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DAVID MALLET Esq.

OF VERBAL CRITICISM.

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Oft to disturb, and oft divert, mankind, Who first created, and yet rules, the stage,
The Reading Coxcomb is of special note, Bold to design, all-powerful to express,
By rule a Poet, and a Judge by rote :

Shakespear each passion drew in every dress : 59 Grave son of idle Industry and Pride,

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Great above rule, and imitating none;
Whom learning but perverts, and books misguide, Rich without borrowing, Nature was his own.

O fam'd for judging, as for writing well, Yet iz lis fenfe debas'd by grois allay :
That rareft fcie nce, where so few excel;

As gold in mines lies mix'd with dirt and clay. Whose life, severely scann'd, transcends thy lays, Now, eagle-wingid, his heavenward fight he For wit supreme is but thy second praise: 10

takes ; 'Tis thine, o Pope, who chuse the better part, The big stage thunders, and the foul awakes : 56 To tell hd false, how vain, the Scholiait's art, Now, low on earth, a kindred reptile creeps ; Which nor to taste, nor genius has pretence,

Sad Hamlet quibbles, and the hearer sleeps. And, if 'tis learning, is not common sense. Such was the Poet : next the Scholiaft view;

In error obftinate, in wrangling loud, is Faint through the colouring, yet the features true. For trifles eager, positive, and proud;

Condemnld to dig and dung a barren foil, 61 Deep in the darkness of dull authors bred, Where hardly tares will grow with care and toil, With all their refuse lumber'd in his head, He, with low industry, goes gleaning on What every dunce from every dunghill drew From good, from bad, from mean; neglecting Of literary offals, old or new, Forth steps at last the self-applauding wight,

His brother book-worm fo, in shelf or ftall Of points and letters, chaff and straws to write : Will teed alike on Woolfton and on Paul.

65 Sagely resolv'd to swell each bulky piece

By living clients hopeless now of bread, With venerable toys, from Roine and Greece ; He pettifogs a scrap from authors dead. How oft, in Homer, Paris curl'd his hair ; 25 See bim on Shakespeare pore, intent to fteal If Aristotle's cap were round or square ;

Poor farce, by fragments, for a third-day meal. If in the cave, where Dido first was spotl, Such that grave bird in northern seas is found, 70 To Tyre she turn'd her heels, to Troy her head. Whose name a Dutchman only knows to found.

Such the choice anecdotes, profound and vain, Where e'er the king of fith moves on before, That store a Bently's and a Burman's brain : 30 This humble friend attends from thore to fiore ; Hence, Plato quoted, or the Stag yrite,

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To prove that tiame ascends, and snow is white : He picks up what his patron drops behind;
Hence much hard ftudy, without fenfe or breeding, with whole choice cates his palate to regale,
And all the grave impertinence of reading, And is the careful Tibbald of a whale.
If Shakespeare faye, the noon-day fun is bright, Bleft genius! who befows his oil and pains
His Scholiast will remark, it then was light; 35 On each dull passage, each dull book contains ; 8.
Turn Caxton, Winkin, each old Goth and Hun, Thc toil more grataful, as the tak more low :
To rectify the reading of a pun.

So carrion is the quarry of a crow. Thus, nicely trilling, accurately dull,

Where his fam'd author's page is flat and poor, How one may toil, and toil--to be a fool! 40

There,, mote exact the reading to restore; But is there then no bonour due to age? By dint of plodding, and by sweat of face, No reverence to great Shakespear's noble page? A bull to cliange, a blunder to replace: And he, who halt a life has read him o'er,

Whate'er is refuse critically gleaning, His mangled points and commas to rettore,

And mendi:g nonsense into doubtful meaning. Mcets he fuel fight regard in nameless lays, 45

For this draad Dennis (and who can forbear. Whom Bufo treats, and Lady. Would-be pays ?

