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  THE

  LIVES

  OF THE

  POETS

  OF

  GREAT BRITAIN and IRELAND.

Compiled from ample Materials scattered in a Variety of Books, and
especially from the MS. Notes of the late ingenious Mr. COXETER and
others, collected for this Design,

By Mr. CIBBER, and other Hands.


VOL. III.

MDCCLIII.


VOLUME III.

Contains the

LIVES

OF

Denham
Killegrew
Howard
Behn, Aphra
Etherege
Mountford
Shadwell
Killegrew, William,
Howard
Flecknoe
Dryden
Sedley
Crowne
Sackville, E. Dorset
Farquhar
Ravenscroft
Philips, John
Walsh
Betterton
Banks
Chudley, Lady
Creech
Maynwaring
Monk, the Hon. Mrs.
Browne Tom.
Pomfret
King
Sprat, Bishop
Montague, E. Hallifax
Wycherley
Tate
Garth
Rowe
Sheffield, D. Buck.
Cotton
Additon
Winshelsea, Anne
Gildon
D'Urfey
Settle


  THE

  LIVES

  OF THE

  POETS.

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Sir JOHN DENHAM.

An eminent poet of the 17th century, was the only son of Sir John
Denham, knight, of Little Horsley in Essex, and sometime baron of the
Exchequer in Ireland, and one of the lords justices of that kingdom.
He was born in Dublin, in the year 1615[1]; but was brought over from
thence very young, on his father's being made one of the barons of the
Exchequer in England 1617.

He received his education, in grammar learning, in London; and in
Michaelmas term 1631 he was entered a gentleman commoner in Trinity
College, Oxford, being then 16 years of age; where, as Wood expresses
it, 'being looked upon as a slow dreaming young man, and more addicted
to gaming than study, they could never imagine he could ever enrich the
world with the issue of his brain, as he afterwards did.'

He remained three years at the university, and having been examined
at the public schools, for the degree of bachelor of arts, he entered
himself in Lincoln's-Inn, where he was generally thought to
apply himself pretty closely to the study of the common law. But
notwithstanding his application to study, and all the efforts he was
capable of making, such was his propensity to gaining, that he was
often stript of all his money; and his father severely chiding him, and
threatening to abandon him if he did not reform, he wrote a little essay
against that vice, and presented it to his father, to convince him of
his resolution against it[2]. But no sooner did his father die, than
being unrestrained by paternal authority, he reassumed the practice, and
soon squandered away several thousand pounds.

In the latter end of the year 1641 he published a tragedy called the
Sophy, which was greatly admired, and gave Mr. Waller occasion to say
of our author, 'That he broke out like the Irish rebellion, threescore
thousand strong, when no body was aware, nor in the Ieast expected it.'
Soon after this he was pricked for high sheriff for the county of Surry,
and made governor of Farnham-Castle for the King; but not being well
skilled in military affairs, he soon quitted that post and retired to
his Majesty at Oxford, where he published an excellent poem called
Cooper's-hill, often reprinted before and since the restoration, with
considerable alterations; it has been universally admired by all good
judges, and was translated into Latin verse, by Mr. Moses Pengry of
Oxford.

Mr. Dryden speaking of this piece, in his dedication of his Rival
Ladies, says, that it is a poem, which, for the Majesty of the stile,
will ever be the exact standard of good writing, and the noble author of
an essay on human life, bestows upon it the most lavish encomium[3]. But
of all the evidences in its favour, none is of greater authority, or
more beautiful, than the following of Mr. Pope, in his Windsor Forest.

  Ye sacred nine, that all my soul possess,
  Whose raptures fire me, and whose visions bless;
  Bear me, O bear me, to sequester'd scenes,
  The bow'ry mazes, and surrounding greens;
  To Thames's bank which fragrant breezes fill,
  Or where the muses sport on Cooper's-hill.
  (On Cooper's hill eternal wreaths shall grow,
  While lasts the mountain, or while Thames shall flow.)
  I seem thro' consecrated walks to rove,
  I hear soft music die along the grove,
  Led by the found, I roam from shade to shade,
  By god-like poets venerable made:
  Here his last lays majestic Denham sung,
  There the last numbers flow'd from Cowley's tongue.

In the year 1647 he was entrusted by the Queen with a message to the
King, then in the hands of the army, and employed in other affairs,
relating to, his Majesty. In his dedication of his poems to Charles II.
he observes, that after the delivery of the person of his royal father
into the hands of the army, he undertook for the Queen-mother, to get
access to his Majesty, which he did by means of Hugh Peters; and upon
this occasion, the King discoursed with him without reserve upon the
state of his affairs. At his departure from Hampton-court, says he,
'The King commanded me to stay privately in London, to send to him and
receive from him all his letters, from and to all his correspondents, at
home and abroad, and I was furnished with nine several cyphers in order
to it. Which I trust I performed with great safety to the persons with
whom we corresponded; but about nine months after being discovered by
their knowledge of Mr. Cowley's hand, I happily escaped both for myself
and those who held correspondence with me.'

In April 1648 he conveyed away James duke of York, then under the
tuition of Algernon earl of Northumberland, from St. James's, and
carried him into France, to the prince of Wales and Queenmother.
This circumstance is related by Wood, but Clarendon, who is a higher
authority, says, that the duke went off with colonel Bamfield only,
who contrived the means of his escape. Not long after, he was sent
embassador to the King of Poland, in conjunction with lord Crofts,
to whom he addresses a poem written on their journey; from whence he
brought ten thousand pounds for his Majesty, by the decimation of his
Scottish subjects there.

About the year 1652, he returned into England, and was well received by
the earl of Pembroke at Wilton, and continued with that nobleman about a
year; for his own fortune by the expence he was at during the civil war,
and his unconquerable itch of gaming was quite exhausted. From that year
to the restoration, there are no accounts of our author; but as soon
as his Majesty returned, he entered upon the office of surveyor of his
Majesty's buildings, in the room of Inigo Jones, deceased; and at the
coronation of King Charles II. was created a knight of the Bath. Upon
some discontent arising from his second marriage he lost his senses,
but soon recovering from that disorder, he continued in great esteem at
court for his poetical writings. In the dedication of his poems to King
Charles II. he tells us that he had been discouraged by King Charles I.
from writing verses.

'One morning (says he) when I was waiting upon the King at Causham,
smiling upon me, he said he could tell me some news of myself, which was
that he had seen some verses of mine the evening before (being those to
Sir Robert Fanshaw) and asking me when I made them, I told him two or
three years since; he was pleased to say, that having never seen them
before, he was afraid I had written them since my return into England;
and though he liked them well he would advise me to write no more:
alledging, that when men are young, and having little else to do, they
might vent the over-flowings of their fancy that way, but when they were
thought fit for more serious employments, if they still persisted in
that course, it would look as if they minded not the way to any better;
whereupon I stood corrected as long as I had the honour to wait upon
him.' This is a strong instance of his duty to the King; but no great
compliment to his Majesty's taste: nor was the public much obliged to
the Monarch for this admonition to our author.

But King Charles II being of an humour more sprightly than his father,
was a professed encourager of poetry, and in his time a race of wits
sprung up, unequalled by those of any other reign.

This monarch was particularly delighted with the poetry of our author,
especially when he had the happiness to wait upon him, in Holland and
Flanders; and he was pleased sometimes to give him arguments to write
upon, and divert the evil hours of their banishment, which now and then,
Sir John tells us, he acquitted himself not much short of his Majesty's
expectation.

In the year 1688 Sir John Denham died, at his office in Whitehall, and
was interred in Westminster-Abbey, near the tombs of Chaucer, Spenser,
and Cowley.

Our author's works are,

1. Cooper's-hill, of which we have already taken some notice.

2. The Destruction of Troy, an Essay on the second book of Virgil's
Æneis, written 1636.

3. On the Earl of Strafford's Trial and Death.

4. On my Lord Crofts's Journey into Poland.

5. On Mr. Thomas Killegrew's return from Venice; and Mr. William
Murrey's from Scotland.

6. To Sir John Mennis, being invited from Calais to Bologne to eat a
pig.

7. Natura Naturata.

8. Sarpedon's Speech to Glaucus, in the twelfth book of Homer.

9. Out of an Epigram of Martial.

10. Friendship and Single Life, against Love and Marriage.

11. On Mr. Abraham Cowley's Death and Burial.

12. A Speech against Peace at the Close Committee.

13. To the Five Members of the honourable House of Commons: The humble
Petition of the Poets.

14. A Western Wonder.

15. A Second Western Wonder.

16. News from Colchester; or, a proper new Ballad, of certain carnal
Passages betwixt a Quaker and a Colt, at Horsley in Essex.

17. A Song.

18. On Mr. John Fletcher's Works.

19. To Sir Richard Fanshaw, on his translation of Pastor Fido.

20. A Dialogue between Sir John Pooley, and Mr. Thomas Killegrew.

21. An occasional Imitation of a modern Author, upon a Game at Chess.

22. The Passion of Dido for Æneas.

23. Of Prudence, of Justice.

24. The Progress of Learning.

25. Cato Major of old Age, a Poem: It is taken from the Latin of Tully,
though much alter'd from the original, not only by the change of the
stile, but by addition and subtraction. Our author tells us, that
intending to translate this piece into prose (where translation ought to
be strict) finding the matter very proper for verse, he took the liberty
to leave out what was only necessary, to that age and place, and to take
or add what was proper to this preset age and occasion, by laying the
scene clearer and in fewer words, according to the stile and ear of the
times.

26. The Sophy, a Tragedy; the above pieces have been several times
printed together, in one volume in 12mo. under the Title of Poems and
Translations; with the Sophy, a Tragedy, written by Sir John Denham.

Besides these, Wood mentions a Panegyric on his excellency general Monk
1659, in one sheet quarto. Though Denham's name is not to it, it is
generally ascribed to him. A Prologue to his majesty, at the first play
represented at the Cock-pit in White-hall, being part of that noble
entertainment, which their majesties received, November 19, 1660, from
his grace the duke of Albemarle. A new Version of the Psalms of
David. The True Presbyterian, without Disguise; or, a Character of a
Presbyterian's Ways and Actions, London 1680, in half a sheet in folio.
In the year 1666 there were printed by stealth, in octavo, certain
Poems, intitled Directions to a Painter, in four copies or parts, each
dedicated to King Charles the IId. They were very satyrically written
against several persons engaged in the Dutch war, in 1661. At the end of
them was a piece entitled Clarendon's Housewarming; and after that his
Epitaph, both containing bitter reflexions against that earl. Sir John
Denham's name is to these pieces, but they were generally thought to
be written by Andrew Marvel, Esq; a Merry Droll in Charles the IId's
Parliaments, but so very honest, that when a minister once called at
his lodgings, to tamper with him about his vote, he found him in mean
apartments up two pair of stairs, and though he was obliged to send out
that very morning to borrow a guinea, yet he was not to be corrupted by
the minister, but denied him his vote. The printer of these poems being
discovered, he was sentenced to stand in the pillory for the same.

We have met with no authors who have given any account of the moral
character of Sir John Denham, and as none have mentioned his virtues, so
we find no vice imputed to him but that of gaming; to which it appears
he was immoderately addicted. If we may judge from his works, he was
a good-natur'd man, an easy companion, and in the day of danger and
tumult, of unshaken loyalty to the suffering interest of his sovereign.
His character as a poet is well known, he has the fairest testimonies
in his favour, the voice of the world, and the sanction of the critics;
Dryden and Pope praise him, and when these are mentioned, other
authorities are superfluous.

We shall select as a specimen of Sir John Denham's Poetry, his Elegy on
his much loved and admired friend Mr. Abraham Cowley.

  Old mother Wit and nature gave
  Shakespear, and Fletcher all they have;
  In Spencer and in Johnson art,
  Of slower nature, got the start.
  But both in him so equal are,
  None knows which bears the happiest share.
  To him no author was unknown,
  Yet what he wrote was all his own:
  He melted not the ancient gold,
  Nor, with Ben Johnson, did make bold.
  To plunder all the Roman stores
  Of poets and of orators.
  Horace's  wit, and Virgil's state,
  He did not steal, but emulate;
  And he would like to them appear,
  Their garb, but not their cloaths did wear.
  He not from Rome alone but Greece,
  Like Johnson, brought the golden fleece.
  And a stiff gale, (as Flaccus sings)
  The Theban swan extends his wings,
  When thro' th' æthereal clouds he flies,
  To the same pitch our swan doth rise:
  Old Pindar's flights by him new-reach'd,
  When on that gale, his wings are stretch'd.


[Footnote 1: Ath. Oxon. vol. ii.]

[Footnote 2: Wood.]

[Footnote 3: In the preface to 2d edition, 1736, 4to.]

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THOMAS KILLEGREW,

A Gentleman, who was page of honour to king Charles I. and groom of the
bed-chamber to king Charles II. with whom he endured twenty-years exile.
During his abode beyond sea, he took a view of France, Italy and Spain,
and was honoured by his majesty, with the employment of resident at the
state of Venice, whither he was sent in August 1651. During his exile
abroad, he applied his leisure hours to the study of poetry, and the
composition of Several plays, of which Sir John Denham. in a jocular
way takes notice, in his copy of verses on our author's return from his
embassy from Venice.

I.

  Our resident Tom,
  From Venice is come,
  And hath left the statesman behind him.
  Talks at the same pitch,
  Is as wise, is as rich,
  And just where you left him, you find him.

II.

  But who says he was not,
  A man of much plot,
  May repent that false accusation;
  Having plotted, and penn'd
  Six plays to attend,
  The farce of his negotiation.

Killegrew was a man of very great humour, and frequently diverted
king Charles II, by his lively spirit of mirth and drollery. He was
frequently at court, and had often access to king Charles when admission
was denied to the first peers in the realm. Amongst many other merry
stories, the following is related of Killegrew. Charles II, who hated
business as much as he loved pleasure, would often disappoint the
council in vouchsafing his royal presence when they were met, by which
their business was necessarily delay'd and many of the council much
offended by the disrespect thrown on them: It happened one day while the
council were met, and had sat some time in expectation of his majesty,
that the duke of Lauderdale, who was a furious ungovernable man, quitted
the room in a passion, and accidentally met with Killegrew, to whom he
expressed himself irreverently of the king: Killegrew bid his grace be
calm, for he would lay a wager of a hundred pounds, that he would make
his majesty come to council in less than half an hour. Lauderdale being
a little heated, and under the influence of surprize, took him at his
word;--Killegrew went to the king, and without ceremony told him what
had happened, and added, "I know that your majesty hates Lauderdale,
tho' the necessity of your affairs obliges you to behave civilly to him;
now if you would get rid of a man you hate, come to the council, for
Lauderdale is a man so boundlessly avaricious, that rather than pay
the hundred pounds lost in this wager, he will hang himself, and never
plague you more." The king was pleased with the archness of this
observation, and answered, 'then Killegrew I'll positively go,' which
he did.--It is likewise related, that upon the king's suffering his
mistresses to gain so great an ascendant over him as to sacrifice for
them the interest of the state, and neglect the most important affairs,
while, like another Sardanapalus, he wasted his hours in the apartments
of those enchantresses: Killegrew went one day into his apartment
dress'd like a pilgrim, bent upon a long journey. The king being
surprized at this extraordinary frolic, asked him the meaning of it,
and to what distant country he was going, to which Killegrew bluntly
answered, the country I seek, may it please your majesty, is hell; and
what to do there? replies the king? to bring up Oliver Cromwel from
thence, returned the wag, to take care of the English affairs, for his
successor takes none.--We cannot particularly ascertain the truth
of these relations, but we may venture to assert that these are not
improbable, when it is considered how much delighted king Charles the
IId. was with a joke, however severe, and that there was not at court a
more likely person to pass them than Killegrew, who from his long exile
with the king, and being about his person, had contracted a kind of
familiarity, which the lustre that was thrown round the prince upon his
restoration was not sufficient to check.

Tho' Sir John Denham mentions but six, our author wrote nine Plays in
his travels, and two at London, amongst which his Don Thomaso, in two
parts, and his Parson's Wedding, will always be valued by good judges,
and are the best of his performances. The following is a list of his
plays.

1. Bellamira's Dream, or Love of Shadows, a Tragi-Comedy; the first part
printed in folio 1663, written in Venice, and dedicated to the lady Mary
Villiers, duchess of Richmond and Lennox.

2. Bellamira's Dream, the second part, written in Venice; printed in
folio, London 1663, and dedicated to the lady Anne Villiers, countess of
Essex.

3. Cicilia and Clorinda, or Love in Arms, a Tragi-comedy; the first part
printed in folio, London, 1663, written in Turin.

4. Cicilia and Clorinda, the second part, written at Florence 1651, and
dedicated to the lady Dorothy Sidney, countess of Sunderland.

5. Claracilla, a Tragi-comedy, printed in folio, London 1663; written at
Rome, and dedicated to his sister in-law lady Shannon; on this play and
another of the author's called the Prisoners, Mr. Cartwright has written
an ingenious copy of verses.

6. The Parson's Wedding, a Comedy, printed in folio, London 1663;
written at Basil in Switzerland. This play was revived at the old
Theatre, at little Lincoln's Inn-Fields, and acted all by women; a new
prologue and epilogue, being spoken by Mrs. Marshal in Man's cloaths,
which Mr. Langbain says is printed in the Covent-Garden Drollery.
This was a miscellaneous production of those times, which bore some
resemblance to our Magazines; but which in all probability is now out of
print.

7. The Pilgrim, a Tragedy, printed in folio, London 1663; written in
Paris in the year 1651, and dedicated to the countess of Carnarvon.

8. The Princess, or Love at first Sight, a Tragi-Comedy, printed in
folio, London 1663; written at Naples, and dedicated to his niece, the
lady Anne Wentworth, wife to lord Lovelace.

9. The Prisoners, a Tragi-Comedy, printed in folio; London 1663; written
at London and dedicated to the lady Crompton.

10. Don Thomaso, or the Wanderer, a Comedy in two parts, printed in
folio, London 1663; and dedicated to the fair and kind friends of prince
Palatine Polexander. In the first part of this play, the author has
borrowed several ornaments from Fletcher's play called the Captain. He
has used great freedom with Ben Johnson, for not only the characters of
Lopus, but even the very words are repeated from Johnson's Fox, where
Volpone personates Scoto of Mantua. I don't believe that our author
designed to conceal his assistance, since he was so just as to
acknowledge a song against jealousy, which he borrowed from Mr. Thomas
Carew, cup-bearer to king Charles the Ist, and sung in a masque at
Whitehall, anno 1633. This Chorus, says he, 'I presume to make use of
here, because in the first design it was written at my request, upon
a dispute held between Mrs. Cicilia Crofer and myself, when he was
present; she being then maid of honour. This I have set down, lest any
man should imagine me so foolish as to steal such a poem, from so famous
an author.' If he was therefore so scrupulous in committing depredations
upon Carew, he would be much more of Ben Johnson, whose fame was so
superior to Carew's. All these plays were printed together in one volume
in folio, London 1664.

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EDWARD HOWARD, _Esq_;

Was descended from the noble family of the earl of Berkshire, and was
more illustrious by his birth than his genius; he addicted himself to
the study of dramatic poetry, and produced four plays, but gained no
reputation by any of them.

1. The Man of New-Market, a Comedy, acted at the Theatre-Royal; and
printed in quarto, London 1678.

2. Six Days Adventure, or the New Utopia, a Comedy, acted at his royal
highness the duke of York's Theatre, printed in quarto 1671. This play
miscarried in the action, as he himself acknowledges in his preface;
and the earl of Rochester, with his usual virulence, writ an invective
against it; but, Mrs. Behn, Mr. Ravenscroft, and some other poets,
taking compassion on him, sent the author recommendatory verses, which
are printed before that play, and in return he writ a Pindarique to Mrs.
Behn, which she printed in a Collection of Poems 1685.

3. The Usurper, a Tragedy, acted at the Theatre-Royal, and printed 1668,
in which the character of Damocles, is said to have been drawn for
Oliver Cromwel, and that the play is a parallel of those times.

4. Women's Conquest, a Tragi-Comedy, acted at the Duke's Theatre 1677.

Besides these plays, Mr. Howard has published an Epic Poem in octavo,
called the British Princes, which the earl of Rochester likewise handled
pretty severely. There is likewise ascribed to him another Book of
Poems and Essays, with a Paraphrase on Cicero's Laelius, or Tract of
Friendship, printed in 8vo. The Earl of Dorset, who was called by
cotemporary writers, the best good man, with the worst natured Muse,
has dedicated a few lines to the damnation of this extraordinary epic
production of Mr. Howard's.

The Spectator observes, that this epic piece is full of incongruity,
or in other words, abounds with nonsense. He quotes the two following
lines,

  A coat of mail Prince Vortiger had on,
  Which from a naked pict his grandsire won.

Who does not see the absurdity of winning a coat from a naked man?

The earl of Dorset thus addresses him;

To Mr. EDWARD HOWARD, on his incomparable, incomprehensible POEM called
the BRITISH PRINCES.

  Come on, ye critics, find one fault who dare,
  For, read it backward like a witch's prayer,
  'Twill do as well; throw not away your jests
  On solid nonsense that abides all tests.
  Wit, like tierce-claret, when't begins to pall,
  Neglected lies, and's of no use at all,
  But, in its full perfection of decay,
  Turns vinegar, and comes again in play.
  Thou hast a brain, such as it is indeed;
  On what else mould thy worm of fancy feed?
  Yet in a Filbert I have often known
  Maggots survive when all the kernel's gone.
  This simile shall stand, in thy defence,
  'Gainst such dull rogues as now and then write sense.
  Thy style's the same, whatever be thy theme,
  As some digestion turns all meat to phlegm.
  He lyes, dear Ned, who says, thy brain it barren,
  Where deep conceits, like vermin breed in carrion.
  Thy stumbling founder'd jade can trot as high
  As any other Pegasus can fly.
  So the dull Eel moves nimbler in the mud,
  Than all the swift-finn'd racers of the flood.
  As skilful divers to the bottom fall,
  Sooner than those that cannot swim at all,
  So in the way of writing, without thinking,
  Thou hast a strange alacrity in sinking.
  Thou writ'st below ev'n thy own nat'ral parts,
  And with acquir'd dulness, and new arts
  Of studied nonsense, tak'st kind readers hearts.
  Therefore dear Ned, at my advice forbear,
  Such loud complaints 'gainst critics to prefer,
  Since thou art turn'd an arrant libeller:
  Thou sett'st thy name to what thyself do'st write;
  Did ever libel yet so sharply bite?

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Mrs. APHRA BEHN,

A celebrated poetess of the last age, was a gentlewoman by birth, being
descended, as her life-writer says, from a good family in the city of
Canterbury. She was born in Charles Ist's reign[1], but in what year is
not known. Her father's name was Johnson, whose relation to the lord
Willoughby engaged him for the advantageous post of lieutenant general
of Surinam, and six and thirty islands, to undertake a voyage, with his
whole family, to the West-Indies, at which time our poetess was very
young. Mr. Johnson died at sea, in his passage thither; but his family
arrived at Surinam, a place so delightfully situated, and abounding
with such a vast profusion of beauties, that, according to Mrs. Behn's
description, nature seems to have joined with art to render it perfectly
elegant: her habitation in that country, called St. John's Hill, she has
challenged all the gardens in Italy, nay, all the globe of the world, to
shew so delightful a recess. It was there our poetess became acquainted
with the story and person of the American Prince Oroonoko, whose
adventures she has so feelingly and elegantly described in the
celebrated Novel of that name, upon which Mr. Southern has built his
Tragedy of Oroonoko, part of which is so entertaining and moving, that
it is almost too much for nature. Mrs. Behn tells us, that she herself
had often seen and conversed with that great man, and been a witness to
many of his mighty actions, and that at one time, he, and Imoinda his
wife, were scarce an hour in a day from her lodgings; that they eat
with her, and that she obliged them in all things she was capable of,
entertaining them with the lives of the Romans and great men, which
charmed him with her company; while she engaged his wife with teaching
her all the pretty works she was mistress of, relating stories of Nuns,
and endeavouring to bring her to the knowledge of the true God. This
intimacy between Oroonoko and Mrs. Behn occasioned some reflexions on
her conduct, from which the authoress of her life, already quoted,
justified her in the following manner; 'Here, says she, I can add
nothing to what she has given the world already, but a vindication of
her from some unjust aspersions I find are insinuated about this town,
in relation to that prince. I knew her intimately well, and I believe
she would not have concealed any love affair from me, being one of her
own sex, whose friendship and secrecy she had experienced, which makes
me assure the world that there was no intrigue between that Prince and
Astræa. She had a general value for his uncommon virtues, and when
he related the story of his woes, she might with the Desdemona of
Shakespear, cry out, That it was pitiful, wondrous pitiful, which never
can be construed into an amour; besides, his heart was too violently set
on the everlasting charms of his Imoinda, to be shook with those more
faint (in his eye) of a white beauty; and Astrea's relations there
present kept too watchful an eye over her, to permit the frailty of her
youth, if that had been powerful enough.' After this lady's return to
London, she was married to Mr. Behn, a Merchant there, but of Dutch
extraction. This marriage strengthening her interest, and, perhaps,
restoring her character, gave her an opportunity of appearing with
advantage at court. She gave King Charles II. so accurate and agreeable
an account of the colony of Surinam, that he conceived a great opinion
of her abilities, and thought her a proper person to be entrusted with
the management of some important affairs, during the Dutch war; which
occasioned her going into Flanders, and residing at Antwerp. Here, by
her political intrigues, she discovered the design formed by the Dutch,
of sailing up the river Thames, and burning the English ships in their
harbours, which she communicated to the court of England; but her
intelligence, though well grounded, as appeared by the event, being only
laughed at and slighted, she laid aside all other thoughts of state
affairs, and amused herself during her stay at Antwerp with the
gallantries in that city. But as we have mentioned that she discovered
the design of the Dutch to burn our ships, it would be injustice to the
lady, as well as to the reader, not to give some detail of her manner
of doing it. She made this discovery by the intervention of a Dutchman,
whom her life-writer calls by the name of Vander Albert. As an
ambassador, or negociator of her sex could not take the usual means of
intelligence; of mixing with the multitude, and bustling in the cabals
of statesmen, she fell upon another way, perhaps more efficacious, of
working by her eyes. This Vander Albert had been in love with her before
her marriage with Mr. Behn, and no sooner heard of her arrival at
Antwerp, than he paid her a visit; and after a repetition of his former
vows, and ardent professions for her service, pressed her to receive
from him some undeniable proofs of the vehemence and sincerity of his
passion, for which he would ask no reward, 'till he had by long and
faithful services convinced her that he deserved it. This proposal was
so suitable to her present aim in the service of her country, that she
accepted it, and employed Albert in such a manner, as made her very
serviceable to the King. The latter end of the year 1666, he sent
her word, by a special messenger, that he would be with her at a day
appointed, at which time, he revealed to her, that Cornelius de Wit,
who, with the rest of that family, had an implacable hatred to the
English nation and the house of Orange, had, with de Ruyter, proposed to
the States the expedition abovementioned. This proposal, concurring with
the advice which the Dutch spies in England had given them, of the total
neglect of all naval preparations, was well received, and was resolved
to be put in execution, as a thing neither dangerous nor difficult.
Albert having communicated a secret of this importance, and with such
marks of truth, that she had no room to doubt of it: as soon as the
interview was at an end, she dispatched an account of what she had
discovered, to England[2].

But we cannot conclude Mrs. Behn's gallantries at Antwerp, without being
a little more particular, as we find her attacked by other lovers, and
thought she found means to preserve her innocence, yet the account
that she herself gives of her affairs there, is both humorous and
entertaining.

In a letter to a friend she proceeds thus, 'My other lover is about
twice Albert's age, nay and bulk too, tho' Albert "be not the most
Barbary shape you have seen, you must know him by the name of Van Bruin,
and he was introduced to me by Albert his kinsman, and was obliged by
him to furnish me in his absence, with what money and other things I
should please to command, or have occasion for. This old fellow had not
visited me often, before I began to be sensible of the influence of my
eyes upon this old piece of touchwood; but he had not the confidence
to tell me he loved me, and modesty you know is no common fault of
his countrymen. He often insinuated that he knew a man of wealth and
substance, though striken indeed in years, and on that account not
so agreeable as a younger man, was passionately in love with me, and
desired to know whether my heart was so far engaged, that his friend
should not entertain, any hopes. I replied that I was surprized to hear
a friend of Albert's making an interest in me for another, and that if
love were a passion, I was any way sensible of, it could never be for an
old man, and much to that purpose. But all this would not do, in a
day or two I received this eloquent epistle from him." Here Mrs. Behn
inserts a translation of Van Bruin's letter, which was wrote in French,
and in a most ridiculous stile, telling her, he had often strove to
reveal to her the tempests of his heart, and with his own mouth scale
the walls of her affections; but terrified with the strength of her
fortifications, he concluded to make more regular approaches, to attack
her at a farther distance, and try first what a bombardment of letters
would do; whether these carcasses of love thrown into the sconces of her
eyes, would break into the midst of her breast, beat down the out-guard
of her aversion, and blow up the magazine of her cruelty, that she might
be brought to a capitulation, and yield upon, reasonable terms. He then
considers her as a goodly ship under sail for the Indies; her hair is
the pennants, her fore-head the prow, her eyes the guns, her nose the
rudder. He wishes he could once see her keel above water, and desires
to be her pilot, to steer thro' the Cape of Good-Hope, to the Indies of
love.

Our ingenious poetess sent him a suitable answer to this truly
ridiculous and Dutchman like epistle. She rallies him for setting out in
so unprofitable a voyage as love, and humorously reckons up the expences
of the voyage; as ribbons, and hoods for her pennants, diamond rings,
lockets, and pearl-necklaces for her guns of offence and defence, silks,
holland, lawn, cambric, &c. for her rigging.

Mrs. Behn tells us she diverted herself with Van Bruin in Albert's
absence, till he began to assume and grow troublesome to her by his
addresses, so that to rid himself of him, she was forced to disclose the
whole affair to Albert, who was so enraged that he threatened the death
of his rival, but he was pacified by his mistress, and content to
upbraid the other for his treachery, and forbid him the house, but this
says Mrs. Behn, 'produced a very ridiculous scene, for 'my Nestorian
lover would not give ground to Albert, but was as high as he, challenged
him to sniker-snee for me, and a thousand things as comical; in short
nothing but my positive command could satisfy him, and on that he
promised no more to trouble me. Sure as he thought himself of me, he
was thunder-struck, when he heard me not only forbid him the house, but
ridicule all his addresses to his rival Albert; with a countenance full
of despair, he went away not only from my lodgings, but the next day
from Antwerp, unable to stay in a place where he had met so dreadful a
defeat.'

The authoress of her life has given us a farther account of her affairs
with Vander Albert, in which she contrived to preserve her honour,
without injuring her gratitude. There was a woman at Antwerp, who had
often given Astræa warning of Albert's fickleness and inconstancy,
assuring her he never loved after enjoyment, and sometimes changed even
before he had that pretence; of which she herself was an instance;
Albert having married her, and deserted her on the wedding-night. Our
poetess took the opportunity of her acquaintance with this lady to put
an honest trick upon her lover, and at the same time do justice to an
injured woman. Accordingly she made an appointment with Albert, and
contrived that the lady whose name was Catalina, should meet him in
her stead. The plot succeeded and Catalina infinitely pleased with the
adventure, appointed the next night, and the following, till at last
he discovered the cheat, and resolved to gratify both his love and
resentment, by enjoying Astæa even against her will. To this purpose he
bribed an elderly gentlewoman, whom Mrs. Behn kept out of charity, to
put him to bed drest in her night-cloaths in her place, when Astræa was
passing the evening in a merchant's house in the town. The merchant's
son and his two daughters waited on Astræa home; and to conclude the
evening's mirth with a frolick, the young gentleman proposed going to
bed to the old woman, and that they should all come in with candles and
surprize them together. As it was agreed so they did, but no sooner was
the young spark put to bed, but he found himself accosted with ardour,
and a man's voice, saying, 'have I now caught thee, thou malicious
charmer! now I'll not let thee go till thou hast done me justice for all
the wrongs thou hast offered my dealing love.' The rest of the company
were extremely surprized to find Albert in Astraea's bed instead of the
old woman, and Albert no less surprized to find the young spark instead
of Astræa. In the conclusion, the old woman was discarded, and Albert's
fury at his disappointment appeased by a promise from Mrs. Behn, of
marrying him at his arrival in England; but Albert returning to Holland
to make preparations for his voyage to England, died of a Fever
at Amsterdam[3]. From this adventure it plainly appears, that the
observation of a Dutchman's not being capable to love is false; for both
Albert, and the Nestorian wooer, seem to have been warm enough in their
addresses.

After passing some time in this manner at Antwerp, she embarked at
Dunkirk for England; and in her passage, was near being lost, for the
ship being driven on the coast, foundered within sight of land, but by
the assistance of boats from the shore, they were all saved; and Mrs.
Behn arriving in London, dedicated the rest of her life to pleasure and
poetry. Besides publishing three volumes of miscellany poems, she
wrote seventeen plays, and some histories and novels. She translated
Fontenelle's History of Oracles, and plurality of worlds, to which
last she annexed an Essay on Translation, and translated Prose. The
Paraphrase of Oenone's, Epistle to Paris, in the English Translation
of Ovid's Epistles is Mrs. Behn's; as are the celebrated Love Letters
between a Nobleman and his Sister. Her wit gained her the esteem of Mr.
Dryden, Mr. Southern, &c. and at the same time the love and addresses of
several gentlemen, in particular one, with whom she corresponded under
the name of Lycida, who it seems did not return her passion with equal
warmth, and with the earnestness and rapture, she imagined her beauty
had a right to command.

Mrs. Behn died after a long indisposition, April 16, 1689, and was
buried in the cloister of Westminster Abbey. We shall beg leave to
exhibit her character, as we find it drawn by some of her cotemporaries,
and add a remark of our own. 'Mr. Langbain 'thinks her Memory will
be long fresh among all lovers of dramatic poetry, as having been
sufficiently eminent, not only for her theatrical performances; but
several other pieces both in prose and verse, which gained her an esteem
among the wits almost equal to that of the incomparable Orinda, Mrs.
Katherine Phillips.'

There are several encomiums on Mrs. Behn prefixed to her lover's watch;
among the rest, Mr. Charles Cotton, author of Virgil Travesty, throws in
his mite in her praise; though the lines are but poorly writ. But of all
her admirers, Mr. Charles Gildon, who was intimately acquainted with our
poetess, speaks of her with the highest encomiums.

In his epistle dedicatory to her histories and novels, he thus expresses
himself. 'Poetry, the supreme pleasure of the mind, is begot, and born
in pleasure, but oppressed and killed with pain. This reflexion ought to
raise our admiration of Mrs. Behn, whose genius was of that force, to
maintain its gaiety in the midst of disappointments, which a woman of
her sense and merit ought never to have met with. But she had a great
strength of mind, and command of thought, being able to write in the
midst of company, and yet have the share of the conversation: which I
saw her do in writing Oroonoko, and other parts of her works, in every
part of which you'll find an easy stile and a peculiar happiness of
thinking. The passions, that of love especially, she was mistress of,
and gave us such nice and tender touches of them, that without her name
we might discover the author.' To this character of Mrs. Behn may be
very properly added, that given of her by the authoress of her life and
memoirs, in these words.

'She was of a generous humane disposition, something passionate, very
serviceable to her friends in all that was in her power, and could
sooner forgive an injury than do one. She had wit, humour, good-nature
and judgment. She was mistress of all the pleasing arts of conversation:
She was a woman of sense, and consequently a lover of pleasure. For my
part I knew her intimately, and never saw ought unbecoming the just
modesty of our sex; though more gay and free, than the folly of the
precise will allow.'

The authors of the Biographia Brittanica say, that her poetry is none of
the best; and that her comedies, tho' not without humour, are full
of the most indecent scenes and expressions. As to the first, with
submission to the authority of these writers, the charge is ill-founded,
which will appear from the specimen upon which Dryden himself makes
her a compliment; as to the latter, I'm afraid it cannot be so well
defended; but let those who are ready to blame her, consider, that her's
was the sad alternative to write or starve; the taste of the times was
corrupt; and it is a true observation, that they who live to please,
must please to live.

Mrs. Behn perhaps, as much as any one, condemned loose scenes, and too
warm descriptions; but something must be allowed to human frailty. She
herself was of an amorous complexion, she felt the passions intimately
which she describes, and this circumstance added to necessity, might be
the occasion of her plays being of that cast.

  The stage how loosely does Astrea tread,
  Who fairly puts, all characters to bed.

Are lines of Mr. Pope:

And another modern speaking of, the vicissitudes to which the stage is
subjected, has the following,

  Perhaps if skill could distant times explore,
  New Behn's, new Durfey's, yet remain in store,
  Perhaps, for who can guess th' effects of chance,
  Here Hunt[4] may box, and Mahomet[5] may dance.

This author cannot be well acquainted with Mrs. Behn's works, who makes
a comparison between them and the productions of Durfey. There are marks
of a fine understanding in the most unfinished piece of Mrs. Behn, and
the very worst of this lady's compositions are preferable to Durfey's
bell. It is unpleasing to have the merit of any of the Fair Sex
lessened. Mrs. Behn suffered enough at the hands of supercilious prudes,
who had the barbarity to construe her sprightliness into lewdness;
and because she had wit and beauty, she must likewise be charged with
prostitution and irreligion.

Her dramatic works are,

1, 2. The Rover: Or, the banished Cavalier. In two parts, both comedies;
acted at the duke's theatre, and printed in 4to. 1677 and 1681. Those
plays are taken in a great measure from Killegrew's Don Thomaso, or the
wanderer.

3. The Dutch Lover, a Comedy, acted at the Duke's theatre, and printed
in 4to, 1673. The plot of this play is founded upon a Spanish Comedy
entitled, Don Fenise, written by Don Francisco de las Coveras.

4. Abdelazer; or the Moor's Revenge, a Tragedy, acted at the duke's
theatre, and printed in 4to. 1671. It is taken from an old play of
Marlow's, intitled, Lust's Dominion; or the Lascivious Queen, a Tragedy.

5. The Young King; or the Mistake, a Tragi-Comedy, acted at the duke's
theatre, and printed in 4to. in 1683. The design of this play is taken
from the story of Alcamenes and Menalippa, in Calprenede's Cleopatra.

6. The Round-Heads; or the Good Old Cause, a Comedy; acted at the
duke's theatre, and printed in 4to. 1682. It is dedicated to Henry
Fitzroy--duke of Grafton.

7. The City Heiress; or Sir Timothy Treatwell, a Comedy; acted at the
duke's theatre, and printed in 4to. in 1682, dedicated to Henry Earl
of Arundel, and Lord Mowbray. Most of the characters in this play
are borrowed, according to Langbaine, from Massinger's Guardian, and
Middleton's Mad World my Masters.

8. The Town Fop, or Sir Timothy Tawdry, a Comedy, acted at the duke's
theatre, and printed in 4to. 1677. This play is founded on a comedy
written by one George Wilkins, entitled, the Miseries of inforced
Marriage.

9. The False Count, or a New Way to play an old Game, a Comedy; acted at
the duke's theatre, and printed in 4to. 1682 Isabella's being deceived
by the Chimney Sweeper is borrowed from Mollier's precieuse Ridicules.

10. The Lucky Chances; or an Alderman's Bargain, a Comedy, acted by the
King's company, and printed in 4to. in 1687. It is dedicated to Hyde
Earl of Rochester. This play was greatly condemned by the critics; some
incidents in it are borrowed from Shirley's Lady of Pleasure.

11. The forced Marriage; or the jealous Bridegroom, a Tragi-Comedy,
acted at the duke's theatre, and printed in 4to, 1671.

12. Sir Patient Fancy; a Comedy, acted at the duke's theatre, and
printed in 4to. 1678. The plot of this play, and some of the characters,
particularly Sir Patient, is borrowed from Moliere's Malades
Imaginaires.

13. The Widow Ranter; or the History of Bacon in Virginia, a
Tragi-Comedy, acted by the King's company, and printed 1690. It is
uncertain where she had the history of Bacon; but the catastrophe seems
founded on the story of Cassius, who died by the hand of his freed man.
This play was published after Mrs. Behn's death by one G.I., her friend.

14. The Feigned Courtezan; or a Night's Intrigue, a Comedy, acted at the
duke's theatre, and printed in 4to. 1679. It is dedicated to the famous
Ellen Gwyn, King Charles IId's mistress, and is esteemed one of Mrs.
Behn's best plays.

15. Emperor of the Moon, a Farce, acted at the Queen's theatre, and
printed 4to. 1687. It is dedicated to the Marquis of Worcester. The Plot
is taken from an Italian piece translated into French, under the title
of Harlequin Empereur, Dans le Monde de la Lune, and acted at Paris
above eighty nights without intermission.

16. The Amorous Prince; or the Curious Husband, a Comedy, acted at the
duke of York's theatre, and printed in 4to. 1671. The plot is borrowed
from the novel of the Curious Impertinent in Don Quixote.

17. The younger Brother; or the Amorous Jilt; a Comedy, published after
her death by Mr. Gildon. It was taken from a true story of colonel Henry
Martin, and a certain lady.

Mrs. Behn's plays, all but the last, were published together in two
volumes 8vo. But the edition of 1724 is in four volumes 12mo. including
the Younger Brother.

The following is an account of her novels, and histories,

They are extant in two volumes 12mo. Lond. 1735, 8th edition, published
by Mr. Charles Gildon, and dedicated to Simon Scroop, Esq; to which is
prefixed the history of the Life and Memoirs of our authoress, written
by one of the fair sex.

1. The History of Oroonoko, or the Royal Slave: This was founded on a
true story, the incidents of which happened during her residence at
Surinam. It gave birth to Mr. Southern's celebrated play of that name;
who in his dedication of it, speaking of his obligation to Mrs. Behn for
the subject, says,

'She had a great command of the stage, and I have often wondered that
she would bury her favorite hero in a novel, when she might have revived
him in the scene. She thought either, that no actor could represent him,
or she could not bear him represented; and I believe the last, when I
remember what I have heard from a friend of her's, that she always told
a story more feelingly than she writ.'

2. The Fair Jilt; or the Amours of Prince Tarquin and Miranda. This is
likewise said to be derived from a true story, to a great part of which
she tells she was an eye witness; and what she did not see, she learned
from some of the actors concerned in it, the Franciscans of Antwerp,
where the scene is laid.

3. The Nun, or the perjured Beauty, a true novel.

4. The History of Agnes de Castro.

5. The Lover's Watch; or the Art of making love. It is taken from M.
Bonnecourte's le Montre, or the Watch. It is not properly a novel. A
lady, under the name of Iris, being absent from her lover Damon, is
supposed to send him a Watch, on the dial plate of which the whole
business of a lover, during the twenty-four hours, is marked out, and
pointed to by the dart of a Cupid in the middle.--

"Thus eight o'clock is marked agreeable to reverie; nine o'Clock, design
to please no body; ten o'clock, reading of letters, &c."

To which is added, as from Damon to Iris, a description of the case of
the watch.

6. The Lady's Looking-Glass, to dress themselves by. Damon is supposed
to send Iris a looking-glass, which represents to her all her charms,
viz. her shape, complexion, hair, &c. This likewise, which is not
properly a novel, is taken from the French.

