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And him and his, if more devotion warms,
Down with the Bible, up with the Pope's Arms.

A place there is, betwixt .earth, air, and seas,
Where, from Ambrosia, Jove retires for ease.
There in his seat, two spacious vents appear. 85
On this he sits, to that he leans his ear,
And hears the various vows of fond mankind;
Some beg an eastern, some a western wind :
All vain petitions, mounting to the sky,
With reams abundant this abode supply; 90
Amus'd he reads, and then returns the bills,
Sign’d with that ichor which from gods distilo:

In office here fair Cloacina stands, And ministers to Jove with purest hands. Forth from the heap she pick'd her vot'ry's pray's, And plac'd it next him, a distinction rare! 96 Oft had the Goddess 'heard her servants call, From her black grottoes near the Temple-wall; List'ning delighted to the jest unclean Of link-boys vile, and watermen obscene; 100 Where as he fish'd ber nether realms for wit, She oft had favor'd him, and favors yet. Renew'd by ordure's sympathetic force, As oil'd with magic juices for the course, Vig'rous he rises; from th' effluvia strong 105 Imbibes new life, and scours and stinks along;

IMITATIONS. t. 83. A place there is betwirt air, earth, and seas.) • Orbe locuz medio est, inter terrasque, fretuinque,.. Coelestesque plagas.'......

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R epasses Lintot, vindicates the race, ** . . Nor heeds the brown dishonors of his face.

And now the victor stretch'd his eager hand
W here the tall Nothing stood, or seem'd to stand;

A shapeless shade, it melted from his sight, 111
Like forms in clouds, or visions of the night.
To seize his papers, Curl, was next thy care ;
His papers light, fly diverse, toss'd in air;
Songs, sonnets, epigrams, the winds uplift, 115
And whisk 'em back to Evans, Young, and Swift.
Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey,
That suit an unpaid tailor snatch'd away.
No rag, no scrap, of all the beau, or wit,
That once so flutter'd, and that once so writ. 120

Heav'n rings with laughter : of the laughter vain,
Dulness, good Queen, repeats the jest again.
Three wicked imps, of her own Grub-street choir,
She deck'd like Congreve, Addison, and Prior;

IMITATIONS.
7. 108. Nor heeds the brown dishonours of his face.)

(...... Faciem ostentabat, et udo
Turpia membra fimo.'..

Virg. Æn. V.
v. 111. Ashapeless shade, &c.]
....... Effugit imago
Par levibus ventis, volucrique simillima somno."

Virg. Æn. VI 0. 119. His papers light, fly diverse, toss'd in air.] Virgil, Æn. VI. of the Sibyls' leaves :

Carmina......
“Turbata volent rapidis ludibria ventis.'

REMARKS. o. 116. Evans, Young, and Swift.] Some of those persons whose writings, epigrams, or jests, he had owned. . 0. 124...like Congrede, Addison, and Prior.] These author's

Mears, Warner, Wilkins, run : delusive thought i
Breval, Bond, Besaleel, the varlets caught. 126
Curl stretches after Gay, but Gay is gone,
He grasps an empty Joseph for a John :
So Porteus, hunted in a nobler shape,
Became, when seiz'd, a puppy, or an ape. 130

To him the Goddess : Son! thy grief lay down,
And turn this whole illusion on the Town.
As the sage dame, experienc'd in her trade,
By names of toasts retails each batter'd jade ;
(Whence hapless Monsieur much complains at Paris
Of wrongs from Duchesses and Lady Maries;) 136
Be thine, my Stationer! this magic gift;
Cook 'shall be Prior, and Concanen Swift:

REMARKS. being such whose names will reach posterity, we shall not give any account of them, but proceed to those of whom it is necessary.-Besaleel Morris was author of some satires on the translators of Homer, with many other things printed in newspapers - Bond writ a satire against Mr. P-, Capt. Breval was author

of The Confederates, an ingenious dramatic performance, 10 ' expose Mr. P. Mr. Gay, Dr. Arbuthnot, and some ladies of qua Jity,' says Curl, Key, p. 11.

0. 125. Mears, Warner, Wilkins.] Booksellers, and printers of much anonymous stuff.