Dunce or not Dunce, relating it, to stare?) VL. VII,

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His head though jealous, and his years foorscore, Great eldeft-born of Dullness, blir d and bold ! Ev's Dennis praises, whe ne'er prais'd before ! Tyrant ! more cruel than Procrustes old;

130 For this, the Scholiaft claims his share of fame, Who, to his iron-bed, by torture, fits, Ard, modeft, prints his own with Shakespeare's 'Their nobler part, the souls of suffering Wits. name:

Such is the Man, who heaps his head with bays, How justly, Pope, in this sort story view ; 95 | And calls on human kind to found his praise, Which may be dull, and therefore should be true. For points transplac'd with curious want of drill,

A Prelate, fam'd for clearing each dark text, For Hatteu'd sounds, and senfe amended ill. 156 Who sense with sound, and truth with rhetoric So wise Caligula, in days of yore, mixt,

His helmet fill'd with pebbles on the shore, Once, as his moving theme to rapture warm'd, Swore he had rifled ocean's rich spoils, Inspir'd himself, his happy hearers charm'd. 100 And claim'd a trophy for his martial toils, 160 The fermon o'er, the croud remain'd behind, Yet be his merits, with his faults conteft : And freely, man or woman; spoke their mind : Fair-dealing, as the plaineft, is the best. All said they lik'd the lecture from their soul, Long lay the Critic's work, with triftes stored, And each, remembering something, prais'd the Admira in Latin, but in Greek ador'd. whole,

Men, fo weil read, who confidently wrote, 165 At last an honeft fexton join'd the throng 105 Their readers could have sworn, were men of (For as the theme was large, their talk was long); note : Neighbours, he cry'd, my conscience bids me tell, To pass upon the croud for great or rare, Thor "was the Doctor preach'd I toli'd the bell. Aim not to make them knowing, make them ftare.

In this the Critic's folly most is hown ; For these blind votaries good Bentley griev'd, Is there a Genius, all-unlike his own,

Writ English notes and mankind undeceiv'd: With learning elegant, with wit well bred, In such clear light the serious folly plac'd, And, as in bcoke, in men and manners read ; Ev’n thou, Browne Willis, thou may’ft see the Himself with poring erudition blind,

jest. Unknowing, as unknown of human kind?

But what can cure our vanity of mind, That writer he selects, with aukward aim 115 Deaf to reproof, and to discovery blind? His fenfe, at orce, to mimic and to maiin. Let Crooke, a Brother-Scholiaft Shakespeare call

, So Florio is a fop, with half a nose :

Tibbald, to Hesiod-Cooke returns the ball. 176 So fat West Indian Planters dress as Beaux. So runs the circle still : in this, we see Thus, gay Petronius was a Dutchman's choide, The lackies of the Great and Learn'd agree. And Horace, strange to say, tun'd Bentley's If Britain's nobles mix in high debate, voice.

120 Whence Europe, in fufpence, attends her fate; 180 Horace, whom all the Graces taught to please, In mimie session their grave footmen meet, Mix'd mirth with morals, eloquence with ease ; Reduce an army, or equip a fleet: Hiś genius social, as his judgement clear ; And, rivaling the critic's lofty stile, When frolic, prudent; smiling when severe ; Mere Tom and Dick are Stanhope and Argyll. Secure, each temper, and each taste to hit,

Yet those, whom pride and dulness join to blind, His was the curious happiness of wit.

To narrow cares and narrow fpace confin'd, 186 Skill'd in that nobleft Science, How to live ; Though with big titles each his fellow greets, Which Learning may direct, but Heaven must Are but to wits, as scavengers to streets : give;

The humble black-guardts of a Pope or Gay, Grave with Agrippa, with Mæcenas giy ; To bruíh off dust, and wipe their spots away. 190 Among the Fair, but just as wise as they : 130 Or, if not trivial, harmful is their art; First in the friendships of the Great enroll'd, Fume to the head, or poison to the heart. The St. Johns, Boyles, and I yttletons, of old. Where ancient Authors hint at things obscene, While Bentley, long to wrangling schools con- The Scholiaft fpeaks out broadly what they mean, fin'd,

Disclohng each dark vice, well loft to fame, 195 And, but by books, acquainted with mankind, And adding fuel to redundant Hame, Dares, in the fulness of the pedant's pride, 135 He, fober pimp to lechery, explains, Rhy!ne, tho'no genius ; tho' no judge, decide. What Capræ's Ine, or V's Alcove contains : Yet he, prime pattern of the captious art, Why Paulus, for his fordid temper known, Out-tibbalding poor Tibbald, tops his part: Was lavish, to his father's wife alone : Holds high the scourge o’er each fam'd author's Why those fond female vists duly paid

140 To tupeful Incuba ; and what her trade : Nor are their graves a refuge for the dead. How modern love has made so many martyrs, To Milton lending sense, to Horace wit,