7. The Lucky Mistake, a new novel.

8. The Court of the King of Bantam.

9. The Adventures of the Black Lady. The reader will distinguish the
originals from translations, by consulting the 2d and 3d tomes of
Recueil des pieces gallantet, en prose et en verse. Paris 1684.

We have observed, that in the English translation of Ovid's Epistles,
the paraphrase of Oenone's Epistle to Paris is her's. In the preface to
that work Mr. Dryden pays her this handsome compliment.

"I was desired to say, that the author, who is of the fair sex,
understood not Latin; but if she does not, I'm afraid she has given us
occasion to be ashamed who do."

Part of this epistle transcribed will afford a specimen of her
verification.

  Say lovely youth, why wouldst thou, thus betray,
  My easy faith, and lead my heart away.
  I might some humble shepherd's choice have been,
  Had I not heard that tongue, those eyes not seen;
  And in some homely cot, in low repose,
  Liv'd undisturb'd, with broken vows and oaths;
  All day by shaded springs my flocks have kept,
  And in some honest arms, at night have slept.
  Then, un-upbraided with my wrongs thou'dit been,
  Safe in the joys of the fair Grecian queen.
  What stars do rule the great? no sooner you
  Became a prince, but you were perjured too.
  Are crowns and falsehoods then consistent things?
  And must they all be faithless who are Kings?
  The gods be prais'd that I was humble born,
  Ev'n tho' it renders me my Paris' scorn.
  And I had rather this way wretched prove,
  Than be a queen, dishonest in my love.


[Footnote 1: Memoirs prefixed to her Novels, by a lady.]

[Footnote 2: Memoires ubi supra.]

[Footnote 3: Memoirs ubi supra.]

[Footnote 4: A noted boxer.]

[Footnote 5: A Turk, famous for his performances on a wire, after the
manner of rope-dancers.]

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Sir GEORGE ETHEREGE,

A Celebrated wit in the reign of Charles and James II. He is said to
have been descended of an ancient family of Oxfordshire, and born about
the year 1636; it is thought he had some part of his education at the
university of Cambridge, but in his younger years he travelled into
France, and consequently made no long stay at the university. Upon his
return, he, for some time, studied the Municipal Law at one of the Inns
of Court, in which, it seems, he made but little progress, and like
other men of sprightly genius, abandoned it for pleasure, and the gayer
accomplishments.

In the year 1664 the town was obliged with his first performance for
the stage, entitled the Comical Revenge, or Love in a Tub, the writing
whereof brought him acquainted, as he himself informed us, with the earl
of Dorset, to whom it is by the author dedicated. The fame of this play,
together with his easy, unreserved conversation, and happy address,
rendered him a favourite with the leading wits, such as the duke of
Buckingham, Sir Charles Sedley, the earl of Rochester, Sir Car Scroop.
Being animated by this encouragement, in 1668, he brought another comedy
upon the stage, entitled She Would if She Could; which gained him no
less applause, and it was expected, that by the continuance of his
studies, he would polish and enliven the theatrical taste, and be no
less constant in such entertainments, than the most assiduous of his
cotemporaries, but he was too much addicted to pleasure, and being
impelled by no necessity, he neglected the stage, and never writ, till
he was forced to it, by the importunity of his friends. In 1676, his
last comedy called the Man of Mode, or Sir Fopling Flutter, came on the
stage, with the most extravagant success; he was then a servant to
the beautiful duchess of York, of whom Dryden has this very singular
expression, 'that he does not think, that at the general resurrection,
she can be made to look more charming than now.' Sir George dedicates
this play to his Royal Mistress, with the most courtly turns of
compliment. In this play he is said to have drawn, or to use the modern
cant, taken off, some of the cotemporary coxcombs; and Mr. Dryden, in
an Epilogue to it, has endeavoured to remove the suspicion of personal
satire, and says, that the character of Flutter is meant to ridicule
none in particular, but the whole fraternity of finished fops, the
idolaters of new fashions.

His words are,

  True fops help nature's work, and go to school,
  To file and finish God Almighty's fool:
  Yet none Sir Fopling, him, or him, can call,
  He's Knight o'th' Shire, and represents you all.

But this industry, to avoid the imputation of personal satire, but
served to heighten it; and the town soon found out originals to his
characters. Sir Fopling was said to be drawn for one Hewit, a beau of
those times, who, it seems, was such a creature as the poet ridiculed,
but who, perhaps, like many other coxcombs, would never have been
remembered, but for this circumstance, which transmits his memory to
posterity.

The character of Dorimant was supposed to represent the earl of
Rochester, who was inconstant, faithless, and undetermined in his
amours; and it is likewise said, in the character of Medley, that the
poet has drawn out some sketch of himself, and from the authority of Mr.
Bowman, who played Sir Fopling, or some other part in this comedy, it
is said, that the very Shoemaker in Act I. was also meant for a real
person, who, by his improvident courses before, having been unable
to make any profit by his trade, grew afterwards, upon the public
exhibition of him, so industrious and notable, that he drew a crowd of
the best customers to him, and became a very thriving tradesman. Whether
the poet meant to display these characters, we cannot now determine, but
it is certain, the town's ascribing them to some particular persons, was
paying him a very high compliment; and if it proved no more, it at least
demonstrated, a close imitation of nature, a beauty which constitutes
the greatest perfection of a comic poet.

Our author, it seems, was addicted to some gay extravagances, such as
gaming, and an unlicensed indulgence in women and wine, which brought
some satirical reflexions, upon him. Gildon in his Lives of the Dramatic
Poets, says, that upon marrying a fortune, he was knighted; the
circumstances of it are these: He had, by his gaming and extravagance,
so embarrassed his affairs, that he courted a rich widow in order to
retrieve them; but she being an ambitious woman, would not condescend to
marry him, unless he could make her a lady, which he was obliged to
do by the purchase of a knighthood; and this appears in a Consolatary
Epistle to captain Julian, from the duke of Buckingham, in, which this
match is reflected on. We have no account of any issue he had by this
lady, but from the information of Mr. Bowman we can say, that he
cohabited, for some time, with the celebrated Mrs. Barry the actress,
and had one daughter by her; that he settled 5 or 6000 l. on her, but
that she died young.

From the same intelligence, it also appears, that Sir George was, in his
person, a fair[1], slender, genteel man, but spoiled his countenance
with drinking, and other habits of intemperance. In his deportment he
was very affable and courteous, of a generous disposition, which, with
his free, lively, and natural vein of writing, acquired him the general
character of gentle George, and easy Etherege, in respect of which
qualities, we often find him compared to Sir Charles Sedley. His courtly
and easy behaviour so recommended him to the Duchess of York, that
when on the accession of King James II. she became Queen, she sent him
ambassador abroad, Gildon says, to Hamburgh; but it is pretty evident,
that he was in that reign a minister at Ratisbon, at least, from the
year 1686, to the time his majesty left this kingdom, if not later, but
it appears that he was there, by his own letters wrote from thence to
the earl of Middleton.

After this last comedy, we meet with no more he ever wrote for the
stage; however, there are preserved some letters of his in prose,
published among a collection of Familiar Letters, by John earl of
Rochester; two of which, sent to the duke of Buckingham, have particular
merit, both for the archness of the turns, and the acuteness of the
observations. He gives his lordship a humorous description of some of
the Germans, their excessive drunkenness; their plodding stupidity and
ostensive indelicacy; he complains that he has no companion in that part
of the world, no Sir Charles Sedleys, nor Buckinghams, and what is still
worse, even deprived of the happiness of a mistress, for, the women
there, he says, are so coy, and so narrowly watched by their relations,
that there is no possibility of accomplishing an intrigue. He mentions,
however, one Monsieur Hoffman, who married a French lady, with whom he
was very great, and after the calamitous accident of Mr. Hoffman's being
drowned, he pleasantly describes the grief of the widow, and the methods
he took of removing her sorrow, by an attempt in which he succeeded.
These two letters discover the true character of Etherege, as well as
of the noble person to whom they were sent, and mark them as great
libertines, in speculation as in practice.

As for the other compositions of our author, they consist chiefly of
little airy sonnets, smart lampoons, and smooth panegyrics. All that we
have met with more than is here mentioned, of his writing in prose, is
a short piece, entitled An Account of the Rejoicing at the Diet of
Ratisbon, performed by Sir George Etherege, Knight, residing there from
his Majesty of Great Britain, upon Occasion of the Birth of the Prince
of Wales; in a Letter from himself, printed in the Savoy 1688. When our
author died, the writers of his life have been very deficient; Gildon
says, that after the Revolution, he followed his master into France, and
died there, or very soon after his arrival in England from thence. But
there was a report (say the authors of the Biograph. Brit. which they
received from an ingenious gentleman) 'that Sir George came to an
untimely death, by an unlucky accident at Ratisbon, for, after having
treated some company with a liberal entertainment at his house there,
when he had taken his glass too freely, and, being through his great
complaisance too forward, in waiting on his guests at their departure,
flushed as he was, he tumbled down stairs, and broke his neck, and so
fell a martyr to jollity and civility.'

One of the earliest of our author's lesser poems, is that addressed to
her Grace the Marchioness of Newcastle, after reading her poems, and as
it is esteemed a very elegant panegyric, we shall give the conclusion of
it as a specimen.

  While we, your praise, endeavouring to rehearse,
  Pay that great duty in our humble verse;
  Such as may justly move your anger, now,
  Like Heaven forgive them, and accept them too.
  But what we cannot, your brave hero pays,
  He builds those monuments we strive to raise;
  Such as to after ages shall make known,
  While he records your deathless fame his own:
  So when an artist some rare beauty draws,
  Both in our wonder there, and our applause.
  His skill, from time secures the glorious dame,
  And makes himself immortal in her fame.

Besides his Songs, little panegyrical Poems and Sonnets, he wrote two
Satires against Nell Gwyn, one of the King's mistresses, though there is
no account how a quarrel happened between them; the one is called Madam
Nelly's Complaint, beginning,

  If Sylla's ghost made bloody Cat'line start.

The other is called the Lady of Pleasure, with; its Argument at the Head
of it, whereof the first line is,

  The life of Nelly truly shewn.

Sir George spent a life of ease, pleasure, and affluence, at least
never was long, nor much, exposed to want. He seems to have possessed
a sprightly genius, to have had an excellent turn for comedy, and very
happy in a courtly dialogue. We have no proof of his being a scholar,
and was rather born, than made a poet. He has not escaped the censure of
the critics; for his works are so extremely loose and licentious, as to
render them dangerous to young, unguarded minds: and on this account our
witty author is, indeed, justly liable to the severest censure of the
virtuous, and sober part of mankind.


[Footnote 1: Biogr. Brit. p. 1844.]

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THE LIFE OF

WILLIAM MOUNTFORD.

This gentleman, who was very much distinguished as a player, was born in
the year 1659, but of what family we have no account, farther than that
they were of Staffordshire; the extraordinary circumstances of Mr.
Mountford's death, have drawn more attention upon him, than he might
otherwise have had; and though he was not very considerable as a poet,
yet he was of great eminence as an actor. Mr. Cibber, in his Apology for
his own Life, has mentioned him with the greatest respect, and drawn his
character with strong touches of admiration. After having delineated
the theatrical excellences of Kynaston, Sandford, &c. he thus speaks of
Mountford. 'Of person he was tall, well made, fair, and of an agreeable
aspect, his voice clear, full, and melodious; in tragedy he was the
most affecting lover within my memory; his addresses had a resistless
recommendation from the very tone of his voice, which gave his words
such softness, that as Dryden says,

  --'Like flakes of feather'd snow,
  'They melted as they fell.

All this he particularly verified in that scene of Alexander, where
the hero throws himself at the feet of Statira for pardon of his past
infidelities. There we saw the great, the tender, the penitent, the
despairing, the transported, and the amiable, in the highest perfection.
In comedy he gave the truest life to what we call the fine gentleman;
his spirit shone the brighter for being polished by decency. In scenes
of gaiety he never broke into the regard that was due to the presence
of equal, or superior characters, tho' inferior actors played them; he
filled the stage, not by elbowing and crossing it before others, or
disconcerting their action, but by surpassing them in true and masterly
touches of nature; he never laughed at his own jest, unless the point
of his raillery upon another required it; he had a particular talent
in giving life to bons mots and repartees; the wit of the poet seemed
always to come from him extempore, and sharpened into more wit from his
brilliant manner of delivering it; he had himself a good share of it,
or what is equal to it, so lively a pleasantness of humour, that when
either of these fell into his hands upon the stage, he wantoned with
them to the highest delight of his auditors. The agreeable was so
natural to him, that even in that dissolute character of the Rover, he
seemed to wash off the guilt from vice, and gave it charms and merit;
for though it may be a reproach to the poet to draw such characters, not
only unpunished, but rewarded, the actor may still be allowed his due
praise in his excellent performance; and this was a distinction which,
when this comedy was acted at Whitehall, King William's Queen Mary
was pleased to make in favour of Mountford, notwithstanding her
disapprobation of the play; which was heightened by the consideration
of its having been written by a lady, viz. Mrs. Behn, from whom more
modesty might have been expected.

'He had, besides all this, a variety in his genius, which few capital
actors have shewn, or perhaps have thought it any addition of their
merit to arrive at; he could entirely change himself, could at once
throw off the man of sense, for the brisk, vain, rude, lively coxcomb,
the false, flashy pretender to wit, and the dupe of his own sufficiency;
of this he gave a delightful instance, in the character of Sparkish, in
Wycherley's Country Wife: in that of Sir Courtly Nice, by Crown, his
excellence was still greater; there his whole man, voice, mien, and
gesture, was no longer Mountford, but another person; there, the
insipid, soft civility, the elegant and formal mien, the drawling
delicacy of voice, the stately flatness of his address, and the empty
eminence of his attitudes, were so nicely observed, that had he not been
an entire matter of nature, had he not kept his judgment, as it were a
centinel upon himself, not to admit the least likeness of what he used
to be, to enter into any part of his performance, he could not possibly
have so compleatly finished it.'

Mr. Cibber further observes, that if, some years after the death of
Mountford, he himself had any success in those parts, he acknowledges
the advantages he had received from the just idea, and strong
impressions from Mountford's acting them.' 'Had he been remembered (says
he) when I first attempted them, my defects would have been more easily
discovered, and consequently my favourable reception in them must have
been very much, and justly abated. If it could be remembered, how much
he had the advantage of me in voice and person, I could not here be
suspected of an affected modesty, or overvaluing his excellence; for he
sung a clear, counter-tenor, and had a melodious, warbling throat,
which could not but set off the last scene of Sir Courtly with uncommon
happiness, which I, alas! could only struggle through, with the faint
excuses, and real confidence of a fine singer, under the imperfection of
a feigned, and screaming treble, which, at least, could only shew you.
what I would have done, had nature been more favourable to me.'

This is the amiable representation which Mr. Cibber makes of his old
favourite, and whose judgment in theatrical excellences has been ever
indisputed. But this finished performer did not live to reap the
advantages which would have arisen from the great figure he made upon
the stage.

He fell in the 33d year of his age, by the hand of an assassin, who
cowardly murdered him, and slid from justice. As we imagine it will not
be unpleasing to the reader to be made acquainted with the most material
circumstances relating to that affair, we mail here insert them, as they
appear on the trial of lord Mohun, who was arraigned for that murder,
and acquitted by his peers. Lord Mohun, it is well known, was a man of
loose morals, a rancorous spirit, and, in short, reflected no honour on
his titles. It is a true observation, that the temper and disposition of
a man may be more accurately known by the company he keeps, than by any
other means of reading the human heart: Lord Mohun had contracted a
great intimacy with one captain Hill, a man of scandalous morals, and
despicable life, and was so fond of this fellow, whom, it seems, nature
had wonderfully formed to be a cut throat, that he entered into his
schemes, and became a party in promoting his most criminal pleasures.

This murderer had long entertained a passion for Mrs. Bracegirdle, so
well known, as an excellent actress, and who died not many years ago,
that it would be superfluous to give a particular account of her; his
passion was rejected with disdain by Mrs. Bracegirdle, who did not think
such a heart as his worth possessing. The contempt with which she
used captain Hill fired his resentment; he valued himself for being a
gentleman, and an officer in the army, and thought he had a right, at
the first onset, to triumph over the heart of an actress; but in this he
found himself miserably mistaken: Hill, who could not bear the contempt
shewn him by Mrs. Bracegirdle, conceived that her aversion must proceed
from having previously engaged her heart to some more favoured lover;
and though Mr. Mountford was a married man, he became jealous of him,
probably, from no other reason, than the respect with which he observed
Mr. Mountford treat her, and their frequently playing together in the
same scene. Confirmed in this suspicion, he resolved to be revenged on
Mountford, and as he could not possess Mrs. Bracegirdle by gentle means,
he determined to have recourse to violence, and hired some ruffians to
assist him in carrying her off. His chief accomplice in this scheme was
lord Mohun, to whom he communicated his intention, and who concurred
with him in it. They appointed an evening for that purpose, hired a
number of soldiers, and a coach, and went to the playhouse in order to
find Mrs. Bracegirdle, but she having no part in the play of that night,
did not come to the house. They then got intelligence that she was gone
with her mother to sup at one Mrs. Page's in Drury-Lane; thither they
went, and fixed their post, in expectation of Mrs. Bracegirdle's coming
out, when they intended to have executed their scheme against her. She
at last came out, accompanied with her mother and Mr. Page: the two
adventurers made a sign to their hired bravo's, who laid their hands on
Mrs. Bracegirdle: but her mother, who threw her arms round her waist,
preventing them from thrusting her immediately into the coach, and Mr.
Page gaining time to call assistance, their attempt was frustrated, and
Mrs. Bracegirdle, her mother, and Mr. Page, were safely conveyed to her
own house in Howard-street in the Strand. Lord Mohnn and Hill, enraged
at this disappointment, resolved, since they were unsuccessful in one
part of their design, they would yet attempt another; and that night
vowed revenge against Mr. Mountford.

They went to the street where Mr. Mountford lived, and there lay in wait
for him: Old Mrs. Bracegirdle and another gentlewoman who had heard them
vow revenge against Mr. Mountford, sent to his house, to desire his wife
to let him know his danger, and to warn him not to come home that night,
but unluckily no messenger Mrs. Mountford sent was able to find him:
Captain Hill and lord Mohun paraded in the streets with their swords
drawn; and when the watch made enquiry into the cause of this, lord
Mohun answered, that he was a peer of the realm, and dared them to touch
him at their peril; the night-officers being intimidated at this threat,
left them unmolested, and went their rounds. Towards midnight Mr.
Mountford going home to his own house was saluted in a very friendly
manner, by lord Mohun; and as his lordship seemed to carry no marks of
resentment in his behaviour, he used the freedom to ask him, how he came
there at that time of night? to which his lordship replied, by asking if
he had not heard the affair of the woman? Mountford asked what woman? to
which he answered Mrs. Bracegirdle; I hope, says he, my lord, you do not
encourage Mr. Hill in his attempt upon Mrs. Bracegirdle; which however
is no concern of mine; when he uttered these words, Hill, behind
his back, gave him some desperate blows on his head, and before Mr.
Mountford had time to draw, and stand on his defence, he basely run him
thro' the body, and made his escape; the alarm of murder being given,
the constable seized lord Mohun, who upon hearing that Hill had escaped
expressed great satisfaction, and said he did not care if he were hanged
for him: When the evidences were examined at Hicks's-Hall, one Mr.
Bencroft, who attended Mr. Mountford, swore that Mr. Mountford declared
to him as a dying man, that while he was talking to lord Mohun, Hill
struck him, with his left hand, and with his right hand run him thro'
the body, before he had time to draw his sword.

Thus fell the unfortunate Mountford by the hand of an assassin, without
having given him any provocation; save that which his own jealousy had
raised, and which could not reasonably be imputed to Mountford as a
crime.

Lord Mohun, as we have already observed, was tried, and acquitted by
his peers; as it did not appear, that he immediately assisted Hill, in
perpetrating the murder, or that they had concerted it before; for tho'
they were heard to vow revenge against Mountford, the word murther was
never mentioned. It seems abundantly clear, that lord Mohun, however,
if not active, was yet accessary to the murther; and had his crime been
high treason, half the evidence which appeared against him, might have
been sufficient to cost him his head. This nobleman himself was killed
at last in a duel with the duke of Hamilton.[1]

Mr. Mountford, besides his extraordinary talents as an actor, is author
of the following dramatic pieces.

1. The Injured Lovers, or the Ambitious Father, a Tragedy, acted at the
Theatre-Royal 1688, dedicated to James earl of Arran, son to the duke of
Hamilton.

2. The Successful Strangers, a Tragi-Comedy, acted at the Theatre-Royal
1690; dedicated to lord Wharton. The plot is taken from the Rival
Brothers, in Scarron's Novels.

3. Greenwich-Park, a Comedy, acted at the Theatre-Royal 1691; dedicated
to Algernon earl of Essex.

Besides these, he turned the Life and Death of Dr. Faustus into a Farce,
with the Humours of Harlequin and Scaramouch, acted at the
queen's theatre in Dorset-Garden, and revived at the Theatre in
Lincoln's-Inn-Fields 1697.

Mr. Mountford has written many Prologues and Epilogues, scattered in
Dryden's Miscellanies; and likewise several Songs. He seems to have had
a sprightly genius, and possessed a pleasing gaiety of humour.--He was
killed in the year 1692; and was buried in St. Clement Danes.


[Footnote 1: The foundation of the quarrel between lord Mohun and the
duke (however it might be improved by party suggestions) was a law suit
between these noblemen, on account of part of the earl of Macclesfield's
estate, which Mr. Savage would have been heir to, had not his mother, to
facilitate her designed divorce from that earl (with the pleasing view
of having her large fortune restored to her, and the no less pleasing
prospect of being freed from an uncomfortable husband) declared unhappy
Savage to be illegitimate, and natural son of the then earl Rivers. Of
this farther notice will be taken in Savage's Life.]

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THOMAS SHADWELL.

This celebrated poet laureat was descended of a very antient family in
Staffordshire; the eldest branch of which has enjoyed an estate there
of five-hundred pounds per ann. He was born about the year 1640, at
Stanton-Hall in Norfolk, a seat of his father's, and educated at Caius
College in Cambridge[1], where his father had been likewise bred; and
then placed in the middle Temple, to study the law; where having
spent some time, he travelled abroad. Upon his return home he became
acquainted with the most celebrated persons of wit, and distinguished
quality, in that age; which was so much addicted to poetry and polite
literature, that it was not easy for him, who had no doubt a native
relish for the same accomplishments, to abstain from these the
fashionable studies and amusements of those times. He applied himself
chiefly to the dramatic kind of writing, in which he had considerable
success. At the revolution, Mr. Dryden, who had so warmly espoused the
opposite interest, was dispossessed of his place of Poet Laureat, and
Mr. Shadwell succeeded him in it, which employment he possessed till his
death. Mr. Shadwell has been illustrious, for nothing so much as the
quarrel which subsisted between him and Dryden, who held him in the
greatest contempt. We cannot discover what was the cause of Mr.
Dryden's aversion to Shadwell, or how this quarrel began, unless it was
occasioned by the vacant Laurel being bellowed on Mr. Shadwell: But it
is certain, the former prosecuted his resentment severely, and, in
his Mac Flecknoe, has transmitted his antagonist to posterity in no
advantageous light. It is the nature of satire to be biting, but it
is not always its nature to be true: We cannot help thinking that Mr.
Dryden has treated Shadwell a little too unmercifully, and has
violated truth to make the satire more pungent. He says, in the piece
abovementioned,

  Others to some saint meaning make pretence,
  But Shadwell never deviates into sense.

Which is not strictly true. There are high authorities in favour of many
of his Comedies, and the best wits of the age gave their testimony for
them: They have in them fine strokes of humour, the characters are often
original, strongly mark'd, and well sustained; add to this, that he had
the greatest expedition in writing imaginable, and sometimes produced
a play in less than a month. Shadwell, as it appears from Rochester's
Session of the Poets, was a great favourite with Otway, and as they
lived, in intimacy together, it might perhaps be the occasion of
Dryden's expressing so much contempt for Otway; which his cooler
judgment could never have directed him to do.

Mr. Shadwell died the 19th of December 1692, in the fifty-second year
of his age, as we are informed by the inscription upon his monument in
Westminster Abbey; tho' there may be some mistake in that date; for it
is said in the title page of his funeral sermon preached by Dr. Nicholas
Brady, that he was interred at Chelsea, on the 24th of November, that
year. This sermon was published 1693, in quarto, and in it Dr. Brady
tells us, 'That our author was 'a man of great honesty and integrity,
an inviolable fidelity and strictness in his word, an unalterable
friendship wherever he professed it, and however the world maybe
mistaken in him, he had a much deeper sense of religion than many who
pretended more to it. His natural and acquired abilities, continues the
Dr. made him very amiable to all who knew and conversed with him, a very
few being equal in the becoming qualities, which adorn, and fit off a
complete gentleman; his very enemies, if he have now any left, will
give him this character, at least if they knew him so thoroughly as I
did.--His death seized him suddenly, but he could not be unprepared,
since to my certain knowledge he never took a dose of opium, but he
solemnly recommended himself to God by prayer.'

When some persons urged to the then lord chamberlain, that there were
authors who had better pretensions to the Laurel; his lordship replied,
'He did not pretend to say how great a poet Shadwell might be, but was
sure he was an honest man.'

Besides his dramatic works, he wrote several other pieces of poetry; the
chief of which are his congratulatory poem on the Prince of Orange's
coming to England; another on queen Mary; his translation of the 10th
Satire of Juvenal, &c. Shadwell in his Comedies imitated Ben Johnson,
and proposed him as his model of excellence, with what degree of success
we shall not take upon us to determine, but proceed to give an account
of his plays.

1. The Sullen Lovers, or the Impertinent, a Comedy; acted at the duke's
theatre, dedicated to William duke of Newcastle: the dedication is dated
September 1st, 1668.

2. The Humorist, a Comedy; acted by his royal highest servants,
dedicated to Margaret duchess of Newcastle.

3. The Royal Shepherdess, a Tragi-Comedy; acted by the duke of York's
servants, printed at London 1669, in quarto. This play was originally
written by Mr. Fountain of Devonshire, but altered throughout by Mr.
Shadwell.

4. The Virtuoso, a Comedy; acted at the duke's theatre, printed at
London 1676, in quarto, dedicated to the duke of Newcastle.

Mr. Langbaine observes, that no body will deny this play its due
applause; at least I know, says he, that the university of Oxford, who
may be allowed competent judges of comedy, especially such characters as
Sir Nicholas Gimcrack, and Sir Formal Trifle, applauded it. And as no
man ever undertook to discover the frailties of such pretenders to this
kind of knowledge before Mr. Shadwell, so none since Johnson's time,
ever drew so many different characters of humour, and with such success.

5. Pysche, a Tragedy; acted at the duke's theatre, printed in London
1675 in 4to, and dedicated to the duke of Monmouth. In the preface he
tell us, that this play was written in five weeks.

6. The Libertine, a Tragedy; acted by his royal highness's servants,
printed in London 1676, in quarto, and dedicated to the duke of
Newcastle. In the preface Mr. Shadwell observes, that the story from
which he took the hint of this play, is famous all over Spain, Italy,
and France. It was first used in a Spanish play, the Spaniards having a
tradition of such a vicious Spaniard, as is represented in this play;
from them the Italian comedians took it; the French borrowed it from
them, and four several plays have been made upon the story.

7. Epsom Wells, a comedy; acted at the duke's theatre; printed at London
1676, in 4to, and dedicated to the duke of Newcastle. Mr. Langbaine
says, that this is so diverting and so true a comedy, that even
foreigners, who are not in general kind to the wit of our nation, have
extremely commended it.

8. The History of Timon of Athens the Manhater; acted at the duke's
theatre, printed at London 1678, in 4to. In the dedication to George
duke of Buckingham he observes, that this play was originally
Shakespear's, who never made, says he, more masterly strokes than in
this; yet I can truly say, I have made it into a play.

9. The Miser, a Comedy; acted at the theatre royal, dedicated to
the earl of Dorset. In the preface our author observes, he took the
foundation of it from Moliere's L'Avare.

10. A true Widow, a Comedy; acted at the duke's theatre, printed in
1679, in 4to, dedicated to Sir Charles Sidley. The prologue was written
by Mr. Dryden; for at this time they lived in friendship.

11. The Lancashire Witches, and Teague O Divelly, the Irish priest, a
comedy; acted at the duke's theatre, printed at London 1682. Our author
has a long preface to this play, in which he vindicates his piece from
the charge of reflecting upon the church, and the sacred order. He
apologizes for the magical part, and observes, that he had no hopes of
equaling Shakespear in his fancy, who created his Witches for the most
part out of his imagination; in which faculty no man ever excelled led
him, and therefore, says he, I resolve to take mine from authority.

12. The Woman Captain, a Comedy; acted by his royal highness's servants.

13. The Squire of Alsatia, a Comedy; acted by his Majesty's servants,
printed at London 1688, in 4to. and dedicated to the earl of Dorset and
Middlesex.

14. Bury-Fair, a Comedy; acted by his Majesty's servants, printed
at London 1689 in 4to. and dedicated to the earl of Dorset. In the
dedication he observes, 'That this play was written during eight months
painful sickness, wherein all the several days in which he was able to
write any part of a scene amounted not to one month, except some few,
which were employed in indispensible business.'

15. Amorous Bigot, with the second part of Teague O Divelly, a Comedy,
acted by their Majesties servants, printed 1690 in 4to. dedicated to
Charles earl of Shrewsbury.

16. The Scowerers, a Comedy, acted by their Majesties servants, and
printed in 4to. 1690.

17. The Volunteers, or the Stock-Jobbers, a Comedy, acted by their
Majesties servants, dedicated to the Queen by Mrs. Anne Shadwell, our
author's widow.

In the epilogue the character of Mr. Shadwell, who was then dead, was
given in the following lines.

  Shadwell, the great support o'th'comic stage,
  Born to expose the follies of the age,
  To whip prevailing vices, and unite,
  Mirth with instruction, profit with delight;
  For large ideas, and a flowing pen,
  First of our times, and second but to Ben;
  Whose mighty genius, and discerning mind,
  Trac'd all the various humours of mankind;
  Dressing them up, with such successful care
  That ev'ry fop found his own picture there.
  And blush'd for shame, at the surprising skill,
  Which made his lov'd resemblance look so ill.
  Shadwell who all his lines from nature drew,
  Copy'd her out, and kept her still in view;
  Who never sunk in prose, nor soar'd in verse,
  So high as bombast, or so low as farce;
  Who ne'er was brib'd by title or estate
  To fawn or flatter with the rich or great;
  To let a gilded vice or folly pass,
  But always lash'd the villain and the ass.


[Footnote 1: General Dictionary. See the article Shadwell.]

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Sir WILLIAM KILLEGREW.

The eldest son of Sir Robert Killegrew, Knt. chamberlain to the Queen,
was born at the Manor of Hanworth, near Hampton-Court, in the month
of May, 1605. He became a gentleman commoner in St. John's College in
Midsummer term 1622; where continuing about three years he travelled
beyond seas, and after his return, was made governor of Pendennis
castle, and of Falmouth haven in Cornwall, with command of the militia
in the west part of that county. After this he was called to attend King
Charles I. as one of his gentlemen ushers of his privy chamber; in which
employment he continued till the breaking out of the great rebellion;
and had the command given him of one of the two great troops of horse
that guarded the King's person, during the whole course of the war
between his Majesty and his Parliament. Our author was in attendance
upon the King when the court resided at Oxford, and was created doctor
of the civil laws 1642;[1] and upon the ruin of the King's affairs, he
suffered for his attachment to him, and compounded with the republicans
for his estate.

Upon the restoration of King Charles II. he was the first of
his father's servants that he took any notice of, and made him
gentleman-usher of his privy chamber: the same place he enjoyed under
the deceased King. Upon Charles IId's marriage with Donna Catherina of
Portugal, he was created his Majesty's first vice chamberlain, in which
honourable station he continued twenty-two years.

His dramatic works are,

1. Orinasdes, or Love and friendship, a tragi-comedy.

2. Pandora, or the Converts, a Comedy.

3. Siege of Urbin, a Tragi-Comedy.

4. Selindra, a Tragi-Comedy.

All these plays were printed together in folio, Oxon 1666. There is
another play ascribed to our author, called the Imperial Tragedy,
printed in 1699; the chief part was taken out of a Latin play, and much
altered by him for his own diversion; tho' upon the importunity of his
friends, he was prevailed upon to publish it, but without his name.
The plot is founded upon the history of Zeno, the 12th emperor of
Constantinople after Constantine. Sir William Killegrew's plays have
been applauded by men very eminent in poetry, particularly Mr. Waller,
who addresses a copy of verses to him upon his altering Pandora from a
tragedy into a comedy, because not approved on the stage.

Sir William has also a little poem extant, which was set to music by Mr.
Henry Lawes, a man in the highest reputation of any of his profession in
his time. Mr. Wood says, that after our author had retired from court in
his declining age, he wrote

The Artless Midnight Thoughts of a Gentleman at Court; who for many
years built on sand, which every blast of cross fortune has defaced;
but now he has laid new foundations, on the rock of his salvation,
&c. London 1684. It is dedicated to King Charles II. and besides 233
thoughts in it, there are some small pieces of poetry.

Midnight and Daily thoughts in verse and prose, Lond. 1694, with
commendatory verses before it, by H. Briket. He died 1693, and was
buried in Westminster Abbey.


[Footnote 1: Wood, Athen. Oxon. vol. 2.]

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Sir ROBERT HOWARD.

This gentleman was a younger son of Thomas earl of Berkshire, by
Elizabeth his wife, one of the daughters and coheirs of William lord
Burghley, and received his education at Magdalen-college, Oxford, under
the tuition of Dr. E. Drope. During the civil wars, he suffered with the
rest of his family, who maintained their loyalty to the unfortunate King
Charles I. Upon the restoration, our author was made a knight, and was
chosen one of the burgesses for Stockbridge in Hampshire, to serve
in the Parliament which began at Westminster 8th of May 1661; he was
quickly preferred to the place of auditor of the Exchequer, then worth
some thousand pounds per annum, and was reckoned one of King Charles's
creatures, whom he advanced, on account of his faithful services in
cajoling the Parliament for Money.

In the year 1679 he was chosen burgess for Castle-rising in Norfolk,
to serve in that Parliament which began at Westminster on the 17th
of October 1680. When the revolution was effected, and King William
ascended the throne, he was elected burgess again for Castle-rising, to
fit in the Parliament which began the 22d of January 1688, was made one
of the privy council, about the 16th of February took the usual oaths,
and commenced from that moment a violent persecutor of the Non-jurors,
and disclaimed all manner of conversation and intercourse with any of
that character. He is said to have been a man extremely positive, and a
pretender to a more general understanding than he really possessed. His
obstinacy and pride procured him many enemies, amongst whom the duke of
Buckingham was the first; who intended to have exposed Sir Robert under
the name of Bilboa in the Rehearsal; but the plague which then prevailed
occasioned the theatres to be shut up, and the people of fashion to quit
the town. In this interval he altered his resolution, and levelled his
ridicule at a much greater name, under that of Bayes.

Thomas Shadwell the poet, tho' a man of the same principles with Sir
Robert, concerning the revolution and state matters, was yet so angry
with the knight for his supercilious domineering manner of behaving,
that he points him out under the name of Sir Positive At All, one of his
characters in the comedy called the Sullen Lovers, or the Impertinents;
and amongst the same persons is the lady Vain, a Courtezan, which the
wits then understood to be the mistress of Sir Robert Howard, whom he
afterwards thought proper to marry.

In February 1692, being then in the decline of life, he married one Mrs
Dives, maid of honour to the Queen. The merit of this author seems to
have been of a low rate, for very little is preserved concerning him,
and none of his works are now read; nor is he ever mentioned, but when
that circumstance of the duke of Buckingham's intending to ridicule him,
is talked of.

Had Sir Robert been a man of any parts, he had sufficient advantages
from his birth and fortune to have made a figure, but the highest
notice which he can claim in the republic of letters, is, that he was
brother-in-law to Dryden.

His works are,

Poems, containing a panegyric on the King, and songs and sonnets, Lond.
1660, and a panegyric on general Monk.

His plays are six in number, viz.

1. The Blind Lady, a Comedy.

2. The Committee, or the Faithful Irishman, a Comedy, printed folio,
London 1665. This comedy is often acted, and the success of it chiefly
depends upon the part of Teague being well performed.

3. The Great Favourite, or the Duke of Lerma, a Tragi-Comedy, acted at
the theatre-royal 1668. This play was criticised by Mr. Dryden.

4. The Indian Queen, a Tragedy.

5. Surprizal, a Tragi-comedy, acted at the theatre royal 1665.

6. The Vestal Virgin; or the Roman Ladies, a Tragedy, 1665. In his
prologue to this play, Sir Robert has the following couplet, meant as an
answer to Dryden's animadversions on the Duke of Lerma.

  This doth a wretched dearth of wit betray,
  When things of kind on one another prey.

He has written likewise,

The History of the Reigns of Edward and Richard II. with Reflections and
Characters on their chief ministers and favourites. As also a comparison
between these princes Edward and Richard II. with Edward I. and Edward
III. London printed 1690.

A Letter to Mr. Samuel Johnson, occasioned by a scurrilous pamphlet,
entitled, Animadversions on Mr. Johnson's Answer to Jovian, in three
Letters to a country friend, Lond. 1692. At the end of this letter is
reprinted the preface before the history of the reigns of Edward and
Richard II. before mentioned.

The History of Religion, Lond. 1694.

The 4th book of Virgil translated into English, which contains the loves
of Dido and Æneas, 1660.

Likewise P. Papinius Statius, his Achilles, in five books; to each of
which he has subjoined Annotations.

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RICHARD FLECKNOE

This poet lived in the reign of King Charles II. and is more remarkable
for having given name to a satire of Mr. Dryden's, than for all his own
works. He is said to have been originally a jesuit, and to have had
connexions in consequence thereof, with such persons of distinction in
London as were of the Roman Catholic persuasion, Langbaine says, his
acquaintance with the nobility was more than with the mules, and he had
a greater propensity to rhiming, than genius to poetry.

Tho' he wrote several plays, yet he never could obtain the favour to
have more than one of them acted.

His dramatic works are:

1. Damoiselles a-la-mode, a Comedy, printed 8vo, Lond. 1667, and
addressed to the duke and duchess of Newcastle. This comedy was designed
by the author to have been acted by his Majesty's servants, which they
thought proper however to refuse, we know not for what reason,--The poet
indeed has assigned one, whether true or false is immaterial; but it may
serve to shew his humour.

For the acting this comedy (says he) those who have the government of
the stage have their humours, and would be intreated; and I have mine,
and won't entreat them; and were all dramatic writers of my mind, they
should wear their old plays thread-bare, er'e they should have any new,
till they better understood their own interest, and how to distinguish
between good and bad.'

This anger of Mr. Flecknoe's at the players for refusing the piece,
bears some resemblance to that of Bayes, when the players went to dinner
without his leave. 'How! are the players gone to dinner? If they are
I will make them know what it is to injure a person who does them the
honour to write for them, and all that; a company of proud, conceited,
humorous, cross-grain'd persons, and all that; I'll make them the most
contemptible, despicable, inconsiderable persons, and all that; &c. &c.
&c.

2. Ermina, or the chaste lady; printed in octavo, London 1665.

3. Love's Dominion; a dramatic piece, which the author says, is full of
excellent morality; and is written as a pattern of the reformed stage,
printed in octavo, London 1654, and dedicated to the lady Elizabeth
Claypole. In this epistle the author insinuates the use of plays, and
begs her mediation to gain license to act them.

4. Love's Kingdom, a Tragi-Comedy; not as it was acted at the theatre
in Lincoln's-Inn; but as it was written and since corrected, printed
in octavo, London 1664, and dedicated to his excellency William lord
marquis of Newcastle. This is no more than the former play a little
alter'd, with a new title; and after the king's return, it seems the
poet obtained leave to have it acted, but it had the misfortune to be
damned by the audience, which Mr. Flecknoe stiles the people, and calls
them judges without judgment, for want of its being rightly represented
to them; he owns it wants much of the ornaments of the stage, but that,
he says, by a lively imagination may be easily supplied. 'To the same
purpose he speaks of his Damoiselles à la Mode:

That together with the persons represented, he had set down the
comedians he had designed should represent them; that the reader might
have half the pleasure of seeing it acted, and a lively imagination
might have the pleasure of it all entire.

5. The Marriage of Oceanus and Britannia, a Masque.

Our author's other works consist of Epigrams and Enigmas. There is a
book of his writing, called the Diarium, or the Journal; divided into
twelve jornadas, in burlesque verse.

Dryden, in two lines in his Mac Flecknoe, gives the character of our
author's works.

  In prose and verse was own'd without dispute,
  Thro' all the realms of nonsense absolute.

We cannot be certain in what year Mr. Flecknoe died: Dryden's satire
had perhaps rendered him so contemptible, that none gave themselves the
trouble to record any particulars of his life, or to take any notice of
his death.

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JOHN DRYDEN, Esq;

This illustrious Poet was son of Erasmus Dryden, of Tickermish in
Northamptonshire, and born at Aldwincle, near Oundle 1631[1], he had his
education in grammar learning, at Westminster-school, under the
famous Dr. Busby, and was from thence elected in 1650, a scholar of
Trinity-College in Cambridge.

We have no account of any extraordinary indications of genius given by
this great poet, while in his earlier days; and he is one instance how
little regard is to be paid to the figure a boy makes at school: Mr.
Dryden was turned of thirty before he introduced any play upon the
stage, and his first, called the Wild Gallants, met with a very
indifferent reception; so that if he had not been impelled by the force
of genius and propension, he had never again attempted the stage:
a circumstance which the lovers of dramatic poetry must ever have
regretted, as they would in this case have been deprived of one of the
greatest ornaments that ever adorned the profession.

The year before he left the university, he wrote a poem on the death of
lord Hastings, a performance, say some of his critics, very unworthy of
himself, and of the astonishing genius he afterwards discovered.

That Mr. Dryden had at this time no fixed principles, either in religion
or politics, is abundantly evident, from his heroic stanzas on Oliver
Cromwel, written after his funeral 1658; and immediately upon the
restoration he published Astræa Redux, a poem on the happy restoration
of Charles the IId; and the same year, his Panegyric to the king on his
coronation: In the former of these pieces, a remarkable distich has
expos'd our poet to the ridicule of the wits.

  An horrid stillness first invades the ear,
  And in that silence we the tempest hear.

Which it must be owned is downright nonsense, and a contradiction in
terms: Amongst others captain Radcliff has ridiculed this blunder in the
following lines of his News from Hell.

  Laureat who was both learn'd and florid,
  Was damn'd long since for silence horrid:
  Nor had there been such clutter made,
  But that his silence did invade.
  Invade, and so it might, that's clear;
  But what did it invade? An ear!

