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** did it would have the air of double-dealing." I " assured him that I did not at all take it ill of Mr. “ Tickell that he was going to publih his translation; " that he certainly had as much right to translate any "author as myself, and that publishing both was en“tering on a fair stage. I then added that I would not “ desire him to look over my first book of The Iliad, " because he had looked over Mr. Tickell's, but could ** wish to have benefit of his observations on my “ fecond, which I had then finished, and which Mr. “ Tickell had not touched upon. Accordingly I sent “him the second book the next morning, and Mr.

Addison a few days after returned it with very high " commendations. Soon after it was generally “known that Mr. Tickell was publishing the first “ book of The Iliad I met Dr. Young in the street, “and upon our falling into that sabject the Doctor

expressed a great deal of furprise at Tickell's having "had such a translation so long by him. He faid that “it was inconceivable to him, and that there must “ be some mistake in the matter; that each used to “communicate to the other whatever verses they "wrote, even to the least things; that "Tickell could “not have been bufied in so long a work there with

out his knowing something of the matter; and that "he had never heard a single word of it till on this "occasion. This surprise of Dr. Young, together with “what Steele has said against Tickell in relation to " this affair, make it highly probable that there was

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“some underhand dealing in that business; and indeed “ Tickell himself, who is a very fair worthy mak, “ has since in a manner as good as owned it to me. “ Mr. Pope.

-When it was introduced into a conversation between Mr. Tickell and Mr. Pope “ by a third person, Tickell did not deny it, which,

considering his honour and zeal for his departed “ friend, was the same as owning it.“ Upon these fufpicions Pope sys in his. Art of Sinking quotes this book as the work of Addison.

In June 1724 Mr. Tickell was appointed Secretary to the Lords Justices of Ireland, a place of great honour, and which he held till his death, which happened at Bath on the 23d of April 1740.

Mr. Tickell had a happy talent in versification, in which he much exceeds Addison, and is inferiour to few of the English poets, Dryden and Pope excepted; but as there appears no great invention in his works, if he cannot be placed in the first rank of poets, yet from the beauty of his numbers, and the real poetry which enriched his imagination, he has at least an unexceptionable claim to the second. To him cannot be refused a high place among the minor poets; nor fhould it pass unnoticed that he was a contributor to The Spectator. As to his personal character, he is said to have been a man of gay conversation, at least a temperate lover of wine and company, and in his domestick relations without censure.


“ Pronde fuper Mitram, & felici comptus Olixa.!'



CONTENDING kings and fields of death too long
Have been the subject of the British song.
Who hath not read of fam'd Ramillia’s plain,
Bavaria's fall, and Danube chok'd with flain?
Exhausted themes! a gentler note i raise,

And sing returning Peace in fofrer lays,
'Their fury quell’d, and martial rage allay'd,
I wait our herpes in the sylvan fhade.
Disbanding hosts are imag'd to my mind,
And warring pow'rsin friendly leagues combin'd, 10
While cake and pleasure make the nations smile,
And Heay'n and Anna blels Britannia's ille.

Well sends our queen her mitred Bristol forth, For early counsels fam'd and long-try'd worth, Who thirty rolling years had oft' withheld IS The Swede and Saxon from the dudy field, Completely form’d to heal the Chrisian wounds, To name the kings, and give each kingdom bounds,


The face of ravag'd Nature to repair,
By leagues to soften earth, and Heav'n by pray'r, 20
To gain by love where rage and slaughter fail,
And make the crosier o'er the sword prevail.

So when great Moses with Jehovah's wand
Had scatter'd plagues o’er stubborn Pharaoh's land,
Now spread an host of locusts round the shore, 25
Now turn'd Nile's fatt'ning streams to putrid gore,
Plenty and gladness mark'd the priest of God,
And sudden almonds shot from Aaron's rod.

O Thou!from whom these bounteous blessings flow, To whom as chief the hopes of Peace we owe, 30 (For next to thee, the man whom kings contend 'To style companion, and to make their friend, Great Strafford! rich in ev'ry courtly grace, With joyful pride accepts the second place) From Britain's isle and Isis' sacred spring 35 One hour, oh! listen while the Muses fing. Tho' ministers of mighty monarchs wait With beating hearts to learn their masters' fate, One hour forbear to speak thy queen’s commands, Nor think the world thy charge neglected stands; 40 The blissful prospects in my verse display'd May lure the stubborn, the deceiv'd persuade; Iv’n thou to Peace shalt specdier urge the way, And more be hafen'd by this short delay. 44

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He haughty Gaul in ten campaigns o’erthrown
Now ceas'd to think the western world his own.
Oft had he mourn'd his boasting leaders bound,
And his proud bulwarks smoking on the ground.
In vain with pow’rs renewid he fill’d the plain, 5
Made tim'rous vows and brib’d the saints in vain;
As oft' his legions did the fight decline,
Lurk’d in the trench, and sculk'd behind the line.
Before his eyes the fancy'd jav’lin gleams,
At feafts he starts, and seems dethron'din dreams; 10
On giory past reflects with secret pain,
On mines exhausted and on millions fain.

To Briton's queen the sceptred suppliant bends,
To her his crowns and infant race commends,
Who grieves her fame with Christian blood to buy, 15
Nor asks for glory at a price so high.
At her decree the war suspended stands,
And Britain's heroes hold their lifted hands;

brows no threat’ning frowns disguise,
But gentler paflions sparkle in their eyes.
The Gauls, who never in their courts could find
Such temper'd fire with manly beauty join'd,
Doubt if they ’re those whom dreadful to the view
In forms so fierce thcir fearful fancies drew,
At whose dire names ten thousand widows prest 25
Their helpless orphans clinging to the breast.

Their open


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