And which keeps ofteneft, Lady C, or Chartres. He makes them write what never Poet writ: But who their various follies can explain? 205 The Roman Muse arraigis his inangling pen ; The tale is infinite, the talk were vain. Ånd Paradise, by him, is lost again. 145 "Twere to read new-year odes in search of thought; Such was his doom impos'd by Heaven's decree, To fum the libels Pryn or Withers wrote ; With ears that hear not, eyes that shall not see, To guess, ere one epistle faw the light, The low to swell, to level the subline,

How many dunces met, and club'd their mite ; 210 To blast all beauty, and beprofe all rhyme. To vouch for truth what Welfted prints of Pope,

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That be the part of perfevering Wale,

Ch, born to glad and animate our Ine! With pen of lead; or, Arnall, thin of brass; For thee, our heavens look pleas'd, our seasons A text for Henley, or a glofs for Hearne, 215

smile : Who loves to teach, what no mas cares to learn. For thee, late object of our tender fears, How little, knowledge reaps from toils like When thy life droop'd, and Britain was in tears, there !

All-cbearing Health, the goddess rosy-fair, Too doubtful to direct, to poor to please.

Attended by foft funs, and vernal air, Yet, Critic's, would your tribe deserve a naine, Sought those * fam'd springs, wherc, each affiictive And, fairly useful, rise to honest fame;

bour, First, from the head, a !cad of lumber inove,

Disease, and age, and pain, invoke her power : And, from the volume, all yourselves approve :

She came ; and, while to thee the current flows,
For patch'd and pilfered fragments, give us sense, Pour'd all herself, and in thy cup arose.
Or learning, clear from learn'd impertinence, Hence, to thy cheek, that instant bloom deriv'd:
Where moral meaning, or where taste presides, Hence, with thy health, the weeping world re-
And wit enlivens but what reason guides: 226 viy'd!
Great without swelling, without meanness pla'n, Proceed to emulate thy race divine :
Serious, notlly ; sportive, but not vain,

A life of action, and of praise, be thine.
On trifles fight, on things of use profound, Affert the titles genuine to thy blood,
In quoting fober, and in judging sound.

By Nature, daring; but by reason, good.
So great, so glorious thy forefathers Thone,
No son of theirs must hope to live unknown:
Their deeds will place thy virtue full in figit;

Thy vice, if vice thou hast, in stronger light.
V E R S E S

If to thy fair beginnings nobly true, PRESENTED TO THE PRINCE OF ORANGE,

Think what the world may claim, and thou must

do : ON HIS VISITING OXFORD,

The honours, that already grace thy nanie,

Have fix'd thy choice, aud force thee unio same, THE YEAR MDCC, XXXIV.

Ev'n fhe, bright Anna, whom thy worth has won, ECEIVE, lov'd prince, the tribute of our Inspires thee what to feek and what to Thun: praise,

Rich in all outward grace, th' exalted fair This hasty welcome, in unfinish'd lays.

Makes the foul's beauty her peculiar care. At beft, the pomp of fong, the paint of art, O, be your nuptials crown’d with glad encrease Display the genius, but not speaks the heart;

Of sons, in war renown'd, and great in peace ; And oft, as ornament must truth supply,

Of daughters, fair and faithful, to supply
Are but the splendid colouring of a lie.

The patriot-race, till Nature's self fhall dic!
Thefe need not here; for to a foul like thine,
Truth, plain and simple, will more lovely shine.
The truly good but will the verse fincere :

V E R S E S
They court no fattery, who no censure fear.
Such Nafsau is, the faireft, gentlest mind,

DR. FRASER'S REBUILDING In blooming youth the Titus of mankind,

PART OF THE UNIVERSITY OF ABERDEEN, Crouds, who to hail thy wilh'd appearance ran, Forgnt the prince, to praise aud love the man.

(N times long part, ere Wealth was Warning's

IN Such fenfe with fweetness, grandeur mix?d with And dar d’despise the worth he would not know ;

foe, cafe ! Our nobler youth will learn of thee to please :

Erc mitred pride, which arts alone had rais'd, Thy bright example 1:all our world arlorn,

Thore very arts, in others faw, unprais'd;

Friend to mankind, t a prelate, good and great, And charm, in gracious princez, yet unborn.

The Muses courted to this fale retreat : Nor deem this verse from venal art proceeds, 'That vice of courts, the foil for baneful weeds.