In 1662 he addressed a poem to the lord chancellor Hyde, presented on
new-year's-day; and the same year published a satire on the Dutch. His
next piece, was his Annus Mirabilis, or the Year of Wonders, 1668, an
historical poem, which celebrated the duke of York's victory over the
Dutch. In the same year Mr. Dryden succeeded Sir William Davenant as
Poet Laureat, and was also made historiographer to his majesty; and that
year published his Essay on Dramatic Poetry, addressed to Charles earl
of Dorset and Middlesex. Mr. Dryden tells his patron, that the writing
this Essay, served as an amusement to him in the country, when he was
driven from town by the violence of the plague, which then raged in
London; and he diverted himself with thinking on the theatres, as lovers
do by ruminating on their absent mistresses: He there justifies the
method of writing plays in verse, but confesses that he has quitted the
practice, because he found it troublesome and slow[2]. In the preface
we are informed that the drift of this discourse was to vindicate the
honour of the English writers from the censure of those who unjustly
prefer the French to them. Langbaine has injuriously treated Mr. Dryden,
on account of his dramatic performances, and charges him as a licentious
plagiary. The truth is, our author as a dramatist is less eminent than
in any other sphere of poetry; but, with all his faults, he is even in
that respect the most eminent of his time.

The critics have remarked, that as to tragedy, he seldom touches the
passions, but deals rather in pompous language, poetical flights, and
descriptions; and too frequently makes his characters speak better than
they have occasion, or ought to do, when their sphere in the drama is
considered: And it is peculiar to Dryden (says Mr. Addison) to make his
personages, as wise, witty, elegant and polite as himself. That he could
not so intimately affect the tender passions, is certain, for we find no
play of his, in which we are much disposed to weep; and we are so often
inchanted with beautiful descriptions, and noble flights of fancy, that
we forget the business of the play, and are only attentive to the poet,
while the characters sleep. Mr. Gildon observes in his laws of poetry,
that when it was recommended to Mr. Dryden to turn his thoughts to a
translation of Euripides, rather than of Homer, he confessed that he had
no relish for that poet, who was a great master of tragic simplicity.
Mr. Gildon, further observes, as a confirmation that Dryden's taste for
tragedy was not of the genuine sort, that he constantly expressed great
contempt for Otway, who is universally allowed to have succeeded very
happily in affecting the tender passions: Yet Mr. Dryden, in his preface
to the translation of M. Du Fresnoy, speaks more favourably of Otway;
and after mentioning these instances, Gildon ascribes this taste in
Dryden, to his having read many French Romances.--The truth is, if a
poet would affect the heart, he must not exceed nature too much, nor
colour too high; distressful circumstances, short speeches, and pathetic
observations never fail to move infinitely beyond the highest rant, or
long declamations in tragedy: The simplicity of the drama was Otway's
peculiar excellence; a living poet observes, that from Otway to our own
times,

  From bard to bard, the frigid caution crept,
  And declamation roar'd while passion slept.

Mr. Dryden seems to be sensible, that he was not born to write comedy;
for, says he, 'I want that gaiety of humour which is required in it;
my conversation is slow and dull, my humour saturnine and reserved. In
short, I am none of those who endeavour to break jests in company, and
make repartees; so that those who decry my comedies, do me no injury,
except it be in point of profit: Reputation in them is the last thing to
which I shall pretend[3].'

This ingenuous confession of inability, one would imagine were
sufficient to silence the clamour of the critics against Mr. Dryden
in that particular; but, however true it may be, that Dryden did not
succeed to any degree in comedy, I shall endeavour to support my
assertion, that in tragedy, with all his faults, he is still the most
excellent of his time. The end of tragedy is to instruct the mind, as
well as move the passions; and where there are no shining sentiments,
the mind may be affected, but not improved; and however prevalent the
passion of grief may be over the heart of man, it is certain that he may
feel distress in the acutest manner, and not be much the wiser for it.
The tragedies of Otway, Lee and Southern, are irresistibly moving, but
they convey not such grand sentiments, and their language is far from
being so poetical as Dryden's; now, if one dramatic poet writes to
move, and another to enchant and instruct, as instruction is of greater
consequence than being agitated, it follows naturally, that the latter
is the most excellent writer, and possesses the greatest genius.

But perhaps our poet would have wrote better in both kinds of the drama,
had not the necessity of his circumstances obliged him to comply with
the popular taste. He himself, in his dedication to the Spanish Fryar,
insinuates as much. 'I remember, says he, some verses of my own Maximin
and Almanzor, which cry vengeance upon me for their extravagance. All
that I can say for those passages, which are I hope not many, is, that
I knew they were bad when I wrote them. But I repent of them amongst my
sins, and if any of their fellows intrude by chance, into my present
writings, I draw a veil over all these Dalilahs of the theatre, and am
resolved, I will settle myself no reputation upon the applause of fools.
'Tis not that I am mortified to all ambition, but I scorn as much to
take it from half witted judges, as I should to raise an estate by
cheating of bubbles. Neither do I discommend the lofty stile in tragedy,
which is naturally pompous and magnificent; but nothing is truely
sublime that is not just and proper.' He says in another place, 'that
his Spanish Fryar was given to the people, and that he never wrote any
thing in the dramatic way, to please himself, but his All for Love.'

In 1671 Mr. Dryden was publicly ridiculed on the stage, in the duke of
Buckingham's comedy, culled the Rehearsal, under the character of Bays:
This character, we are informed, in the Key to the Rehearsal, was
originally intended for Sir Robert Howard, under the name of Bilboa;
but the representation being put a stop to, by the breaking out of the
plague, in 1665, it was laid by for several years, and not exhibited on
the stage till 1671, in which interval, Mr. Dryden being advanced to the
Laurel, the noble author changed the name of his poet, from Bilboa to
Bays, and made great alterations in his play, in order to ridicule
several dramatic performances, that appeared since the first writing it.
Those of Mr. Dryden, which fell under his grace's lash, were the Wild
Gallant, Tyrannic Love, the Conquest of Granada, Marriage A la-Mode, and
Love in a Nunnery: Whatever was extravagant, or too warmly expressed, or
any way unnatural, the author has ridiculed by parody.

Mr. Dryden affected to despise the satire levelled at him in the
Rehearsal, as appears from his dedication of the translation of Juvenal
and Persius where speaking of the many lampoons, and libels that had,
been written against him, he says, 'I answered not to the Rehearsal,
because I knew the author sat to himself when he drew the picture, and
was the very Bays of his own farce; because also I knew my betters were
more concerned than I was in that satire; and lastly, because Mr. Smith
and Mr. Johnson, the main pillars of it, were two such languishing
gentlemen in their conversation, that I could liken them to nothing but
their own relations, those noble characters of men of wit and pleasure
about town.'

In 1679 came out an Essay on Satire, said to be written jointly by Mr.
Dryden and the earl of Mulgrave; this piece, which was handed about in
manuscript, containing Reflexions on the Duchess of Portsmouth, and the
Earl of Rochester; who suspecting, as Wood says, Mr. Dryden to be the
author, hired three ruffians to cudgel him in Wills's coffee-house at
eight o'clock at night. This short anecdote, I think, cannot be told
without indignation. It proved Rochester was a malicious coward, and,
like other cowards, cruel and insolent; his foul was incapable of any
thing that approached towards generosity, and when his resentment was
heated, he pursued revenge, and retained the most lasting hatred; he had
always entertained a prejudice against Dryden, from no other motive than
envy, Dryden's plays met with success, and this was enough to fire the
resentment of Rochester, who was naturally envious. In order to hurt the
character, and shake the interest of this noble poet, he recommended
Crown, an obscure man, to write a Masque for the court, which was
Dryden's province, as poet-laureat, to perform. Crown in this succeeded,
but soon after, when his play called the Conquest of Jerusalem met with
such extravagant applause, Rochester, jealous of his new favourite, not
only abandoned him, but commenced from that moment his enemy.

The other person against whom this satire was levelled, was not superior
in virtue to the former, and all the nation over, two better subjects
for satire could not have been found, than lord Rochester, and the
duchess of Portsmouth. As for Rochester, he had not genius enough to
enter the lists with Dryden, so he fell upon another method of revenge;
and meanly hired bravoes to assault him.

In 1680 came out a translation of Ovid's Epistles in English verse, by
several hands, two of which were translated by Mr. Dryden, who also
wrote the preface. In the year following our author published Absalom
and Achitophel. It was first printed without his name, and is a severe
satire against the contrivers and abettors of the opposition against
King Charles II. In the same year that Absalom and Achitophel was
published, the Medal, a Satire, was likewise given to the public. This
piece is aimed against sedition, and was occasioned by the striking of a
medal, on account of the indictment against the earl of Shaftsbury for
high treason being found ignoramus by the grand jury, at the Old Bailey,
November 1681: For which the Whig party made great rejoicings by ringing
of bells, bonfires, &c. in all parts of London. The poem is introduced
with a very satirical epistle to the Whigs, in which the author says,
'I have one favour to desire you at parting, that when you think of
answering this poem, you would employ the same pens against it, who have
combated with so much success against Absalom and Achitophel, for then
you may assure yourselves of a clear victory without the least reply.
Rail at me abundantly, and not break a custom to do it with wit. By this
method you will gain a considerable point, which is wholly to wave the
answer of my arguments. If God has not blessed you with the talent of
rhiming, make use of my poor stock and welcome; let your verses run upon
my feet, and for the utmost refuge of notorious blockheads, reduced to
the last extremity of sense, turn my own lines against me, and in utter
despair of my own satire, make me satirize myself.' The whole poem is a
severe invective against the earl of Shaftsbury; who was uncle to that
earl who wrote the Characteristics. Mr. Elkanah Settle wrote an answer
to this poem, entitled the Medal Reversed. However contemptible Settle
was as a poet, yet such was the prevalence of parties at that time,
that, for some years, he was Dryden's rival on the stage. In 1682 came
out his Religio Laici, or a Layman's Faith; this piece is intended as a
defence of revealed religion, and the excellency and authority of the
scriptures, as the only rule of faith and manners, against Deists,
Papists, and Presbyterians. He acquaints us in the preface, that it
was written for an ingenious young gentleman, his friend; upon his
translation of Father Simons's Critical History of the Old Testament,
and that the stile of it was epistolary.

In 1684 he published a translation of M. Maimbourg's. History of the
League, in which he was employed by the command of King Charles II. on
account of the plain parallel between the troubles of France, and those
of Great Britain. Upon the death of Charles II. he wrote his Threnodia
Augustalis, a Poem, sacred to the happy memory of that Prince. Soon
after the accession of James II. our author turned Roman Catholic, and
by this extraordinary step drew upon himself abundance of ridicule from
wits of the opposite faction; and in 1689 he wrote a Defence of the
Papers, written by the late King of blessed memory, found in his
strong box. Mr. Dryden, in the abovementioned piece, takes occasion to
vindicate the authority of the Catholic Church, in decreeing matters of
faith, upon this principle, that the church is more visible than the
scriptures, because the scriptures are seen by the church, and to
abuse the reformation in England, which he affirms was erected on
the foundation of lust, sacrilege, and usurpation. Dr. Stillingfleet
hereupon answered Mr. Dryden, and treated him with some severity.
Another author affirms, that Mr. Dryden's tract is very light, in some
places ridiculous; and observes, that his talent lay towards controversy
no more in prose, than, by the Hind and Panther, it appeared to do in
verse. This poem of the Hind and Panther is a direct defence of the
Romish Church, in a dialogue between a Hind, which represents the Church
of Rome, and a Panther, which supports the character of the Church of
England. The first part of this poem consists most in general characters
and narration, which, says he, 'I have endeavoured to raise, and give it
the majestic turn of heroic poetry. The second being matter of dispute,
and chiefly concerning church authority, I was obliged to make as plain
and perspicuous as possibly I could, yet not wholly neglecting the
numbers, though I had not frequent occasion for the magnificence of
verse. The third, which has more of the nature of domestic conversation,
is, or ought to be, more free and familiar than the two former. There
are in it two episodes or fables, which are interwoven with the main
design, so that they are properly parts of it, though they are also
distinct stories of themselves. In both of these I have made use of the
common places of satire, whether true or false, which are urged by the
members of the one church against the other.'

Mr. Dryden speaks of his own conversion in the following terms;

  But, gracious God, how well dost thou provide,
  For erring judgments, an unerring guide.
  Thy throne is darkness, in th' abyss of light,
  A blaze of glory that forbids the sight.
  O teach me to believe thee, thus concealed,
  And search no further than thyself revealed;
  But her alone for my director take,
  Whom thou hast promis'd never to forsake!
  My thoughtless youth was wing'd with vain desires;
  My manhood, long misled by wand'ring fires,
  Follow'd false lights; and when their glimpse was gone,
  My pride struck out new sparkles of her own.
  Such was I, such by nature still I am,
  Be thine the glory, and be mine the shame,
  Good life be now my talk, my doubts are done.[4]

This poem was attacked by Mr. Charles Montague, afterwards Earl of
Hallifax, and Mr. Matthew Prior, who joined in writing the Hind and
Panther, transversed to the Country Mouse, and City Mouse, Lond. 1678,
4to. In the preface to which, the author observes, 'that Mr. Dryden's
poem naturally falls into ridicule, and that in this burlesque, nothing
is represented monstrous and unnatural, that is not equally so in the
original.' They afterwards remark, that they have this comfort under the
severity of Mr. Dryden's satire, to see his abilities equally lessened
with his opinion of them, and that he could not be a fit champion
against the Panther till he had laid aside his judgment.

Mr. Dryden is supposed to have been engaged in translating M. Varillas's
History of Heresies, but to have dropped that design. This we learn from
a passage in Burnet's reflexions on the ninth book of the first volume
of M. Varillas's History, being a reply to his answer.

I shall here give the picture the Dr. has drawn of this noble poet,
which is, like a great many of the doctor's other characters, rather
exhibited to please himself than according to the true resemblance.

The doctor says, 'I have been informed from England, that a gentleman
who is famous both for poetry, and several other things, has spent
three months in translating Mr. Varillas's history; but as soon as my
reflexions appeared, he discontinued his labours, finding the credit of
his author being gone. Now if he thinks it is recovered by his answer,
he will, perhaps, go on with his translation; but this may be, for ought
I know, as good an entertainment for him, as the conversation he has set
on foot between the Hinds and Panthers, and all the rest of the animals;
for whom M. Varillas may serve well enough as an author; and this
history and that poem are such extraordinary things of their kind, that
it will be but suitable to see the author of the worst poem become the
translator of the worst history, that the age has produced. If his grace
and his wit improve so proportionably, we shall hardly find, that he has
gained much by the change he has made, from having no religion, to chuse
one of the worst. It is true he had somewhat to sink from in matter of
wit, but as for his morals, it is scarce possible for him to grow a
worse man than he was. He has lately wreaked his malice on me for
spoiling his three months labour; but in it he has done me all the
honour a man can receive from him, which is to be railed at by him. If I
had ill-nature enough to prompt me to wish a very bad wish for him, it
should be that he would go and finish his translation. By that it will
appear whether the English nation, which is the most competent judge of
this matter, has upon seeing this debate, pronounced in M. Varillas's
favour or me. It is true, Mr. Dryden will suffer a little by it; but at
least it will serve to keep him in from other extravagancies; and if he
gains little honour by this work, yet he cannot lose so much by it, as
he has done by his last employment.'

When the revolution was compleated, Mr. Dryden having turned Papist,
became disqualified for holding his place, and was accordingly
dispossessed of it; and it was conferred on a man to whom he had a
confirmed aversion; in consequence whereof he wrote a satire against
him, called Mac Flecknoe, which is one of the severest and best; written
satires in our language.

Mr. Richard Flecknoe, the new laureat, with whose name it is inscribed,
was a very indifferent poet of those times; or rather as Mr. Dryden
expresses it, and as we have already quoted in Flecknoe's life.

  In prose and verse was own'd without dispute,
  Thro' all the realms of nonsense absolute.

This poem furnished the hint to Mr. Pope to write his Dunciad; and it
must be owned the latter has been more happy in the execution of his
design, as having more leisure for the performance; but in Dryden's Mac
Flecknoe there are some lines so extremely pungent, that I am not quite
certain if Pope has any where exceeded them.

In the year wherein he was deprived of the laurel, he published the life
of St. Francis Xavier, translated from the French of father Dominic
Bouchours. In 1693 came out a translation of Juvenal and Persius; in
which the first, third, sixth, tenth, and fifteenth satires of Juvenal,
and Persius entire, were done by Mr. Dryden, who prefixed a long and
ingenious discourse, by way of dedication, to the earl of Dorset. In
this address our author takes occasion a while to drop his reflexions
on Juvenal; and to lay before his lordship a plan for an epic poem: he
observes, that his genius never much inclined him to the stage; and that
he wrote for it rather from necessity than inclination. He complains,
that his circumstances are such as not to suffer him to pursue the bent
of his own genius, and then lays down a plan upon which an epic poem
might be written: to which, says he, I am more inclined. Whether the
plan proposed is faulty or no, we are not at present to consider; one
thing is certain, a man of Mr. Dryden's genius would have covered by the
rapidity of the action, the art of the design, and the beauty of the
poetry, whatever might have been defective in the plan, and produced a
work which have been the boast of the nation.

We cannot help regretting on this occasion, that Dryden's fortune was
not easy enough to enable him, with convenience and leisure, to pursue
a work that might have proved an honour to himself, and reflected a
portion thereof on all, who should have appeared his encouragers on this
occasion.

In 1695 Mr. Dryden published a translation in prose of Du Fresnoy's Art
of Painting, with a preface containing a parallel between painting and
poetry. Mr. Pope has addressed a copy of verses to Mr. Jervas in praise
of Dryden's translation. In 1697 his translation of Virgil's works came
out. This translation has passed thro' many editions, and of all the
attempts which have been made to render Virgil into English. The
critics, I think, have allowed that Dryden[5] best succeeded:
notwithstanding as he himself says, when he began it, he was past the
grand climacteric! so little influence it seems, age had over him, that
he retained his judgment and fire in full force to the last. Mr. Pope in
his preface to Homer says, if Dryden had lived to finish what he began
of Homer, he, (Mr. Pope) would not have attempted it after him,
'No more, says he, than I would his Virgil, his version of whom
(notwithstanding some human errors) is the most noble and spirited
translation I know in any language.'

Dr. Trap charges Mr. Dryden with grossly mistaking his author's sense in
many places; with adding or retrenching as his turn is best served with
either; and with being least a translator where he shines most as a
poet; whereas it is a just rule laid down by lord Roscommon, that a
translator in regard to his author should

  "Fall as he falls, and as he rises rise"

Mr. Dryden, he tells us, frequently acts the very reverse of this
precept, of which he produces some instances; and remarks in general,
that the first six books of the Æneis, which are the best and most
perfect in the original, are the least so in the translation. Dr. Trap's
remarks may possibly be true; but in this he is an instance how easy it
is to discover faults in other men's works, and how difficult to avoid
them in our own.

Dr. Trap's translation is close, and conveys the author's meaning
literally, so consequently may be fitter for a school-boy, but men of
riper judgment, and superior taste, will hardly approve it; if Dryden's
is the most spirited of any translation, Trap's is the dullest that ever
was written; which proves that none but a good poet is fit to translate
the works of a good poet.

Besides the original pieces and translations hitherto mentioned, Mr.
Dryden wrote many others, published in six volumes of Miscellanies, and
in other collections. They consist of translations from the Greek and
Latin poets, Epistles to several persons, prologues, and epilogues to
several plays, elegies, epitaphs, and songs. His last work was his
Fables, ancient and modern, translated into verse from Homer, Ovid,
Boccace, and Chaucer. To this work, which is perhaps, one of his most
imperfect, is prefixed by way of preface, a critical account of the
authors, from whom the fables are translated. Among the original pieces,
the Ode to St. Cecilia's day is justly esteemed one of the most elevated
in any language. It is impossible for a poet to read this without being
filled with that sort of enthusiasm which is peculiar to the inspired
tribe, and which Dryden largely felt when he composed it. The turn
of the verse is noble, the transitions surprizing, the language and
sentiments just, natural, and heightened. We cannot be too lavish in
praise of this Ode: had Dryden never wrote any thing besides, his name
had been immortal. Mr. Pope has the following beautiful lines in its
praise.[6]

  Hear how Timotheus varied lays surprize,
  And bid alternate passions fall and rise!
  While, at each change, the son of Lybian Jove
  Now burns with glory, and then melts with love:
  Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow;
  Now sighs steal out, and tears begin to flow;
  Persians and Greeks like turns of nature found,
  And the world's victor flood subdued by sound:
  The power of music all our hearts allow;
  And what Timotheus was, is Dryden now.

As to our author's performances in prose, besides his Dedications and
Prefaces, and controversial Writings, they consist of the Lives of
Plutarch and Lucian, prefixed to the Translation of those Authors, by
several Hands; the Life of Polybius; before the Translation of that
Historian by Sir Henry Sheers, and the Preface to the Dialogue
concerning Women, by William Walsh, Esquire.

Before we give an account of the dramatic works of Dryden, it will be
proper here to insert a story concerning him, from the life of Congreve
by Charles Wilson esquire, which that gentleman received from the lady
whom Mr. Dryden celebrates by the name of Corinna, of whom it appears he
was very fond; and who had the relation from lady Chudleigh. Dryden with
all his undemanding was weak enough to be fond of Judicial Astrology,
and used to calculate the nativity of his children. When his lady was in
labour with his son Charles, he being told it was decent to withdraw,
laid his watch on the table, begging one of the ladies then present, in
a most solemn manner, to take exact notice of the very minute the child
was born, which she did, and acquainted him with it. About a week after,
when his lady was pretty well recovered, Mr. Dryden took occasion
to tell her that he had been calculating the child's nativity, and
observed, with grief, that he was born in an evil hour, for Jupiter,
Venus, and the sun, were all under the earth, and the lord of his
ascendant afflicted with a hateful square of Mars and Saturn. If he
lives to arrive at his 8th year (says he) 'he will go near to die a
violent death on his very birth-day, but if he should escape, as I see
but small hopes, he will in the 23d year be under the very same evil
direction, and if he should escape that also, the 33d or 34th year is, I
fear'--here he was interrupted by the immoderate grief of his lady, who
could no longer hear calamity prophecy'd to befall her son. The time at
last came, and August was the inauspicious month in which young Dryden
was to enter into the eighth year of his age. The court being in
progress, and Mr. Dryden at leisure, he was invited to the country seat
of the earl of Berkshire, his brother-in-law, to keep the long vacation
with him in Charlton in Wilts; his lady was invited to her uncle
Mordaunt's, to pass the remainder of the summer. When they came to
divide the children, lady Elizabeth would have him take John, and suffer
her to take Charles; but Mr. Dryden was too absolute, and they parted in
anger; he took Charles with him, and she was obliged to be content
with John. When the fatal day came, the anxiety of the lady's spirits
occasioned such an effervescence of blood, as threw her into, so violent
a fever, that her life was despaired of, till a letter came from Mr.
Dryden, reproving her for her womanish credulity, and assuring her,
that her child was well, which recovered her spirits, and in six weeks
after she received an ecclaircissement-of the whole affair. Mr. Dryden,
either thro' fear of being reckoned superstitious, or thinking it a
science beneath his study, was extremely cautious of letting any one
know that he was a dealer in Astrology; therefore could not excuse his
absence, on his son's anniversary, from a general hunting match lord
Berkshire had made, to which all the adjacent gentlemen, were invited.
When he went out, he took care to set the boy a double exercise in the
Latin tongue, which he taught his children himself, with a strict charge
not to stir out of the room till his return; well knowing the task he
had set him would take up longer time. Charles was performing his duty,
in obedience to his father, but as ill fate would have it, the stag
made towards the house; and the noise alarming the servants, they hasted
out to, see the sport. One of them took young Dryden by the hand, and
led him out to see it also, when just as they came to the gate, the stag
being at bay with the dogs, made a bold push and leaped over the court
wall, which was very low, and very old; and the dogs following, threw
down a part of the wall ten yards in length, under which Charles Dryden
lay buried. He was immediately dug out, and after six weeks languishing
in a dangerous way he recovered; so far Dryden's prediction was
fulfilled: In the twenty-third year of his age, Charles fell from the
top of an old tower belonging to the Vatican at Rome, occasioned by a
swimming in his head, with which he was seized, the heat of the day
being excessive. He again recovered, but was ever after in a languishing
sickly state. In the thirty-third year of his age, being returned to
England, he was unhappily drowned at Windsor. He had with another
gentleman swam twice over the Thames; but returning a third time, it was
supposed he was taken with the cramp, because he called out for help,
tho' too late. Thus the father's calculation proved but too prophetical.

Mr. Dryden died the first of May 1701, and was interred in Westminster
Abby. On the 19th of April he had been very bad with the gout, and
erisipelas in one leg; but he was then somewhat recovered, and designed
to go abroad; on the Friday following he eat a partridge for his supper,
and going to take a turn in the little garden behind his house in
Gerard-street, he was seized with a violent pain under the ball of the
great toe of his right foot; that, unable to stand, he cried out
for help, and was carried in by his servants, when upon sending for
surgeons, they found a small black spot in the place affected; he
submitted to their present applications, and when gone called his
son Charles to him, using these words. 'I know this black spot is a
mortification: I know also, that it will seize my head, and that they
will attempt to cut off my leg; but I command you my son, by your filial
duty, that you do not suffer me to be dismembered:' As he foretold,
the event proved, and his son was too dutiful to disobey his father's
commands.

On the Wednesday morning following, he breathed his last, under the most
excruciating pains, in the 69th year of his age; and left behind him the
lady Elizabeth, his wife, and three sons. Lady Elizabeth survived him
eight years, four of which she was a lunatic; being deprived of her
senses by a nervous fever in 1704.

John, another of his sons, died of a fever at Rome; and Charles as has
been observed, was drowned in the Thames; there is no account when, or
at what place Harry his third son died.

Charles Dryden, who was some time usher to pope Clement II. was a young
gentleman of a very promising genius; and in the affair of his father's
funeral, which I am about to relate, shewed himself a man of spirit and
resolution.[7]

The day after Mr. Dryden's death, the dean of Westminster sent word to
Mr. Dryden's widow, that he would make a present of the ground, and all
other Abbey-fees for the funeral: The lord Halifax likewise sent to
the lady Elizabeth, and to Mr. Charles Dryden, offering to defray the
expences of our poet's funeral, and afterwards to bestow 500 l. on a
monument in the Abbey: which generous offer was accepted. Accordingly,
on Sunday following, the company being assembled, the corpse was put
into a velvet hearse, attended by eighteen mourning coaches. When they
were just ready to move, lord Jefferys, son of lord chancellor Jeffreys,
a name dedicated to infamy, with some of his rakish companions riding
by, asked whose funeral it was; and being told it was Mr. Dryden's, he
protested he should not be buried in that private manner, that he
would himself, with the lady Elizabeth's leave, have the honour of the
interment, and would bestow a thousand pounds on a monument in the Abbey
for him. This put a stop to their procession; and the lord Jefferys,
with several of the gentlemen, who had alighted from their coaches, went
up stairs to the lady, who was sick in bed. His lordship repeated the
purport of what he had said below; but the lady Elizabeth refusing her
consent, he fell on his knees, vowing never to rise till his request
was granted. The lady under a sudden surprise fainted away, and lord
Jeffery's pretending to have obtained her consent, ordered the body to
be carried to Mr. Russel's an undertaker in Cheapside, and to be left
there till further orders. In the mean time the Abbey was lighted up,
the ground opened, the choir attending, and the bishop waiting some
hours to no purpose for the corpse. The next day Mr. Charles Dryden
waited on my lord Halifax, and the bishop; and endeavoured to excuse his
mother, by relating the truth. Three days after the undertaker having
received no orders, waited on the lord Jefferys; who pretended it was a
drunken frolic, that he remembered nothing of the matter, and he might
do what he pleased with the body. Upon this, the undertaker waited on
the lady Elizabeth, who desired a day's respite, which was granted. Mr.
Charles Dryden immediately wrote to the lord Jefferys, who returned for
answer, that he knew nothing of the matter, and would be troubled no
more about it. Mr. Dryden hereupon applied again to the lord Halifax,
and the bishop of Rochester, who absolutely refused to do any thing in
the affair.

In this distress, Dr. Garth, who had been Mr. Dryden's intimate friend,
sent for the corpse to the college of physicians, and proposed a
subscription; which succeeding, about three weeks after Mr. Dryden's
decease, Dr. Garth pronounced a fine latin oration over the body, which
was conveyed from the college, attended by a numerous train of coaches
to Westminster-Abbey, but in very great disorder. At last the corpse
arrived at the Abbey, which was all unlighted. No organ played, no
anthem sung; only two of the singing boys preceded the corpse, who sung
an ode of Horace, with each a small candle in their hand. When the
funeral was over, Mr. Charles Dryden sent a challenge to lord Jefferys,
who refusing to answer it, he sent several others, and went often
himself; but could neither get a letter delivered, nor admittance to
speak to him; which so incensed him, that finding his lordship refused
to answer him like a gentleman, he resolved to watch an opportunity,
and brave him to fight, though with all the rules of honour; which
his lordship hearing, quitted the town, and Mr. Charles never had an
opportunity to meet him, though he sought it to his death, with the
utmost application.

Mr. Dryden had no monument erected to him for several years; to which
Mr. Pope alludes in his epitaph intended for Mr. Rowe, in this line.

  Beneath a rude and nameless stone he lies.

In a note upon which we are informed, that the tomb of Mr. Dryden was
erected upon this hint, by Sheffield duke of Buckingham, to which was
originally intended this epitaph.

  This Sheffield raised.--The sacred dust below,
  Was Dryden once; the rest who does not know.

Which was since changed into the plain inscription now upon it, viz.

  J. DRYDEN,
  Natus Aug. 9. 1631.
  Mortus Maii 1. 1701.
  Johannes Sheffield, Dux Buckinghamienfis secit.

The character of Mr. Dryden has been drawn by various hands; some have
done it in a favourable, others in an opposite manner. The bishop of
Sarum in the history of his own times, says, that the stage was defiled
beyond all example. 'Dryden, the great master of dramatic poetry, being
a monster of immodesty and impurities of all sorts.'[8] The late lord
Lansdown took upon himself to vindicate Mr. Dryden's character from this
severe imputation; which was again answered, and apologies for it, by
Mr. Burnet, the bishop's son. But not to dwell on these controversies
about his character, let us hear what Mr. Congreve says in the
dedication of Dryden's works to the duke of Newcastle: Congreve knew him
intimately, and as he could have no motive to deceive the world in that
particular; and being a man of untainted morals, none can suspect his
authority; and by his account we shall see, that Dryden was indeed as
amiable in private life, as a Man, as he was illustrious in the eye of
the public, as a Poet.

Mr. Dryden (says Congreve) 'had personal qualities, to challenge love
and esteem from all who were truly acquainted with him. He was of a
nature exceeding humane and compassionate, easily forgiving injuries,
and capable of a prompt and sincere reconciliation with those who had
offended him.--His friendship, where he professed it, went much beyond
his professions.--As his reading had been very extensive, so was he very
happy in a memory, tenacious of every thing he had read. He was not more
possessed of knowledge, than he was communicative of it; but then,
his communication of it was by no means pedantic, or imposed upon the
conversation, but just such, and went so far, as by the natural turns of
the discourse in which he was engaged, it was necessarily prompted, or
required. He was extremely ready and gentle in the correction of the
errors of any writer, who thought fit to consult him, and full as ready
and patient to admit of the reprehension of others in respect of his
own oversight or mistakes. He was of a very easy, I may say, of very
pleasing access; but something slow, and as it were dissident in his
advances to others. He had something in his nature that abhorred
intrusion in any society whatsoever; and indeed, it is to be regretted,
that he was rather blameable on the other extreme. He was of all men I
ever knew, the most modest, and the most easy to be discountenanced
in his approaches, either to his superiors or his equals.--As to his
writings--may venture to say in general terms, that no man hath written
in our language so much, and so various matter; and in so various
manners so well. Another thing I may say, was very peculiar to him,
which is, that his parts did not decline with his years, but that he was
an improving writer to the last, even to near 70 years of age, improving
even in fire and imagination as well as in judgment, witness his Ode
on St. Cecilia's Day, and his fables, his latest performances. He was
equally excellent in verse and prose: His prose had all the clearness
imaginable, without deviating to the language or diction of poetry, and
I have heard him frequently own with pleasure, that if he had any talent
for writing prose; it was owing to his frequently having read the
writings of the great archbishop Tillotson. In his poems, his diction
is, wherever his subject requires it, so sublime and so truly poetical,
that it's essence, like that of pure gold cannot be destroyed. Take his
verses, and divest them of their rhimes, disjoint them of their numbers,
transpose their expressions, make what arrangement or disposition you
please in his words; yet shall there eternally be poetry, and something
which will be found incapable of being reduced to absolute prose; what
he has done in any one species, or distinct kind of writing, would
have been sufficient to have acquired him a very great name. If he had
written nothing but his Prefaces, or nothing but his Songs, or his
Prologues, each of them would have entitled him to the preference and
distinction of excelling in its kind.'

Besides Mr. Dryden's numerous other performances, we find him the author
of twenty-seven dramatic pieces, of which the following is an account.

1. The Wild Gallant, a Comedy, acted at the theatre-royal, and printed
in 4to, Lond. 1699.

2. The Indian Emperor; or the Conquest of Mexico by the Spaniards, acted
with great applause, and written in verse.

3. An Evening's Love; or the Mock Astrologer, a Comedy, acted at the
theatre-royal, and printed in 4to. 1671. It is for the most part taken
from Corneille's Feint Astrologue, Moliere's Depit Amoreux, and Precieux
Ridicules.

4. Marriage A-la-mode, a Comedy, acted at the theatre-royal, and printed
in 4to. 1673, dedicated to the earl of Rochester.

5. Araboyna, a Tragedy, acted at the theatre-royal, and printed in 4to
1673. It is dedicated to the lord Clifford of Chudleigh. The plot of
this play is chiefly founded in history, giving an account of the
cruelty of the Dutch towards our countrymen at Amboyna, A.D. 1618.

6. The Mistaken Husband, a Comedy, acted at the theatre-royal, and
printed in 4to. 1675. Mr. Langbaine tells us, Mr. Dryden was not the
author of this play, tho' it was adopted by him as an orphan, which
might well deserve the charity of a scene he bestowed on it. It is
in the nature of low comedy, or farce, and written on the model of
Plautus's Menæchmi.

7. Aurenge-zebe; or the Great Mogul, a Tragedy, dedicated to the earl
of Mulgrave, acted 1676. The story is related at large in Taverner's
voyages to the Indies, vol. i. part 2. This play is written in heroic
verse.

8. The Tempest; or the inchanted Island, a Comedy, acted at the duke of
York's theatre, and printed in 4to. 1676. This is only an alteration
of Shakespear's Tempest, by Sir William Davenant and Dryden. The new
characters in it were chiefly the invention and writing of Sir William,
as acknowledged by Mr. Dryden in his preface.

9. Feigned Innocence; or Sir Martin Mar-all, a Comedy, acted at the duke
of York's theatre, and printed in 4to. 1678. The foundation of this
is originally French, the greatest part of the plot and some of the
language being taken from Moliere's Eteurdi.

10. The Assignation; or Love in a Nunnery, a Comedy, acted at the
theatre-royal, and printed in 4to. 1678, addressed to Sir Charles
Sedley. This play, Mr. Langbain tells us, was damned on the stage, or as
the author expresses it in the epistle dedicatory, succeeded ill in the
representation; but whether the fault was in the play itself, or in
the lameness of the action, or in the numbers of its enemies, who came
resolved to damn it for the title, he will not pretend any more than the
author to determine.

11. The State of Innocence; or the Fall of Man, an Opera, written in
heroic verse, and printed in 4to. 1678. It is dedicated to her royal
highness the duchess of York, on whom the author passes the following
extravagant compliment.

'Your person is so admirable, that it can scarce receive any addition
when it shall be glorified; and your soul which shines thro' it, finds
it of a substance so near her own, that she will be pleased to pass an
age within it, and to be confined to such a palace.'

To this piece is prefixed an apology for heroic poetry, and poetic
licence. The subject is taken from Milton's Paradise Lost, of which it
must be acknowledged, it is a poor imitation.

12. The Conquest of Granada by the Spaniards, in two parts, two
Tragi-Comedies, acted at the theatre-royal, and printed 1678. These two
plays are dedicated to the duke of York, and were received on the stage
with great applause. The story is to be found in Mariana's history of
Spain, B. 25. chap. 18.

These plays are written in rhime. To the first is prefixed an essay on
heroic plays, and to the second an essay on the dramatic poetry of the
last age.

13. All for Love, or the World well Lost, a Tragedy, acted at the
theatre-royal, and printed in quarto, 1678. It is dedicated to the earl
of Danby.

This is the only play of Mr. Dryden's which he says ever pleased
himself; and he tells us, that he prefers the scene between Anthony and
Ventidius in the first act, to any thing he had written in this kind.
It is full of fine sentiments, and the most poetical and beautiful
descriptions of any of his plays: the description of Cleopatra in her
barge, exceeds any thing in poetry, except Shakespear's, and his own St.
Cecilia.

14. Tyrannic Love; or the Royal Martyr, a Tragedy, acted at the
theatre-royal 1679. It is written in rhime, and dedicated to the duke of
Monmouth.

15. Troilus and Cressida; or Truth found too late; a Tragedy, acted at
the duke's theatre, and printed in 4to. 1679. It is dedicated to the
earl of Sunderland, and has a preface prefixed concerning grounds
of criticism in tragedy. This play was originally Shakespear's, and
revised, and altered by Mr. Dryden, who added several new scenes.--The
plot taken from Chaucer's Troilus and Cressida, which that poet
translated from the original story written in Latin verse, by Lollius, a
Lombard.

17. Secret Love; or the Maiden Queen, a Tragi-Comedy, acted at the
theatre-royal, and printed in 4to, 1697. The serious part of the plot is
founded on the history of Cleobuline, Queen of Corinth.

18. The Rival Ladies, a Tragi-Comedy, acted at the theatre-royal 1679.
It is dedicated to the earl of Orrery. The dedication is in the nature
of a preface, in defence of English verse or rhime.

19. The Kind Keeper; or Mr. Limberham, a Comedy, acted at the duke's
theatre, printed in 4to. 1680. It is dedicated to John lord Vaughan. Mr.
Langbain says, it so much exposed the keepers about town, that all the
old letchers were up in arms against it, and damned it the third night.

20. The Spanish Fryar; or the Double Discovery, a Tragi Comedy, acted
at the duke's theatre, and printed 1681. It is dedicated to John lord
Haughton. This is one of Mr. Dryden's best plays, and still keeps
possession of the stage. It is said, that he was afterwards so much
concerned for having ridiculed the character of the Fryar, that it
impaired his health: what effect bigotry, or the influence of priests,
might have on him, on this occasion, we leave others to determine.

21. Duke of Guise, a Tragedy, acted 1688. It was written by Dryden and
Lee, and dedicated to Hyde earl of Rochester. This play gave great
offence to the Whigs, and engaged several writers for and against it.

22. Albion and Albanius, an Opera, performed at the Queen's theatre in
Dorset-Gardens, and printed in folio 1685. The subject of it is wholly
allegorical, and intended to expose my lord Shaftfbury and his party.

23. Don Sebastian King of Portugal, a Tragedy, acted 1690, dedicated to
the earl of Leicester.

24. King Arthur; or the British worthy, a Tragedy, acted 1691, dedicated
to the marquis of Hallifax.

25. Amphytrion; or the two Socias, a Comedy, acted 1691, dedicated to
Sir Leveson Gower, taken from Plautus and Moliere.

26. Cleomenes, the Spartan Hero, a Tragedy, acted at the theatre-royal,
and printed in 4to. 1692, dedicated to the earl of Rochester. There is
prefixed to it the Life of Cleomenes, translated from Plutarch by Mr.
Creech. This play was first prohibited by the lord Chamberlain, but
upon examination being found innocent of any design to satirize the
government, it was suffered to be represented, and had great success.
In the preface, the author tells us, that a foolish objection had been
raised against him by the sparks, for Cleomenes not accepting the
favours of Cassandra. 'They (says he) would not have refused a fair
lady; I grant they would not, but let them grant me, that they are no
heroes.'

27. Love Triumphant; or Nature will prevail, a Tragi-comedy, acted 1694.
It is dedicated to the earl of Shaftsbury, and is the last Mr. Dryden
wrote, or intended for the theatre. It met with but indifferent success,
tho' in many parts the genius of that great man breaks out, especially
in the discovery of Alphonfo's successful love, and in the catastrophe,
which is extremely effecting.

  In Obitum JOHAN. DRYDENI,
  poetarum Anglorum facilé principis.

  Pindarus Anglorum magnus, cujusque senilem
  Ornavit nuper frontem Parnissia laurus,
  Sive cothurnatum molitur musa laborem,
  Sive levem ludit foccum, seu grande Maronis
  Immortalis epos tentat, seu carmine pingit
  Mordaci mores homitium, nunc occidit, eheu!
  Occidit, atque tulit secum Permessidos undas;
  Et fontem exhausit totum Drydenius Heros.

  Heu! miserande senex! jam frigida tempora
  circùm
  Marcessit laurus, musæ, mæstissima turba!
  Circumstant, largoque humeclant imbre cadaver;
  Sheffeildum video, in lacrymis multoque dolore
  Formosum, ætatis Flaccum, vatisque patronum;
  Te Montacute, te, cujus musa triumphos
  Carmine Boynæos cucinit, magnumque Wilhelmum
  Æternavit, et olim Boynam, ignobile flumen;
  Teque, O! et legum et musarum gloria! et alter
  Mæcenas; cui lingua olim facunda labantem
  Defendit mitræ causam; nee teruit aula
  Prava jubens--vos, O jam tanguni funera vatis!

  Jamque dies aderat, magnâ stipante catervâ,
  Quo Phoebea cohors facras comitatur ad urnam
  Reliquias, et supremum pia solvit honorem;
  Jamque graves planctus, jamque illaetabile murmur
  Audio Melpomenis latè, dum noster Apollo
  Flebilis ante omnes, Sacvillus, tristia ducit
  Agmina Pieridum, Cytharamqueaccommodatodæ;
  Ipse ego, dum totidem comitentur funera musæ,
  Ipse sequor mæstus; bustum venerabile fletu
  Carminibufque struam multis, animumque poetæ
  His faltem donis cumulabo, et fungar inani
  Munere.----

  At te musa mori vetat, O post sata, vel ipsa
  Marmora, cum annorum fuerint rubigine scabra;
  Major eris vivo; tibi scripta perennius ære
  Aut faxo, condent monumentum illustre per orbem,
  Secula cuncta legant, et te mirentur in illis.

JOHAN. PHILIPS,

1700. Ætat. 24. Interioris templi alumnus.

The above were thrown in Dryden's grave. We are assured they were never
in print before.


[Footnote 1: Athen. Oxon.]

[Footnote 2: He might have added, 'twas unnatural.]

[Footnote 3: Defence, or the Essay on Dramatic Poetry.]

[Footnote 4: Original Poems.]

[Footnote 5: This was written before Mr. Dodsley's edition of Virgil in
English appeared.]

[Footnote 6: Essay on Criticism.]

[Footnote 7: Life of Congreve.]

[Footnote 8: In Millar's edition of the bishop's work, we have the
following note upon this passage. 'This (says the editor) must be
understood of his performances for the stage; for as to his personal
character, there was nothing remarkably vicious in it: but his plays
are, some of them, the fullest of obscenity of any now extant.']

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Sir CHARLES SEDLEY, Bart.

