truth of himself, for which we could produce the testimonies of several persons of distinction. Bath and Tunbridge-wells have upon many occasions testified their gratitude to him on this head, as his works have been always found of singular use with the waters of those places. To this effect also speaketh that excellent comedian, Mr. Henry Woodward, in an ingenious parody on Busy, curious, thirsty fly, &c.

Busy, curious, hungry Hill,
Write of me and write your fill.
VOL. XVI.

And now, thou goddess, whose fire-darting
eyes

Defy all distance and transpierce the skies,
To men the councils of the gods relate,
And faithfully describe the grand debate.

The cloud-compelling thund'rer, at whose call
The gods assembled in th' etherial hall,
From his bright throne the deities addrest :
"What impious noise disturbs our awful rest,
With din prophane assaults immortal ears.
And jars harsh discord to the tuneful spheres ?
Nature, my hand-maid, yet without a stain,
Has never once productive prov'd in vain,
'Till now-luxuriant and regardless quite
Of ber divine, eternal rule of right,
On mere privation she 'as bestow'd a frame,
And dignify'd a nothing with a name,
A wretch devoid of use, of sense and grace,
Th' insolvent tenant of encumber'd space.

NOTES VARIORUM.

Freely welcome to abuse,
Could'st thou tire thy railing Muse.
Make the most of this you can,
Strife is short and life's a span.
Both alike, your works and pay,
Hasten quick to their decay,
This a trifle, those no more,
Tho' repeated to threescore.
Threescore volumes when they're writ,
Will appear at last b――t.

And now thou goddess, &c.] This invocationis perfectly in the spirit of ancient poetry. If I may use Milton's words, our author here presumes into the Heavens, an earthly guest, and draws empyreal air. Hence he calls upon the goddess to assist his strain, while he relates the councils of the gods. Virgil, when the plot thickens upon his hands, as Mr. Bayes has it, has offered up his prayer a second time to the Muse, and he seems to labour under the weight of his subject, when he cries out,

Majus opus moveo, major rerum mihi nasci

tur ordo.

This is the case at present with the writer of the Hilliad, and this piece of machinery will evince the absurdity of that Lucretian doctrine, which asserts that the gods are wrapped up in a lazy indolence, and do not trouble themselves about human affairs. The words of Lucretius are,

Omnis enim per se divûm natura necesse est Immortali ævo sumina cum pace fruatur, Semota a rebus nostris, disjunctaque longè. It is now recommended to the editors of the Anti-Lucretius to make use of this instance to the contrary in the next publication of that work. M. MACULARIUS.

Encumber'd space.] Jupiter's speech is full of pomp and solemnity, and is finally closed by a description of our hero, who is here said to take up a place in the creation to no purpose. What a dif

ferent notion of the end of his existence has Hillario, from what we find delivered by the excellent Longinus, in his treatise on the Sublime.

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"Good is his cause, and just is his pretence," (Replies the god of theft and eloquence.)

A hand mercurial, ready to convey, E'en in the presence of the garish day, The work an English classic late has writ, And by adoption be the sire of witSure to be this is to be something-sure, Next to perform, 'tis glorious to procure. Small was th' exertion of my god-like soul, When privately Apollo's herd I stole, Compar'd to him, who braves th' all-seeing Sun, And boldly bids th' astonish'd world look on."

NOTES VARIORUM.

The passage is admirable, translated by the author of the Pleasures of Imagination. "The godlike geniuses of Greece were well-assured that nature had not intended man for a low spirited or ignoble being; but bringing us into life and the midst of this wide universe, as before a multitude assembled at some heroic solemnity, that we might be spectators of all her magnificence, and candidates high in emulation for the prize of glory: she has therefore implanted in our souls an inextinguishable love of every thing great and exalted, of every thing which appears divine beyond our comprehension. Hence by the very propensity of nature we are led to admire, not little springs or shallow rivulets, however clear and delicious, but the Nile, the Rhine, the Danube, and much more than all the ocean."-Instead of acting upon this plan, Hillario is employed in pursuit of insects in Kensington-gardens, and as this is all the gratitude he pays for the being conferred upon him, he is finely termed an insolvent te

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Glorious to procure.] If our author could be thought capable of punning, I should imagine that the word procure, in this place, is made use of in preference to an appellation given to our hero in the commencement of this poem, viz. a pimp; but the reader will please to recollect that the term pimp is not in that passage used in its modern acceptation.

Small was th' exertion, &c.] Not so fast, good poet, cries out in this place, M. Macularius. We do not find that Hillario, upon any occasion whatever, has been charged with stealing Apollo's quiver, and certain it is, that those arrows, which he has shot at all the world, never were taken from thence. But of Mercury it is recorded by Horace, that he really did receive the god of wit in this manner;

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Her approbation Venus next exprest,
And on Hillario's part the throne addrest,
"If there be any praise the nails to pare,
And in soft ringlets wreathe th' elastic hair,
In talk and tea to trifle time away,
The mien so easy and the dress so gay!
Can my Hillario's worth remain unknown,
With whom coy Sylvia trusts herself alone;
With whom, so pure, so innocent his life,
The jealous husband leaves his buxom wife?
What tho' he ne'er assume the post of Mars;
By me disbanded from all amorous wars ;
His fancy (if not person) he employs,
And oft ideal countesses enjoys-
Tho' hard his heart, yet beauty shall control,
And sweeten all the rancour of his soul,

NOTES VARIORUM.

Venus next express'd,] Venus rises in this assembly quite in the manner attributed to her in the ancient poets; thus we see in Virgil that she is all mildness, and at every word breathes ambrosia ;

At non Venus aurea contra,
Pauca refert.—

She is to speak upon this occasion, as well as in the case produced from the Æneid, in favour of a much loved son, though indeed we cannot say that she has been quite so kind to Hillario, as formerly she was to Æneas, it being evident that she has not bestowed upon him that lustre of youthful bloom, and that liquid radiance of the eye, which she is said to have given the pious Trojan.

Lumenque juventæ

Purpureum, et lætos oculis afflavit honores. On the contrary Venus here talks of his black self, which makes it suspected that she reconciled herself to this hue, out of a compliment to Vulcan, of whom she has frequent favours to solicit and perhaps it may appear hereafter, that she procured a sword for our hero from the celestial blacksmith's forge. One thing is not a little surprising, that while Venus speaks on the side of Hillario, she should omit the real utility he has been of to the cause of love by his experience as an apothecary, of which, he himself hath told us, several have profited;

and it should be remembered at the same time, that be actually has employed his person in the service of Venus, and has now an offspring of the amorous congress. It is moreover notorious, that having, in his elegant language, tasted of the cool stream, he was ready to plunge in again, and therefore publicly set himself up for a wife, and thus, became a fortune-hunter with his pen; and if he has failed in his design, it is because the ladies do not approve the new scheme of propagation without the knowledge of a man, which Hillario pretended to explain so handsomely in the Lucina sine concubitu.-But the truth is, he never wrote a syllable of this book, though he transcribed part of it, and showed it to a bookseller, in order to procure a higher price for his productions. QUINBUS FLESTRIN.

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