Fix'd each fair virgin, decent, in her cell, Here candor dwells; here honest truths are taught. The fabric finifh’d,' to the sovereign's fame.

With learned leisure, and with peace to dwell. To guide and govern, not disguise, the thought. His own neglecting, he transferr'd his claim. See these enlighten'd Sages, who prefide O'er learning's empire ; see the youth they guide : Here, by successive worthies, well was taught Behold, all faces are in transport drest!

Whate'cr enlightens, or exalts the thought. But those most wonder, who discern thee beft.

With labour planted, and improv'd with care, At fight of thee, each free-born heart receives

The various tree of knowledge flourish'd fair : A joy, the fight of princes rarely gives ;

Soft and serene the kindly seasons rolled, From tyrants sprung, and oft themselves design'd, And Science long enjoy'd her age of gold. By Fate, the future Neroes of their kind :

Now, dire reverfe! impair'd by lapse of years, For though thy blood, we know, transmitted A falling waste the Muses' feat appears.

springs From laurel'd heroes, and from warrior-kings, + Bishop Elphinslor. Torough that high series, we, delighted, trace Cilling it King's College, in compliment to The friends of liberty, and human race !

Jumes II.

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O'er her grey roofs, with baneful ivy bound, Or to the laureld grove, at times, retire,
Time, sure destroyer, walks his hoftile round: There, woo the Muse, and wake the inoving
Silent, and slow, and ceaseless in his toil,

lyre.
He mines each wall, he moulders every pile ! As fair examples, like afcending morn,
Ruin hangs hovering o'er the fated place : The world at once enlighten and adorn ;
And dumb Oblivion comes with mended pace.

From them diffusd, the gentle arts of peace
Sad Learning's genius, with a father's fear, Shot brightening o'er the land, with swift en-
Beheld the total defolation near :

creale : Beheld the Muses itretch the wing to fly ;

Rough nature soften'd into grace and ease; And fix'd on heaven his forrow-streaming eye! Sense grew polite, and science fought to please. From heaven, in that dark hour, commission'd Reliev'd from yon rude scene of party-din, came

Where open Baleness vies with secret Sin, Mild Charity, ev’n there the foremost name..

And safe embower'd in Woburn's airy groves, Swift Pity few before her, softly bright;

Let us recall the tiines our taste approves ; At whose felt influence, Nature simild with light. Awaken to our aid the mourning Muse ; “ Hear, and rejoice the gracious Power Through every bosom tender thought infuse ; “ begun

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angry

Faction into moral fense, “ Already, fir'd by me thy favourite son, And to his guests a Bedford's foul dispense. « This ruin'd seene remarks with flial eyes; And now, while Spring extends her smiling " And, from its fall, bids fairer fabrics rise.

reiga, « Eva now,

behold! where crumbling frag- Green on the mountain, flowery in the plain ; ments grey,

While genial Nature breathes, from hill and dale, « 'In duft deep-bury'd, loft te memory lay, Health, fragrance, gladness, in the living gale ; “ The column swells, the well-knit are hes bend, The various softness, stealing through the heart, « The round dome widens, and the roofs ascend! | Impressions sweetly focial, will impart,

Nor ends the boui'ty thus: by him beitow'd, When sad Eudocia pours her hopeless woe, « Here, Science fhall her richest stores unload. The tear of pity will unbidden flow! “..Wbate'er, long-hid, Philosophy has found; When erring Phocyas, whom wild pallious blind, “ Or the Mute sung, with living laurel crown'd; Holds up himself, a mirror for mankind; " Or History defcry'd, far-looking fage,

An equal eye on our own hearts we turn, « In the dark doubtfulness of diftant age ; Where frailties lurk, where fond affections burn: “ These, thy best wealth, with curious choice And, confcious, Nature is in all the fame, « combin'd,

We mourn the guilty, while the guilt we blame! Now treasur'd here, shall form the studious

" mind : “ To wits unborn the wanted succours give, 6. And fire the Bard, whom Genius means to «« live,

EPILOGUE « But, teach thy fons the gentle laws of peace ; « Let low Self-love and pedant-Discord cease : “ Their object Truth, Utility their aiin,

BROTHERS, es One socjal fpirit reign, in all the saine. « Thus aided arts shall with fresh vigour Moot; “ Thei tur'd blofioins ripen into fruit;.