This gentleman, who obtained a great name in the world of gallantry, was
son of Sir John Sedley, of Aylesford in Kent. When our author was about
the age of 17, he became a fellow of Wadham college 1656, but he took no
degree. When he quitted the university, he retired into his own country,
and neither went to travel nor to the inns of court. As soon as the
restoration was effected, Sir Charles came to London, in order to join
in the general jubilee, and then commenced wit, courtier, poet, and
gallant.

He was so much applauded in all conversations that he began to be the
oracle of the poets; and it was by his judgment every performance was
approved or condemned; which made the King jest with him, and tell
him, that nature had given him a patent to be Apollo's viceroy. Lord
Rochester bears testimony to this, when he puts him foremost among the
judges of poetry.

  I loath the rabble, tis enough for me,
  If Sedley, Shadwell, Shepherd, Wycherly,
  Godolphin, Butler, Buckhurst, Buckingham,
  And some few more, whom I omit to name,
  Approve my sense, I count their censure same.

It happened by Sir Charles, in respect of the king, as is said of the
famous cardinal Richlieu, viz. That they who recommended him to the
Royal savour, thereby supplanted themselves, and afterwards envied him;
but with this difference between the Cardinal and Sir Charles, that the
latter was never ungrateful. When he had a taste of the court, as the
King never would part with him, so he never would part from the King;
and yet two things proved particularly detrimental to him in it, first
his estate, so far from being improved was diminished; and secondly his
morals were debauched. The King delighted in his conversation, and he
was the dearer to his Majesty on this account, that he never asked a
favour; whereas some other courtiers by their bold importunity exhausted
that prince's treasures, who could not deny a man who craved, tho' he
hated his forwardness; nor could remember the silent indigence of his
friend, tho' he applauded the modesty of it. He was deeply immersed in
the public distractions of the times, and is said to have committed many
debaucheries, of which the following instance has been recorded.

In the month of June 1663 our author, Charles lord Buckhurst, and
Sir Thomas Ogle, were convened at a public house in Bow-street,
Covent-Garden, and being enflamed with strong liquors, they went up to
the balcony belonging to that house, and there shewed very indecent
postures, and gave great offence to the passengers in the street by very
unmannerly discharges upon them; which done, Sedley stripped himself
naked, and preached to the people in a gross and scandalous manner;
whereupon a riot being raised, the mob became very clamorous, and would
have forced the door next to the street; but being opposed, the preacher
and his company were driven off the balcony, and the windows of a room
into which they retired were broken by the mob. The frolic being soon
spread abroad, and as persons of fashion were concerned in it, it was so
much the more aggravated. The company were summoned to appear before a
court of justice in Westminster-Hall, where being indicted for a riot
before Sir Robert Hyde, lord chief justice of the Common Pleas, they
were all fined, and Sir Charles being sentenced to pay 500 l. he used
some very impertinent expressions to the judge; who thereupon asked him
if he had ever read a book called the Compleat Gentleman; to which Sir
Charles made answer, that he had read more books than his lordship.

The day for payment being appointed, Sir Charles desired Mr. Henry
Killegrew, and another gentleman to apply to his Majesty to have the
fine remitted, which they undertook to do; but in place of supplicating
for it, they represented Sir Charles's frolic rather in an aggravating
light, and not a farthing was abated.

After this affair, Sir Charles's mind took a more serious turn, and he
began to apply himself to the study of politics, by which he might be of
some service to his country. He was chosen, says Wood, a recruiter of
that long parliament, which began at Westminster the 8th of May 1661,
to serve for New Romney in Kent, and sat in three succeeding Parliments
since the dissolution of that.

Sir Charles, considered as an author, has great delicacy in his turns,
and Eachard observes in his dedication of Plautus's three comedies to
Sir Charles, that the easiness of his stile, the politeness of his
expressions in his Bellamira, and even those parts of it which are
purely translation, are very delightful, and engaging to the reader.

Lord Rochester, in his imitation of the 10th satire of the first book of
Horace, has the following verses in his commendation.

  Sedley has that prevailing gentle art,
  That can with a resistless charm impart.
  The loosest wishes to the chastest heart:
  Raise such a conflict, kindle such a fire,
  Betwixt declining virtue and desire;
  That the poor vanquish'd maid dissolves away
  In dreams all night, in sighs and tears all day.

Before we give an account of our author's works, it will not be amiss to
observe, that he was extremely active in effecting the revolution, which
was thought the more extraordinary, as he had received favours from King
James II. That Prince, it seems, had fallen in love with a daughter of
Sir Charles's, who was not very handsome; for James was remarkable for
dedicating his affections to women who were not great beauties; in
consequence of his intrigue with her, and in order to give her greater
lustre in life, he created Miss Sedley countess of Dorchester. This
honour, so far from pleasing, greatly shocked Sir Charles. However
libertine himself had been, yet he could not bear the thoughts of his
daughter's dishonour; and with regard to this her exaltation, he only
considered it as rendering her more conspicuously infamous. He therefore
conceived a hatred to James, and readily joined to dispossess him of his
throne and dominions.

Being asked one day, why he appeared so warm against the King, who had
created his daughter a Countess? It is from a principle of gratitude
I am so warm, returns Sir Charles; for since his Majesty has made
my daughter a Countess, it is fit I should do all I can to make his
daughter a Queen.

Our author's works are,

1. The Mulberry Garden, a Comedy, acted by his Majesty's servants at the
theatre-royal 1668, dedicated to the duchess of Richmond and Lennox.

2. Anthony and Cleopatra, a Tragedy, acted at the Duke of York's theatre
1667. This play was acted with great applause. The Story from Plutarch's
Life of Anthony.

3. Bellamira; or the Mistress, a Comedy, acted by his Majesty's
servants, 1687. It is taken from Terence's Eunuch. While this play was
acting, the roof of the play-house fell down, but very few were hurt,
except the author: whose merry friend Sir Fleetwood Shepherd told him,
that there was so much fire in the play, that it blew up the poet, house
and all: Sir Charles answered, No, the play was so heavy it brought down
the house, and buried the poet in his own rubbish.

4. Beauty the Conqueror; or the Death of Mark Anthony, a Tragedy.

Besides these plays, Mr. Coxeter says, he is author of the two
following, which were never printed till with his works in 2 vols. 8vo.
1719, dedicated by Briscoe the bookseller to the duke of Chandois.

The Grumbler, a Comedy of three acts, scene Paris.

The Tyrant King of Crete, a Tragedy.

Sedley's poems, however amorously tender and delicate, yet have not much
strength; nor do they afford great marks of genius. The softness of his
verses is denominated by the Duke of Buckingham, Sedley's Witchcraft. It
was an art too successful in those days to propagate the immoralities
of the times, but it must be owned that in point of chastity he excels
Dorset, and Rochester; who as they conceived lewdly, wrote in plain
English, and did not give themselves any trouble to wrap up their
ribbaldry in a dress tollerably decent. But if Sedley was the more
chaste, I know not if he was the less pernicious writer: for that
pill which is gilded will be swallowed more readily, and with less
reluctance, than if tendered in its own disgustful colours. Sedley
insinuates gently into the heart, without giving any alarm, but is no
less fraught with poison, than are those whose deformity bespeaks their
mischief.

It would be tedious to enumerate here all the poems of Sir Charles
Sedley; let it suffice to say, that they are printed in two small
volumes along with his plays, and consist of translations of Virgil's
Pastorals, original Pastorals, Prologues, Songs, Epilogues, and little
occasional pieces.

We shall present the reader with an original pastoral of Sir Charles's,
as a specimen of his works.

He lived to the beginning of Queen Anne's reign, and died at an age near
90; his wit and humour continuing to the last.

A Pastoral Dialogue between THIRSIS and STREPHON.

  THIRSIS.

    Strephon, O Strephon, once the jolliest lad,
  That with shrill pipe did ever mountain glad;
  Whilome the foremost at our rural plays,
  The pride and envy of our holidays:
  Why dost thou sit now musing all alone,
  Teaching the turtles, yet a sadder moan?
  Swell'd with thy tears, why does the neighbouring brook
  Bear to the ocean, what she never took?
  Thy flocks are fair and fruitful, and no swain,
  Than thee, more welcome to the hill or plain.

STREPHON.

    I could invite the wolf, my cruel guest,
  And play unmov'd, while he on all should feast:
  I cou'd endure that very swain out-run,
  Out-threw, out-wrestled, and each nymph shou'd shun
  The hapless Strephon.----

  THIRSIS.

    Tell me then thy grief,
  And give it, in complaints, some short relief.

STREPHON.

    Had killing mildews nipt my rising corn,
  My lambs been all found dead, as soon as born;
  Or raging plagues run swift through every hive,
  And left not one industrious bee alive;
  Had early winds, with an hoarse winter's found
  Scattered my rip'ning fruit upon the ground:
  Unmov'd, untoucht, I cou'd the loss sustain,
  And a few days expir'd, no more complain.

THIRSIS.

    E'er the sun drank of the cold morning dew,
  I've known thee early the tuskt boar pursue:
  Then in the evening drive the bear away,
  And rescue from his jaws the trembling prey.
  But now thy flocks creep feebly through the fields,
  No purple grapes, thy half-drest vineyards yields:
  No primrose nor no violets grace thy beds,
  But thorns and thistles lift their prickly heads.
  What means this change?

STREPHON

                                                  Enquire no more;
  When none can heal, 'tis pain to search the sore;
  Bright Galatea, in whose matchless face
  Sat rural innocence, with heavenly grace;
  In whose no less inimitable mind,
  With equal light, even distant virtues shin'd;
  Chaste without pride, and charming without art,
  Honour the tyrant of her tender heart:
  Fair goddess of these fields, who for our sports,
  Though she might well become, neglected courts:
  Belov'd of all, and loving me alone,
  Is from my sight, I fear, for ever gone.

THIRSIS.

    Thy case indeed is pitiful, but yet
  Thou on thy loss too great a price dost set.
  Women like days are, Strephon, some be far
  More bright and glorious than others are:
  Yet none so gay, so temperate, so clear,
  But that the like adorn the rowling year,
  Pleasures imparted to a friend, increase,
  Perhaps divided sorrow may grow less.

STREPHON.

    Others as fair, to others eyes may seem,
  But she has all my love and my esteem:
  Her bright idea wanders in my thought,
  At once my poison, and my antidote.

THIRSIS.

    Our hearts are paper, beauty is the pen,
  Which writes our loves, and blots 'em out agen.
  Phillis is whiter than the rising swan,
  Her slender waist confin'd within a span:
  Charming as nature's face in the new spring,
  When early birds on the green branches sing.
  When rising herbs and buds begin to hide,
  Their naked mother, with their short-liv'd pride,
  Chloe is ripe, and as the autumn fair,
  When on the elm the purple grapes appear,
  When trees, hedge-rows, and every bending bush,
  With rip'ning fruit, or tasteful berries blush,
  Lydia is in the summer of her days,
  What wood can shade us from her piercing rays?
  Her even teeth, whiter than new yean'd lambs,
  When they with tender cries pursue their dams.
  Her eyes as charming as the evening sun,
  To the scorch'd labourer when his work is done,
  Whom the glad pipe, to rural sports invites,
  And pays his toil with innocent delights.
  On some of these fond swain fix thy desire,
  And burn not with imaginary fire.

STREPHON.

    The flag shall sooner with the eagle soar,
  Seas leave their fishes naked on the shore;
  The wolf shall sooner by the lamkin die,
  And from the kid the hungry lion fly,
  Than I abandon Galatea's love,
  Or her dear image from my thoughts remove.

THIRSIS.

    Damon this evening carries home his bride,
  In all the harmless pomp of rural pride:
  Where, for two spotted lambkins, newly yean'd,
  With nimble feet and voice, the nymphs contend:
  And for a coat, thy Galatea spun,
  The Shepherds wrestle, throw the bar, and run.

STREPHON.

    At that dear name I feel my heart rebound,
  Like the old steed, at the fierce trumpet's sound;
  I grow impatient of the least delay,
  No bastard swain shall bear the prize away.

THIRSIS.

    Let us make haste, already they are met;
  The echoing hills their joyful shouts repeat.

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JOHN CROWNE

Was the son of an independent minister, in that part of North America,
which is called Nova Scotia. The vivacity of his genius made him soon
grow impatient of the gloomy education he received in that country;
which he therefore quitted in order to seek his fortune in England; but
it was his fate, upon his first arrival here, to engage in an employment
more formal, if possible, than his American education. Mr. Dennis, in
his Letters, vol. i. p. 48, has given us the best account of this poet,
and upon his authority the above, and the succeeding circumstances are
related. His necessity, when he first arrived in England, was extremely
urgent, and he was obliged to become a gentleman usher to an old
independent lady; but he soon grew as weary of that precise office, as
he had done before of the discipline of Nova Scotia. One would imagine
that an education, such as this, would be but an indifferent preparative
for a man to become a polite author, but such is the irresistable
force of genius, that neither this, nor his poverty, which was very
deplorable, could suppress his ambition: aspiring to reputation, and
distinction, rather than to fortune and power. His writings soon made
him known to the court and town, yet it was neither to the savour of the
court, nor to that of the earl of Rochester, that he was indebted to the
nomination the king made of him, for the writing the Masque of Calypso,
but to the malice of that noble lord, who designed by that preference to
mortify Mr. Dryden.

Upon the breaking out of the two parties, after the pretended discovery
of the Popish plot, the favour he was in at court, and the gaiety of
his temper, which inclined him to join with the fashion, engaged him to
embrace the Tory party. About that time he wrote the City Politicks, in
order to satirize and expose the Whigs: a comedy not without wit and
spirit, and which has obtained the approbation of those of contrary
principles, which is the highest evidence of merit; but after it was
ready for the stage, he met with great embarrassments in getting it
acted. Bennet lord Arlington (who was then lord chamberlain, was
secretly in the cause of the Whigs, who were at that time potent in
Parliament, in order to support himself against the power of lord
treasurer Danby, who was his declared enemy) used all his authority
to suppress it. One while it was prohibited on account of its being
dangerous; another while it was laid aside upon pretence of its being
flat and insipid; till Mr. Crowne, at last, was forced to have recourse
to the King himself, and engage him to lay his absolute commands on
the lord chamberlain to have it no longer delayed. This command he was
pleased to give in his own person, for Charles II. loved comedy above
all other amusements, except one which was both more expensive, and
less innocent, and besides, had a very high opinion of Mr. Crowne's
abilities. While he was thus in favour with the King and court, Mr.
Dennis declares, he has more than once heard him say, that though he
had a sincere affection for the King, he had yet a mortal hatred to the
court. The promise of a sum of money made him sometimes appear there,
to sollicit the payment of it, but as soon as he received the sum, he
vanished, and for a long time never approached it.

It was at the latter end of King Charles's reign, that Mr. Crowne, tired
with the fatigue of writing, shocked with the uncertainty of theatrical
success, and desirous to shelter himself from the resentment of those
numerous enemies he had made, by his City Politics, immediately
addressed the King himself, and desired his Majesty to establish him
in some office, that might be a security to him for life: the King
answered, he should be provided for; but added, that he would first see
another comedy. Mr. Crowne endeavouring to excuse himself, by telling
the King he plotted slowly and awkwardly, his Majesty replied, that he
would help him to a plot, and so put in his hand the Spanish Comedy
called Non Poder Esser. Mr. Crowne was obliged immediately to go to
work upon it, but after he had written three acts of it, found, to his
surprize, that the Spanish play had some time before been translated,
and acted and damned, under the title of Tarugo's Wiles, or the
Coffee-House: yet, supported by the King's command, he went briskly on,
and finished it.

Mr. Crowne, who had once before obliged the commonwealth of taste, with
a very agreeable comedy in his City Politics, yet, in Sir Courtly Nice
went far beyond it, and very much surpassed himself; for though there is
something in the part of Crack, which borders upon farce, the Spanish
author alone must answer for that: for Mr. Crowne could not omit the
part of Crack, that is, of Tarugo, and the Spanish farce depending upon
it, without a downright affront to the King, who had given him the play
for his ground-work. All that is of English growth in Sir Courtly Nice
is admirable; for though it has neither the fine designing of Ben
Johnson, nor the masculine satire of Wycherley, nor the grace, delicacy,
and courtly air of Etherege, yet is the dialogue lively and spirited,
attractively diversified, and adapted to the several characters. Four
of these characters are entirely new, yet general and important, drawn
truly, and graphically and artfully opposed to each other, Surly to Sir
Courtly, and Hot-head to Testimony: those extremes of behaviour, the
one of which is the grievance, and the other the plague of society and
conversation; excessive ceremony on the one side, and on the other
rudeness, and brutality are finely exposed in Surly and Sir Courtly:
those divisions and animosities in the two great parties of England,
which have so long disturbed the public quiet, and undermined the
general interest, are happily represented and ridiculed in Testimony and
Hot-head. Mr. Dennis, speaking of this comedy, says, 'that though he
has more than twenty times read it, yet it still grows upon him, and he
delivers it as his opinion, that the greatest comic poet, who ever lived
in any age, might have been proud to have been the author of it.'

The play was now just ready to appear to the world. Every one that had
seen it rehearsed, was highly pleased with it. All who had heard of it
conceived great expectations, and Mr. Crowne was delighted with the
flattering hope of being made happy for the remaining part of his life,
by the performance of the King's promise: But upon the very last day of
the rehearsal, he met Underhill coming from the playhouse, as he himself
was going towards it, upon which the poet reprimanding the player for
neglecting so considerable a part as he had in the comedy, and on a day
of so much consequence, as the very last of the rehearsal. Oh Lord, says
Underhill, we are all undone! how! says Crowne, is the Playhouse on
fire? the whole nation, replies the player, will quickly be so, for
the King is dead; at the hearing of which dismal words, the author
was thrown almost into distraction; for he who the moment before was
ravished with the thought of the pleasure he was about to give the King,
and the favours which he was afterwards to receive from him, this moment
found, to his unspeakable sorrow, that his Royal patron was gone for
ever, and with him all his hopes. The King indeed revived from this
apoplectic fit, but three days after died, and Mr. Crowne by his death
was replunged into the deepest melancholly.

Thus far Mr. Dennis has traced the life of Crowne; in the same letter
he promises a further account of him upon another occasion, which, it
seems, never occurred, for we have not been able to find that he has any
where else mentioned our author.

The King's death having put a period to Mr. Crowne's expectations of
court-favour (for the reign of his successor was too much hurried with
party designs, to admit of any leisure to reward poetical merit, though
the Prince himself, with all his errors about him, was a man of taste,
and had a very quick discernment of the power of genius) he, no doubt,
had recourse to writing plays again for bread, and supporting himself
the best way he could by his wits, the most unpleasing, and precarious
manner of life, to which any man can be exposed. We cannot be absolutely
certain when Mr. Crowne died; Mr. Coxeter in his notes says, he was
alive in the year 1703, and as he must then have been much advanced in
years, in all probability he did not long survive it. He is the author
of 17 Plays.

1. Juliana, or the Princess of Poland, a Tragi-Comedy; acted at the duke
of York's theatre 1671, dedicated to the earl of Orrery.

2. Andromache, a Tragedy; acted at the duke's theatre in Covent Garden,
1675. This play was only a translation of M. Racine, by a young
gentleman, chiefly in prose, and published by Mr. Crown. It was brought
upon the stage, but without success.

3. Calisto, or the Chaste Nymph, a masque, 1675; written by command of
the queen, and oftentimes performed at court by persons of quality. It
is founded on a story in Ovid's Metamorphoses, lib. 2.

4. The Country Wit, a Comedy; acted at the duke's theatre 1675. This
play contains a good deal of low humour; and was approved by king
Charles the IId.

5. The Destruction of Jerusalem, by Titus Vespasian, in two parts, acted
1677; addressed to the duchess of Portsmouth. These Tragedies met with
extravagant applause, which excited the envy of lord Rochester so much,
that on this account he commenced an enemy to the bard he before had so
much befriended.

6. The Ambitious Statesman, or the Royal Favourite, a Tragedy; acted at
the theatre-royal 1679. This play had but indifferent success, though
esteemed by the author one of the best he ever wrote.

7. Charles the VIIIth King of France, or the Invasion of Naples by the
French; this play is written in heroic verse.

8. Henry the VIth, the first part, with the murther of Humphrey duke of
Gloucester; acted 1681, dedicated to Sir Charles Sedley. This play was
at first acted with applause; but at length, the Romish faction opposed
it, and by their interest at court got it suppressed. Part of this play
was borrowed from Shakespear's Henry the VIth.

9. Henry the VIth, the second part; or the Miseries of Civil War; a
Tragedy, acted 1680.

10. Thyestes, a Tragedy; acted at the theatre-royal 1681. The plot from
Seneca's Thyestes.

11. City Politics, a Comedy, 1683; of this already we have given some
account.

12. Sir Courtly Nice, or It Cannot be; dedicated to the duke of Ormond,
of which we have given an account in the author's life.

13. Darius King of Persia, a Tragedy; acted in 1688. For the plot, see
Quint. Curt. lib. 3, 4, and 5.

14. The English Fryar, or the Town Sparks, a Comedy; printed in quarto
1690, dedicated to William earl of Devonshire. This play had not the
success of the other pieces of the same author.

15. Regulus, a Tragedy; acted at the theatre-royal 1694. The design of
this play is noble; the example of Regulus being the most celebrated
for honour, and constancy of any of the Romans. There is a play of
this name, written by Mr. Havard, a comedian now belonging to the
theatre-royal in Drury-lane.

16. The Married Beaux, or the Curious Impertinent, a Comedy; acted at
the theatre-royal, 1694, dedicated to the marquis of Normanby. To this
play the author has prefixed a preface in vindication of himself, from
the aspersions cast on him by some persons, as to his morals. The story
is taken from Don Quixot.

17. Caligula, Emperor of Rome, a Tragedy; acted at the theatre-royal,
1698.

Our author's other works are, Pandion and Amphigenia, or the coy Lady of
Thessalia; adorned with sculptures, printed in octavo, 1665.

Dæneids, or the noble Labours of the great Dean of Notre-Dame in Paris,
for the erecting in his choir, a Throne for his Glory; and the eclipsing
the pride of an imperious usurping Chanter, an heroic poem, in four
Canto's; printed in quarto 1692. It is a burlesque Poem, and is chiefly
taken from Boileau's Lutrin.

We shall shew Mr. Crown's versification, by quoting a speech which he
puts into the mouth of an Angel, in the Destruction of Jerusalem. The
Angel is represented as descending over the altar prophesying the fall
of that august city.

  Stay, stay, your flight, fond men, Heaven does despise
  All your vain incense, prayers, and sacrifice.
  Now is arriv'd Jerusalem's fatal hour,
  When she and sacrifice must be no more:
  Long against Heav'n had'st thou, rebellious town,
  Thy public trumpets of defiance blown;
  Didst open wars against thy Lord maintain,
  And all his messengers of peace have slain:
  And now the hour of his revenge is come,
  Thy weeks are finish'd, and thy slumb'ring doom,
  Which long has laid in the divine decree,
  Is now arous'd from his dull lethargy;
  His army's rais'd, and his commission seal'd,
  His order's given, and cannot be repeal'd:
  And now thy people, temple, altars all
  Must in one total dissolution fall.
  Heav'n will in sad procession walk the round,
  And level all thy buildings with the ground.
  And from the soil enrich'd with human blood,
  Shall grass spring up, where palaces have stood,
  Where beasts shall seed; and a revenge obtain
  For all the thousands at thy altars slain.
  And this once blessed house, where Angels came
  To bathe their airy wings in holy flame,
  Like a swift vision or a flash of light,
  All wrapt in fire shall vanish in thy sight;
  And thrown aside amongst the common store,
  Sink down in time's abyss, and rise no more.

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CHARLES SACKVILLE, Earl of DORSET,

Eldest son of Richard earl of Dorset, born the 24th of January 1637, was
one of the most accomplished gentlemen of the age in which he lived,
which was esteemed one of the most courtly ever known in our nation;
when, as Pope expresses it,

  The soldiers ap'd the gallantries of France,
  And ev'ry flow'ry courtier writ romance.

Immediately after the restoration, he was chosen member of parliament
for East-Grimstead, and distinguished himself while he was in the
House of Commons. The sprightliness of his wit, and a most exceeding
good-nature, recommended him very early to the favour of Charles the
IId, and those of the greatest distinction in the court; but his mind
being more turned to books, and polite conversation, than public
business, he totally declined the latter, tho' as bishop Burnet[1] says,
the king courted him as a favorite. Prior in his dedication of his
poems, observes, that when the honour and safety of his country demanded
his assistance, he readily entered into the most active parts of life;
and underwent the dangers with a constancy of mind, which shewed he had
not only read the rules of philosophy, but understood the practice of
them. He went a volunteer under his royal highness the duke of York in
the first Dutch war, 1665, when the Dutch admiral Opdam was blown up,
and about thirty capital ships taken and destroyed; and his composing
a song before the engagement, carried with it in the opinion of many
people to sedate a presence of mind, and such unusual gallantry, that it
has been much celebrated.

This Song, upon so memorable an occasion, is comprised in the following
stanzas.

  I.

  To all you ladies, now at land,
       We men at sea indite,
  But first would have you understand,
    How hard it is to write;
  The Muses now, and Neptune too,
    We must implore to write to you,
                                  With a fa, la, la, la, la.

  II.

  For tho' the Muses should prove kind,
    And fill our empty brain;
  Yet if rough Neptune rouze the wind,
    To wave the azure main,
  Our paper, pen and ink, and we,
    Roll up and down our ships at sea,
                                                   With a la fa, &c.
  III.

  Then if we write not, by each post,
    Think not, we are unkind;
  Nor yet conclude our ships are lost,
    By Dutchmen or by wind:
  Our tears, we'll send a speedier way,
    The tide shall waft them twice a day.
                                                  With a fa, &c.

  IV.

  The king with wonder, and surprize,
    Will swear the seas grow bold;
  Because the tides will higher rise,
    Then e'er they did of old:
  But let him knew it is our tears,
    Bring floods of grief to Whitehall-Stairs.
                                                  With a fa, &c.

  V.

  Should foggy Opdam chance to know;
    Our sad and dismal story;
  The Dutch would scorn so weak a foe,
    And quit their fort at Goree:
  For what resistance can they find,
    From men who've left their hearts behind.
                                                   With a fa, &c.

  VI.

  Let wind, and weather do its worst,
    Be you to us but kind;
  Let Dutchmen vapour, Spaniards curse,
    No sorrow we shall find;
  'Tis then no matter, how things go,
    Or who's our friend, or who's our foe.
                                                  With a fa, &c.

  VII.

  To pass our tedious hours away,
    We throw a merry main;
  Or else at serious Ombre play;
    But why should we in vain
  Each other's ruin thus pursue?
    We were undone, when we left you.
                                                 With a fa, &c.

  VIII.

  But now our fears tempestuous grow,
    And cast our hopes away;
  Whilst you, regardless of our woe,
    Sit carelessly at play;
  Perhaps permit some happier man,
    To kiss your hand, or flirt your fan.
                                               With a fa, &c.

  IX.

  When any mournful tune, you hear,
    That dies in every note;
  And if it sigh'd with each man's care,
    For being so remote;
  Think then, how often love we've made
    To you, when all those tunes were play'd.
                                               With a fa, &c.

  X.

  In justice, you cannot refuse,
    To think of our distress;
  When we for hopes of honour lose,
    Our certain happiness;
  All those designs are but to prove,
    Ourselves more worthy of your love.
                                             With a fa, &c.

  XI.

  And, now we've told you all our loves,
    And likewise all our fears;
  In hopes this declaration moves,
    Some pity for our tears:
  Let's hear of no inconstancy,
    We have too much of that at sea.
                                            With a fa, &c.

To maintain an evenness of temper in the time of danger, is certainly
the highest mark of heroism; but some of the graver cast have been apt
to say, this sedate composure somewhat differs from that levity of
disposition, or frolic humour, that inclines a man to write a song.
But, let us consider my lord's fervour of youth, his gaiety of mind,
supported by strong spirits, flowing from an honest heart, and, I
believe, we shall rather be disposed to admire, than censure him on this
occasion. Remember too, he was only a volunteer. The conduct of the
battle depended not on him. He had only to shew his intrepidity and
diligence, in executing the orders of his commander, when called on; as
he had no plans of operation to take up his thoughts why not write a
song? there was neither indecency, nor immorality in it: I doubt not,
but with that chearfulness of mind he composed himself to rest, with as
right feelings, and as proper an address to his maker, as any one of a
more melancholly disposition, or gloomy aspect.

Most commanders, in the day of battle, assume at least a brilliancy of
countenance, that may encourage their soldiers; and they are admired
for it: to smile at terror has, before this, been allowed the mark of a
hero. The dying Socrates discoursed his friends with great composure; he
was a philosopher of a grave cast: Sir Thomas Moore (old enough to be
my lord's father) jok'd, even on the scaffold; a strong instance of his
heroism, and no contradiction to the rectitude of his mind. The verses
the Emperor Adrian wrought on his death-bed (call them a song if you
will) have been admired, and approved, by several great men; Mr. Pope
has not only given his opinion in their favour, but elegantly translated
them, nay, thought them worthy an imitation, perhaps exceeding the
original. If this behaviour of my lord's is liable to different
constructions, let good nature, and good manners, incline us to bestow
the most favourable thereon.

After his fatigues at sea, during the remainder of the reign of Charles
the IId, he continued to live in honourable leisure. He was of the
bed-chamber to the king, and possessed not only his master's favour, but
in a great degree his familiarity, never leaving the court but when he
was sent to that of France, upon some short commission, and embassies of
compliment; as if the king designed to rival the French in the
article of politeness, who had long claimed a superiority in that
accomplishment, by shewing them that one of the most finished gentlemen
in Europe was his subject; and that he understood his worth so well,
as not to suffer him to be long out of his presence. Among other
commissions he was sent in the year 1669, to compliment the French king
on his arrival at Dunkirk, in return of the compliment of that monarch,
by the duchess of Orleans, then in England.

Being possessed of the estate of his uncle the earl of Middlesex, who
died in the year 1674, he was created earl of that county, and baron of
Cranfield, by letters patent, dated the fourth of April, 1675. 27 C. II;
and in August 1677 succeeded his father as earl of Dorset; as also, in
the post of lord lieutenant of the county of Sussex, having been joined
in the commission with him in 1670[2]. Also the 20th of February 1684 he
was made custos rotulorum for that county.

Having buried his first lady, Elizabeth, daughter of Harvey Bagot, of
Whitehall in the county of Warwick, Esq; widow of Charles Berkley, earl
of Falmouth, without any issue by her, he married, in the year 1684, the
lady Mary, daughter of James Compton, earl of Northampton, famed for her
beauty, and admirable endowments of mind, who was one of the ladies of
the bed-chamber to Queen Mary, and left his lordship again a widower,
August 6, 1691, leaving issue by him one son, his grace Lionel now duke
of Dorset, and a daughter, the lady Mary, married in the year 1702 to
Henry Somerset duke of Beaufort, and dying in child-bed, left no issue.

The earl of Dorset appeared in court at the trial of the seven bishops,
accompanied with other noblemen, which had a good effect on the jury,
and brought the judges to a better temper than they had usually shewn.
He also engaged with those who were in the prince of Orange's interest;
and carried on his part of that enterprize in London, under the eye of
the court, with the same courage and resolution as his friend the duke
of Devonshire did in open arms, at Nottingham. When prince George of
Denmark deserted King James, and joined the prince of Orange, the
princess Anne was in violent apprehensions of the King's displeasure,
and being desirous of withdrawing herself, lord Dorset was thought the
properest guide for her necessary flight[3]. She was secretly brought
to him by his lady's uncle, the bishop of London: who furnished the
princess with every thing necessary for her flight to the Prince of
Orange, and attended her northward, as far as Northampton, where he
quickly brought a body of horse to serve for her guard, and went from
thence to Nottingham, to confer with the duke of Devonshire. After
the misguided monarch had withdrawn himself, lord Dorset continued
at London, and was one of those peers who sat every day in the
Council-chamber, and took upon them the government of the realm, in this
extremity, till some other power should be introduced. In the debates in
Parliament immediately after this confusion, his lordship voted for the
vacancy of the throne, and that the prince and princess of Orange should
be declared King and Queen of England, &c. When their Majesties had
accepted the crown of these realms, his lordship was the next day sworn
of the privy-council, and declared lord chamberlain of the household,
'A place, says Prior, which he eminently adorned by the grace of his
person, the fineness of his breeding, and the knowledge and practice of
what was decent and magnificent.' It appears by the history of England,
that he had the honour to stand godfather, with King William to a son of
the prince and princess of Denmark, born at Hampton-court, the 24th of
July 1689, and christened the 27th by the name of William, whom his
Majesty declared duke of Gloucester. When the King had been earnestly
entreated by the States of Holland, and the confederate princes in
Germany, to meet at a general congress to be held at the Hague, in
order to concert matters for the better support of the confederacy, and
thereupon took shipping the 16th of January 1692, his lordship was
among the peers, who to honour their King and Country, waited on their
sovereign in that cold season. When they were two or three leagues off
Goree, his Majesty having by bad weather been four days at sea, was so
impatient to go on shore, that taking boat, and a thick fog rising soon
after, they were surrounded so closely with ice, as not to be able
either to make the shore, or get back to the ship; so that lying
twenty-two hours, enduring the most bitter cold, and almost despairing
of life, they could hardly stand or speak at their landing; and his
lordship was so lame, that for some time he did not recover; yet on
his return to England, he neither complained of the accident nor the
expence.

On the 2d of February 1691, at a chapter of the most noble order of the
garter, held at Kensington, his lordship was elected one of the knights
companions of this order, with his highness John-George, the fourth
elector of Saxony, and was installed at Windsor on the February
following. He was constituted four times one of the regents of the
kingdom in his Majesty's absence. About the year 1698, his health
sensibly declining, he left public business to those who more delighted
in it, and appeared only sometimes at council, to shew his respect to
the commission which he bore, for he had already tasted all the comfort
which court favour could bestow; he had been high in office, respected
by his sovereign and the idol of the people; but now when the evening
of life approached, he began to look upon such enjoyments with less
veneration, and thought proper to dedicate some of his last hours to
quiet and meditation. Being advised to go to Bath for the recovery of
his health, he there ended his life on the 29th of January 1705-6, and
was buried at Witham on the 17th of February following.

Lord Dorset was a great patron of men of letters and merit. Dr. Sprat,
bishop of Rochester, celebrated for his polite writings, appealed to him
when under a cloud, for the part he acted in the reign of King James
II. and by his lordship's interest preserved himself. To him Mr. Dryden
dedicated his translation of Juvenal, in which he is very lavish in his
lordship's praise, and expresses his gratitude for the bounty he had
experienced from him.

Mr. Prior (among others who owed their life and fortune to my lord
Dorset) makes this public acknowledgment, 'That he scarce knew what life
was, sooner than he found himself obliged to his favour; or had reason
to feel any sorrow so sensibly as that of his death.' Mr. Prior then
proceeds to enumerate the valuable qualities of his patron; in which the
warmth of his gratitude appears in the most elegant panegyric. I cannot
imagine that Mr. Prior, with respect to his lordship's morals, has
in the least violated truth; for he has shewn the picture in various
lights, and has hinted at his patron's errors, as well as his graces and
virtues. Among his errors was that of indulging passion, which carried
him into transports, of which he was often ashamed; and during these
little excesses (says he) 'I have known his servants get into his way,
that they might make a merit of it immediately after; for he who had the
good fortune to be chid, was sure of being rewarded for it.'

His lordship's poetical works have been published among the minor
poets 1749, and consist chiefly of a poem to Mr. Edward Howard, on his
incomprehensible poem called the British Princes, in which his lordship
is very satyrical upon that author.

Verses to Sir Thomas St. Serfe, on his printing his play called Tarugo's
Wiles, acted 1668.

An Epilogue to Moliere's Tartuff.

An epilogue on the revival of Ben Johnson's play called Every Man in his
Humour.

A Song writ at Sea, in the time of the Dutch war 1665, the night before
an engagement.

Verses addressed to the Countess of Dorchester.

A Satirical piece, entitled, A Faithful Catalogue of our most eminent
Ninnies; written in the year 1683.

Several Songs.

From the specimens lord Dorset has given us of his poetical talents, we
are inclined to wish, that affairs of higher consequence had permitted
him to have dedicated more of his time to the Muses. Though some critics
may alledge, that what he has given the public is rather pretty than
great; and that a few pieces of a light nature do not sufficiently
entitle him to the character of a first rate poet; yet, when we
consider, that notwithstanding they were merely the amusement of his
leisure hours, and mostly the productions of his youth, they contain
marks of a genius, and as such, he is celebrated by Dryden, Prior,
Congreve, Pope, &c.

We shall conclude his life with the encomium Pope bestows on him, in the
following beautiful lines.

  Dorset, the grace of courts, the muses pride,
  Patron of arts, and judge of nature, dy'd:
  The scourge of pride, the sanctify'd or great,
  Of fops in learning, and of knaves in state.
  Yet soft his nature, tho severe his lay,
  His anger moral, and his wisdom gay.
  Blest satyrist, who touch'd the mean so true,
  As shew'd vice had his hate and pity too.
  Blest courtier! who could King and Country please,
  Yet sacred keep his friendship, and his ease.
  Blest peer! his great forefathers ev'ry grace
  Reflecting, and reflected in his race;
  Where other Buckhursts, other Dorsets thine.
  And patriots still, or poets deck the line


[Footnote 1: History of his own times; p. 264.]

[Footnote 2: Collin's Peerage, p. 575. vol. I.]

[Footnote 3: Burnet's Hist. of his own times.]

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Mr. GEORGE FARQUHAR

Was descended of a Family of no mean rank in the North of Ireland; we
have been informed that his father was dean of Armagh, but we have not
met with a proper confirmation of this circumstance; but it is on
all hands agreed, that he was the son of a clergyman, and born at
London-Derry in that kingdom, in the year 1678, as appears from Sir
James Ware's account of him. There he received the rudiments of
education, and discovered a genius early devoted to the Muses; Before he
was ten years of age he gave specimens of his poetry, in which, force of
thinking, and elegance of turn and expression are manifest; and if
the author, who has wrote Memoirs of his life, may be credited, the
following stanza's were written by him at that age,

  The pliant soul of erring youth,
    Is like soft wax, or moisten'd clay;
  Apt to receive all heavenly truth
    Or yield to tyrant ill the sway.

  Slight folly in your early years,
    At manhood may to virtue rise;
  But he who in his youth appears
    A fool, in age will ne'er be wise.

His parents, it is said, had a numerous family, so could bestow no
fortune upon him, further than a genteel education. When he was
qualified for the university, he was, in 1694, sent to Trinity College
in Dublin: here, by the progress he made in his studies, he acquired a
considerable reputation[1], but it does not appear, that he there took
his degree of bachelor of arts; for his disposition being volatile and
giddy, he soon grew weary of a dull collegiate life; and his own opinion
of it, in that sense, he afterwards freely enough displayed in several
parts of his comedies, and other writings. Besides, the expence of it,
without any immediate prospect of returns, might be inconsistent with
his circumstances. The polite entertainments of the town more forcibly
attracted his attention, especially the diversions of the Theatre, for
which, he discovered a violent propension. When Mr. Ashbury, who then
was manager of Dublin Theatre, had recruited his company with the
celebrated Mr. Wilks (who had for some seasons engaged with Mr.
Christopher Rich at Drury-Lane, from whom his encouragement was not
equal to his merit) Farquhar having acquaintance with him, Mr. Wilks,
was soon introduced upon the stage by his means, where he did not long
continue, nor make any considerable figure. His person was sufficiently
advantageous, he had a ready memory, proper gesture, and just elocution,
but then he was unhappy in his voice, which had not power enough to
rouse the galleries, or to rant with any success; besides, he was
defective in point of assurance, nor could ever enough overcome his
natural timidity. His more excellent talents however might, perhaps,
have continued the player at Dublin, and lost the poet at London; but
for an accident, which was likely to turn a feigned tragedy into a real
one: The story is this.

Mr. Farquhar was extremely beloved in Ireland; having the advantage of
a good person, though his voice was weak; he never met with the least
repulse from the audience in any of his performances: He therefore
resolved to continue on the stage till something better should offer,
but his resolution was soon broke by an accident. Being to play the part
of Guyomar in Dryden's Indian Emperor, who kills Vasquez, one of the
Spanish generals; and forgetting to exchange his sword for a foil, in
the engagement he wounded his brother tragedian, who acted Vasquez, very
dangerously; and though it proved not mortal, yet it so shocked the
natural tenderness of Mr. Farquhar's temper, that it put a period to his
acting ever after.

Soon after this, Mr. Wilks received from Mr. Rich a proposal of four
pounds a week, if he would return to London (such was the extent of the
salaries of the best players in that time, which, in our days, is not
equal to that of a second rate performer) which he thought proper to
accept of; and Mr. Farquhar, who now had no inducement to remain at
Dublin, accompanied Mr. Wilks to London, in the year 1696. Mr. Wilks,
who was well acquainted with the humour and abilities of our author,
ceased not his solicitation 'till he prevailed upon him to write a play,
assuring him, that he was considered by all who knew him in a much
brighter light than he had as yet shewn himself, and that he was fitter
to exhibit entertaining compositions for the stage, than to echo those
of other poets upon it.

But he received still higher encouragement by the patronage of the earl
of Orrery, who was a discerner of merit, and saw, that as yet, Mr.
Farquhar's went unrewarded. His lordship conferred a lieutenant's
commission upon him in his own regiment then in Ireland, which he
held several years[2] and, as an officer, he behaved himself without
reproach, and gave several instances both of courage and conduct:
Whether he received his commission before or after he obliged the town
with his first comedy, we cannot be certain.

In the year 1698, his first Comedy called Love and a Bottle appeared
on the stage, and for its sprightly dialogue, and busy scenes was well
received by the audience, though Wilks had no part in it. In 1699
the celebrated Mrs. Anne Oldfield was, partly upon his judgment, and
recommendation, admitted on the Theatre.

Now we have mentioned Mrs. Oldfield, we shall present the reader with
the following anecdote concerning that celebrated actress, which
discovers the true manner of her coming on the stage; the account we
have from a person who belonged to Mr. Rich, in a letter he wrote to the
editor of Mrs. Oldfield's Life, in which it is printed in these words;

  SIR,

  In your Memoirs of Mrs. Oldfield, it may
  not be amiss to insert the following facts, on the
  truth of which you may depend. Her father,
  captain Oldfield, not only run out all the military,
  but the paternal bounds of his fortune, having
  a pretty estate in houses in Pall-mall. It was
  wholly owing to captain Farquhar, that Mrs.
  Oldfield became an actress, from the following
  incident; dining one day at her aunt's, who kept
  the Mitre Tavern in St. James's Market, he
  heard miss Nanny reading a play behind the bar,
  with so proper an emphasis, and so agreeable
  turns suitable to each character, that he swore
  the girl was cut out for the stage, for which she
  had before always expressed an inclination, being
  very desirous to try her fortune that way.
  Her mother, the next time she saw captain Vanburgh,
  who had a great respect for the family,
  told him what was captain Farquhar's opinion;
  upon which he desired to know whether in the
  plays she read, her fancy was most pleased with
  tragedy or comedy; miss being called in, said
  comedy, she having at that time gone through all
  Beaumont and Fletcher's comedies, and the play
  she was reading when captain Farquhar dined
  there, was the Scornful Lady. Captain Vanburgh,
  shortly after, recommended her to Mr.
  Christopher Rich, who took her into the house
  at the allowance of fifteen shillings a week. However,
  her agreeable figure, and sweetness of voice,
  soon gave her the preference, in the opinion of the
  whole town, to all our young actresses, and his grace
  the late duke of Bedford, being pleased to speak,
  to Mr. Rich in her favour, he instantly raised her
  allowance to twenty shillings a week; her fame
  and salary at last rose to her just merit,

  Your humble servant,

  Nov. 25, 1730[3].

