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it shou'd be one to you to say, that I fit up till two a-clock over Burgundy and Champagne ; and am become so much a rake, that I shall be ashamed in a short time to be thought to do any sort of business. I fear 1 mult get the gout by drinking, purely for a fashionable pretence to fit ftill long enough to tranflare four books of Horney. I hope you'll by that time be up again, and I may succeed to the bed and couch of my predecessor : Pray cause the stuffing to be repaired, and the crutches shortened for me. The calamity of your gout is what all your friends, that is to say all that know you, must hare in; we desire you in your turn to condole with us, who are under a perfecution, and much aplicted with a diftemper which
proves grieyous to many poets, á Criticism.' We have indeed some relieving intervals of laughter, (as you know there are in some diseases ;) and it is the opinion of divers good guessers, that the last fit will not be more violent than advantageous; for poets assail'd by critics, are like men bitten by Tarantula's, they dance on so much the fafter.
Mr. Thomas Burnet hath play'd the precursor to the coming of Homer, in a treatise, called Homerides. He has since risen very much in his criticisms, and after alsaulting Homer, made a daring attack upon
4d live Mr. Pope to Mr. CONGREVE. 93 the * What-d'ye-call-it, Yet is chere not a proclamation isfued for the burning of Homer and the Pope by the common hangman;, nor is the Wbat dye call-it yet Glenc'd by the Lord Chamberlain. They hall survive the after they and he'are damned; (for that the B-p of S. already is so, is the opinion of Dr. Sacheverel and the Church of Rome.)
I am, &c.
Mr. Pope to the Earlof B--Lok My LORD
your Mare could speak, she wou'd give you a
an account of the extraordinary company she had on the road, which fince the cannot do, I will. 9. It was the enterprizing Mr. Lintott, the tredoubcable rival of Mr. Tonson, who mounted on a stonehorse,(no disagreeable companion to your Lordship's mare) overtook me in Windsor.forest. He said, he heard i defign'd for Oxford, the seat of the muses, and would, as my bookseller, by all means, accompany me thither.
I ask'd him where he got his horfe? He answered, he got it of his publisher : "For
that rogue my printer, (said he) disap
* In one of bis Papers call'd The Grumbler, long fince dead.
pointed me: I hoped to put him in good
humour by a creat at the tavern, of a ve brown fricaflee of rabbits which cost two
Shillings, with two quarts of wine, be* fides my conversation.". I thought myself 6 cocksure of his horse, which he readily 16 promised me, but said, that Mr. Tonfon
had juft such another design of going to ". Cambridge, expecting there the copy of
a Caminent upon the Revelations ; and if? « Mr. Tonfon went, he was preingaged to * attend him, being to have the printing of " the said copy
So in short, 1 borrow'd this stonehorse of my publisher, which he had of Mr. Oldo mixon for a debt; he lent me too the pretty boy you see after me; lie was a smutty dog yesterday, and cost me near two hours to wash the ink off his face but the Dea vil is à fair-condition'd Devil, and very forward in bris catechife: if you have any more bags, he shall carry them.
I thought Mr. Lintott's civility pot to be negle&ed, so gave the boy a small baggi containing three shirts and an Elvezir Vira gils and mounting in an instant proceeded on the road, with my man before, my courteous stationer befide, and the aforesaid Devil behind.
Mr. Lintott began in this manner. « Now I dann them. what if they should put ié into the news paper, how you and I went
together to Oxford? why what would I se care If I should go down into Sussex si they would say I was gone to the speaker C But what of that? if my son were bue
big enough to go on with the business, " by G-d I would keep as good company s as old Facob.
Hereupon I enquir'd of his son. " The "lad (says he) has fine parts, but is some.
what sickly, much as you are Ispare çe for nothing in his education ar Westmina «fter. Pray don't you think Westminster
to be the best school in England ? noft ço of the late Ministry came out of it, so " did many of this Ministry; I hope the
boy will make his fortune.'
Don't you design to let him pass a year at Oxford? " To what purpose? (faid he)
the Universities do but make Pedanrs, or and I intend to breed him a man of Bu. Csiness." | As Mr. Lintott was talking, I observ'd he sate uneasy on his saddle, for, which ! express:d sume solicitude: Nothing, says he, I can bear it well enough ; but since we have the day before us, methinks it would be very pleasant for you to rest a while una der the Woods. When we were alighted,
See bere, what a mighty pretty Horace ist
have in my pocket : what it you amus'd yourself in turning an Ode, till we mount again? Lord! if you pleas'd, what a
« clever Miscellany might you make at lei“ sure hours.” Perhaps I may, laid 1, if we ride on ; the motion is an aid to my fancy; a round tror very much awakens my spirits. Then jog on apace, and I'll think as hard as I can.
Silence ensu'd for a full hours after which Mr. Lintott lugo'd the reins, stope Sort, and broke out, "Well, Sir, how far " have you gone?" I answered seven miles. " Z-ds, Sir, said Lintott, I thought you " had done seven stanza's. Oldsworth in
a ramble round Wimbleton-bill, would " translate a whole Ode in half this time. “ I'll say that for Oldsworth, (tho' I lost by « his Timothy's) he translates an Ode of “ Horace the quickest of any man in England, " I remember Dr. King would write verses " in a tavern three hours after he could n'o
speak ; and there's Sir Richard in that " rumbling old Chariot of bis, between « Fleet ditch and St. Giles's pound shall u make
half a Job." Pray Mr. Lintott (faid I) now you talk of Translators, what is your method of managing them?“ Sir (reply'd he) those are " the saddest pack of rogues in the world:
In a hungry fit, they'll swear they under
ftand all the languages in the universe :) « have known one of them take down a « Greek book upon my counter and cry, * Ay this is Hebrew, I must read it from the