0. 128. Joseph Gay.) A fictitious name, put by Curl before several pamphlets, which made them pass with many for Mr. Gay's- The ambiguity of the word Joseph, which likewise sige wifes a loose upper coat, gives much pleasantry to the idea.

v. 138. Cook shall be Prior. The man here specified writ1 thing called the Battle of Poets, in which Philips and Welsted were the heroes, and Swift and Pope utterly routed. He also published some malevolent things in the British, London, and Daily Journals: and, at the same time, wrote letters to Mr. Pope, protesting his innocence. His chief work was a translation or Hesiod, to which Theobald wrote notes, and half potcs, which be carefully owned.

So shall each hostile name become our own,
And we, too, boast our Garth and Addison. 140

With that she gave him (piteous of his case,
Yet smiling at his rueful length of face)
A shaggy tapestry, worthy to be spread
On Codrus' old, or Dunton's modern bed ;
Instructive work! whose wry-mouth'd portraiture
Display'd the fate her confessors endure. 146
Earless on high stood unbash'd De Foe,
And Tutchin flagrant from the scourge below:
There Ridpath, Roper, cudgell'd might ye view,
The very worsted still look d black and blue. 150

REMARKS. Ibid...and Concanen Swift.) In the first edition of this Pom there were only asterisks in this place; but the names were ince inserted merely to fill up the verse, and give ease to the ar of the reader.

IMITATIONS. v. 141, 142... (piteous of his case,

Yet smiling at his rueful length of face)]
...... Risit pater optimus illi.......
Me liceat casum misereri insontis amici...
Sic fatus, tergum Gaetuli immane leonis,' &c.

Virg. Æn.v. REMARKS. 0.144...Dunton's modern bed.] John Dunton was a broken ookseller, and abusive scribbler; he writ Neck or Nothing, a iolent satire on some ministers of state; a libel on the Duke of levonshire, and the Bishop of Peterborough, &c. 0. 148. And Tutchin flagrant from the scourge.) John Tutyin, author of some vile verses, and of a weekly Paper, called he Observator: he was sentenced to be whipped through seve

towns in the west of England, upon which he petitioned King imes II. to be hanged. When that prince died in exile, he rote an in vective against his inemory, occasioned by some hulane elegies on his death. He lived to the time of Queen Anne. p. 149. There Ridpath, Roper.) Authors of the Flying-post,

Himself among the story'd chiefs he spies,
As from the blanket, high in air he flies,
And oh! (he cry'd) what street, what lane but know
Our purgings, pumpings, blanketings, and blows i
In ev'ry loom our labors shall be seen,

151 And the fresh vomit run for ever green !

See in the circle next Eliza plac'd, Two babes of love closé clinging to her waist ;

REMARKS. and Post-boy, two scandalous papers on different sides, for whic they equally and alternately deserved to be cudgelled, and we so.

0. 151. Himself among the story'd chiefs he spies.) I history of Curl's being tossed in a blanket, and whipped by th scholars of Westminster, is well known. Of his purging and miting, see a full and true account of a horrid revenge ont body of Edmund Curl, &c. in Swift and Pope's Miscellanies

v. 157. Sce on the circle next Eliza plac'd.] Eliza Haywood this woman was authoress of those most scandalous books cak The Court of Carimania, and The New Utopia. For the 11 Babes of Love, see Curl, Key, p. 22. But whatever reflect he is pleased to throw upon this Lady, surely it was what ha him she little deserved, who had celebrated Curl's undertaka for reformation of manners, and declared herself to be ser "fectly acquainted with the sweetness of his disposition, that tenderness with which be considered the errors of his low-creatures, that, though she should find the little inadvd

IMITATIONS... 0. 151. Himself among the story'd chiefs he spies.) Se quoque principibus permixtum agnovit Achivis.. • Constitit, et lacrymans: Quis jam locus, iniquit, Achate . Quae regio in terris nostri non plena laboris' Ving.

0. 156. And the fresh comit run for ever green.') A parang of these lines of a late noble author:

" His bleeding arm had furnish'd all their room:s,

And run for ever purple in the looms.'
o. 158. Two babes of love close clinging to her wais.
Cressa genus, Pholoe, gemipique sub ubere pati.'

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