  CHARLES TAYLOUR.'

In the beginning of the year 1700, Farquhar brought his Constant Couple,
or Trip to the Jubilee, upon the stage, it being then the jubilee year
at Rome; but our author drew so gay, and airy a figure in Sir Harry
Wildair, so suited to Mr. Wilks's talents, and so animated by his
gesture, and vivacity of spirit, that it is not determined whether the
poet or the player received most reputation by it. Towards the latter
end of this year we meet with Mr. Farquhar in Holland, probably upon
his military duty, from whence he has given a description in two of his
letters dated that year from Brill, and from Leyden, no less true than
humorous, as well of those places as the people; and in a third, dated
from the Hague he very facetiously relates how merry he was there, at
a treat made by the earl of Westmoreland, while, not only himself, but
king William, and other of his subjects were detained there by a violent
storm, which he has no less humorously described, and has, among his
poems, written also an ingenious copy of verses to his mistress on the
same subject. Whether this mistress was the same person he calls his
charming Penelope, in several of his love letters addressed to her, we
know not, but we have been informed by an old officer in the army, who
well knew Mr. Farquhar, that by that name we are to understand Mrs.
Oldfield, and that the person meant by Mrs. V---- in one of them, said
to be her bedfellow, was Mrs. Verbruggen the actress, the same who was
some years before Mrs. Mountfort, whom Mrs. Oldfield succeeded,
(when Mrs. V---- died some years after in child-bed) with singular
commendation, in her principal parts; and from so bright a flame it was
no wonder that Farquhar was more than ordinarily heated. The author of
Mrs. Oldfield's life says, that she has often heard her mention some
agreeable hours she spent with captain Farquhar: As she was a lady of
true delicacy, nor meanly prostituted herself to every adorer, it
would be highly ungenerous to suppose, that their hours ever passed in
criminal freedoms. And 'tis well known, whatever were her failings, she
wronged no man's wife; nor had an husband to injure.

Mr. Farquhar, encouraged by the success of his last piece, made a
continuation of it in 1701, and brought on his Sir Harry Wildair; in
which Mrs. Oldfield received as much reputation, and was as greatly
admired in her part, as Wilks was in his.

In the next year he published his Miscellanies, or Collection of Poems,
Letters, and Essays, already mentioned, and which contain a variety of
humorous, and pleasant sallies of fancy: There is amongst them a copy of
verses addressed to his dear Penelope, upon her wearing her Masque the
evening before, which was a female fashion in those days, as well at
public walks, as among the spectators at the Playhouse. These verses
naturally display his temper and talents, and will afford a very clear
idea of them; and therefore we shall here insert them.

'The arguments you made use of last night for keeping on your masque, I
endeavoured to defeat with reason, but that proving ineffectual, I'll
try the force of rhyme, and send you the heads of our chat, in a
poetical dialogue between You and I.'

  You.

  Thus images are veil'd which you adore;
  Your ignorance does raise your zeal the more.

  I.

  All image worship for false zeal is held;
  False idols ought indeed to be conceal'd.

  You.

  Thus oracles of old were still receiv'd;
  The more ambiguous, still the more believ'd.


  I.

  But oracles of old were seldom true,
  The devil was in them, sure he's not in you.

  You.

  Thus mask'd in mysteries does the godhead stand:
  The more obscure, the greater his command.

  I.

  The Godhead's hidden power would soon be past,
  Did we not hope to see his face at last.

  You.

  You are my slave already sir, you know,
  To Shew more charms, would but increase your
  woe,
  I scorn an insult to a conquer'd foe.

  I.

  I am your slave, 'tis true, but still you see,
  All slaves by nature struggle to be free;
  But if you would secure the stubborn prize,
  Add to your wit, the setters of your eyes;
  Then pleas'd with thraldom, would I kiss my
  chain
  And ne'er think more of liberty again.[4]

It is said, some of the letters of which we have been speaking, were
published from the copies returned him at his request, by Mrs. Oldfield,
and that she delighted to read them many years after they were printed,
as she also did the judicious essay at the end of them, which is called
a Discourse upon Comedy, in Reference to the English Stage; but what
gives a yet more natural and lively representation of our author still,
is one among those letters, which he calls the Picture, containing a
description and character of himself, which we should not now omit
transcribing, if his works were not in every body's hands.

In 1703 came out another Comedy, entitled the Inconstant, or the Way to
Win Him, which had sufficient merit to have procured equal success to
the rest; but for the inundation of Italian, French, and other farcical
interruptions, which, through the interest of some, and the depraved
taste of others, broke in upon the stage like a torrent, and swept down
before thorn all taste for competitions of a more intrinsic excellence.
These foreign monsters obtained partisans amongst our own countrymen, in
opposition to English humour, genuine wit, and the sublime efforts of
genius, and substituted in their room the airy entertainments of dancing
and singing, which conveyed no instruction, awakened no generous
passion, nor filled the breast with any thing great or manly. Such was
the prevalence of these airy nothings, that our author's comedy was
neglected for them, and the tragedy of Phædra slid Hippolitus, which for
poetry is equal to any in our tongue, (and though Mr. Addison wrote
the prologue, and Prior the epilogue) was suffered to languish, while
multitudes flocked to hear the warblings of foreign eunuchs, whose
highest excellence, as Young expresses it, was,

  'Nonsense well tun'd with sweet stupidity.'

Very early in the year 1704, a farce: called the Stage Coach, in the
composition whereof he was jointly concerned with another, made its
first appearance in print, and it has always given satisfaction.

Mr. Farquhar had now been about a twelve-month married, and it was at
first reported, to a great fortune; which indeed he expected, but was
miserably disappointed. The lady had fallen in love with him, and so
violent was her passion, that she resolved to have him at any rate; and
as she knew Farquhar was too much dissipated in life to fall in love, or
to think of matrimony unless advantage was annexed to it, she fell upon
the stratagem of giving herself out for a great fortune, and then took
an opportunity of letting our poet know that she was in love with him.
Vanity and interest both uniting to persuade Farquhar to marry, he did
not long delay it, and, to his immortal honour let it be spoken, though
he found himself deceived, his circumstances embarrassed, and his family
growing upon him, he never once upbraided her for the cheat, but behaved
to her with, all the delicacy, and tenderness of an indulgent husband.

His next comedy named the Twin-Rivals, was played in 1705.

Our poet was possessed of his commission in the army when the Spanish
expedition was made under the conduct of the earl of Peterborough, tho'
it seems he did not keep it long after, and tho' he was not embarked in
that service, or present at the defeat of the French forces, and
the conquest of Barcelona; yet from some military friends in that
engagement, he received such distinct relations of it in their
epistolary correspondency, that he wrote a poem upon the subject, in
which he has made the earl his hero. Two or three years after it was
written, the impression of it was dedicated by the author's widow to the
same nobleman, in which are some fulsome strains of panegyric, which
perhaps her necessity excited her to use, from a view of enhancing her
interest by flattery, which if excusable at all, is certainly so in a
woman left destitute with a family, as she was.

In 1706 a comedy called the Recruiting Officer was acted at the
theatre-royal. He dedicates to all friends round the Wrekin, a noted
hill near Shrewsbury, where he had been to recruit for his company; and
where, from his observations on country-life, the manner that serjeants
inveigle clowns to enlist, and the behaviour of the officers towards the
milk-maids and country-wenches, whom they seldom fail of debauching, he
collected matter sufficient to build a comedy upon, and in which he
was successful: Even now that comedy fails not to bring full houses,
especially when the parts of Captain Plume, Captain Brazen, Sylvia, and
Serjeant Kite are properly disposed of.

His last play was the Beaux--Stratagem, of which he did not live to
enjoy the full success.

Of this pleasing author's untimely end, we can give but a melancholy
account.

He was oppressed with some debts which obliged him to make application
to a certain noble courtier, who had given him formerly many professions
of friendship. He could not bear the thought that his wife and family
would want, and in this perplexity was ready to embrace any expedient
for their relief. His pretended patron persuaded him to convert his
commission into the money he wanted, and pledged his honour, that in a
very short time he would provide him another. This circumstance appeared
favourable, and the easy bard accordingly sold his commission; but when
he renewed his application to the nobleman, and represented his needy
situation, the latter had forgot his promise, or rather, perhaps, had
never resolved to fulfil it.

This distracting disappointment so preyed upon the mind of Mr. Farquhar,
who saw nothing but beggary and want before him, that by a sure, tho'
not sudden declension of nature, it carried him off this worldly
theatre, while his last play was acting in the height of success at that
of Drury-lane; and tho' the audience bestowed the loudest applauses upon
the performance, yet they could scarce forbear mingling tears with their
mirth for the approaching loss of its author, which happened in the
latter end of April 1707, before he was thirty years of age.

Thus having attended our entertaining dramatist o'er the contracted
stage of his short life, thro' the various characters he performed in
it, of the player, the lover, and the husband, the soldier, the critic,
and the poet, to his final catastrophe, it is here time to close the
scene. However, we shall take the liberty to subjoin a short character
of his works, and some farther observations on his genius.

It would be injurious to the memory of Wilks not to take notice here, of
his generous behaviour towards the two daughters of his deceased friend.
He proposed to his brother managers, (who readily came into it) to give
each of them a benefit, to apprentice them to mantua-makers; which is an
instance amongst many others that might be produced, of the great worth
of that excellent comedian.

The general character which has been given of Mr. Farquhar's comedies
is, 'That the success of the most of them far exceeded the author's
expectations; that he was particularly happy in the choice of his
subjects, which he took care to adorn with a variety of characters
and incidents; his style is pure and unaffected, his wit natural and
flowing, and his plots generally well contrived. He lashed the vices of
the age, tho' with a merciful hand; for his muse was good-natured, not
abounding over-much with gall, tho' he has been blamed for it by the
critics: It has been objected to him, that he was too hasty in his
productions; but by such only who are admirers of stiff and elaborate
performances, since with a person of a sprightly fancy, those things are
often best, that are struck off in a heat[5]. It is thought that in all
his heroes, he generally sketched out his own character, of a young,
gay, rakish spark, blessed with parts and abilities. His works are
loose, tho' not so grossly libertine, as some other wits of his time,
and leave not so pernicious impressions on the imagination as other
figures of the like kind more strongly stampt by indelicate and heavier
hands.'

He seems to have been a man of a genius rather sprightly than great,
rather flow'ry than solid; his comedies are diverting, because his
characters are natural, and such as we frequently meet with; but he has
used no art in drawing them, nor does there appear any force of thinking
in his performances, or any deep penetration into nature; but rather a
superficial view, pleasant enough to the eye, though capable of leaving
no great impression on the mind. He drew his observations chiefly
from those he conversed with, and has seldom given any additional
heightening, or indelible marks to his characters; which was the
peculiar excellence of Shakespear, Johnson, and Congreve.

Had he lived to have gained a more general knowledge of life, or had his
circumstances not been straitened, and so prevented his mingling with
persons of rank, we might have seen his plays embellished with more
finished characters, and with a more polished dialogue.

He had certainly a lively imagination, but then it was capable of no
great compass; he had wit, but it was of no peculiar a sort, as not
to gain ground upon consideration; and it is certainly true, that his
comedies in general owe their success full as much to the player, as to
any thing intrinsically excellent in themselves.

If he was not a man of the highest genius, he seems to have had
excellent moral qualities, of which his behaviour to his wife and
tenderness to his children are proofs, and deserved a better fate than
to die oppressed with want, and under the calamitous apprehensions of
leaving his family destitute: While Farquhar will ever be remembered
with pleasure by people of taste, the name of the courtier who thus
inhumanly ruined him, will be for ever dedicated to infamy.


[Footnote 1: Memoirs of Wilks by Obrian, 8vo. 1732.]

[Footnote 2: Memoirs of Mr. Farquhar, before his Works.]

[Footnote 3: For the moral character of Mrs. Oldfield, see the Life of
Savage.]

[Footnote 4: Farquhar's Letters.]

[Footnote 5: Memoirs, ubi. supra.]

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EDWARD RAVENSCROFT.

This gentleman is author of eleven plays, which gives him a kind of
right to be named in this collection. Some have been of opinion, he was
a poet of a low rate, others that he was only a wit collector; be this
as it may, he acquired, some distinction by the vigorous opposition he
made to Dryden: And having chosen so powerful an antagonist, he has
acquired more honour by it, than by all his other works put together; he
accuses Dryden of plagiary, and treats him severely.

Mr. Dryden, indeed, had first attacked his Mamamouchi; which provoked
Ravenscroft to retort so harshly upon him; but in the opinion of Mr.
Langbain, the charge of plagiarism as properly belonged to Ravenfcroft
himself as to Dryden; tho' there was this essential difference between
the plagiary of one and that of the other; that Dryden turned whatever
he borrowed into gold, and Ravenscroft made use of other people's
materials, without placing them in a new light, or giving them any
graces, they had not before.

Ravenscroft thus proceeds against Mr. Dryden: 'That I may maintain
the character of impartial, to which I pretend, I must pull off his
disguise, and discover the politic plagiary that lurks under it. I know
he has endeavoured to shew himself matter of the art of swift writing,
and would persuade the world that what he writes is extempore wit,
currente calamo. But I doubt not to shew that tho' he would be thought
to imitate the silk worm that spins its webb from its own bowels, yet I
shall make him appear like the leech that lives upon the blood of men,
drawn from the gums, and when he is rubbed with salt, spues it up again.
To prove this, I shall only give an account of his plays, and by that
little of my own knowledge, that I shall discover, it will be manifest,
that this rickety poet, (tho' of so many years) cannot go without others
assistance; for take this prophecy from your humble servant, or Mr.
Ravenscroft's Mamamouchi, which you please,

  'When once our poet's translating vein is past,
  From him, you can't expect new plays in haste.

Thus far Mr. Ravenscroft has censured Dryden; and Langbain, in order to
prove him guilty of the same poetical depredation, has been industrious
to trace the plots of his plays, and the similarity of his characters
with those of other dramatic poets; but as we should reckon it tedious
to follow him in this manner, we shall only in general take notice of
those novels from which he has drawn his plots.

We cannot ascertain the year in which this man died; he had been bred
a templer, which he forsook as a dry unentertaining study, and much
beneath the genius of a poet.

His dramatic works are,

1. The Careless Lovers, a Comedy, acted at the duke's theatre, 4to.
1673. The scene Covent-Garden, part of this play is borrowed from
Moliere's Monsieur de Pourceaugnac.

2. Mamamouchi; or the Citizen turned Gentleman, a Comedy, acted at the
duke's theatre, 4to. 1675, dedicated to his Highness prince Rupert. Part
of this play is taken from Moliere's le Bourgeois Gentilliome. Scene
London.

3. Scaramouch a Philosopher, Harlequin a schoolboy, Bravo Merchant and
Magician; a Comedy, after the Italian manner, acted at the theatre-royal
1677. The poet in his preface to this play boasts his having brought a
new sort of Comedy on our stage; but his critics will not allow any one
scene of it to be the genuine offspring of his own brain, and denominate
him rather the midwife than the parent of this piece; part of it is
taken from le Burgeois Gentilhome, & la Marriage Forcè.

4. The Wrangling Lovers; or the Invisible Mistress, a Comedy, acted at
the duke's theatre, 4to. 1677. This play is founded upon Corneille's Les
Engagements du Hazard, and a Spanish Romance, called, Deceptio visus; or
seeing and believing are two things.

5. King Edgar, and Alfreda, a Tragedy, acted at the theatre-royal 1677.
The story is taken from the Annals of Love, a novel, and Malmesbury,
Grafton, Stow, Speed, and other English chronicles.

6. The English Lawyer, a Comedy; acted at the theatre-royal 1678; this
is only a translation of the celebrated latin comedy of Ignoramus,
written by Mr. Ruggle of Clare-hall, Cambridge. Scene Bourdeaux.

7. The London Cuckolds, a Comedy; acted at the duke of York's theatre.
This play is collected from the novels of various authors, and is
esteemed one of the most diverting, though perhaps the most offensive
play of the author's; it was first acted 1682. This play has hitherto
kept possession of the flags, a circumstance owing to the annual
celebration of the lord mayor's inauguration: Though it seems to be
growing into a just disesteem. It was deprived of its annual appearance
at Drury-Lane Theatre, in the year 1752, by Mr. Garrick; whose good
sense would not suffer him to continue so unwarrantable and ridiculous
an insult, upon so respectable a body of men as the magistrates of the
city of London.

The citizens are exposed to the highest ridicule in it; and the scenes
are loose and indecent. The reason why the comic poets have so often
declared themselves open enemies to the citizens, was plainly this: The
city magistrates had always opposed the court, on which the poets had
their dependance, and therefore took this method of revenge.

8. Dame Dobson, or the Cunning Woman, a Comedy; acted and damn'd at the
duke's theatre, printed in quarto, 1684. This is a translation of a
French comedy.

9. The Canterbury Guests, or a Bargain Broken, a Comedy; acted at the
theatre-royal, in 1695.

10. The Anatomist, or the Sham Doctor, a Comedy; acted at the
theatre-royal in Lincoln's-Inn-Fields, 1697.

11. The Italian Husband, a Tragedy; acted at the theatre in
Lincoln's-Inn-Fields 1698. To this play, besides the prologue, is
prefixed a dialogue, which the author calls the prelude, managed by the
poet, a critic, and one Mr. Peregrine the poet's friend. The author here
seems to be under the same mistake with other modern writers, who are
fond of barbarous and bloody stories. The Epilogue is written by Jo.
Haynes.

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JOHN PHILIPS,

A poet of very considerable eminence, was son of Dr. Stephen Philips,
arch-deacon of Salop, and born at Brampton in Oxfordshire, December 30,
1676. After he had received a grammatical education at home, he was sent
to Winchester school, where he made himself master of the Latin and
Greek languages, and was soon distinguished for an happy imitation of
the excellences which he discovered in the best classical authors. With
this foundation he was removed to Christ's Church in Oxford, where he
performed all his university exercises with applause, and besides other
valuable authors in the poetical way, he became particularly acquainted
with, and studied the works of Milton. The ingenious Mr. George Sewel,
in his life and character of our author, observes, 'that there was not
an allusion in Paradise Lost, drawn from the thoughts and expressions of
Homer or Virgil, which Mr. Philips could not immediately refer to, and
by that he perceived what a peculiar life and grace their sentiments
added to English poetry; how much their images raised its spirit,
and what weight and beauty their words, when translated, gave to its
language: nor was he less curious in observing the force and elegance of
his mother tongue; but by the example of his darling Milton, searched
backwards into the works of our old English poets, to furnish him with
proper sounding, and significant expressions, and prove the due extent,
and compass of the language. For this purpose he carefully read over
Chaucer and Spencer, and afterwards, in his writings, did not scruple
to revive any words or phrases which he thought deserved it, with that
modesty, and liberty which Horace allows of, either in the coining of
new, or the restoring of ancient expressions.' Our author, however,
was not so much enamoured of poetry, as to neglect other parts of
literature, but was very well acquainted with the whole compass of
natural philosophy. He seems in his studies, as well as his writings, to
have made Virgil his pattern, and often to have broken out with him in
the following rapturous wish, in the Second Book of the Georgies which,
for the sake of the English reader, we shall give in Mr. Dryden's
translation.

  'Give me the ways of wand'ring stars to know,
  The depths of heav'n above, or earth below;
  Teach me the various labours of the moon,
  And whence proceed the eclipses of the sun.
  Why slowing tides prevail upon the main,
  And in what dark recess they shrink again.
  What shakes the solid earth, what cause delays
  The summer-nights, and the short winter days.'

Mr. Philips was a passionate admirer of nature, and it is not improbable
but he drew his own character in that description which he gives of a
philosophical and retired life, at the latter end of the first Book of
his Cyder.

  --He to his labour hies,
  Gladsome intent on somewhat that may ease
  Unearthly mortals and with curious search
  Examine all the properties of herbs,
  Fossils, and minerals, that th' embowell'd earth
  Displays, if by his industry he can
  Benefit human race.

Though the reader will easily discover the unpoetical flatness of the
above lines, yet they shew a great thirst after natural knowledge, and
we have reason to believe, that much might have been attained, and many
new discoveries made, by so diligent an enquirer, and so faithful a
recorder of physical operations. However, though death prevented the
hopes of the world in that respect, yet the passages of that kind, which
we find in his Poem on Cyder, may convince us of the niceness of his
observations in natural causes. Besides this, he was particularly
skilled in antiquities, especially those of his own country; and part
of this study too, he has with much art and beauty intermixed with his
poetry.

While Mr. Philips continued at the university, he was honoured with the
acquaintance of the best and politest men in it, and had a particular
intimacy with Mr. Edmund Smith, author of Phædra and Hippolitus. The
first poem which got him reputation, was his Splendid Shilling, which
the author of the Tatler has stiled the best burlesque poem in the
English Language; nor was it only, says Mr. Sewel, 'the finest of that
kind in our tongue, but handled in a manner quite different from what
had been made use of by any author of our own, or other nation, the
sentiments, and stile being in this both new; whereas in those, the jest
lies more in allusions to the thoughts and fables of the ancients, than
in the pomp of expression. The same humour is continued thro' the whole,
and not unnaturally diversified, as most poems of that nature had been
before.

Out of that variety of circumstances, which his fruitful invention must
suggest to him, on such a subject, he has not chosen any but what are
diverting to every reader, and some, that none but his inimitable dress
could have made diverting to any: when we read it, we are betrayed
into a pleasure which we could not expect, tho' at the same time the
sublimity of the stile, and the gravity of the phrase, seem to chastise
that laughter which they provoke.' Mr. Edmund Smith in his beautiful
verses on our Author's Death, speaks thus concerning this poem;

  'In her best light the comic muse appears,
  When she with borrowed pride the buskin
  wears.'

This account given by Mr. Sewel of the Splendid Shilling, is perhaps
heightened by personal friendship, and that admiration which we
naturally pay to the productions of one we love. The stile seems to
be unnatural for a poem which is intended to raise laughter; for that
laboured gravity has rather a contrary influence; disposing the mind to
be serious: and the disappointment is not small, when a man finds he
has been betrayed into solemn thinking, in reading the description of a
trifle; if the gravity of the phrase chastises the laughter, the purpose
of the poem is defeated, and it is a rule in writing to suit the
language to the subject. Philips's Splendid Shilling may have pleased,
because, its manner was new, and we often find people of the best sense
throw away their admiration on monsters, which are seldom to be seen,
and neglect more regular beauty, and juster proportion.

It is with reserve we offer this criticism against the authority of Dr.
Sewel, and the Tatler; but we have resolved to be impartial, and the
reader who is convinced of the propriety and beauty of the Splendid
Shilling, has, no doubt, as good a right to reject our criticism, as we
had to make it.

Our author's coming to London, we are informed, was owing to the
persuasion of some great persons, who engaged him to write on the Battle
of Blenheim; his poem upon which introduced him to the earl of Oxford,
and Henry St. John, esq; afterwards lord viscount Bolingbroke, and other
noble patrons. His swelling stile, it must be owned, was better suited
to a subject of this gravity and importance, than to that of a light and
ludicrous nature: the exordium of this piece is poetical, and has an
allusion to that of Spencer's Fairy Queen:

  From low and abject themes the grov'ling muse
  Now mounts aërial to sing of arms
  Triumphant, and emblaze the martial acts
  Of Britain's hero.

The next poem of our author was his Cyder, the plan of which he laid at
Oxford, and afterwards compleated it in London. He was determined to
make choice of this subject, from the violent passion he had for the
productions of nature, and to do honour to his native country. The poem
was founded upon the model of Virgil's Georgics, and approaches pretty
near it, which, in the opinion of critics in general, and Mr. Dryden in
particular, even excels the Divine Æneid: He imitates Virgil rather like
a pursuer, than a follower, not servilely tracing, but emulating his
beauties; his conduct and management are superior to all other copiers
of that original; and even the admired Rapin (says Dr. Sewel) is much
below him, both in design and success, 'for the Frenchman either fills
his garden with the idle fables of antiquity, or new transformations
of his own; and, in contradiction of the rules of criticism, has
injudiciously blended the serious, and sublime stile of Virgil, with the
elegant turns of Ovid in his Metamorphosis; nor has the great genius of
Cowley succeeded better in his Books of Plants, who, besides the same
faults with the former, is continually varying his numbers from one sort
of verse to another, and alluding to remote hints of medicinal writers,
which, though allowed to be useful, are yet so numerous, that they
flatten the dignity of verse, and sink it from a poem, to a treatise of
physic,' Dr. Sewel has informed us, that Mr. Philips intended to have
written a poem on the Resurrection, and the Day of Judgment, and we may
reasonably presume, that in such a work, he would have exceeded his
other performances. This awful subject is proper to be treated in a
solemn stile, and dignified with the noblest images; and we need not
doubt from his just notions of religion, and the genuine spirit of
poetry, which were conspicuous in him, he would have carried his readers
through these tremendous scenes, with an exalted reverence, which,
however, might not participate of enthusiasm. The meanest soul, and the
lowest imagination cannot contemplate these alarming events described
in Holy Writ, without the deepest impressions: what then might we not
expect from the heart of a good man, and the regulated flights and
raptures of a christian poet? Our author's friend Mr. Smith, who had
probably seen the first rudiments of his design, speaks thus of it, in a
poem upon his death.


  O! had relenting Heaven prolong'd his days,
  The tow'ring bard had sung in nobler lays:
  How the last trumpet wakes the lazy dead;
  How saints aloft the cross triumphant spread;
  How opening Heav'ns their happier regions, shew,
  And yawning gulphs with flaming vengeance glow,
  And saints rejoice above, and sinners howl below.
  Well might he sing the day he could not fear,
  And paint the glories he was sure to wear.

All that we have left more of this poet, is a Latin Ode to Henry St.
John, esq; which is esteemed a master-piece; the stile being pure and
elegant, the subject of a mixt nature, resembling the Jublime spirit,
and gay facetious humour of Horace. He was beloved, says Dr. Sewel, 'by
all who knew him; somewhat reserved and silent amongst strangers, but
free, familiar, and easy with his friends; he was averse to disputes,
and thought no time so ill spent, and no wit so ill used, as that which
was employed in such debates; his whole life was distinguished by a
natural goodness, and well-grounded and unaffected piety, an universal
charity, and a steady adherence to his principles; no one observed the
natural and civil duties of life with a stricter regard, whether a son,
a friend, or a member of society, and he had the happiness to fill every
one of these parts, without even the suspicion either of undutifulness,
insincerity, or disrespect. Thus he continued to the last, not owing his
virtues to the happiness of his constitution, but the frame of his
mind, insomuch, that during a long sickness, which is apt to ruffle the
smoothest temper; he never betrayed any discontent or uneasiness, the
integrity of his life still preserving the chearfulness of his spirits;
and if his friends had measured their hopes of his life, only by his
unconcern in his sickness, they could not but conclude, that either his
date would be much longer, or that he was at all times prepared for
death.' He had long been troubled with a lingering consumption, attended
with an asthma; and the summer before he died, by the advice of his
physicians, he removed to Batly, where he got only some present ease,
but went from thence with but small hopes of recovery; and upon the
return of the distemper, he died at Hereford the 15th of February,
1708. He was interred in the Cathedral church of that city, with an
inscription upon his grave-stone, and had a monument erected to his
memory in Westminster-abbey by Sir Simon Harcourt, afterwards lord
chancellor; the epitaph of which was written by Dr. Friend.

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WILLIAM WALSH, Esq;

This poet was the son of Joseph Walsh, of Aberley in Worcestershire. He
became a gentleman-commoner of Wadham-College Oxford, in Easter-Term,
1678, when he was only fifteen years of age; he left it without a
degree, retired to his native county, and some time after went to
London. He wrote a Dialogue concerning Women, being a Defence of the
Fair-Sex, addressed to Eugenia, and printed in the year 1691. This
is the most considerable of our author's productions, and it will be
somewhat necessary to take further notice of it, which we cannot
more effectually do, than by transcribing the words of Dryden in its
commendation.--That great critic thus characterises it. 'The perusal of
this dialogue, in defence of the Fair-Sex, written by a gentleman of my
acquaintance, much surprised me: For it was not easy for me to imagine,
that one so young could have treated so nice a subject with so much
judgment. It is true, I was not ignorant that he was naturally
ingenious, and that he had improved himself by travelling; and from
thence I might reasonably have expected, that air of gallantry which is
so visibly diffused through the body of the work, and is, indeed, the
soul that animates all things of this nature; but so much variety of
reading, both in ancient and modern authors, such digestion of that
reading, so much justness of thought, that it leaves no room for
affectation or pedantry; I may venture to say, are not over common
amongst practised writers, and very rarely to be found amongst
beginners. It puts me in mind of what was said of Mr. Waller, the father
of our English numbers, upon the sight of his first verses, by the wits
of the last age; that he came out into the world forty-thousand
strong, before they had heard of him. Here in imitation of my friend's
apostrophes, I hope the reader need not be told, that Mr. Waller is only
mentioned for honour's sake, that I am desirous of laying hold on his
memory on all occasions, and thereby acknowledging to the world, that
unless he had written, none of us all could write. My friend, had not it
seems confidence enough to send this piece out into the world, without
my opinion of it, that it might pass securely, at least among the fair
readers, for whose service it was principally designed. I am not so
presuming, as to think my opinion can either be his touch-stone, or his
passport; but, I thought I might send him back to Ariosto, who has made
it the business of almost thirty stanza's, in the beginning of the
thirty-seventh book of his Orlando Furioso; not only to praise that
beautiful part of the creation, but also to make a sharp satire on their
enemies; to give mankind their own, and to tell them plainly, that from
their envy it proceeds, that the virtue and great actions of women are
purposely concealed, and the failings of some few amongst them exposed,
with all the aggravating circumstances of malice. For my own part, who
have always been their servant, and have never drawn my pen against
them, I had rather see some of them praised extraordinarily, than any
of them suffer by detraction, and that at this age, and at this time
particularly, wherein I find more heroines, than heroes; let me
therefore give them joy of their new champion: If any will think me more
partial to him, than I really am, they can only say, I have returned his
bribe; and he word I wish him is, that he may receive justice from the
men, and favour only from the ladies.'

This is the opinion of Mr. Dryden in favour of this piece, which is
sufficient to establish its reputation. Mr. Wood, the antiquarian,
observes, that this Eugenia was the mistress of Walsh; but for this
he produces no proof, neither is it in the lead material whether the
circumstance is true or no. Mr. Walslh is likewise author of several
occasional poems, printed 1749, amongst the works of the Minor Poets,
and which he first published in the year 1692, with some letters
amorous, and gallant, to which is prefixed the following address to the
public.

  Go, little book, and to the world impart
  The faithful image of an amorous heart;
  Those who love's dear deluding pains have known,
  May in my fatal sorrows read their own:
  Those who have lived from all its torments free,
  May find the things they never, felt by me.
  Perhaps advis'd avoid the gilded bait,
  And warn'd by my example shun my fate.
  Whilst with calm joy, safe landed on the coast
  I view the waves, on which I once was tost.
  Love is a medley of endearments, jars,
  Suspicions, quarrels, reconcilements, wars;
  Then peace again. O would it not be best,
  To chase the fatal poison from our breast?
  But since, so few can live from passion free,
  Happy the man, and only happy he,
  Who with such lucky stars begins his love,
  That his cool judgment does his choice approve.
  Ill grounded passions quickly wear away;
  What's built upon esteem can ne'er decay.


Mr. Walsh was of an amorous complexion, and in one of his letters
mentions three of his amours, in pretty singular terms. 'I valued (says
he) one mistress, after I left loving her; I loved another after I left
valuing her; I love and value the third, after having lost all hopes of
her; and according to the course of my passions, I should love the next
after having obtained her. However, from this time forward, upon what
follies soever you fall, be pleased, for my sake, to spare those of
love; being very well satisfied there is not one folly of that kind
(excepting marriage) which I have not already committed. I have been,
without raillery, in love with the beauty of a woman whom I have never
seen; with the wit of one whom I never heard speak, nor seen any thing
she has written, and with the heroic virtues of a woman, without knowing
any one action of her, that could make me think; she had any; Cupid will
have it so, and what can weak mortals do against so potent a god?' Such
were the sentiments of our author when he was about 30 years of age.

Queen Anne constituted Mr. Walsh her master of the horse. On what
account this place, in particular, was allotted him, we know not; but,
with regard to his literary abilities, Mr. Dryden in his postscript to
his translation of Virgil, has asserted, that Mr. Walsh was the best
critic then living; and Mr. Pope, speaking of our author, thus concludes
his Essay on Criticism, viz.

  To him, the wit of Greece, and Rome was known,
  And ev'ry author's merit, but his own.
  Such late was Walsh: the muses judge and friend,
  Who justly knew to blame, or to commend;
  To failings mild, but zealous for desert,
  The clearest head, and the sincerest heart.

In the year 1714 the public were obliged with a small posthumous piece
of Mr. Walsh's, entitled Æsculapius, or the Hospital of Fools, in
imitation of Lucian. There is printed amongst. Mr. Walsh's other
performances, in a volume of the Minor Poets, an Essay on Pastoral
Poetry, with a Short Defence of Virgil, against some of the reflexions
of M. Fontenellé. That critic had censured Virgil for writing his
pastorals in a too courtly stile, which, he says, is not proper for the
Doric Muse; but Mr. Walsh has very judiciously shewn, that the Shepherds
in Virgil's time, were held in greater estimation, and were persons of a
much superior figure to what they are now. We are too apt to figure the
ancient countrymen like our own, leading a painful life in poverty,
and contempt, without wit, or courage, or education; but men had quite
different notions of these things for the first four thousand years
of the world. Health and strength were then more in esteem, than the
refinements of pleasure, and it was accounted, more honourable to till
the ground, and keep a flock of sheep, than to dissolve in wantonness,
and effeminating sloth.

Mr. Walsh's other pieces consist chiefly of Elegies, Epitaphs, Odes, and
Songs; they are elegant, tho' not great, and he seems to have had a well
cultivated, tho' not a very extensive, understanding. Dryden and Pope
have given their sanction in his favour, to whom he was personally
known, a circumstance greatly to his advantage, for had there been no
personal friendship, we have reason to believe, their encomiums would
have been less lavish; at least his works do not carry so high an idea
of him, as they have done. Mr. Walsh died about the year 1710.

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THOMAS BETTERTON.

(Written by R.S.[1])

Almost every circumstance relating to the life of this celebrated actor,
is exposed to dispute, and his manner of first coming on the stage, as
well as the action of his younger years have been controverted. He was
son of Mr. Betterton, undercook to king Charles the Ist, and was born in
Tothill-street Westminster, some time in the year 1635. Having received
the rudiments of a genteel education, and discovering a great propensity
to books, it was once proposed he should have been educated to some
learned profession; but the violence and confusion of the times putting
this out of the power of his family, he was at his own request bound
apprentice to a bookseller, one Mr. Holden, a man of some eminence, and
then happy in the friendship of Sir William Davenant. In the year 1656
it is probable Mr. Betterton made his first appearance on the
stage, under the direction of Sir William, at the Opera-house in
Charter-house-yard. It is said, that going frequently to the stage about
his mailer's business, gave Betterton the first notion of it, who shewed
such indications of a theatrical genius, that Sir William readily
accepted him as a performer. Immediately after the restoration two
distinct companies were formed by royal authority; the first in virtue
of a patent granted to Henry Killegrew, Esq; called the king's company,
the other in virtue of a patent granted to Sir William Davenant, which
was stiled the duke's company.[2] The former acted at the theatre royal
in Drury-lane, the other at that in Lincoln's-Inn-Fields. In order that
the theatres might be decorated to the utmost advantage, and want none
of the embellishments used abroad, Mr. Betterton, by command of Charles
II. went to Paris, to take a view of the French stage, that he might the
better judge what would contribute to the improvement of our own. Upon
his return, Mr. Betterton introduced moving scenes into our theatre,
which before had the stage only hung with tapestry. The scenes no doubt
help the representation, by giving the spectator a view of the place,
and increase the distress, by making the deception more powerful,
and afflicting the mind with greater sensibility. The theatre in
Lincoln's-Inn-Fields being very inconvenient, another was built for them
in Dorset-Garden, called the duke's theatre, to which they removed and
followed their profession with great success, during all that reign of
pleasure.

The stage at this time was so much the care of the state, that when any
disputes arose, they were generally decided by his majesty himself or
the duke of York, and frequently canvassed in the circle. Mr. Cibber
assigns very good reasons, why at this time, theatrical amusements were
so much in vogue; the first is, that after a long eclipse of gallantry
during the rage of the civil war, people returned to it with double
ardour; the next is, that women were then introduced on the stage, their
parts formerly being supplied by boys, or effeminate young men, of which
the famous Kynaston possessed the capital parts. When any art is carried
to perfection, it seldom happens, that at that particular period, the
profits arising from it are high; and at this time the advantages of
playing were very inconsiderable: Mr. Hart the greatest performer at the
king's theatre, had but three pounds a week, and Mr. Betterton, then but
young, very probably had not so much, and besides, benefits then were
things unheard of.

In 1670 Mr. Betterton married a gentlewoman on the same stage, one Mrs.
Saunderson, who excelled as an actress, every thing but her own conduct
in life. In her, he was compleatly happy, and by their joint endeavours
even in those days, they were able not only to acquire a genteel
subsistence, but also to save what might support them in an advanced
age[3].

After Sir William Davenant's death, the patent came into the hands
of his son, Dr. Charles Davenant, so well known to the world by his
political, writings; but, whether his genius was less fit than his
father's for such an administration, or the king's Company were really
superior to his in acting, we cannot determine; but they gained upon
the town, and Dr. Davenant was obliged to have recourse to the dramatic
opera, rich scenes, and fine music, to support the stage on which
Betterton played. The Dr. himself wrote the Opera of Circe, which came
first on the stage in 1675, and was received with, such applause, as
gave hopes of succeeding in this new way. The same year a Pastoral,
called Calista, or the Chaste Nymph, written by Mr. Crowne, at the
desire of queen Katherine, was represented at court; and the ladies,
Mary and Anne, daughters to the duke of York, played parts in it. On
this occasion Mr. Betterton instructed the actors, and Mrs. Betterton
gave lessons to the princesses; in grateful remembrance of which queen
Anne settled a pension of 100 l. per annum upon her. During this time an
emulation subsisted between the two companies, and a theatrical war was
proclaimed aloud, in which the town reaped the advantage, by seeing
the parts performed with the greater life. The duke's company however
maintained it's superiority, by means of the new-invented artillery, of
music, machines, and scenery, and other underhand dealings, and bribing
of actors in the opposite faction from performing their duty. By these
measures, a coalition was effected, and the two companies joined
together, and being united formed one of the perfectest that ever filled
a stage, in 1682. It was in this united company that the merit of
Betterton shone with unrivalled lustre, and having survived the great
actors on whose model he had formed himself he was at liberty to
discover his genius in its full extent, by replacing many of them with
advantage in these very characters, in which, during their life-times,
they had been thought inimitable; and all who have a taste for scenical
entertainments cannot but thank the present laureat, for preserving for
them so lively a portrait of Betterton, and painting him in so true a
light, that without the imputation of blind adulation, he may be justly
stiled the British Roscius.

This account is too important and picturesque to be here omitted; and
it would be an injury to Betterton not to shew him in that commanding
light, in which the best judge of that species of excellence has placed
him.

"Betterton was an actor, as Shakespear was an author, both without
competitors! form'd for the mutual assistance, and illustration of each
others genius! how Shakespear wrote, all men who have a taste for nature
may read, and know--but with what higher rapture would he still be read,
could they conceive how Betterton play'd him! then might they know, the
one was born alone to speak what the other only knew to write! Pity it
is, that the momentary beauties flowing from an harmonious elocution
cannot, like those of poetry, be their own record! that the animated
graces of the player can live no longer than the instant breath and
motion that presents them; or at belt can but faintly glimmer through
the memory, or imperfect attestation of a few surviving spectators.
Could how Betterton spoke, be as easily known as what he spoke; then
might you see the muse of Shakespear in her triumph, with all their
beauties in their belt array, rising into real life, and charming her
beholders. But alas! since all this is so far out of the reach of
description, how shall I shew you Betterton? Should I therefore tell
you, that all the Othellos, Hamlets, Hotspurs, Mackbeths, and Brutus's,
whom you may have seen since his time have fallen far short of him: This
still would give you no idea of his particular excellence. Let us see
then what a particular comparison may do! whether that may yet draw him
nearer to you?

You have seen a Hamlet perhaps, who, on the first appearance of his
father's spirit, has thrown himself into all the straining vociferation
requisite to express rage and fury, and the house has thundered with
applause; tho' the misguided actor was all the while (as Shakespear
terms it) tearing a passion into rags--am the more bold to offer you
this particular instance, because the late Mr. Addison, while I sate by
him, to see this scene acted, made the same observation, asking me with
some surprize, if I thought Hamlet should be in so violent a passion
with the Ghost, which though it might have astonished, it had not
provok'd him? for you may observe that in this beautiful speech, the
passion never rises beyond an almost breathless astonishment, or an
impatience, limited by filial reverence, to enquire into the suspected
wrongs that may have rais'd him from his peaceful tomb! and a desire
to know what a spirit so seemingly distress, might wish or enjoin a
sorrowful son to execute towards his future quiet in the grave? this was
the light into which Betterton threw this scene; which he open'd with
a pause of mute amazement! then rising slowly, to a solemn, trembling
voice, he made the Ghost equally terrible to the spectator, as to
himself! and in the descriptive part of the natural emotions which the
ghastly vision gave him, the boldness of his expostulation was still
governed by decency, manly, but not braving; his voice never rising into
that seeming outrage, or wild defiance of what he naturally rever'd. But
alas! to preserve this medium, between mouthing, and meaning too little,
to keep the attention more pleasingly awake, by a tempered spirit, than
by meer vehemence of voice, is of all the master-strokes of an actor the
most difficult to reach. In this none yet have equall'd Betterton. But
I am unwilling to shew his superiority only by recounting the errors
of those, who now cannot answer to them; let their farther failings
therefore be forgotten! or rather shall I in some measure excuse them?
for I am not yet sure, that they might not be as much owing to the false
judgment of the spectator, as the actor. While the million are so apt to
be transported, when the drum of their ear is so roundly rattled; while
they take the life of elocution to lie in the strength of the lungs,
it is no wonder the actor, whose end is applause, should be so often
tempted, at this easy rate, to excite it. Shall I go a little farther?
and allow that this extreme is more pardonable than its opposite error.
I mean that dangerous affectation of the monotone, or solemn sameness of
pronunciation, which to my ear is insupportable; for of all faults that
so frequently pass upon the vulgar, that of flatness will have the
fewest admirers. That this is an error of ancient standing seems evident
by what Hamlet says, in his instructions to the players, viz.