A TRAGEDY, BY DR. YOUNG, " Thy faded star dispense a brighter ray,

woman, sure, the most severe afliction “ And each glad Muse renew her noblest lay,"

Is, from these fellows, point-blank con

tradiction. Our Bard, without I wish he would appear

Ud! I would give it him--but you shall hear PROLOGUE

Good Sir! quoth land curtsey'das I spokem Our pit, you know, expects and loves a joker

"Twere fit to bumour them : for, right or wrong, SEIGE OF DAMASCUS

True Britons never like the fame thing long.

To-day is fair---they strut, huff, swear, harangue; SPOKEN BY LORD SANDWICH. Tr-morrow's foul-they sneak aside, and hang.

Is THEN arts and arms, beneath Eliza's smile, The peace is made-then, blood! they'll fight

ere a wara--peace ! peace ! is all their cry: Spread wide their influence o'er this happy and die. ille ;

Gallants, in talking thus, I meant no treason ; A golden reign, uncurft with party rage,

I would have brought, you fee, the-unan to rea'I hat foe to taste, and tyrant of our rage ;

fon, Bre all our learning in a libel lay,

Eut with some folks, 'tis labour loft to strive : And all our talk, in politics, or play :

A reasoning mule will neither lead nor drive, The fatesinan oft would soothe his toils with wit, He hum'd, and hawod; then, waking from his What Spenser sung, and Nature's Shakespeare dream, writ;

Cry'd, I mult preach to you his mcral scheme.

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A scheme, forsooth! to benefit the nation!
Some queer, odd whim of pious propagation!
Lord!' talk fo, here the man must be a wide

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Drury may propagate--but not Religion.

Yet, after all, to give the Devil his due,
Our Author's scheme, though strange, is wholly
Well, Thail the novelty then recommend it?
If not from liking, from caprice befriend it,
For drums and routs, make him a while your

patsion,
A little while let Virtue be the faithion :
Aud, spite of real or imagin'd biunders,
Ev'n let him live, nine days, like other wonders,

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N modern, as in ancient days,
MR. THOMSON'S AGAMEMNON.

on :

The Player in his own poft-chaise ;
WHEN
THEN this decisive night, at length, ap- The Poet in a carrier's waggorà !

pears,
The night of every author's hopes and fears,
What inifts to bribe applause, poor poets try !
In all the forms of wit they court and lye :
These meanly beg it, as an alms; and those,

EPIGRAM,
By boastful bluiter dazzle and impose.
Nor poorly fearful, nor securely vain,

ON A CERTAIN LORD'S PASSION FOR A
Ours would, by honest ways, that grace obtain ;
Would, as a free-born wit, be fairly try'd :
And then--let candor, fairly too, decide.
He courts no friend, who blindly comes to

TERINA's angel-voice delights;
praise;
He dreads no foe_but whom his faults may raise. How whimsical her Strephon’s fate,

Condemn'd at once to like and hate !
Indulge a generous pride, that bids him own,
He aims to please, by noble nieans alone;

But be the cruel, be the kind,
By what may win the judgment, wake the h:art, Love ! ftrike har dumb, or make him blind.
Imfpiring nature, and directing art ;
By scenes, so wrought, as may applause com-

mand
More from the judging head, than thundering
hand.

A SIMILE IN PRIOR,
Important is the moral we would teach
Oh may this island practise what we preach-
Vice in its first approach with care to shun;
The wretch, who once engages, is undone.

DE
Crimes lead to greater crimes, and link so straight,

EAR Thomas, didst thou never pop

Thy, head into a tin-man's shop? What first was accident, at last is fate :

There, Thoinas, didst thou never feeGuilt's haplefs fervant finks into a Lave;

'Tis but by way of fimilem And Virtue's last sad strugglings cannot favę.

A squirrel spend its little rage, “ As such our fair attempt, we hope to see

In jumping round a rolling cage ? “ Our judgeso-here at least—from induence Movid in the or!), pleas?d with the chimes,

The foolish creature thinks it climbs ; “ One place --unbias'd yet by party-ragen- But here or there, turn wood or wire, “ Where only honour voteso-the British Itage. " We ask for justice, for indulgence fue :

It never gets two inchies higher.

So fares it with this little Peer, 's Cur last beit liceace kiust proceed from you."

So busy and so hustling here;
For ever flirting up and down,
And friking round his cage, the towni,

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