  Be not too tame, neither, &c.

The Actor, doubtless, is as strongly ty'd down to the rule of Horace, as
the writer.

      Si vis me flere, dolendum est
  Primum ipsi tibi----

He that feels not himself the passion he would raise, will talk to a
sleeping audience: But this never was the fault of Betterton; and it has
often amaz'd me, to see those who soon came after him, throw out in
some parts of a character, a just and graceful spirit, which Betterton
himself could not but have applauded. And yet in the equally shining
passages of the same character, have heavily dragg'd the sentiment
along, like a dead weight; with a long ton'd voice, and absent eye, as
if they had fairly forgot what they were about: If you have never made
this observation, I am contented you should not know where to apply it.

A farther excellence in Betterton, was that he could vary his spirit to
the different characters he acted. Those wild impatient starts, that
fierce and flaming fire, which he threw into Hotspur, never came from
the unruffled temper of his Brutus (for I have more than once seen a
Brutus as warm as Hotspur) when the Betterton Brutus was provoked, in
his dispute with Cassius, his spirit flew only to his eye; his steady
look alone supply'd that terror, which he disdain'd, an intemperance in
his voice should rise to. Thus, with a settled dignity of contempt, like
an unheeding rock, he repell'd upon himself the foam of Cassius. Perhaps
the very words of Shakespear will better let you into my meaning:

  Must I give way, and room, to your rash choler?
  Shall I be frighted when a madman flares?

And a little after,

  There is no terror, Cassius, in your looks! &c.

Not but, in some part of this scene, where he reproaches Cassius, his
temper is not under this suppression, but opens into that warmth which
becomes a man of virtue; yet this is that hasty spark of anger, which
Brutus himself endeavours to excuse.

But with whatever strength of nature we see the poet shew, at once, the
philosopher and the heroe, yet the image of the actor's excellence will
be still imperfect to you, unless language cou'd put colours in our
words to paint the voice with.

Et si vis similem pingere, pinge sonum, is enjoining an impossibility.
The most that a Vandyke can arrive at, is to make his portraits of great
persons seem to think; a Shakespear goes farther yet, and tells you what
his pictures thought; a Betterton steps beyond 'em both, and calls them
from the grave, to breathe, and be themselves again, in feature, speech,
and motion. When the skilful actor shews you all these powers united,
he gratifies at once your eye, your ear, and your understanding. To
conceive the pleasure rising from such harmony, you must have been
present at it! 'tis not to be told you!

Thus was Betterton happy in his fortune, in the notice of his sovereign,
in his fame and character, and in a general respect of all ranks of
life; thus happy might he have continued, had he not been persuaded to
attempt becoming rich, and unluckily engaged in a scheme that swept away
all his capital, and left him in real distress. This accident fell
out in 1692; and is of too particular a kind to pass unnoticed. Mr.
Betterton had a great many friends amongst the wealthy traders in the
city, and so amiable was his private life, that all who knew him were
concerned, and interested in his success: Amongst these, there was a
gentleman, whose name the author of his life thinks proper to conceal,
who entered into the strictest amity with this actor. This gentleman in
the year 1692 was concerned in an adventure to the East-Indies, upon the
footing then allowed by the company's charter, which vessels so employed
were stiled interlopers. The project of success was great, the gain
unusually high; and this induced Mr. Betterton, to whom his friend
offered any share in the business he pleased, to think of so large a sum
as eight-thousand pounds; but it was not for himself, as he had no such
sum in his power: and whoever considers the situation of the stage at
that time will need no other argument to convince him of it. Yet he had
another friend whom, he was willing to oblige, which was the famous Dr.
Radcliffe; so Mr. Betterton advanced somewhat more than two-thousand
pounds, which was his all, and the Dr. made it up eight-thousand. The
vessel sailed to the East-Indies, and made as prosperous a voyage as
those concerned in her could wish, and the war with France being then,
very warm, the captain very prudently came home north about, and arrived
safe in Ireland; but in his passage from thence he was taken by the
French. His cargo was upwards of 120,000 l. which ruined Mr. Betterton,
and broke the fortune and heart of his friend in the city: As for doctor
Radcliffe, he expressed great concern for Mr. Betterton, but none for
himself; the Dr. merrily consoled himself with observing, 'that it was
only trotting up 200 pair of stairs more, and things are as they were.'

This accident, however fatal to Mr. Betterton's fortune, yet proved
not so to his peace, for he bore it without murmur, and even without
mention; so far from entertaining resentment against his friend in the
city, who doubtless meant him well, he continued his intimacy till
his death, and after his decease took his only daughter under his
protection, and watched over her education till she thought proper to
dispose of herself in marriage to Mr. Bowman the player, whose behaviour
was such, as to gain the esteem of all that knew him; he has not been
many years dead, and reflected credit on the reports of the excellency
of the old stage.

Such the virtue, such the honour of Mr. Betterton! who in his private
character was as amiable as any he borrowed from the poets, and
therefore was always deservedly considered as the head of the theatre,
though vetted there with very little power. The managers, as the
companies were now united, exercised the mod despotic stage-tyranny; and
obliged our author to remonstrate to them the hardships they inflicted
on their actors, and represent that bad policy of the few, forgetting
their obligations to the many. This language in the ears of the
theatrical ministry, sounded like treason; and therefore, instead of
considering how to remedy the mischiefs complained of, they bent their
thoughts to get rid of their monitor: as if the not hearing of faults
was equivalent to mending them. It was with this view they began to give
away some of Betterton's first parts to young actors,[4] supposing this
would abate his influence. This policy ruined them, and assisted him:
The public resented their having plays ill acted when they knew they
might have better.

The best players attached themselves wholly to Betterton, and desired
him to turn his thoughts on some method of procuring himself and them
justice. Thus theatrical despotism produced its own definition, and the
very steps taken to render Betterton desperate, pointed out the way for
his deliverance. Mr. Betterton, who had a general acquaintance with
people of fashion, represented his case to them, and at last by the
interposition of the earl of Dorset, a patent was granted him for
building a new play-house in Lincoln's-Inn-Fields, which he effected by
a subscription. The patentees, in order to make head against them, got
over to their party Mr. Williams, and Mrs. Mountford, both eminent
players; they had also recruits from the country, but with all the
art of which they were capable, they continued still unequal to Mr.
Betterton's company. The new theatre was opened in 1695, with very great
advantages: Mr. Congreve accepted of a share with this company, as Mr.
Dryden had formerly with the king's; and the first play they acted
was Congreve's Comedy of Love for Love. The king honoured it with his
presence, there was a large and splendid audience, Mr. Betterton spoke a
Prologue, and Mrs. Bracegirdle an Epilogue suited to the occasion, and
it appeared by the reception they met with, that the town knew how to
reward the merit of those the patentees used so ill. But with all these
vast advantages, Betterton's company were not able to maintain this flow
of prosperity, beyond two or three seasons: Mr. Congreve was a slow
writer, Vanbrugh, and Mr. Cibber, who wrote for the other house, were
more expeditious; and if they did not finish, they at least writ
pleasing Comedies.

The frequency of new pieces, however, gave such a turn in their favour,
that Betterton's company with all their merit, had been undone, had not
the Mourning Bride, and the Way of the World, come like reprieves, and
saved them from the last gasp[5]. In a few years however, it appearing
plainly, that without a new support from their friends, it was
impossible for them to maintain their superiority, or independance; the
patrons of Mr. Betterton set about a new subscription, for building a
theatre in the Hay-market, under the direction of Sir John Vanbrugh,
which was finished in 1706[6]; and was to be conducted upon a new plan;
music and scenery to be intermixed with the drama, which with the
novelty of a new house, was likely to retrieve Mr. Betterton's affairs.
This favour was kindly received by Mr. Betterton; but he was now grown
old, his health and strength much impaired by constant application,
and his fortune still worse than his health; he chose therefore (as a
mutinous spirit, occasioned by disappointments, grew up amongst the
actors) to decline the offer, and so put the whole design under the
conduct of Sir John Vanbrugh, and Mr. Congreve, the latter of whom soon
abandoned it entirely; and Mr. Betterton's strength failing, many of the
old players dying, and other accidents intervening, a reunion of the
companies became absolutely necessary, and soon after took place.

Hitherto, Betterton is considered as at the head of his company, and
the affairs of the stage are naturally connected with his, as the
transactions of a nation are interwoven with the life of a prince. After
our author reached seventy, his infirmities grew upon him greatly, his
fits of the gout were more lasting, and more severe: His circumstances
also, which had not been mended since he took upon him the conduct of
the theatre, grew more necessitous, and all this joined to his wife's
ill state of health, made his condition melancholy, at a time when the
highest affluence could not have made them chearful. Yet under all these
pressures, he kept up his spirit, and though less active, was as serene
as ever. The public in those days, had a grateful remembrance of
the pleasure Betterton had given them, and would not suffer so
distinguished, and so deserving a man, after fifty-years service, to
withdraw, till he had received from them some marks of their favour.

In the spring of 1709 a benefit was granted to Mr. Betterton, and the
play of Love for Love was acted for that purpose. Two of the best
actresses that ever graced the stage appeared on it upon that occasion,
tho' they had long quitted it, to render the benefit more advantageous:
The part of Valentine was performed by Mr. Betterton, Angelica by Mrs.
Bracegirdle, and Mrs. Barry performed that of Frail. The epilogue was
written by Mr. Rowe. Mrs. Bracegirdle, Mrs. Barry, and Mr. Betterton,
appeared on the stage together, and the ladies taking hold of him,
represented his infirmities of age, and pleaded his ancient merit, in a
very natural and moving manner: This epilogue is exquisite in its kind.
The profits arising from that benefit, we are told, amounted to 500 l.
He had also a promise that the favour should be annually continued.

These extraordinary acts of public gratitude had a proper effect upon
Mr. Betterton; who instead of indulging himself on their bounty, exerted
the spirit given by this generosity, in their service, and appeared and
acted as often as his health would permit[7]. On the 20th of September
following, in particular, he performed the part of Hamlet, with such
vivacity, as well as justice, that it gave ample satisfaction to the
best judges. This activity in the winter kept off the gout longer than
usual, but the fit returning in the spring, was the more unlucky, as it
happened at the time of his benefit, when the success of his play was
sure to depend in a great measure upon his own performance. The play he
made choice of was the Maid's Tragedy, in which he acted the part of
Melantius; and notice was accordingly given by his good friend the
Tatler; but the fit intervened; and that he might not disappoint the
town, Mr. Betterton was forced to submit to outward applications, to
reduce the swelling of his feet: Which had such an effect, that he was
able to appear on the stage, though he was obliged to use a slipper. He
acted that day, says the Laureat, with unusual spirit, and briskness,
by which he obtained universal applause; but this could not prevent his
paying a very dear price for these marks of approbation, since the gouty
humour, repelled by fomentations, soon seized upon the nobler parts;
which being perhaps weakened by his extraordinary fatigue on that
occasion, he was not able to make a long resistance: But on the 28th of
April, 1710, he paid the debt to nature; and by his death occasioned the
most undissembled mourning amongst people of rank and fashion.

His behaviour as a man, and his abilities as a player, raised his
character, and procured him the esteem of all worthy and good men; and
such honours were paid his memory, as only his memory could deserve.

On the second of May, his corpse was with much ceremony interred in
Westminster Abbey, and the excellent author of the Tatler, has given
such an account of the solemnity of it, as will outlast the Abbey
itself. And it is no small mortification to us, that it is inconsistent
with our proposed bounds, to transcribe the whole: It is writ with a
noble spirit; there is in it an air of solemnity and grandeur; the
thoughts rise naturally from one another; they fill the mind with an
awful dread, and consecrate Mr. Betterton to immortality, with the
warmth of friendship, heightened by admiration.

As to the character of this great man in his profession, the reader need
but reflect on Mr. Colley Cibber's account here inserted, who was well
qualified to judge, and who, in his History of the Stage, has drawn the
most striking pictures that ever were exhibited; even the famous lord
Clarendon, whose great excellence is characterising, is not more happy
in that particular, than the Laureat; no one can read his portraits of
the players, without imagining he sees the very actors before his eyes,
their air, their attitudes, their gesticulations.

Mr. Betterton was a man of great study and application; and, with
respect to the subjects that employed his attention, he was as much a
master of them as any man. He was an excellent critic, more especially
on Shakespear, and Fletcher. Mr. Rowe, who was a good judge, and also
studied the same authors with deep attention, gives this testimony in
his favour, and celebrates, in the warmest manner, Betterton's critical
abilities. His knowledge of Shakespear's merit, gave him so strong,
and so perfect an esteem for him, that he made a pilgrimage into
Staffordshire to visit his tomb, and to collect whatever particulars
tradition might have preserved in relation to his history; and these he
freely communicated to the same friend, who candidly acknowledges, that
the Memoirs of Shakespear's Life he published, were the produce of that
journey, and freely bestowed upon him by the collector. Mr. Booth, who
knew him only in his decline, frequently made mention of him, and said,
he never saw him either off, or on the stage, without learning something
from him; he frequently observed, that Mr. Betterton was no actor, but
he put on his part with his clothes, and was the very man he undertook
to be, 'till the play was over, and nothing more. So exact was he in
following nature, that the look of surprize he assumed in the character
of Hamlet so astonished Booth (when he first personated the Ghost) as
to disable him for some moments from going on. He was so communicative,
that in the most capital parts, he would enter into the grounds of his
action, and explain, the principles of his art. He was an admirable
master of the action of the stage, considered as independent of
sentiment; and knew perfectly the connection, and business of the
scenes, so as to attract, preserve, and satisfy the attention of art
audience: An art extremely necessary to an actor, and very difficult to
be attained.

What demonstrated his thorough skill in dramatic entertainments,
was, his own performance, which was sufficient to establish a high
reputation, independent of his other merit. As he had the happiness to
pass through life without reproach, a felicity few attain, so he was
equally happy in the choice of a wife, with whom he spent his days in
domestic quiet, though they were of very different tempers; he was
naturally gay and chearful, she of a melancholy reserved disposition.
She was so strongly affected by his death, which was, in some measure,
sudden, that she ran distracted, tho' she appeared rather a prudent and
constant, than a fond and passionate wife: She was a great ornament to
the stage, and her death, which happened soon after, was a public loss.

The Laureat, in his Apology, thus characterises her: 'She was, says he,
though far advanced in years, so great a mistress of nature, that even
Mrs. Barry, who acted Lady Macbeth after her, could not in that part,
with all her superior strength, and melody of voice, throw out those
quick and careless strokes of terror, from the disorder of a guilty
mind, which the other gave us, with a facility in her manner that
rendered them at once tremendous and delightful. Time could not impair
her skill, though it brought her person to decay: she was to the last
the admiration of all true judges of nature, and lovers of Shakespear,
in whose plays she chiefly excelled, and without a rival. When she
quitted the stage, several good actresses were the better for her
instruction. She was a woman of an unblemished and sober life, and had
the honour to teach Queen Anne, when Princess, the part of Semandra in
Mithridates, which she acted at court in King Charles's time. After the
death of Mr. Betterton, that Princess, when Queen, ordered her a pension
for life, but she lived not to receive more than the first half year of
it.' Thus we have seen, that it is not at all impossible for persons
of real worth, to transfer a reputation acquired on the stage, to the
characters they possess in real life, and it often happens, as in the
words of the poet,

  That scenic virtue forms the rising age,
  And truth displays her radiance from the stage.

The following are Mr. Betterton's dramatic works;

1. The Woman made a Justice; a Comedy.

2. The Unjust Judge, or Appius and Virginia; a Tragedy, written
originally by Mr. John Webster, an old poet, who lived in the reign of
James I. It was altered only by Mr. Betterton, who was so cautious, and
reserved upon this head, that it was by accident the fact was known, at
least with certainty.

3. The Amorous Widow, or the Wanton Wife, a Play, written on the plan of
Moliere's George Dandin. The Amorous Widow has an under-plot interwoven,
to accommodate the piece to the prevailing English taste. Is was acted
with great applause, but Mr. Betterton, during his life, could never be
induced to publish it; so that it came into the world as a posthumous
performance.

The chief merit of this, and his other pieces, lies in the exact
disposition of the scenes; their just length, great propriety, and
natural connexions; and of how great consequence this is to the fate of
either tragedy or comedy, may be learned from all Banks's plays, which,
though they have nothing else to recommend them, yet never fail to move
an audience, much more than some justly esteemed superior. Who ever saw
Banks's earl of Essex represented without tears; how few bestow them
upon the Cato of Addison.

Besides these pieces, Betterton wrote several occasional Poems,
translations of Chaucer's Fables, and other little exercises. In a word,
to sum up all that we have been saying, with regard to the character of
this extraordinary person, as he was the most perfect model of dramatic
action, so was he the most unblemished pattern of private and social
qualities: Happy is it for that player who imitates him in the one, and
still more happy that man who copies him in the other.[8]


[Footnote 1: Mr. Theophilus Cibber being about to publish, in a work
entirely undertaken by himself the Lives and Characters of all our
Eminent Actors and Actresses, from Shakespear to the present time;
leaves to the other Gentlemen concerned in this collection, the accounts
of some players who could not be omitted herein, as Poets.]

[Footnote 2: Cibber's apology.]

[Footnote 3: Biograph. Brittan. from the information of Southern.]

[Footnote 4: Cibber's Life.]

[Footnote 5: Cibber's Life.]

[Footnote 6: Memoirs of Vanbrugh's Life.]

[Footnote 7: History of the stage.]

[Footnote 8: We acknowledge a mistake, which we committed in the life
of Mavloe, concerning Betterton. It was there observed that he formed
himself upon Alleyn, the famous founder of Dulwich-Hospital, and copied
his theatrical excellencies: which, upon a review of Betterton's life,
we find could not possibly happen as Alleyn was dead several years
before Betterton was born: The observation should have been made of
Hart.]

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JOHN BANKS.

This gentleman was bred a lawyer, and was a member of the society at New
Inn. His genius led him to make several attempts in dramatic poetry, in
which he had various success; but even when he met with the greatest
encouragement, he was very sensible of his error, in quitting the
profitable practice of the law, to pursue the entertainments of the
stage, but he was fired with a thirst of fame which reconciled to his
mind the many uneasy sensations, to which the precarious success of his
plays, and the indigence of his profession naturally exposed him: Mr.
Banks no doubt has gained one part of his design by commencing poet,
namely, that of being remembered after death, which Pope somewhere calls
the poor estate of wits: For this gentleman has here a place amongst
the poets, while nine tenths of the lawyers of his time, now sleep with
their fathers secure in oblivion, and of whom we can only say, they
lived, and died.

Mr. Banks's genius was wholly turned for tragedy; his language is
certainly unpoetical, and his numbers unharmonious; but he seems not to
have been ignorant of the dramatic art: For in all his plays he has very
forcibly rouzed the passions, kept the scene busy, and never suffered
his characters to languish.

In the year 1684 Mr. Banks offered a tragedy to the stage called the
Island Queens, or the Death of Mary Queen of Scots, which, it seems,
was rejected, whether from its want of merit, or motives of a political
kind, we cannot now determine, but Mr. Banks thought proper then to
publish it. In the year 1706, he obtained the favour of Queen Anne
to command it to be acted at the Theatre-Royal, which was done with
success, for it is really a very moving tragedy. It has been often
revived, and performed at the Theatres, with no inconsiderable applause.

His dramatic works are,

1. The Rival Kings, or the Loves of Oroondates and Statira, a Tragedy,
acted at the Theatre-Royal 1677. This play is dedicated to the Lady
Catherine Herbert, and is chiefly formed on the Romance of Cassandra.

2. The Destruction of Troy, a Tragedy, acted 1679. This play met with
but indifferent success.

3. Virtue Betrayed, or Anna Bullen, a Tragedy, acted 1682. This play has
been often acted with applause.

4. The Earl of Essex, or the Unhappy Favourite, acted 1682, with the
most general applause. Mr. Dryden wrote the Prologue, and Epilogue. It
will be naturally expected, that, having mentioned the earl of Essex by
Banks, we should say something of a Tragedy which has appeared this
year on the Theatre at Covent-Garden, of the same name. We cannot but
acknowledge, that Mr. Jones has improved the story, and heightened the
incident in the last act, which renders the whole more moving; after
the scene of parting between Essex, and Southampton, which is very
affecting, Rutland's distress upon the melancholy occasion of parting
from her husband, is melting to the last degree. It is in this scene Mr.
Barry excells all his cotemporaries in tragedy; he there shews his power
over our passions, and bids the heart bleed, in every accent of anguish.
After Essex is carried out to execution, Mr. Jones introduces the queen
at the tower, which has a very happy effect, and her manner of behaving
on that occasion, makes her appear more amiable than ever she did in any
play on the same subject. Mr. Jones in his language (in this piece)
does not affect being very poetical;--nor is his verification always
mellifluent, as in his other writings;--but it is well adapted for
speaking: The design is well conducted, the story rises regularly, the
business is not suspended, and the characters are well sustained.

5. The Island Queens, a Tragedy, of which we have already given some
account; the name of it was afterwards changed to the Albion Queens.

6. The Innocent Usurper, or the Death of Lady Jane Gray, a Tragedy,
printed 1694. It was prohibited the stage, on account of some groundless
insinuations, that it reflected upon the government. This play, in
Banks's own opinion, is inferior to none of his former. Mr. Rowe has
written likewise a Tragedy on this subject, which is a stock play at
both houses; it is as much superior to that of our author, as the genius
of the former was greater than that of the latter.

7. Cyrus the Great, a Tragedy. This play was at first rejected, but it
afterwards got upon the stage, and was acted with great success; the
plot is taken from Scudery's Romance of the Grand Cyrus.

We cannot ascertain the year in which Banks died. He seems to have been
a man of parts; his characteristic fault as a writer, was aiming at the
sublime, which seldom failed to degenerate into the bombast; fire he
had, but no judgment to manage it; he was negligent of his poetry,
neither has he sufficiently marked, and distinguished his characters; he
was generally happy in the choice of his fables, and he has found a way
of drawing tears, which many a superior poet has tried in vain.

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LADY CHUDLEIGH

Was born in the year 1656, and was daughter of Richard Lee of Winslade,
in the county of Devon, esq; She had an education in which literature
seemed but little regarded, being taught no other language than her
native tongue; but her love of books, incessant industry in the reading
of them, and her great capacity to improve by them, enabled her to make
a very considerable figure in literature.

She was married to Sir George Chudleigh of Ashton in the county of
Devon, Bart, by whom she had issue Eliza Maria, who died in the bloom of
life, (much lamented by her mother, who poured out her griefs on that
occasion, in a Poem entitled a Dialogue between Lucinda and Marissa) and
George, who succeeded to the title and estate, Thomas, and others.

She was a lady of great virtue, as well as understanding, and she made
the latter of these subservient to the promotion of the former, which
was much improved by study; but though she was enamoured of the charms
of poetry, yet she dedicated some part of her time to the severer study
of philosophy, as appears from her excellent essays, which discover an
uncommon degree of piety, and knowledge, and a noble contempt of those
vanities which the unthinking part of her sex so much regard, and so
eagerly pursue.

The works which this lady produced, are,

The Ladies Defence, or the Bride-Woman's Counsellor answered, a Poem; in
a Dialogue between Sir John Brute, Sir William Loveall, Melissa, and a
Parson. This piece has been several times printed; the writing it was
occasioned by an angry sermon preached against the fair sex, of which
her ladyship gives the following account; 'Mr. Lintot, says she, some
time since, intending to reprint my poems, desired me to permit him
to add to them a Dialogue I had written in the year 1700, on a Sermon
preached by Mr. Sprint, a Nonconformist, at Sherbourne in Dorsetshire;
I refusing, for several reasons, to grant his request, he, without my
knowledge, bought the copy of the Bookseller who formerly printed it,
and, without my consent, or once acquainting me with his resolution,
added to it the second edition of my poems; and that which makes the
injury the greater, is, his having omitted the Epistle Dedicatory, and
the Preface, by which means he has left the reader wholly in the dark,
and exposed me to censure. When it was first printed I had reason to
complain, but not so much as now: Then the Dedication was left entire as
I had written it, but the Preface so mangled, altered, and considerably
shortened, that I hardly knew it to be my own; but being then published
without a name, I was the less concerned, but since, notwithstanding the
great care I took to conceal it, it is known to be mine; I think myself
obliged, in my own defence, to take some notice of it[1].' The omission
of this Preface, which contained an answer to part of the sermon, and
gave her reasons for writing the poem, had occasioned some people to
make ill-natured reflexions on it: this put her ladyship on justifying
herself, and assuring her readers, that there are no reflexions in it
levelled at any particular persons, besides the author of the Sermon;
him (says she) I only blame for being too angry, for his not telling us
our duty in a softer more engaging way: address, and good manners render
reproofs a kindness; but where they are wanting, admonitions are always
taken ill: as truths of this sort ought never to be concealed from us,
so they ought never to be told us with an indecent warmth; a respectful
tenderness would be more becoming a messenger of peace, the disciple of
an humble, patient, meek, commiserating Saviour.'

Besides this lady's poems, of which we shall give some account when we
quote a specimen; she wrote Essays upon several subjects, in prose and
verse, printed in 8vo. 1710. These Essays are upon Knowledge, Pride,
Humility, Life, Death, Fear, Grief, Riches, Self-love, Justice, Anger,
Calumny, Friendship, Love, Avarice, Solitude, and are much admired for
the delicacy of the stile, there being not the least appearance of false
wit, or affected expression, the too common blemishes of this sort of
writing: they are not so much the excursions of a lively imagination,
which can often expatiate on the passions, and actions of men, with
small experience of either, as the deliberate result of observations on
the world, improved with reading, regulated with judgment, softened by
good manners, and heightened with sublime thoughts, and elevated piety.
This treatise is dedicated to her Royal Highness the Princess Sophia,
Electress, and Duchess Dowager of Brunswick, on which occasion that
Princess, then in her 80th year, honoured her with the following
epistle, written by the Electress in French, but which we shall here
present to the reader in English.

  Hanover June 25, 1710.

  LADY CHUDLEIGH,

  You have done me a very great pleasure in letting
  me know by your agreeable book, that there
  is such a one as you in England, and who has so
  well improved herself, that she can, in a fine manner,
  communicate her sentiments to all the world.
  As for me I do not pretend to deserve the commendations
  you give me, but by the esteem which I
  have of your merit, and of your good sense, I will
  be always entirely

  Your affectionate friend

  to serve you,

  SOPHIA ELECTRICE.

At the end of the second volume of the duke of Wharton's poems, are five
letters from lady Chudleigh, to the revd. Mr. Norris of Bemmerton, and
Mrs. Eliz. Thomas, the celebrated Corinna of Dryden.

She wrote several other things, which, though not printed, are carefully
preserved in the family, viz. two Tragedies, two Operas, a Masque, some
of Lucian's Dialogues, translated into Verse, Satirical Reflexions on
Saqualio, in imitation of one of Lucian's Dialogues, with several small
Poems on various Occasions.

She had long laboured under the pains of a rheumatism, which had
confined her to her chamber a considerable time before her death, which
happened at Ashton in Devonshire, December 15, 1710, in the 55th year of
her age, and lies buried there without either monument or inscription.

The poetical Works of this Lady consist chiefly in the Song of the Three
Children Paraphrased, some Pindaric Odes, Familiar Epistles, and Songs.
We shall select as a specimen, a Dialogue between Lucinda and Marissa,
occasioned by the death of her Ladyship's Daughter, in the early bloom
of her youth. It is of a very melancholy cast, and expressive of the
grief me must have felt upon that tender occasion. Her ladyship has
informed us in her preface to her poems, that she generally chose
subjects suited to her present temper of mind. 'These pieces (says she)
were the employments of my leisure hours, the innocent amusements of a
solitary life; in them the reader will find a picture of my mind, my
sentiments all laid open to their view; they will sometimes see me
chearful, pleased, sedate, and quiet; at other times, grieving,
complaining, and struggling with my passions, blaming myself,
endeavouring to pay homage to my reason, and resolving for the future
with a decent calmness, an unshaken constancy, and a resigning temper,
to support all the troubles, all the uneasiness of life, and then,
by unexpected emergencies, unforeseen disappointments, sudden, and
surprising turns of fortune, discomposed, and shock'd, 'till I have
rallied my scattered fears, got new strength, and by making unwearied
resistance, gained the better of my afflictions, and restored my mind to
its former tranquility. Would we (continues her ladyship) contract our
desires, and learn to think that only necessary, which nature has made
so; we should be no longer fond of riches, honours, applauses, and
several other things, which are the unhappy occasions of much mischief
to the world; and doubtless, were we so happy as to have a true notion
of the dignity of our nature, of those great things for which we were
designed, and of the duration and felicity of that state to which we are
hastening, we should scorn to stoop to mean actions, and blush at the
thoughts of doing any thing below our character.' In this manner does
our authoress discover her sentiments of piety. We now shall subjoin the
specimen;

DIALOGUE.

MARISSA.

  O my Lucinda! O my dearest friend!
  Must my afflictions never, never end!
  Has Heav'n for me, no pity left in store,
  Must I! O must I ne'er be happy more!
  Philanda's loss had almost broke my heart,
  From her alas! I did but lately part:
  And must there still be new occasions found
  To try my patience, and my soul to wound?
  Must my lov'd daughter too be snatch'd away,
  Must she so soon the call of fate obey?
  In her first dawn, replete with youthful charms,
  She's fled, she's fled, from my deserted arms.
  Long did she struggle, long the war maintain,
  But all th' efforts of life, alas! were vain.
  Could art have saved her, she had still been
  mine,
  Both art and care together did combine:
  But what is proof against the will divine?
  Methinks I still her dying conflict view,
  And the sad sight does all my grief renew;
  Rack'd by convulsive pains, she meekly lies,
  And gazes on me with imploring eyes;
  With eyes which beg relief, but all in vain,
  I see but cannot, cannot ease her pain.
  She must the burden unassisted bear,
  I cannot with her in her tortures share:
  Would they were mine, and me flood easy by;
  For what one loves, sure 'twere not hard to die.
  See how me labours, how me pants for breath,
  She's lovely still, she's sweet, she's sweet in
  death!
  Pale as she is, me beauteous does remain,
  Her closing eyes their lustre still retain:
  Like setting suns with undiminish'd light,
  They hide themselves within the verge of night.
  She's gone, she's gone, she sigh'd her soul away!
  And can I, can I any longer stay?
  My life alas has ever tiresome been,
  And I few happy easy days have seen;
  But now it does a greater burden grow,
  I'll throw it off, and no more sorrow know,
  But with her to calm peaceful regions go.
  Stay, thou dear innocence, retard thy flight,
  O stop thy journey to the realms of light;
  Stay 'till I come: to thee I'll swiftly move,
  Attracted by the strongest passion, love.

LUCINDA.

  No more, no more let me such language hear,
  I can't, I can't the piercing accents bear:
  Each word you utter stabs me to the heart,
  I could from life, not from Marissa part:
  And were your tenderness as great as mine,
  While I were left, you would net thus repine.
  My friends are riches, health, and all to me;
  And while they're mine I cannot wretched be.

MARISSA.

  If I on you could happiness bestow,
  I still the toils of life would undergo,
  Would still contentedly my lot sustain,
  And never more of my hard fate complain:
  But since my life to you will useless prove,
  O let me hasten to the joys above:
  Farewel, farewel, take, take my last adieu,
  May Heaven be more propitious still to you,
  May you live happy when I'm in my grave,
  And no misfortunes, no afflictions have:
  If to sad objects you'll some pity lend
  And give a sigh to an unhappy friend,
  Think of Marissa, and her wretched state,
  How's she's been us'd by her malicious fate;
  Recount those storms which she has long sustain'd,
  And then rejoice that she the part has gain'd;
  The welcome haven of eternal rest,
  Where she shall be for ever, ever bless'd;
  And in her mother's, and her daughter's arms
  Shall meet with new, with unexperienc'd charms,
  O how I long those dear delights to taste;
  Farewel, farewel, my soul is much in haste.
  Come death; and give the kind releasing blow,
  I'm tir'd of life, and overcharg'd with woe:
  In thy cool silent, unmolested shade
  O let me be by their dear relics laid;
  And there with them from all my troubles free,
  Enjoy the blessing of a long tranquillity.

LUCINDA.

  O thou dear sufferer, on my breast recline
  Thy drooping head, and mix thy tears with
  mine:
  Here rest awhile, and make a truce with grief:
  Consider; sorrow brings you no relief.
  In the great play of life, we must not chuse,
  Nor yet the meanest character refuse.
  Like soldiers we our general must obey,
  Must stand our ground, and not to fear give
  way,
  But go undaunted on'till we have won the day.
  Honour is ever the reward of pain,
  A lazy virtue no applause will gain.
  All such as to uncommon heights would rise,
  And on the wings of fame ascend the skies,
  Must learn the gifts of fortune to despise;
  They to themselves their bliss must still confine,
  Must be unmoved, and never once repine:
  But few to this perfection can attain,
  Our passions often will th' ascendant gain,
  And reason but alternately does reign;
  Disguised by pride we sometimes seem to bear
  A haughty port, and scorn to shed a tear;
  While grief within still acts a tragic part,
  And plays the tyrant in the bleeding heart.
  Your sorrow is of the severest kind,
  And can't be wholly to your soul confin'd,
  Losses like yours may be allowed to move
  A gen'rous mind, that knows what 'tis to love.
  These afflictions;--
  Will teach you patience, and the careful skill
  To rule your passions, and command your will;
  To bear afflictions with a steady mind,
  Still to be easy, pleas'd, and still resign'd,
  And look as if you did no inward sorrow find.

MARISSA.

  I know Lucinda this I ought to do,
  But oh! 'tis hard my frailties to subdue;
  My headstrong passions will resistance make,
  And all my firmed resolutions make.
  I for my daughter's death did long prepare,
  And hop'd I should the stroke with temper bear,
  But when it came grief quickly did prevail,
  And I soon found my boasted courage fail:
  Yet still I strove, but 'twas alas! in vain,
  My sorrow did at length th' ascendant gain:
  But I'm resolv'd I will no longer yield;
  By reason led, I'll once more take the field,
  And there from my insulting passions try,
  To gain a full, a glorious victory:
  Which 'till I've done, I never will give o'er
  But still fight on, and think of peace no more;
  With an unwearied courage still contend,
  'Till death, or conquest, doth my labour end.


[Footnote 1: Preface to her Essays.]

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THOMAS CREECH.

This gentleman was born near Sherborne in Dorsetshire, and bred up at
the free school in that town, under Mr. Carganven, a man of eminent
character, to whom in gratitude he inscribes one of the Idylliums of
Theocritus, translated by him. His parents circumstances not being
sufficient to bestow a liberal education upon him, colonel Strangeways,
who was himself a man of taste and literature, took notice of the early
capacity of Creech, and being willing to indulge his violent propensity
to learning, placed him at Wadham College in Oxford, in the 16th year
of his age, anno 1675, being then put under the tuition of two of the
fellows. In the year 1683 he was admitted matter of arts, and
soon elected fellow of All-soul's College; at which time he gave
distinguished proofs of his classical learning, and philosophy, before
those who were appointed his examiners. The first work which brought
our author into reputation, was his translation of Lucretius, which
succeeded so well, that Mr. Creech had a party formed for him, who
ventured to prefer him to Mr. Dryden, in point of genius. Mr. Dryden
himself highly commended his Lucretius, and in his preface to the second
volume of Poetical Miscellanies thus characterises it. 'I now call to
mind what I owe to the ingenious, and learned translator of Lucretius.
I have not here designed to rob him of any part of that commendation,
which he has so justly acquired by the whole author, whose fragments
only fall to my portion. The ways of our translation are very different;
he follows him more closely than I have done, which became an
interpreter to the whole poem. I take more liberty, because it best
suited with my design, which was to make him as pleasing as I could. He
had been too voluminous, had he used my method, in so long a work; and
I had certainly taken his, had I made it my business to translate the
whole. The preference then is justly his; and I join with Mr. Evelyn in
the confession of it, with this additional advantage to him, that his
reputation is already established in this poet; mine is to make its
fortune in the world. If I have been any where obscure in following
our common author; or if Lucretius himself is to be condemned, I refer
myself to his excellent annotations, which I have often read, and always
with some pleasure.'

Many poets of the first class, of those times, addressed Mr. Creech in
commendatory verses, which are prefixed to the translation of Lucretius:
but this sudden blaze of reputation was soon obscured, by his failing
in an arduous task, which the success of his Lucretius prompted him to
attempt. This was a translation of the works of Horace, an author more
diversified, and consequently more difficult than Lucretius. Some have
insinuated, that Mr. Dryden, jealous of his rising fame, and willing
to take advantage of his vanity, in order to sink his reputation,
strenuously urged him to this undertaking, in which he was morally
certain Creech could not succeed. Horace is so, various, so exquisite,
and perfectly delightful, that he who culls flowers in a garden so
replenished with nature's productions, must be well acquainted with her
form, and able to delineate her beauties. In this attempt Creech failed,
and a shade was thrown over his reputation, which continued to obscure
it to the end of his life. It is from this circumstance alleged, that
Mr. Creech contracted a melancholy, and moroseness of temper, which
occasioned the disinclination of many towards him, and threw him into
habits of recluseness, and discontent. To this some writers likewise
impute the rash attempt on his own life, which he perpetrated at Oxford,
in 1701. This act of suicide could not be occasioned by want, for Mr.
Jacob tells us, that just before that accident, he had been presented by
the college to the living of Welling in Hertfordshire. Mr. Barnard
in his Nouvelles de la Republiques de Lettres, assigns another cause
besides the diminution of his fame, which might occasion this disastrous
fate. Mr. Creech, though a melancholy man, was yet subject to the
passion of love. It happened that he fixed his affections on a lady who
had either previously engaged hers, or who could not bestow them upon
him; this disappointment, which was a wound to his pride, so affected
his mind, that, unable any longer to support a load of misery, he hanged
himself in his own chamber. Which ever of these causes induced him,
the event was melancholy, and not a little heightened by his being a
clergyman, in whose heart religion should have taken deeper root, and
maintained a more salutary influence, than to suffer him thus to stain
his laurels with his own blood.

Mr. Creech's works, besides his Lucretius already mentioned, are chiefly
these,

The Second Elegy of Ovid's First Book of Elegies. The 6th, 7th, 8th, and
12th Elegies of Ovid's Second Book of Elegies. The 2d and 3d Eclogue of
Virgil. The Story of Lucretia, from Ovid de Fastis. B. ii. The Odes,
Satires, and Epistles of Horace already mentioned, dedicated to John
Dryden, esq; who is said to have held it in great contempt, which gave
such a shock to Mr. Creech's pride. The author in his preface to
this translation has informed us, that he had not an ear capable of
distinguishing one note in music, which, were there no other, was a
sufficient objection against his attempting the most musical poet in any
language.

The same year he published his Translation of the Idylliums of
Theocritus, with Rapin's Discourse on Pastorals, as also the Life of
Phelopidas, from the Latin of Cornelius Nepos.

In Dryden's Translation of Juvenal and Persius, Mr. Creech did the 13th
Satire of Juvenal, and subjoined Notes. He also translated into English,
the verses before Mr. Quintenay's Compleat Gardiner. The Life of Solon,
from the Greek of Plutarch. Laconic Apophthegms, or Remarkable Sayings
of the Spartans, printed in the first Volume of Plutarch's Morals.
A Discourse concerning Socrates's Dæmon. The two First Books of the
Symposiacs.

These are the works of Mr. Creech: A man of such parts and learning,
according to the accounts of all who have written of him, that, had he
not by the last act of his life effaced the merit of his labours, he
would have been an ornament as well to the clerical profession, as his
country in general. He well understood the ancients, had an unusual
penetration in discovering their beauties, and it appears by his own
translation of Lucretius, how elegantly he could cloath them in an
English attire. His judgment was solid; he was perfectly acquainted with
the rules of criticism, and he had from nature an extraordinary genius.
However, he certainly over-rated his importance, or at lead his friends
deceived him, when they set him up as a rival to Dryden! but if he was
inferior to that great man in judgment, and genius, there were few of
the same age to whom he needed yield the palm. Had he been content to be
reckoned only the second, instead of the first genius of the times, he
might have lived happy, and died regreted and reverenced, but like Cæsar
of old, who would rather be the lord of a little village, than the
second man in Rome, his own ambition overwhelmed him.

We shall present the reader with a few lines from the second Book of
Lucretius, as a specimen of our author's versification, by which it will
be found how much he fell short of Dryden in point of harmony, though he
seems to have been equal to any other poet, who preceded Dryden, in that
particular.

  'Tis pleasant, when the seas are rough, to stand,
  And view another's danger, safe at land:
  Not 'cause he's troubled, but 'tis sweet to see
  Those cares and fears, from which our selves are free.
  'Tis also pleasant to behold from far
  How troops engage, secure ourselves from war.
  But above all, 'tis pleasantest to get
  The top of high philosophy, and sit
  On the calm, peaceful, flourishing head of it:
  Whence we may view, deep, wondrous deep below,
  How poor mistaken mortals wand'ring go,
  Seeking the path to happiness: some aim
  At learning, wit, nobility, or fame:
  Others with cares and dangers vex each hour
  To reach the top of wealth, and sov'reign pow'r:
  Blind wretched man! in what dark paths of strife
  We walk this little journey of our life!
  While frugal nature seeks for only ease;
  A body free from pains, free from disease;
  A mind from cares and jealousies at peace.
  And little too is needful to maintain
  The body sound in health, and free from pain:
  Not delicates, but such as may supply
  Contented nature's thrifty luxury:
  She asks no more. What tho' no boys of gold
  Adorn the walls, and sprightly tapers hold,
  Whose beauteous rays, scatt'ring the gawdy light,
  Might grace the feast, and revels of the night:
  What tho' no gold adorns; no music's sound
  With double sweetness from the roofs rebound;
  Yet underneath a loving myrtle's shade,
  Hard by a purling stream supinely laid,
  When spring with fragrant flow'rs the earth has spread,
  And sweetest roses grow around our head;
  Envy'd by wealth and pow'r, with small expence
  We may enjoy the sweet delights of sense.
  Who ever heard a fever tamer grown
  In cloaths embroider'd o'er, and beds of down.
  Than in coarse rags?
  Since then such toys as these
  Contribute nothing to the body's ease,
  As honour, wealth, and nobleness of blood,
  'Tis plain they likewise do the mind no good:
  If when thy fierce embattell'd troops at land
  Mock-fights maintain; or when thy navies Hand
  In graceful ranks, or sweep the yielding seas,
  If then before such martial fights as these,
  Disperse not all black jealousies and cares,
  Vain dread of death, and superstitious fears
  Not leave thy mind; but if all this be vain,
  If the same cares, and dread, and fears remain,
  If Traytor-like they seize thee on the throne,
  And dance within the circle of a crown;
  If noise of arms, nor darts can make them fly,
  Nor the gay sparklings of the purple dye.
  If they on emperors will rudely seize,
  What makes us value all such things as these,
  But folly, and dark ignorance of happiness?
  For we, as boys at night, by day do fear
  Shadows as vain, and senseless as those are.
  Wherefore that darkness, which o'erspreads our fouls,
  Day can't disperse; but those eternal rules,
  Which from firm premises true reason draws,
  And a deep insight into nature's laws.

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ARTHUR MAYNWARING, Esq;

A Gentleman distinguished both for poetry and politics, as well as the
gay accomplishments of life. He was born at Ightfield, in the year 1668,
and educated at the grammar-school at Shrewsbury, where he remained
four or five years; and at about seventeen years of age, was removed to
Christ's Church in Oxford, under the tuition of Mr. George Smalridge,
afterwards bishop of Bristol. After he removed from Oxford, he went
into Cheshire, where he lived several years with his uncle, Mr. Francis
Cholmondley, a gentleman of great integrity and honour; but by a
political prejudice, very averse to the government of William the IIId,
to whom he refused to take the oaths, and instilled anti-revolution
principles into his nephew,[1] who embraced them warmly; and on his
first entry into life, reduced to practice what he held in speculation.
He wrote several pieces in favour of James the IId's party: amongst
which was a Panegyric on that King. He wrote another intitled the King
of Hearts, to ridicule lord Delamere's entry into London, at his first
coming to town after the revolution. This poem was said to be Dryden's,
who was charged with it by Mr. Tonson; but he disowned it, and told him
it was written by an ingenious young gentleman, named Maynwaring, then
about twenty two years of age.

When our author was introduced to the acquaintance of the duke of
Somerset, and the earls of Dorset, and Burlington, he began to entertain
(says Oldmixon) very different notions of politics: Whether from the
force of the arguments made use of by those noblemen; or, from a
desire of preferment, which he plainly saw lay now upon the revolution
interest, cannot be determined; but he espoused the Whig ministry, as
zealously as he had formerly struggled for the exiled monarch.

Our author studied the law till he was five or six and twenty years
old, about which time his father died, and left him an estate of near
eight-hundred pounds a year, but so incumbred, that the interest money
amounted to almost as much as the revenue. Upon the conclusion of the
peace of Ryswick, he went to Paris, where he became acquainted with
Monsieur Boileau, who invited him to his country house, entertained him
very elegantly, and spoke much to him of the English poetry, but all by
way of enquiry; for he affected to be as ignorant of the English Muse,
as if our nation had been as barbarous as the Laplanders.

A gentleman, a friend of Mr. Maynwaring, visiting him some time after,
upon the death of Mr. Dryden 'Boileau, said that he was wonderfully
pleased to see by the public papers, that the English nation had paid so
extraordinary honours to one of their poets, burying him at the public
charge;' and then asked the gentleman who that poet was, with as much
indifference as if he had never heard Dryden's name; which he could no
more be unacquainted with, than our country was with his; for he often
frequented lord Montague's house, when he was embassador in France, and
being also an intimate friend of Monsieur De la Fontaine, who had spent
some time in England, it was therefore impossible he could be ignorant
of the fame of Dryden; but it is peculiar to that nation to hold all
others in contempt. The French would as fain monopolize wit, as the
wealth and power of Europe; but thanks to the arms and genius of
Britain, they have attempted both the one and the other without success.

Boileau's pretending not to know Dryden, to use the words of Milton,
'argued himself unknown.' But perhaps a reason may be assigned, why the
wits of France affected a contempt for Mr. Dryden, which is this. That
poet, in many of his Prefaces and Dedications, has unanswerably shewn,
that the French writers are really deficient in point of genius;' that
the correctness for which they are remarkable, and that even pace which
they maintain in all their dramatic compositions, is a proof that they
are not capable of sublime conceptions; that they never rise to any
degree of elevation, and are in truth uninspired by the muses:--Judgment
they may have to plan and conduct their designs; but few French poets
have ever found the way of writing to the heart. Have they attained the
sublime height of Shakespear, the tenderness of Otway, or the pomp of
Rowe? and yet these are names which a French versifier will pretend,
with an air of contempt, never to have heard of.

The truth is, our poets have lately done the French too much honour, by
translating their pieces, and bringing them on the stage; as if our own
stock was exhausted and the British genius had failed: But it is some
satisfaction that these attempts seem now to be discouraged; we have
seen a late play of theirs (we call it a play, for it was neither a
tragedy nor a comedy) translated by a languid poet of our own, received
with the coolness it deserved.

But to return to Mr. Maynwaring. Upon his arrival in England, from
France, he was made one of the commissioners of the customs, in which
post he distinguished himself by his skill and fidelity. Of the latter
of these qualities we have an instance, in his treatment of a man, who
sollicited to be a tide-waiter: Somebody had told him that his best way
to succeed would be to make a present. The advice had been perhaps
good enough if he had not mistaken his man. For understanding that
Mr. Maynwaring had the best interest at the board of any of the
commissioners, with the lords of the treasury; he sent him a letter,
with a purse of fifty-guineas, desiring his favour towards obtaining the
place he sollicited: Afterwards he delivered a petition to the board,
which was read, and several of the commissioners having spoke to it, Mr.
Maynwaring took out the purse of fifty guineas, and the letter, telling
them that as long as he could prevent it, that man should never have
this, or any other place in the revenue[2].

Mr. Maynwaring was admitted a member of the Kit-Kat Club, and was
considered as one of the chief ornaments of it, by his pleasantry and
wit.

In the beginning of queen Anne's reign, lord treasurer Godolphin,
engaged Mr. Donne, to quit the office of auditor of the imprests, his
lordship paying him several thousand pounds for his doing it, and he
never let Mr. Maynwaring know what he was doing for him, till he made
him a present of a patent for that office, worth about two-thousand
pounds a year in time of business. In the Parliament which met in 1705,
our author was chosen a burgess for Preston in Lancashire[3].

He had a considerable share in the Medley, and was author of several
other pieces, of which we shall presently give some account.

He died at St. Albans, November the 13th, 1712, having some time before
made his will; in which he left Mrs. Oldfield, the celebrated actress
his executrix, by whom he had a son, named Arthur Maynwaring. He divided
his estate pretty equally between that child, Mrs. Oldfield, and his
sister; Mr. Oldmixon tells us, that Mr. Maynwaring loved this actress,
for nine or ten years before his death, with the strongest passion:
It was in some measure owing to his instructions that she became so
finished a player; for he understood the action of the stage as well
as any man, and took great pleasure to see her excell in it. He wrote
several Prologues and Epilogues for her, and would always hear her
rehearse them in private, before she spoke them on the stage. His
friends of both sexes quarrelled with him for his attachment to her, and
so much resented it, that Mrs. Oldfield frequently remonstrated to him,
that it was for his honour and interest to break off the intrigue: which
frankness and friendship of hers, did, as he often confessed, but engage
him the more firmly; and all his friends at last gave over importuning
him to leave her, as she gained more and more upon him.

In honour of our author, Mr. Oldmixon observes, that he had an
abhorrence of those that swore, or talked profanely in conversation.
He looked upon it as a poor pretence to wit, and never excused it in
himself or others.--I have already observed, that our author had a
share in the Medley, a paper then set up in favour of the Hanoverian
succession, in which he combats the Examiner, who wrote on the opposite,
or, at least, the High-Church Interest.

He also wrote the following pieces.

1. Remarks on a late Romance, intitled the Memorial of the Church of
England, or the History of the Ten Champions.

2. A Translation of the second Ode, of the first book of Horace.

3. A Translation of the fifth Book of Ovid's Metamorphoses.

4. A Character of the new Ministers, 1710.

5. Several Songs, Poems, Prologues and Epilogues.

6. There was a Manuscript given him to peruse, which contained Memoirs
of the duke of Marlborough's famous march to Blenheim: It was written by
a chaplain of the duke's, with great exactness as to the incidents, but
was defective in form. Mr. Maynwaring was desired to alter and improve
it, which he found too difficult a task; but being greatly pleased with
the particular account of all that pass'd in that surprizing march,
he resolved that it should not be lost, and to give it a new and more
perfect form himself, by reducing a kind of diary into a regular
history. These papers fell into the hands of Sir Richard Steel.

7. A Translation of part of Tully's Offices.

8. Four Letters to a Friend in North-Britain, written upon the
publishing Dr. Sacheveral's Trial.

9. The History of Hannibal, and Hanno, from the best authors: In this
piece he is supposed to intend by Hannibal, the duke of Marlborough; by
Hanno, the lord treasurer Oxford, by Valerius Flaccus, count Tallard,
and by Asdrubal, Dr. Robinson, bishop of Bristol.

10. The Speech of Alcibiades to the Athenians, printed in the
Whig-Examiner, Numb. 3.

11. The French King's Promise to the Pretender.

12. A Short Account, and Defence of the Barrier Treaty.

13. Remarks upon the present Negotiation of Peace, begun between
Great-Britain and France.

14. The Bewdley Cafe.

15. He had a considerable hand in a Letter to a High-Churchman.

16. He revived and published a treatise called Bouchain, in a Dialogue
between the Medley and the Examiner, about the management of the war in
1711.

17. He wrote a Letter to the Free-holders, a little before the election
of the new Parliament.

18. He had a great hand in a pamphlet, entitled the British Academy,
wherein he rallied Dr. Swift's Letter to the lord treasurer Oxford,
about altering the English language.

19. The Letter from Doway, was written by him, or some friend of his,
with his assistance.

These are chiefly the works of Maynwaring, who was a gentleman of
genius, and appears to have been a good-natur'd honest man. His moral
life has only been blamed for his intrigue with Mrs. Oldfield; but I
am persuaded when the accomplishments of that lady are remembered, (so
bright) is employed in the composition of one book, a bookseller may
publish twenty; so that in the very nature of things, a bookseller
without oppression, a crime which by unsuccessful writers is generally
imputed to them, may grow rich, while the most industrious and able
author can arrive at no more than a decent competence: and even to that,
many a great genius has never attained.

No sooner had Mr. Head a little recovered himself, than we find him
cheated again by the syren alurements of pleasure and poetry, in the
latter of which, however, it does not appear he made any proficiency.
He failed a second time, in the world, and having recourse to his pen,
wrote the first part of the English Rogue, which being too libertine,
could not be licensed till he had expunged some of the most luscious
descriptions out of it.

Mr. Winstanley, p. 208, has informed us, that at the coming out of this
first part, he was with him at the Three Cup tavern in Holborn drinking
a glass of Rhenish, and made these verses upon him,

  What Gusman, Buscan, Francion, Rablais writ,
  I once applauded for most excellent wit;
  But reading thee, and thy rich fancy's store,
  I now condemn, what I admir'd before.
  Henceforth translations pack away, be gone,
  No Rogue so well writ, as the English one.

We cannot help observing, that Winstanley has a little ridiculously
shewn his vanity, by informing the world, that he could afford to drink
a glass of Rhenish; and has added nothing to his reputation by the
verses, which have neither poetry nor wit in them.


[Footnote 1: Oldmixon's Life of Maynwaring.]

[Footnote 2: Life, p. xviii. xix.]

[Footnote 3: Ibid. p. xxii.]

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The HON. Mrs. MONK.

This Lady was the daughter of the Right Hon. the Lord Molesworth, a
nobleman of Ireland, and wife of George Monk, Esq; By the force of her
natural genius, she learnt the Latin, Italian, and Spanish tongues, and
by a constant reading of the best authors in those languages, became so
great a proficient, especially in poetry, that she wrote many pieces
that were deemed worthy of publication, and soon after her death, were
printed and published with the following title, Marinda. Poems, and
Translations upon several occasions, printed in London, 1716. The book
is addressed to her Royal Highness Carolina Princess of Wales, in a
long dedication, dated March 26, 1716, written by her father, who thus
affectionately speaks of the poems and their author.

'Most of them (says he) are the product of the leisure hours of a young
gentlewoman lately deceased; who in a remote country retirement, without
omitting the daily care due to a large family, not only perfectly
acquired the several languages here made use of; but the good morals and
principles contained in those books, so as to put them in practice, as
well during her life and languishing sickness, as the hour of her death;
in short she died not only like a Christian, but a Roman lady, and so
became at once the object of the grief, and comfort of her relations. As
much as I am obliged to be sparing in commending what belongs to me, I
cannot forbear thinking some of these circumstances uncommon enough to
be taken notice of: I loved her more, because she deserved it, than
because she was mine, and I cannot do greater honour to her memory, than
by consecrating her labours, or rather diversion to your Royal Highness,
as we found most of them in her escrutore, after her death, written with
her own hand, little expecting, and as little desiring the public should
have any opportunity, either of applauding or condemning them.'

Mr. Jacob tells us, that these Poems and Translations, shew the true
spirit, and numbers of poetry, a delicacy of turn, and justness of
thought and expression. They consist of Ecclogues; the Masque of the
Virtues against Love, from Guarini; some translations from the French
and Italians; Familiar Epistles, Odes and Madrigals.

Her poetry has great warmth, and tenderness of sentiment. The following
Epitaph on a lady of pleasure, was written by her,

  O'er this marble drop a tear,
  Here lies fair Rosalinde,
  All mankind was pleas'd with her,
  And she with all mankind.

And likewise this Epigram upon another lady of the same character.

  Chloe, her gossips entertains,
  With stories of her child-bed pains,
  And fiercely against Hymen rails:
  But Hymen's not so much to blame;
  She knows, unless her memory fails,
  E'er she was wed, 'twas much the same.

The following verses, which breathe a true spirit of tenderness, were
written by her, on her death-bed at Bath, when her husband was in
London,

  Thou, who dost all my worldly thoughts employ,
  Thou pleasing source of all my earthly joy:
  Thou tenderest husband, and thou best of friends,
  To thee, this first, this last adieu I send.
  At length the conqueror death asserts his right,
  And will forever veil me from thy sight.
  He wooes me to him, with a chearful grace;
  And not one terror clouds his meagre face.
  He promises a lasting rest from pain;
  And shews that all life's fleeting joys are vain.
  Th' eternal scenes of Heaven he sets in view,
  And tells me, that no other joys are true.
  But love, fond love, would yet resist his power;
  Would fain a-while defer the parting hour:
  He brings the mourning image to my eyes,
  And would obstruct my journey to the skies.
  But say thou dearest, thou unwearied friend;
  Say should'st thou grieve to see my sorrows end?
  Thou know'st a painful pilgrimage I have past,
  And should'st thou grieve, that rest is come at last;
  Rather rejoice to see me shake off life,
  And die as I have liv'd, thy faithful wife.

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Mr. THOMAS BROWN.

This humorous poet was the son of a considerable Farmer of Shiffnall,
in Shropshire, and educated at Newport-school in that county, under the
reverend and learned Dr. Edwards, a gentleman who had the honour to
qualify many persons of distinction for the university. Under the
tuition of this master, he attained a knowledge of the Latin, Greek,
French, Italian, and Spanish languages, and his exercises were generally
so well performed, that the Dr. was filled with admiration of his parts.
From Newport school he removed to Christ's-Church College in Oxford, and
distinguished himself there for his easy attainments in literature; but
some little irregularities of his life would not suffer him to
continue long at the university. It is probable he became sick of that
discipline, which they who spend their life in the recluseness of a
college, are in some measure obliged to submit to. The father of Mr.
Brown, who intended to have him educated to some profession, was not
made acquainted with his design of quitting the university, and having
remitted him a sum of money, to be appropriated for the promotion of his
studies, his son thought proper to defeat his kind intentions. With this
money, our author plann'd a scheme of going to London, which he soon
after executed, not very advantageously.--'My first business, says he,
was to apply myself to those few friends I had there, who conjecturing
I had left the university, exclusive of my father's knowledge, gave but
slender encouragement to a young beginner. However, no whit daunted (my
first resolution still standing by me) I launched forth into the world,
committing myself to the mercy of fortune, and the uncertain temper of
the town. I soon acquired a new set of acquaintance; and began to have
a relish of what I had only tasted before by hearsay; and indeed, every
thing served to convince me, I had changed for the better, except that
my slender subsistance began to waste extremely; and ruminating upon the
difficulty of obtaining a supply, I was then laid under the necessity
of thinking what course to steer. I knew how justly I had incurred the
displeasure of an indulgent father, and how far I had put myself from
retrieving his favour. Amidst this serious contemplation! I resolved to
go through stitch with my enterprize, let what will come on't: However,
that I might use discretion, to palliate an unforeseen event, I
determined 'twere better to trust to the flexibility of a father's
temper, than to lay too great a stress upon the humanity of fortune,
who would let a man of morals starve if he depended on her favours.
Therefore, without more ado (having taken my sorrowful leave of my last
guinea, and reduced Carolus Secundus, from a whole number, to decimal
fractions) I dispatched a letter into the country, full of excuse, and
penitence, baited with all the submissive eloquence imaginable. In the
mean time, I was no less sedulous to find out some employment, that
might suit with my genius, and with my dependencies at home, render my
life easy.'

Whether his father was touched by the epistle which our author in
consequence of this resolution wrote to him, we cannot ascertain, as
there is no mention made of it. Soon after this, we find him school
master of Kingston upon Thames, and happy for him, had he continued in
that more certain employment, and not have so soon exchanged it for
beggary and reputation. Mr. Brown, impatient of a recluse life, quitted
the school, and came again to London; and as he found his old companions
more delighted with his wit, than ready to relieve his necessities, he
had recourse to scribbling for bread, which he performed with various
success. Dr. Drake, who has written a defence of our author's character,
prefixed to his works, informs us, that the first piece which brought
him into reputation, was an account of the conversion of Mr. Bays, in a
Dialogue, which met with a reception suitable to the wit, spirit, and
learning of it. But though this raised his fame, yet it added very
little to his profit: For, though it made his company exceedingly
coveted, and might have recommended him to the great, as well as to
the ingenious, yet he was of a temper not to chuse his acquaintance by
interest, and slighted such an opportunity of recommending himself to
the powerful and opulent, as, if wisely improved, might have procured
him dignities and preferments. The stile of this dialogue, was like that
of his ordinary conversation, lively and facetious. It discovered no
small erudition, but managed with a great deal of humour, in a burlesque
way; which make both the reasoning and the extensive reading, which are
abundantly shewn in it, extremely surprizing and agreeable. The same
manner and humour runs through all his writings, whether Dialogues,
Letters, or Poems.

The only considerable objection, which the critics have made to his
works is, that they want delicacy. But in answer to this, it may be
affirmed, that there is as much refinement in his works, as the nature
of humorous satire, which is the chief beauty of his compositions, will
admit; for, as satire requires strong ideas, the language will sometimes
be less polished. But the delicacy so much demanded, by softening the
colours weakens the drawing. Mr. Brown has been charged with inequality
in his writings: which is inseparable from humanity.

Our author's letters, though written carelesly to private friends, bear
the true stamp and image of a genius. The variety of his learning may be
seen in the Lacedaemonian Mercury, where abundance of critical questions
of great nicety, are answered with much solidity and judgment, as
well as wit, and humour. But that design exposing him too much to the
scruples of the grave and reserved, as well as to the censure, and
curiosity of the impertinent, he soon discontinued it. Besides, as this
was a periodical work, he who was totally without steadiness, was very
ill qualified for such an undertaking. When the press called upon him
for immediate supply, he was often found debauching himself at a tavern,
and by excessive drinking unable to perform his engagements with the
public, by which no doubt the work considerably suffered.

But there is yet another reason why Mr. Brown has been charged with
inequality in his writings, viz. that most of the anonymous pieces which
happened to please the town, were fathered upon him. This, though in
reality an injury to him, is yet a proof of the universality of his
reputation, when whatever pleased from an unknown hand was ascribed
to him; but by these means he was reputed the writer of many things
unworthy of him. In poetry he was not the author of any long piece, for
he was quite unambitious of reputation of that kind. They are generally
Odes, Satires, and Epigrams, and are certainly not the best part of his
works. His Translations in Prose are many, and of various kinds. His
stile is strong and masculine; and if he was not so nice in the choice
of his authors, as might be expected from a man of his taste, he must be
excused; for he performed his translations as a talk, prescribed him
by the Booksellers, from whom he derived his chief support. It was the
misfortune of our author to appear on the stage of the world, when
fears, and jealousies had soured the tempers of men, and politics, and
polemics, had almost driven mirth and good nature out of the nation:
so that the careless gay humour, and negligent chearful wit, which
in former days of tranquility, would have recommended him to the
conversation of princes, was, in a gloomy period, lost upon a people
incapable of relishing genuine humour.

An anonymous author who has given the world some account of Mr. Brown,
observes, 'that it was not his immorality that hindered him from
climbing to the top of poetry, and preferment; but that he had a
particular way of sinning to himself. To speak in plain English (says
he) Tom Brown had less the spirit of a gentleman than the rest of
the Wits, and more of a Scholar. Tom thought himself as happy with a
retailer of damnation in an obscure hole, as another to have gone to
the devil with all the splendour of a fine equipage. 'Twas not the
brightness of Caelia's eyes, nor her gaudy trappings that attracted his
heart. Cupid might keep his darts to himself; Tom always carried his
fire about him. If he had but a mouth, two eyes, and a nose, he never
enquired after the regularity of her dress, or features. He always
brought a good stomach with him, and used but little ceremony in the
preface. As of his mistresses, so he was very negligent in the choice of
his companions, who were sometimes mean and despicable, a circumstance
which never fails to ruin a man's reputation. He was of a lazy temper,
and the Booksellers who gave him credit enough as to his capacity, had
no confidence to put in his diligence. The same gentleman informs us,
that though Tom Brown was a good-natured man, yet he had one pernicious
quality, which eternally procured him enemies, and that was, rather to
lose his friend, than his joke.

One of his lampoons had almost cost him a procession at the cart's tail;
nor did he either spare friend or foe, if the megrim of abuse once
seized him. He had a particular genius for scandal, and dealt it out
liberally when he could find occasion. He is famed for being the author
of a Libel, fixed one Sunday morning on the doors of Westminster-abbey,
and many others, against the clergy and quality. As for religion, Brown
never professed any, and used to say, that he understood the world
better than to have the imputation of righteousness laid to his charge:
and the world, to be even with him, really thought him an Atheist. But
though Brown never made any professions of religion, yet it proceeded
more from affectation than conviction. When he came upon his death-bed,
he expressed remorse for his past life, and discovered at that period,
sentiments which he had never before suffered to enter his mind. This
penitential behaviour, in the opinion of some, was the occasion why all
his brethren neglected him, and did not bestow on his memory one elegiac
song, nor any of the rites of verse. We find no encomiums upon him, but
what appeared in a Grubstreet Journal, which, however, are much superior
to what was usually to be found there.

  ----A mournful muse from Albion swains produce,
  Sad as the song a gloomy genius chuse,
  In artful numbers let his wit be shewn,
  And as he sings of Doron's speak his own;
  Such be the bard, for only such is fit,
  To trace pale Doron thro' the fields of wit.

Towards the latter end of our author's life, we are informed by Mr.
Jacob, that he was in favour with the earl of Dorset, who invited him to
dinner on a Christmas-day, with Mr. Dryden, and some other gentlemen,
celebrated for ingenuity, (according to his lordship's usual custom)
when Mr. Brown, to his agreeable surprize, found a Bank Note of 50 l.
under his plate, and Mr. Dryden at the same time was presented with
another of 100 l. Acts of munificence of this kind were very common with
that generous spirited nobleman.

Mr. Brown died in the year 1704, and was interred in the Cloyster of
Westminster-abbey, near the remains of Mrs. Behn, with whom he was
intimate in his life-time. His whole works consisting of Dialogues,
Essays, Declamations, Satires, Letters from the Dead to the Living,
Translations, Amusements, &c. were printed in 4 vol. 12mo, 1707. In
order that the reader may conceive a true idea of the spirit and humour,
as well as of the character of Tom Brown, we shall here insert an
Imaginary Epistle, written from the Shades to his Friends among the
Living; with a copy of Verses representing the Employment of his
poetical Brethren in that fancied Region.

TOM. BROWN to his Friends among the Living.

GENTLEMEN,

I bear it with no little concern to find myself so soon forgot among ye;
I have paid as constant attendance to post-hours, in expectation to hear
from ye, as a hungry Irish Man (at twelve) to a three-penny ordinary, or
a decayed beau for nice eating to a roasting-cock's. No amorous-keeping
fool, banished from his Chloris in town, to his country solitude, has
waited with greater impatience for a kind epistle from her, than I for
one from you. I have searched all private packets, and examined every
straggling ghost that came from your parts, without being able to get
the least intelligence of your affairs. This is the third since my
arrival in these gloomy regions, and I can give myself no reason why I
have received none in answer, unless the packet-boat has been taken
by the French, or that so little time has quite excluded me from your
memories. In my first I gave you an account of my journey hither, and my
reception among the ingenious in these gloomy regions.

I arrived on the Banks of Acheron, and found Charon scooping his wherry,
who seeing me approach him, bid me sit down a little, for he had been
hard worked lately, and could not go with a single passenger: I was
willing enough to embrace the proposal, being much fatigued and weary.
Having finished what he was about, he cast his rueful aspect up to
the clouds, and demonstrating from thence (as I suppose) it was near
dinner-time, he took from out a locker or cupboard in the stern of his
pinnace, some provender pinned up in a clean linnen clout, and a jack of
liquor, and fell too without the least shew of ceremony, unless indeed
it were to offer me the civility of partaking with him. He muttered
something to himself, which might be grace as far as I know; but if it
were, 'twas as short as that at an Auction-dinner, nor did he devour
what was before him with less application than I have seen some there.
For my part, I could not but contemplate on his shaggy locks, his
wither'd sun-burnt countenance, together with the mightiness and
sanctity of his beard; but above all, his brawny chopt knuckles employed
my attention: In short, having satisfied the cormorant in his guts,
he had time to ask me what country-man I was? to which I submissively
answered, an English-man: O, says he, those English-men are merry
rogues, and love mischief; I have sometimes a diverting story from
thence: What news have you brought with you? truly I told his highness
I came away a little dissatisfied, and had not made any remarks on the
world for some time before my death; and for news I had not leisure to
bring any thing of moment. But ere we had talked much more, we saw
two other passengers approach us, who, by their often turning to one
another, and their laying down arguments with their hands, seemed to be
in warm debate together; which was as we conjectured; for when they
drew nearer to us, they proved to be a termagant High-Flyer, and a
puritanical Scripturian, a fiery Scotchman: Occasional Conformity was
their subject; for I heard the Scot tell him 'twas all popery, downright
popery, and that the inquisition in Spain was christianity to it, by
retarding the sons of grace from partaking of the gifts of the Lord; he
said it was the building of Babel, and they were confounded in the works
of their hands by the confusion of tongues; such crys, says he, went
forth before the desolation of the great city.

Thou the son of grace, says the other, thou art a son of Satan, and hast
preached up iniquity; ye are the evil tares, and the land can never
prosper 'till ye are rooted out from among the good corn.

Thou art an inventer of lies, said the disciple of John Calvin, and the
truth is not in thee; ye are bloody minded wretches, and your fury is
the only sign of your religion, as the steeple is to the church; your
organs are the prophane tinkling of the cimbals of Satan, that tickle
the ears with vanity.

Thus the dispute lasted till they came to us, and getting into the boat,
they jostled for preeminence, which might have proved a sharp conflict,
had not the old fellow took up a stretcher and parted them. After which
we parted peaceably over to the other side: being-landed, the Scot and I
took our way together, and left the furious churchman to vent his spleen
by himself. We had not travelled long before we came to a populous
village, where, from the various multitude, our eyes encountered at a
distance, we might easily conjecture that something more than ordinary
had gathered them together in that manner; it resembled (as near as
I can describe it) that famous place called Sherrick-fair, or a
Staffordshire-Wake. While we were applying our admiration that way, we
arrived at a small hut erected for that purpose, where Nero the tyrant,
like a blind fiddler, was surrounded by a confused tribe of all sorts
and sexes, like another Orpheus among the beasts.

The various remarks I made (some dancing, some prancing; some clapping,
some knapping; some drinking, some winking; some kissing, some pissing;
some reeling, some stealing) urged my curiosity to enquire for what
it was possible those noble sports might be ordained, and was soon
satisfied it was the Anniversary Feast of their Great Lady Proserpine's
birth-day. But these things that I took to be diverting, so elevated the
spleen of my Puritan companion, that he began loudly to exclaim against
those prophane exercises: he said, they were impure, and lifted up
the mind to lewdness; that those that followed them, were the sons of
Belial, and wore the mark of the beast in their foreheads. I endeavoured
to pacify the sanctified brother, by putting him in mind where we were,
and that his rashness might draw us into danger, being in a strange
place; but all was in vain, I but stirred up his fury more; for, turning
his rebukes upon me, he told me, I was myself one of the wicked, and did
rejoice in my heart at the deeds of darkness: no, says he, I will not be
pacified, I will roar aloud to drown their incantations; yea, I will set
out a throat even as the beast that belloweth! so that perceiving the
mob gather about him, I thought it prudence to steal off, and leave him
to the fury of those, whose displeasure he was about to incur.

I had not gone far, but I 'spied two brawney champions at a rubbers
of cuffs, which by the dexterity of their head's, hands, and heels,
I judged could be no other than Englishmen: nor were my sentiments
groundless, for presently I heard the mob cry out, O! rare Jo! O! rare
Jo! and attentively Surveying the combatants, I found it to be the merry
Jo Haynes, fallen out with Plowden the famous Lawyer, about a game
at Nine-holes; and that shout had proclaimed Joe victorious. I was
something scrupulous of renewing my acquaintance, not knowing how the
conqueror, in the midst of his success, might use me for making bold
with his character in my letters from the read; though I felt a secret
desire to discover myself, yet prudence withstood my inclination, 'till
a more convenient season might so that I brushed off to a place where I
saw a concourse of the better sort of people; there I found Millington
the famous Auctioneer, among a crowd of Lawyers, Physicians, Scholars,
Poets, Critics, Booksellers, &c. exercising his old faculty; for which,
gentlemen, he is as particularly famed in these parts, as Herostratus
for firing the famous Temple, or Barthol Swarts, for the invention of
Gunpowder. He is head journey-man to Ptolemy, who keeps a Bookseller's
shop here, and rivals even Jacob Tonson in reputation among the great
wits.

But most of all I was obliged to admire my friend Millington, who, by
his powerful knack of eloquence, to the wonder of the whole company,
sold Cave's Lives of the Fathers to Solomon the Magnificent, and the
Scotch Directory to the Priests of the Sun; nay, he sold-Archbishop
Laud's Life to Hugh Peters, Hob's Leviathan to Pope Boniface, and pop'd
Bunyan's Works upon Bellarmine for a piece of unrevealed Divinity; After
the sale was over, I took an opportunity of making myself known to him,
who caressed me with all the freedom imaginable, asking me, how long
I had been in these parts? and what news from the other world? and a
thousand particular questions about his old friends; to all which I
responded as well as I could: and having given me a caution to avoid
some people, by whom I was threatened, for exposing them in my letters,
we went to take a bottle together.

Now I presume, gentlemen, you will conclude it high time for me to take
my leave; nor shall I tire your patience much longer, only permit me
to give ye the trouble of some particular services to those honest
gentlemen whose generosity gave me the reputation of a funeral above
what I e'er expected, especially to Dr. S----t for bestowing the ground
I never frequented, to Dr. Garth and the rest for the charge of a hearse
and mourning coaches, which I could not have desired, and to Dr. D----ke
for designing me a monument I know the world will reflect I never
deserved; but for that, let my works testify for me. And though ye are
satisfied my genius was never over-fruitful in the product of verse,
yet knowing these favours require something a little uncommon to make a
suitable return, I shall take my leave in metre, and, if contrary to my
opinion, it meets with a kind acceptance from the town, honest Sam. may
clap it in the next edition of the State Poems, with Buckingham's name
to it.

  When a scurvy disease had lain hold of my carcase,
  And death to my chamber was mounting the stair-case.
  I call'd to remembrance the sins I'd committed,
  Repented, and thought I'd for Heaven been fitted;
  But alas! there is still an old proverb to cross us,
  I found there no room for the sons of Parnassus;
  And therefore contented like others to fare,
  To the shades of Elizium I strait did repair;
  Where Dryden and other great wits o' the town,
  To reward all their labours, are damn'd to write on.
  Here Johnson may boast of his judgment and plot,
  And Otway of all the applause that he got;
  Loose Eth'ridge presume on his stile and his wit,
  And Shadwell of all the dull plays he e'r writ;
  Nat. Lee here may boast of his bombast and rapture,
  And Buckingham rail to the end of the chapter;
  Lewd Rochester lampoon the King and the court,
  And Sidley and others may cry him up for't;
  Soft Waller and Suckling, chaste Cowley and others,
  With Beaumont and Fletcher, poetical brothers,
  May here scribble on with pretence to the bays,
  E'en Shakespear himself may produce all his plays,
  And not get for whole pages one mouth full of praise.

  To avoid this disaster, while Congreve reforms,
  His muse and his morals fly to Bracegirdle's arms;
  Let Vanbrugh no more plotless plays e'er impose,
  Stuft with satire and smut to ruin the house;
  Let Rowe, if he means to maintain his applause,
  Write no more such lewd plays as his Penitent was.
  O Satire! from errors instruct the wild bard,
  Bestow thy advice to reclaim each lewd bard;
  Bid the Laureat sincerely reflect on the matter;
  Bid Dennis drink less, but bid him write better;
  Bid Durfey cease scribbling, that libelling song-ster;
  Bid Gildon and C----n be Deists no longer;
  Bid B----t and C----r, those wits of the age,
  Ne'er expose a dull coxcomb, but just on the stage;
  Bid Farquhar (tho' bit) to his consort be just,
  And Motteux in his office be true to his trust;
  Bid Duffet and Cowper no longer be mad,
  But Parsons and Lawyers mind each their own trade.
  To Grubster and others, bold satire advance;
  Bid Ayliffe talk little, and P----s talk sense;
  Bid K----n leave stealing as well as the rest;
  When this can be done, they may hope to be blest.

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The Revd. Mr. JOHN POMFRET.

This Gentleman's works are held in very great esteem by the common
readers of poetry; it is thought as unfashionable amongst people of
inferior life, not to be possessed of the poems of Pomfret, as amongst
persons of taste not to have the works of Pope in their libraries. The
subjects upon which Pomfret wrote were popular, his versification is far
from being unmusical, and as there is little force of thinking in his
writings, they are level to the capacities of those who admire them.

Our author was son of the rev. Mr. Pomfret, rector of Luton in
Bedfordshire, and he himself was preferred to the living of Malden in
the same county. He was liberally educated at an eminent grammar school
in the country, from whence he was sent to the university of Cambridge,
but to what college is not certain. There he wrote most of his poetical
pieces, took the degree of master of arts, and very early accomplished
himself in most kinds of polite literature. A gentleman who writes under
the name of Philalethes, and who was an intimate friend of Pomfret's,
has cleared his reputation from the charge of fanaticism, which some
of his malicious enemies brought against him. It was shortly after his
leaving the university, that he was preferred to the living of Malden
abovementioned, and was, says that gentleman, so far from being
tinctured with fanaticism, that I have often heard him express his
abhorrence of the destructive tenets maintained by that people, both
against our religious and civil rights. This imputation it seems was
cast on him by there having been one of his sur-name, though not any way
related to him, a dissenting teacher, and who published some rhimes upon
spiritual subjects, as he called them, and which sufficiently proved him
an enthusiast.

About the year 1703 Mr. Pomfret came up to London, for institution and
induction, into a very considerable living, but was retarded for some
time by a disgust taken by dr. Henry Compton, then bishop of London, at
these four lines, in the close of his poem entitled The Choice.

  And as I near approach'd the verge of life,
  Some kind relation (for I'd have no wife)
  Should take upon him all my worldly care,
  While I did for a better state prepare.

The parenthesis in these verses was so maliciously represented to the
bishop, that his lordship was given to understand, it could bear no
other construction than that Mr. Pomfret preferred a mistress before a
wife; though the words may as well admit of another meaning, and import
no more, than the preference of a single life to marriage; unless the
gentlemen in orders will assert, that an unmarried Clergyman cannot
live without a mistress. But the bishop was soon convinced that this
aspersion against him, was no more than an effort of malice, as Mr.
Pomfret at that time was really married. The opposition which his
enemies made to him, had, in some measure, its effect; for by the
obstructions he met with, he was obliged to stay longer in London than
he intended, and as the Small-pox then raged in the metropolis, he
sickened them, and died in London in the 36th year of his age.

The above-mentioned friend of Mr. Pomfret, has likewise shewn the
ungenerous treatment he met with in regard to his poetical compositions,
in a book entitled Poems by the Earl of Roscommon, and Mr. Duke, printed
1717, in the preface to which, the publisher has peremptorily inserted
the following paragraph. 'In this collection says he, of my lord
Roscommon's poems, care has been taken to insert all I possibly could
procure, that are truly genuine, there having been several things
published under his name, which were written by others, the authors of
which I could set down if it were material. Now, says the gentleman,
this arrogant editor would have been more just, both to the public, and
to the earl of Roscommon's memory, in telling us what things had been
published under his lordship's name by others, than by concealing the
authors of any such gross impositions. Instead of which, he is so much a
stranger to impartiality, that he has been guilty of the very crime he
exclaims against; for he has not only attributed the prospect of death
to the earl of Roscommon, which was wrote by Mr. Pomfret, after the
decease of that lord; but likewise another piece entitled the Prayer of
Jeremy Paraphrased, prophetically representing the passionate grief of
the Jewish people, for the loss of their town, and sanctuary, written by
Mr. Southcot, a gentleman who published it in the year 1717, so that it
is to be hoped, in a future edition of the earl of Roscommon's, and Mr.
Duke's poems, the same care will be taken to do these gentlemen justice,
as to prevent any other person from hereafter injuring the memory of his
lordship.'

Mr. Pomfret published his poems in the year 1690, to which he has
prefixed a very modest and sensible preface, 'I am not so fond of fame,
says he, as to desire it from the injudicious many; nor as so mortified
a temper as not to wish it from the discerning few. 'Tis not the
multitude of applauders, but the good fame of the applauders, which
establishes a valuable reputation.'

His poetical compositions consist chiefly of

1. The Choice, which we shall insert as a specimen.

2. Cruelty and Lust, an Epistolary Essay, founded upon the famous
Story which happened in the reign of King James II. Kirk, who was that
Prince's general against the duke of Monmouth. was sollicited by a
beautiful lady in behalf of her husband, who then lay under sentence of
death. The inhuman general consented to grant his fair petitioner her
request; but at no less a price than that of her innocence. The lady
doated on her husband, and maintained a hard struggle between virtue,
and affection, the latter of which at last prevailed, and she yielded to
his guilty embraces. The next morning Kirk, with unparalleled brutality,
desired the lady to look out at the window of his bedchamber, when she
was struck with the horrid sight of her husband upon a scaffold, ready
to receive the blow of the executioner; and before she could reach the
place where he was, in order to take a last embrace, her husband was no
more.

How far the lady may be justified in this conduct, is not our business
to discuss: if it is called by the name of guilt, none ever had more
pressing motives; and if such a crime could admit of an excuse, it must
be upon such an occasion.

3. Several Epistles to his Friends under affliction.

4. Upon the Divine Attributes.

5. A Prospect of Death.

5. Upon the General Conflagration, and the ensuing Judgment. There were
two pieces of our author's, published after his death by his friend
Philalethes; the first of these entitled Reason, was wrote by him in the
year 1700, when the debates concerning the doctrine of the Trinity were
carried on with so much heat by the Clergy one against another, that the
royal authority was interposed in order to put an end to a controversy,
which could never be settled, and which was pernicious in its
consequences. This is a severe satire, upon one of the parties engaged
in that dispute, but his not inserting it amongst his other poems when
he collected them into a volume, was, on account of his having received
very particular favours, from some of the persons therein mentioned. The
other is entitled Dies Novissima, or the Last Epiphany, a Pindaric Ode
on Christ's second Appearance to judge the World. In this piece the poet
expresses much heart-felt piety: It is animated, if not with a poetical,
at least with so devout a warmth, that as the Guardian has observed of
Divine Poetry, 'We shall find a kind of refuge in our pleasure, and our
diversion will become our safety.'

This is all the account we are favoured with of the life and writings
of Mr. Pomfret: A man not destitute either of erudition or genius, of
unexceptionable morals, though exposed to the malice of antagonists. As
he was a prudent man, and educated to a profession, he was not subject
to the usual necessities of the poets, but his sphere being somewhat
obscure, and his life unactive, there are few incidents recorded
concerning him. If he had not fortune sufficient to render him
conspicuous, he had enough to keep his life innocent, which he seems to
have spent in ease and tranquillity, a situation much more to be envied
than the highest blaze of fame, attended with racking cares, and
innumerable sollicitudes.

The CHOICE.

  If Heav'n the grateful liberty would give,
  That I might chuse my method how to live.
  And all those hours propitious fate should lend,
  In blissful ease and satisfaction spend,

    Near some fair town I'd have a private seat,
  Built uniform; not little, nor too great:
  Better if on a rising ground it flood
  On this side fields, on that a neighb'ring wood.
  It should within no other things contain,
  But what were useful, necessary, plain:
  Methinks 'tis nauseous, and I'd ne'r endure
  The needless pomp of gawdy furniture.
  A little garden, grateful to the eye,
  And a cool rivulet run murm'ring by:
  On whose delicious banks a slately row
  Of shady Lymes or Sycamores should grow.
  At th' end of which a silent study plac'd,
  Should be with all the noblest authors grac'd.
  Horace and Virgil, in whose mighty lines
  Immortal wit and solid learning shines.
  Sharp Juvenal, and am'rous Ovid too,
  Who all the turns of love's soft passion knew:
  He that with judgment reads his charming lines,
  In which strong art with stronger nature joins,
  Must grant his fancy, does the best excel;
  His thoughts so tender, and express'd so well.
  With all those moderns, men of steady sense,
  Esteem'd for learning, and for eloquence.
  In some of these, as fancy should advise.
  I'd always take my morning exercise:
  For sure no minutes bring us more content,
  Than those in pleasing, useful studies spent.

    I'd have a clear, and competent estate,
  That I might live genteely, but not great:
  As much as I could moderately spend,
  A little more, sometimes t' oblige a friend.
  Nor should the sons of poverty repine
  Too much at fortune, they should taste of mine;
  And all that objects of true pity were
  Should be reliev'd with what my wants could spare:
  For that, our Maker has too largely giv'n,
  Should be return'd, in gratitude to Heav'n,
  A frugal plenty mould my table spread;
  With healthy, not luxurious, dimes fed:
  Enough to satisfy, and something more
  To feed the stranger, and the neighb'ring poor:
  Strong meat indulges vice, and pamp'ring food
  Creates diseases, and inflames the blood.
  But what's sufficient to make nature strong,
  And the bright lamp of life continue long,
  I'd freely take, and, as I did possess,
  The bounteous author of my plenty bless.

    I'd have a little vault, but always stor'd
  With the best wines each vintage could afford.
  Wine whets the wit, improves its native force,
  And gives a pleasant flavour to discourse:
  By making all our spirits debonair,
  Throws off the lees, the sediment of care,
  But as the greatest blessing Heav'n lends,
  May be debauch'd and serve ignoble ends:
  So, but too oft, the Grape's refreshing juice
  Does many mischievous effects produce.
  My house should no such rude disorders know,
  As from high drinking consequently flow:
  Nor would I use what was so kindly giv'n
  To the dishonour of indulgent Heav'n.
  If any neighbour came, he should be free,
  Us'd with respect, and not uneasy be,
  In my retreat, or to himself or me.
  What freedom, prudence, and right reason give,
  All men may with impunity receive:
  But the least swerving from their rule's too much;
  For what's forbidden us, 'tis death to touch.

    That life might be more comfortable yet,
  And all my joys resin'd, sincere, and great;
  I'd chuse two friends, whose company would be
  A great advance to my felicity.
  Well born, of humour suited to my own;
  Discreet, and men, as well as books, have known.
  Brave, gen'rous, witty, and exactly free
  From loose behaviour, or formality.
  Airy, and prudent, merry, but not light;
  Quick in discerning, and in judging right.
  Secret they should be, faithful to their trust;
  In reas'ning cool, strong, temperate, and just.
  Obliging, open, without huffing, brave,
  Brisk in gay talking, and in sober, grave.
  Close in dispute, but not tenacious; try'd
  By solid reason, and let that decide.
  Not prone to lust, revenge, or envious hate;
  Nor busy medlers with intrigues of state.
  Strangers to slander, and sworn foes to spight:
  Not quarrelsome, but stout enough to fight.
  Loyal, and pious, friends to Cæsar, true
  As dying martyrs, to their Maker too.
  In their society I could not miss
  A permanent, sincere, substantial bliss.

    Would bounteous Heav'n once more indulge; I'd chuse
  (For who would so much satisfaction, lose,
  As witty nymphs in conversation, give)
  Near some obliging, modest fair to live;
  For there's that sweetness in a female mind,
  Which in a man's we cannot hope to find:
  That by a secret, but a pow'rful art,
  Winds up the springs of life, and does impart
  Fresh vital heat, to the transported heart.

    I'd have her reason all her passions sway;
  Easy in company, in private gay:
  Coy to a fop, to the deserving free,
  Still constant to herself, and just to me.
  A soul she should have, for great actions fit;
  Prudence and wisdom to direct her wit:
  Courage to look bold danger in the face,
  No fear, but only to be proud, or base:
  Quick to advise, by an emergence prest,
  To give good counsel, or to take the best.
  I'd have th' expression of her thoughts be such
  She might not seem reserv'd, nor talk too much.
  That shew a want of judgment and of sense:
  More than enough is but impertinence.
  Her conduct regular, her mirth resin'd,
  Civil to strangers to her neighbours kind,
  Averte to vanity, revenge, and pride,
  In all the methods of deceit untry'd.
  So faithful to her friend, and good to all,
  No censure might upon her actions fall:
  Then would e'en envy be compell'd to say,
  She goes the least of woman kind astray.

    To this fair creature I'd sometimes retire,
  Her conversation would new joys inspire;
  Give life an edge so keen, no surly care
  Would venture to assault my soul, or dare
  Near my retreat to hide one secret snare.
  But so divine, so noble a repast
  I'd seldom, and with moderation taste,
  For highest cordials all their virtue lose
  By a too frequent, and too bold an use:
  And what would cheer the spirit in distress;
  Ruins our health, when taken to excess.

    I'd be concern'd in no litigious jar,
  Belov'd by all, not vainly popular.
  Whate'er assistance I had pow'r to bring
  T' oblige my country, or to serve my King,
  Whene'er they call'd, I'd readily afford
  My tongue, my pen, my counsel, or my sword.
  Law suits I'd shun, with as much studious care,
  As I would dens where hungry lions are:
  And rather put up injuries, than be
  A plague to him, who'd be a plague to me.
  I value quiet at a price too great,
  To give for my revenge so dear a rate:
  For what do we by all our bustle gain,
  But counterfeit delight, for real pain;

    If Heav'n a date of many years would give,
  Thus I'd in pleasure, ease, and plenty live.
  And as I near approach'd the verge of life,
  Some kind relation (for I'd have no wife)
  Should take upon him all my worldly care,
  While I did for a better state prepare.
  Then I'd not be with any trouble vex'd;
  Nor have the evening of my days perplex'd.
  But by a silent, and a peaceful death,
  Without a sigh, resign my aged breath:
  And when committed to the dust, I'd have
  Few tears, but friendly, dropt into my grave.
  Then would my exit so propitious be,
  All men would wish to live and die, like me.

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The LIFE of

Dr. WILLIAM KING.

This ingenious gentleman, was son of Ezekiel King, of London. He
received the rudiments of his education in Westminster-school, under
Dr. Busby, and was removed from thence to Christ's-Church in Oxford, in
Michaelmas term, 1681, when at the age of eighteen. He studied the civil
law, and practiced it at Doctor's Commons, with very great reputation;
but the natural gaiety of his temper, and the love of company, betrayed
him into those pleasures, which were incompatible with his profession.

Our author, by the reputation of his abilities obtained a patron in
the earl of Pembroke, who upon his being appointed lord Lieutenant of
Ireland, press'd him to go over to that kingdom.

Upon Dr. King's arrival in Ireland, his excellency appointed him judge
advocate, sole commissioner of the prizes, and record keeper. There, he
was well received, and countenanced by persons of the most distinguished
rank, and could he have changed his disposition with the climate, had
then an opportunity of making his fortune; but so far was he from
improving this occasion to the purposes of his interest, that he
returned back to England, with no other treasure, than a few merry
Poems, and humorous Essays. He was naturally of a courteous behaviour,
and very obliging: His conversation was chearful, and his wit pleasant
and entertaining. But at length he chiefly subsisted on his fellowship
in Christ-Church College: Before this time, he had published his most
ingenious Poem, called the Art of Cookery, in imitation of Horace's
Art of Poetry, with some Letters to Dr. Lister and others; occasioned
principally by the title of a book, published by the Dr. being the works
of Apicius Coelius, concerning the soups and sauces of the ancients,
with an extract of the greatest curiosities contained in that book.
Amongst his Letters, is one upon the Denti Scalps, or Tooth-picks of the
Antients: Another contains an imitation of Horace: Epist. 5. Book I.
being his invitation of Torquatus to supper. And a third, contains
remarks on lord Grimston's play, called the Lawyer's Fortune; or Love in
a Hollow-Tree.

At his leisure hours he wrote likewise, The Art of Love, an imitation of
Ovid, De Arte Amandi. To which he prefixed an account of Ovid. In
the latter part of his life, about the year 1711, he published an
Historical Account of the Heathen Gods, and Heroes, for the use
of Westminster, and other schools; for the better and more easy
understanding of the Classics. Besides these performances, we likewise
find three numbers of a project, entitled, the Transactioner, or, Useful
Transactions: Containing a great number of small pieces, which it would
be tedious here to enumerate.[1]

We have already observed, that our author while in Ireland, neglected
the best opportunity of encreasing his fortune; and the circumstance
which occasioned it we find to be this: He had contracted an intimacy
which soon grew into friendship, with judge Upton, a man of the same
temper with himself, who delighted in retirement and poetical amusement.
He had a country villa called Mountown, near Dublin, where he and Dr.
King used to retire, and spend most of their time without any regard to
their public offices; and by these means neglecting to pay court to the
lord lieutenant, they fell under his displeasure. These two poetical
companions, indulged no other thoughts but those of living and dying in
their rural retreat. Upon this occasion, Dr. King wrote a Pastoral Poem,
called Mully of Mountown: Mully was the name of a Red-Cow which gave him
milk, whom he made the chief subject of his Poem; which at that time the
critics would have imposed upon the word as a political allegory,
tho' this was a manner of writing, with which the Dr. was totally
unacquainted.

When Dr. King, after his return from Ireland, had retired to live upon
his fellowship at Oxford, he was sollicited by the earl of Anglesey to
come to town, and undertake a cause of his, then before the House of
Lords, (in relation to some cruelties he was accused of using to his
lady) back'd by the violent prosecution of his mother-in-law, the
countess of Dorchester. Upon this occasion the Doctor shook off the
indolence of his nature, and so strenuously engaged in the cause of his
patron, that he gained the reputation of an able lawyer as well as a
poet. He naturally hated business, especially that of an advocate; but
when appointed as a delegate, made a very discerning and able judge, yet
never could bear the fatigue of wrangling. His chief pleasure consisted
in trifles, and he was never happier, than when hid from the world. Few
people pleased him in conversation, and it was a proof of his liking
them, if his behaviour was tolerably agreeable. He was a great
dissembler of his natural temper, which was fallen, morose, and peevish,
where he durst shew it; but he was of a timorous disposition and
the least slight or neglect offered to him, would throw him into a
melancholy despondency. He was apt to say a great many ill-natur'd
things, but was never known to do one: He was made up of tenderness,
pity, and compassion; and of so feminine a disposition, that tears would
fall from his eyes upon the smallest occasion.

As his education had been strict, so he was always of a religious
disposition, and would not enter upon the business of the day, till he
had performed his devotion, and read several portions of scripture out
of the Psalms, the Prophets, and the New-Testament.

It appears from his loose papers, which he calls Adversaria, that he
had been such an arduous student, that before he was eight-years in the
university, he had read over and made reflections on twenty-two thousand
books and manuscripts; a few of which, we shall give as specimen, in
order to let the reader into the humour and taste of our author.

'Diogenes Lærtius, Book I.----Thales, being asked how a man might most
easily brook misfortunes? answered, if he saw his enemies in a worse
condition. It is not agreed, concerning the wisemen; or whether indeed
they were seven.'

'There is a very good letter of Pisistratus to Solon, and of the same
stile and character with those of Phalaris.'

'Solon ordained, that the guardians of orphans should not cohabit with
their mothers: And that no person should be a guardian to those, whose
estate descended to them at the orphan's decease. That no seal-graver
should keep the seal of a ring that was sold: That, if any man put out
the eye of him who had but one, he should lose both, his own: That,
where a man never planted, it should be death to take away: That, it
should be death for a magistrate to be taken in drink. Solon's letters
at the end of his life, in Lærtius, give us a truer Idea of the man,
than all he has written before, and are indeed very fine: Solon's to
Cræsus are very genteel; and Pitaccus's on the other side, are rude and
philosophical; However, both shew Cræsus to have been a very good man.
These epistles give a further reason to believe, that the others were
written by Phalaris. There is a letter from Cleobulus to Solon, to
invite him to Lindus.'

'Bion used to say, it was more easy to determine differences, between
enemies than friends; for that of two friends, one would become an
enemy; but of two enemies, one would become a friend.'

'Anacharsis has an epistle to Cræsus, to thank him for his invitation;
and Periander one to all the wise men, to invite them to Corinth to him,
after their return from Lydia. Epimenides has an epistle to Solon, to
invite him to Crete, under the tyranny of Pisistratus.'

'Epimenides often pretended that he rose from death to life.'

The above notes are sufficient to shew that he read the ancients with
attention, and knew how to select the most curious passages, and most
deserving the reader's observation.

About the year 1711 the Dr. published a piece called the British
Palladium, or a welcome of lord, Bolingbroke from France. Soon after
this, Dr. Swift, Dr. Friend, Mr. Prior, with some others of lord
Bolingbroke's adherents, paid a visit to Dr. King, and brought along
with them, the key of the Gazetteer's office, together with another key
for the use of the paper office. The day following this friendly visit,
the Dr. entered upon his new post; and two or three days after waited on
his benefactor lord Bolingbroke, then secretary of state.

The author of the Doctor's life, published by Curl, has related an
instance of inhumanity in alderman Barber, towards Dr. King. This
magistrate was then printer of the Gazette, and was so cruel as to
oblige the Dr. to sit up till three or four o'clock in the morning,
upon those days the Gazette was published, to correct the errors of the
press; which was not the business of the author, but a corrector, who is
kept for that purpose in every printing-office of any consequence. This
slavery the Dr. was not able to bear, and therefore quitted the office.
The alderman's severity was the more unwarrantable, as the Dr. had been
very kind in obliging him, by writing Examiners, and some other papers,
gratis, which were of advantage to him as a printer. Those writings at
that juncture made him known to the ministry, who afterwards employed
him in a state paper called the Gazettee.

About Midsummer 1712 the Dr. quitted his employ, and retired to a
gentleman's house on Lambeth side the water; where he had diverted
himself a summer or two before: Here he enjoyed his lov'd tranquility,
with a friend, a bottle, and his books; he frequently visited lord
Clarendon, at Somerset-house, as long as he was able. It was the autumn
season, and the Dr. began insensibly to droop: He shut himself up
entirely from his nearest friends, and would not so much as see lord
Clarendon; who hearing of his weak condition, ordered his sister to go
to Lambeth, and fetch him from thence to a lodging he had provided for
him, in the Strand, over against Somerset-house where next day
about noon he expired, with all the patience, and resignation of a
philosopher, and the true devotion of a christian; but would not be
persuaded to go to rest the night before, till he made such a will, as
he thought would be agreeable to lord Clarendon's inclinations; who
after his death took care of his funeral. He was decently interred in
the cloisters of Westminster-Abbey, next to his master Dr. Knipe, to
whom a little before, he dedicated his Heathen Gods.----The gentleman
already mentioned, who has transmitted some account of our author to
posterity, delineates his character in the following manner. 'He was
a civilian, exquisitely well read; a skillful judge, and among the
learned, an universal scholar, a critic, and an adept; in all sciences
and languages expert; and our English. Ovid, among the poets: In
conversation, he was grave and entertaining, without levity or spleen:
As an author, his character may be also summ'd up in the following
lines.'

  Read here, in softest sounds the sweetest satire,
  A pen dipt deep in gall, a heart good-nature;
  An English Ovid, from his birth he seems,
  Inspired alike with strong poetic dreams;
  The Roman, rants of heroes, gods, and Jove,
  The Briton, purely paints the art of love.

As a specimen of our author's versification, we shall select a Poem of
his called, the Art of making Puddings; published in his Miscellanies.

  I sing of food, by British nurse design'd,
  To make the stripling brave, and maiden kind.
  Delay not muse in numbers to rehearse
  The pleasures of our life, and sinews of our verse.
  Let pudding's dish, most wholsome, be thy theme,
  And dip thy swelling plumes in fragrant cream.
  Sing then that dim so fitting to improve
  A tender modesty, and trembling love;
  Swimming in butter of a golden hue,
  Garnish'd with drops of Rose's spicy dew.
  Sometimes the frugal matron seems in haste,
  Nor cares to beat her pudding into paste:
  Yet milk in proper skillet she will place,
  And gently spice it with a blade of mace;
  Then set some careful damsel to look to't;
  And still to stir away the bishop's-foot;
  For if burnt milk shou'd to the bottom stick,
  Like over-heated-zeal, 'twould make folks sick.
  Into the Milk her flow'r she gently throws,
  As valets now wou'd powder tender beaus:
  The liquid forms in hasty mass unite,
  Both equally delicious as they're white.
  In mining dish the hasty mass is thrown,
  And seems to want no graces but its own.
  Yet still the housewife brings in fresh supplies,
  To gratify the taste, and please the eyes.
  She on the surface lumps of butter lays,
  Which, melting with the heat, its beams displays;
  From whence it causes wonder to behold
  A silver soil bedeck'd with streams of gold!

[Footnote 1: The design of this work, was to ridicule Sir Hans Sloan's
writings, in the Philosophical Transactions of the Royal-Society; of
which Dr. Sloan was secretary. This work, of Dr. King's, which is now
become very scarce, is one of the severest and merriest Satires that
ever was written in Prose.]

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THOMAS SPRAT (Bishop of ROCHESTER)

Was descended from a very worthy, though obscure family, being the son
of a private country minister; but his great merit raised him to that
eminent station in the church, wherein he long presided, and was
deservedly accounted one of the most considerable prelates of his time.
The Oxford antiquary informs us, that on the 16th of January 1654, he
was entered in Wadham-College, where he pursued his studies with the
closest application, and distinguished himself by his prudent and
courteous behaviour.

On the 3d of July 1669, Mr. Sprat took his master of arts degree, and
the same day, commenced doctor in divinity. He had not long been in
holy orders, till he was introduced at court, and by a happy power in
conversation, so attracted the regard of Charles the IId. that he was
considered as a man standing fair for preferment. In 1683, broke out the
Rye-house Plot, a relation of the particulars of which, Charles the IId.
commanded Dr. Sprat to draw up. This the Dr. in a letter to lord Dorset,
informs us, he did with great unwillingness, and would have been
impelled by no other consideration, than that of a royal command. The
reason he executed these orders with so much reluctance, was, because
many of the most popular men in the nation were either concerned
themselves, or had some relations engaged, so that an account of a plot
thus supported, must expose he writer to partial or popular resentments.

He requested the king, that he might be permitted to spare some names,
and to represent the behaviour of others in as candid a light as
possible, in which request his majesty indulged him; but notwithstanding
all the candour he observed, and the most dispassionate representation
of facts, yet his composing this relation, was brought against him as a
crime, for which an opposite party endeavoured, and had almost effected
his ruin. This work, tho' finished in the year 1683 was not published
till 1685, when it came into the world, under the immediate direction
of king James the IId. It was no doubt in consequence of this court
service, that he was made dean of Westminster, Anno 1683; and bishop of
Rochester the year following. Another step he took in the short reign of
king James, likewise exposed him to the resentment of that power
which took place at the revolution, which was his sitting in the
ecclesiastical commission. By this he drew upon himself almost an
universal censure, which he acknowledges to be just; as appears by a
letter he wrote upon that occasion to the earl of Dorset, in the year
1689; which thus begins.

'My Lord,

I think I should be wanting to myself at this time, in my own necessary
vindication, should I forbear any longer to give my friends a true
account of my behaviour in the late ecclesiastical commission. Though I
profess what I now say, I only intend as a reasonable mitigation of the
offence I have given, not entirely to justify my sitting in that court;
for which I acknowledge I have deservedly incurred the censure of many
good men; and I wish I may ever be able to make a sufficient amends to
my country for it.'

His crime in this particular was somewhat alleviated, by his renouncing
the commission, when he perceived the illegal practices they were going
to put in execution. His offences were strenuously urged against him,
and had not the earl of Dorset warmly espoused his interest, he had
probably been stript of his ecclesiastical preferments. His lordship
charged the ill-conduct of both these affairs upon king James and his
ministry; and thereby brought the bishop's opponents to a perfect
reconciliation with him.

Notwithstanding this accommodation, such was the inquietude of the
times, that his lordship had not long enjoyed this tranquility, before
there was hatched a most villainous contrivance; not only to take away
his life, but, the lives of archbishop Sancroft, lord Marlborough,
and several other persons of honour and distinction; by forging an
instrument under their hands, setting forth, that they had an intent
to restore king James, and to seize upon the person of the princess of
Orange, dead or alive; to surprize the tower, to raise a mighty army;
and to bring the city of London into subjection. This black conspiracy
to murther so many innocent persons, was by the providence of God soon
detested; and his lordship drew up, and published an account of it,
under this title, A Relation of the Wicked Contrivance of Stephen
Blackhead, and Robert Young, against the Lives of several Persons, by
forging an Association under their Hands. In two parts. The first being
a Relation of what passed at the three Examinations of his Lordship, by
a Committee of Lords of the Privy-Council. The second, being an Account
of the two Authors of the Forgery; printed in quarto, in the year 1692.

His lordship was honourably acquitted; and he ever after looked upon
this escape, as one of the most remarkable blessings of his life. 'In
such 'critical times (says he) how little evidence would have sufficed
to ruin any man, that had been accused with the least probability of
truth? I do therefore, most solemnly oblige myself, and all mine, to
keep the grateful remembrance of my deliverance, perpetual and sacred.'

Hitherto, we have considered Dr. Sprat in his episcopal, and public
character; in which if he fell into some errors, he has a right to our
candour, as they seem rather to have proceeded from misinformation, and
excess of good-nature, than any malevolent, or selfish principle: We
shall now take a view of him as an author.

His first appearance in that sphere, was in the year 1659, when in
concert with Mr. Waller, and Mr. Dryden, he printed a Pindarique Ode,
to the Memory of the most renowned Prince, Oliver, Lord Protector, &c.
printed in quarto, which he dedicated to the reverend Mr. Wilkin's, then
warden of Wadham-College; by whose approbation and request, it was made
public, as the author designed it only for a private amusement. This was
an unfavourable circumstance for our author, as it more particularly
shews the fickleness of his disposition in state-matters, and gave him
less credit with those parties he afterwards espoused.

His next production in poetry, was an Ode on the Plague of Athens; which
happened in the second year of the Pelopponesian war, first described
by Thucydides, afterwards by Lucretius: This Mr. Sprat dedicated to his
worthy and learned friend, Dr. Walter Pope. The performance stood the
test of the severest critics; and in the opinion of the best judges, the
manner of his great original was judiciously imitated. Soon after this,
he proceeded to give the public a specimen of his abilities in
another kind, and succeeded with the greatest applause; which was his
Observations on Monsieur de Serbiere's Voyage into England, written to
Dr. Wren, professor of astronomy in Oxford; printed in octavo, in the
year 1665.

Mr. Sprat in the beginning of his letter acquaints the Dr. with the
motives of his engaging with Monsieur Serbiere, 'Having now (says he)
under my hands, the history of the Royal-Society, it will be in vain for
me to try to represent its design to be advantageous to the glory of
England, if my countrymen shall know, that one who calls himself a
member of that society, has escaped unanswered in the public disgraces,
which he has cast on our whole nation.'--In this performance Mr. Sprat
has given an undeniable proof, that the strength and solidity of an
English pen, is infinitely superior to the gallant air of a French
author, who is sprightly without propriety, and positive without truth.

About two years after, 1667, our author published his incomparable
History of the Royal Society of London, for the improvement of natural
knowledge; a work which has acquired him very great reputation, and has
ranked him with the most elegant and polite writers of that age. Soon
after this, Mr. Sprat lost his amiable and much esteemed friend Mr.
Abraham Cowley, who by his will recommended to the care of his reverend
friend, the revising of all his works that were printed, and the
collecting of those papers which he had designed for the press. This
truth Mr. Sprat faithfully discharged, and to the new edition of Mr.
Cowley's Works, he prefixed an account of his life and writings,
addressed to Mr. Martin Clifford. Happy is it for a good man, when he
has such a friend to close his eyes: This is a desire peculiar to all,
and the portion of few to enjoy.

  For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
  This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd;
  Left the warm precincts of the chearful day,
  Nor cast one longing lingring look behind.

  On some warm breast the parting soul relies,
  Some pious drops the closing eye requires;
  E'en from the tomb, the voice of nature cries,
  Awake! and faithful to her wonted fires[1].

This life of Cowley, by Dr. Sprat has been esteemed one of the most
elegant compositions in our language; there are several extracts from it
in our account of the life of that amiable Poet.

These are the most material performances of Dr. Sprat: a man, who was
early introduced into an elevated station in life, which he held not
without enemies to his dying moments. Villiers duke of Buckingham was
his first patron, who notwithstanding his fickleness, and inconsistent
levity, never forsook him; a circumstance which has induced many to
believe, that that nobleman owed much to the refinement of our author;
and that his Rehearsal had never been so excellent, nor so pungent a
satire, had it not first passed under Dr. Sprat's perusal.

This learned prelate died of an apoplexy, May the 20th, 1713, at his
episcopal feat in Bromly in Kent, in the 79th year of his age; and was
interred in the Abbey-Church of Westminster.

As he lived esteemed by all his acquaintance, as well as the clergy of
his diocese, so he died regretted by them, and indeed by all men of
taste; for it is the opinion of many, that he raised the English tongue
to that purity and beauty, which former writers were wholly strangers
to, and which those who have succeeded him, can but imitate[2].

The benevolence of our author is very conspicuous in his last will, in
favour of his widow and son; in which he commands them to extend that
beneficence to his poor relations, which they always found from him; and
not to suffer any of those to want, whose necessitous merit, had shared
in all the external advantages he possessed. As he may be proposed
(considered meerly as a writer) for an example worthy of imitation; so
in the character of a dignified clergyman, he has likewise a claim to
be copied in those retired and private virtues, in those acts of
beneficence and humility, and that unaffected and primitive piety, for
which he was justly distinguished.


[Footnote 1: Elegy in a Country Church-Yard, by Mr. Grey.]

[Footnote 2: Mr. Cooper, in his ingenious work entitled the Life of
Socrates, speaks in a very different strain of the bishop's History of
the Royal Society, which he calls a 'Fustian History!' and adds, that
'it was esteemed an excellent competition by the metaphor-hunting mob of
silly writings in Charles II's reign.']

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CHARLES MONTAGUE (Earl of HALLIFAX)

Was born the 16th of April 1661, and received the rudiments of his
education at Westminster-school: From thence he was removed to
Trinity-College in Cambridge, where by the brightness of his parts he
was early distinguished; and coming to town soon after the death of king
Charles the IId. he contracted an intimacy with the earl of Dorset, Sir
Charles Sedley, and other wits of the age. After the accession of king
William and queen Mary, having attached himself to the revolution
interest, he was sworn one of the council: He served in parliament
for the cities of Durham, and Westminster, at different times, and
distinguished himself by his speeches in the House of Commons, on
several important affairs. He was constituted one of the lords
commissioners of the treasury, on the 21st of March 1691, and soon after
sworn of the privy-council. In 1694 he was made chancellor and under
treasurer of the exchequer.[1] In the year 1695, when the nation was
distress'd, by the ill-state of the current coin of this kingdom,
he projected the new coining of the silver money; and by his great
prudence, and indefatigable industry brought it to bear. He likewise
proposed the issuing exchequer bills, to supply the great scarcity of
money, which has since been made use of to the great benefit of the
nation. On the 16th of February, 1697.8, the House of Commons, came to a
resolution, 'That it is the opinion of this house, that the honourable
Charles Montague, Esq; chancellor of the exchequer, for his good
services to this government, does deserve his majesty's favour.' His
next concern, was the trade to the East-Indies; the settlement of which
had been long depending, and was looked on as so nice, and difficult,
that it had been referred to the king and council, and from them to the
parliament; who on May the 26th, 1698, ordered a bill for settling the
trade to that place: Mr. Montague transacted this whole affair; and by
his industry and skill, in touching the affections of the people, raised
two-millions, by only doubling the duties on paper, parchment, and salt;
which to have done by any other means, was at that time matter of the
utmost difficulty. These proofs of affection and zeal to his majesty's
person and government, induced the king to declare him first: lord
commissioner of the treasury; and on the 16th of July, 1698, appointed
him one of the persons to whose fidelity, and honour, he reposed the
trust of lords justices of England, for the administration of government
during his absence. In the year 1700 his lordship resigned the place of
first lord commissioner of the treasury, having obtained a grant of the
office of auditor of the receipts of the exchequer, vacant by the death
of Sir Robert Howard; and on the 4th of December, the same year, was
advanced to the dignity of baron Hallifax, in the county of York.

On the accession of queen Anne, he was concerned in vindicating the
memory of king William, and on all occasions shewed a disinterested zeal
in the service of his country. He first projected the equivalent, which
was given to the Scots, in order to promote the Union between the
nations; and without which it had never been effected. And as his
lordship first moved for appointing commissioners to treat of an Union
between the two kingdoms; so he had not only a great share in that
treaty, as one of the commissioners, but causing it to be ratified in
parliament, and answered, with all the force of which he was master,
the various objections made against it. And further, to strengthen the
interest of the Whigs, which he thought was essentially connected
with the protestant religion, his lordship proposed the bill for the
naturalization of the illustrious house of Hanover, and for the better
security of the succession of the crown in the protestant line; which
being pass'd into an act, her majesty made choice of him to carry the
news to our late sovereign; and to invest his son with the ensigns of
the most noble order of the Garter. On his arrival at Hanover, he was
received with extraordinary marks of distinction, and honour. During his
residence there, the prince-royal of Prussia was married to his present
majesty's sister; and soon aster that prince set out with his lordship
for the confederate army. Hallifax then went to the Hague, where he laid
the foundation of a stricter alliance between Great-Britain, and the
United Provinces: On his return to England he was graciously received by
the-queen, and continued in her favour till the change of the ministry,
in the year 1710.

On her majesty's death, our author was one of the regency nominated by
king George the Ist. till his arrival; who was no sooner possessed of
the crown, but he shewed him distinguishing marks of his favour, having
so strenuously promoted his succession to the British throne. He had his
majesty's leave to resign his poll of auditor of the exchequer, to his
nephew the honourable George Montague; and after being made first lord
commissioner of the Treasury, and sworn of the privy-council, he was
advanced to the dignity of earl of Hallifax, and viscount Sunbury, by
letters patent, bearing date the 26th of October, 1714; and before the
end of that year, was installed one of the knights companions of the
most noble order of the garter, and made lord lieutenant of the county
of Surry.

Lord Hallifax died in the 54th year of his age, on the 19th of May 1715,
and on the 26th of the same month, was interred in general Monk's vault
in Westminster-Abbey: leaving no issue, his titles devolved on his
nephew, George late earl of Hallifax.--Considered as a poet, his
lordship makes a less considerable figure than the earl of Dorset; there
is a languor in his verses, which seems to indicate that he was not born
with a poetical genius. That he was a lover of the muses, there is not
the lead doubt, as we find him patronizing the poets so warmly; but
there is some difference between a propensity to poetry, and a power of
excelling in it. His lordship has writ but few things, and those not of
the utmost consequence.

Among others are the following, printed in Tonsen's Minor Poets.

1. Verses On the death of Charles the IId.

2. An Ode on the Marriage of the Princess Anne, and Prince George of
Denmark.

3. The Man of Honour, occasioned by a Postscript to Penn's Letter.

4. An Epistle to Charles earl of Dorset; occasioned by King William's
Victory in Ireland.

5. Verses written for the toasting Glasses of the Kit-Cat-Club, 1703;
which consisted of persons of the first fashion, who were in the
interest of the house of Hanover. These Verses are by far the
compleatest of lord Hallifax's, and, indeed, genteel compliments to the
radiant beauties, who were the chief toasts amongst the Whigs. I shall
here present the reader with them.


DUCHESS of BEAUFORT.

  Offspring of a tuneful fire,
  Blest with more than mortal sire:
  Likeness of a mother's face,
  Blest with more than mortal grace:
  You with double charms surprize,
  With his wit, and with her eyes.


  LADY MARY CHURCHILL.

  Fairest, latest of the beauteous race,
  Blest with your parents wit, and her first blooming
  face;
  Born with our liberties in William's reign,
  Your eyes alone that liberty restrain.


  DUCHESS of RICHMOND.

  Of two fair Richmonds diff'rent ages boast,
  Their's was the first, and our's the brighter
  toast;
  Th' adorers offspring prove who's most divine,
  They sacrific'd in water, we in wine.


  LADY SUNDERLAND.

  All nature's charms in Sunderland appear,
  Bright as her eyes, and as her reason clear;
  Yet still their force, to men not safely known,
  Seems undiscover'd to herself alone.


  MADAMOISELLE SPANHEIME.

  Admir'd in Germany, ador'd in France,
  Your charms to brighter glory, here advance;
  The stubborn Britons own your beauty's claim,
  And with their native toasts enroll your name.


[Footnote 1: Collins's Peerage. See Article Hallifax.]

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WILLIAM WYCHERLEY, Esq;

This Gentleman was son of Daniel Wycherley, of Cleve in Shropshire, Esq;
and was born (says Wood) in the year 1640.

When he was about fifteen years of age, he was sent to France, in the
western parts of which he resided upon the banks of the Charante; where
he was often admitted to the conversation of the most accomplished
ladies of the court of France, particularly madam de Montaufieur,
celebrated by mons. Voiture in his letters[1].

A little before the restoration of Charles the IId, he became a
gentleman commoner of queen's college in Oxford, and lived in the
provost's lodgings; and was entered in the public library, under the
title of philosophiæ studiosus, in July 1660. He quitted the university
without being matriculated, having, according to the Oxford antiquary,
been reconciled to the protestant religion, which he had renounced
during his travels, probably by the person of those gay ladies, with
whom he conversed in France. This circumstance shews how dangerous it
is to engage in a debate with a female antagonist, especially, if that
antagonist joins beauty with understanding.

Mr. Wycherley afterwards entered himself in the Middle-Temple; but
making his first appearance in town, in a reign when wit and gaiety were
the favourite distinctions, he relinguished the study of the law, and
engaged in pursuits more agreeable to his own genius, and the gallant
spirit of the times.

Upon writing his first Play, entitled Love in a Wood, or St. James's
Park; and acted at the Theatre-royal, in 1672, he became acquainted with
several of the most celebrated wits, both of the court and town; and
likewise with the duchess of Cleveland. Mr. Dennis, in his Letters
quoted above, has given a particular relation of the beginning of his
acquaintance with this celebrated beauty of the times, which is singular
enough.--One day Mr. Wycherley riding in his chariot through St. James's
Park, he was met by the duchess, whose chariot jostled with his, upon
which she looked out of her chariot, and spoke very audibly, "You
Wycherley, you are a son of a whore," and then burst into a fit of
laughter. Mr. Wycherley at first was very much surprized at this, but
he soon recovered himself enough to recollect, that it was spoke in
allusion to the latter end of a Song in his Love in a Wood;

  When parents are slaves,
  Their brats cannot be any other;
  Great wits, and great braves,
  Have always a punk for their mother.

During Mr. Wycherley's surprize, the chariots drove different ways, they
were soon at a considerable distance from each other; when Mr. Wycherley
recollecting, ordered his coachman to drive back, and overtake the lady.
As soon as he got over against her, he said to her, "Madam, you was
pleased to bestow a title upon me, which generally belongs to the
fortunate. Will your ladyship be at the play to night? Well, she
replied, what if I should be there? Why then, answered he, I will be
there to wait on your ladyship, though I disappoint a fine woman, who
has made me an assignation. So, said she, you are sure to disappoint a
woman who has favoured you, for one who has not. Yes, he replied, if she
who has not favoured me is the finer woman of the two: But he who will
be constant to your ladyship, till he can find a finer woman, is sure to
die your captive."

The duchess of Cleveland, in consequence of Mr. Wycherley's compliment,
was that night, in the first row of the king's box in Drury-Lane, and
Mr. Wycherley in the pit under her, where he entertained her during the
whole play; and this was the beginning of a correspondence between these
two persons, which afterwards made a great noise in the town.

This accident, was the occasion of bringing Mr. Wycherley into favour
with George duke of Buckingham, who was passionately in love with that
lady, but was ill-treated by her, and who believed that Mr. Wycherley
was his happy rival. The duke had long sollicited her, without obtaining
any favour: Whether the relation between them shocked her, for she was
his cousin-german; or, whether she apprehended that an intrigue with a
person of his rank and character, must necessarily in a short time come
to the king's ears; whatever was the cause, she refused so long to admit
his visits, that at last indignation, rage, and disdain took place of
love; and he resolved to ruin her. When he took this resolution, he had
her so narrowly watched by his spies, that he soon discovered those whom
he had reason to believe were his rivals; and after he knew them, he
never failed to name them aloud, in order to expose the lady to all
those who visited her; and among others, he never failed to mention Mr.
Wycherley. As soon as it came to the knowledge of the latter, who had
all his expectations from court, he apprehended the consequences of such
a report, if it should reach the King; and applied himself therefore to
Wilmot earl of Rochester, and Sir Charles Sedley, entreating them to
remonstrate to the duke of Buckingham, the mischief he was about to do
to one who had not the honour to know him, and who had not offended him.
Upon opening the matter to the duke, he cried out immediately, that
he did not blame Wycherley, he only accused his cousin. 'Ay, but they
replied, by rendering him suspected of such an intrigue, you are
about to ruin him; that is, your grace is about to ruin a man, whose
conversation you would be pleased with above all things.'

Upon this occasion, they said so much of the shining qualities of Mr.
Wycherley, and the charms of his conversation, that the duke, who was as
much in love with wit, as he was with his cousin, was impatient, till
he was brought to sup with him, which was in two or three nights. After
supper, Mr. Wycherley, who was then in the height of his vigour, both
in body and mind, thought himself obliged to exert his talents, and the
duke was charmed to that degree, that he cried out with transport, and
with an oath, 'My cousin's in the right of it.' and from that very
moment made a friend of a man he before thought his rival.

In the year 1673 a comedy of his called the Gentleman Dancing-Master,
was acted at the duke's Theatre, and in 1678 his Plain Dealer was acted
with general applause. In 1683 his Country Wife was performed at the
same Theatre. These Plays raised him so high in the esteem of the world,
and so recommended him to the favour of the duke of Buckingham, that as
he was master of the horse, and colonel of a regiment, he bestowed two
places on Wycherley: As master of the horse, he made him one of his
equeries; and as colonel of a regiment, a captain lieutenant of his own
company. King Charles likewise gave our author the most distinguishing
marks of favour, perhaps beyond what any sovereign prince had shewn
before to an author, who was only a private gentleman: Mr. Wycherley
happened to be ill of a fever, at his lodgings in Bow-Street,
Covent-Garden; during his sickness, the king did him the honour of a
visit; when finding his fever indeed abated, but his body extremely
weakened, and his spirits miserably shattered, he commanded him to
take a journey to the south of France, believing that nothing could
contribute more to the restoring his former state of health, than the
gentle air of Montpelier, during the winter season: at the same time,
the king assured him, that as soon as he was able to undertake that
journey, he would order five-hundred pounds to be paid him, to defray
the expences of it.

Mr. Wycherley accordingly went to France, and returned to England the
latter end of the spring following, with his health entirely restored.
The king received him with the utmost marks of esteem, and shortly after
told him, he had a son, whom he resolved should be educated like the son
of a king, and that he could make choice of no man so proper to be his
governor as Mr. Wycherley; and, that for this service, he should have
fifteen-hundred pounds a year allotted him; the King also added, that
when the time came, that his office should cease, he would take care to
make such a provision for him, as should set him above the malice of the
world and fortune. These were golden prospects for Mr. Wycherley, but
they were soon by a cross accident dashed to pieces.

Soon after this promise of his majesty's, Mr. Dennis tells us, that Mr.
Wycherley went down to Tunbridge, to take either the benefit of the
waters, or the diversions of the place; when walking one day upon the
wells-walk, with his friend Mr. Fairbeard of Grey's-Inn, just as he came
up to the bookseller's, the countess of Drogheda, a young widow, rich,
noble and beautiful, came to the bookseller, and enquired for the Plain
Dealer. 'Madam, says Mr. Fairbeard, since you are for the Plain Dealer,
there he is for you,' pushing Mr. Wycherley towards her. 'Yes, says Mr.
Wycherley, this lady can bear plain dealing, for she appears to be so
accomplished, that what would be a compliment to others, when said to
her, would be plain dealing.--No truly Sir, said the lady, I am not
without my faults more than the rest of my sex; and yet, notwithstanding
all my faults, I love plain dealing, and never am more fond of it, then
when it tells me of a fault:' Then madam, says Mr. Fairbeard, you and
the plain dealer seem designed by heaven for each other. In short, Mr.
Wycherley accompanied her upon the walks, waited upon her home, visited
her daily at her lodgings whilst she stayed at Tunbridge; and after she
went to London, at her lodgings in Hatton-Garden: where in a little
time he obtained her consent to marry her. This he did by his father's
command, without acquainting the king; for it was reasonably supposed
that the lady having a great independent estate, and noble and powerful
relations, the acquainting the king with the intended match, would be
the likeliest way to prevent it. As soon as the news was known at court,
it was looked upon as an affront to the king, and a contempt of his
majesty's orders; and Mr. Wycherley's conduct after marriage, made the
resentment fall heavier upon him: For being conscious he had given
offence, and seldom going near the court, his absence was construed into
ingratitude.

The countess, though a splendid wife, was not formed to make a husband
happy; she was in her nature extremely jealous, and indulged it to such
a degree, that she could not endure her husband should be one moment out
of her sight. Their lodgings were in Bow-street, Covent Garden, over
against the Cock Tavern; whither if Mr. Wycherley at any time went, he
was obliged to leave the windows open, that his lady might see there was
no woman in the company.

This was the cause of Mr. Wycherley's disgrace with the King, whose
favour and affection he had before possessed in so distinguished a
degree. The countess settled all her estate upon him, but his title
being disputed after her death, the expence of the law, and other
incumbrances, so far reduced him, that he was not able to satisfy the
impatience of his creditors, who threw him at last into prison; so that
he, who but a few years before was flourishing in all the gaiety of
life, flushed with prospects of court preferment, and happy in the most
extensive reputation for wit and parts, was condemned to suffer all the
rigours of want: for his father did not think proper to support him. In
this severe extremity, he fell upon an expedient, which, no doubt, was
dictated by his distress, of applying to his Bookseller, who had got
considerably by his Plain Dealer, in order to borrow 20 l. but he
applied in vain; the Bookseller refused to lend him a shilling; and in
that distress he languished for seven years: nor was he released 'till
one day King James going to see his Plain-Dealer performed, was so
charmed with it, that he gave immediate orders for the payment of the
author's debts, adding to that bounty a pension of 200 1. per annum,
while he continued in England. But the generous intention of that Prince
to him, had not the designed effect, purely through his modesty; he
being ashamed to tell the earl of Mulgrave, whom the King had sent to
demand it, a full state of his debts. He laboured under the weight of
these difficulties 'till his father died, and then the estate that
descended to him, was left under very uneasy limitations, he being only
a tenant for life, and not being allowed to raise money for the payment
of his debts: yet, as he had a power to make a jointure, he married,
almost at the eve of his days, a young gentlewoman of 1500 l. fortune,
part of which being applied to the uses he wanted it for, he died eleven
days after the celebration of his nuptials in December 1715, and was
interred in the vault of Covent Garden church.

Besides the plays already mentioned, he published a volume of poems
1704, which met with no great success; for, like Congreve, his strength
lay only in the drama, and, unless on the stage, he was but a second
rate poet. In 1728 his posthumous works in prose and verse were
published by Mr. Lewis Theobald at London in 8vo.

Mr. Dennis, in a few words, has summed up this gentleman's character;
'he was admired by the men for his parts, in wit and learning; and
he was admired by the women for those parts of which they were more
competent judges.' Mr. Wycherley was a man of great sprightliness,
and vivacity of genius, he was said to have been handsome, formed for
gallantry, and was certainly an idol with the ladies, a felicity which
even his wit might not have procured, without exterior advantages.

As a poet and a dramatist, I cannot better exhibit his character than
in the words of George lord Lansdowne; he observes, 'that the earl of
Rochester, in imitation of one of Horace's epistles, thus mentions our
author;

  Of all our modern wits none seem to me,
  Once to have touch'd upon true comedy
  But hasty Shadwel, and slow Wycherley.
  Shadwel's unfinish'd works do yet impart
  Great proofs of nature's force; tho' none of art.
  'But Wycherley earns hard whate'er he gains,
  He wants no judgment, and he spares no pains.'

'Lord Lansdowne is persuaded, that the earl fell into this part of the
character (of a laborious writer) merely for the sake of the verse; if
hasty, says he, would have stood as an epithet for Wycherley, and slow,
for Shadwel, they would in all probability have been so applied, but the
verse would have been spoiled, and to that it was necessary to submit.
Those, who would form their judgments only upon Mr. Wycherley's
writings, without any personal acquaintance with him, might indeed be
apt to conclude, that such a diversity of images and characters, such
strict enquiries into nature, such close observations on the several
humours, manners, and affections of all ranks and degrees of men, and,
as it were, so true and perfect a dissection of humankind, delivered
with so much pointed wit, and force of expression, could be no other
than the work of extraordinary diligence, labour, and application; but
in truth, we owe the pleasure and advantage of having been so well
entertained, and instructed by him, to his facility of doing it; if it
had been a trouble to him to write, I am much mistaken if he would
not have spared that trouble. What he has performed, would have been
difficult for another; but a club, which a man of an ordinary size could
not lift, was a walking staff for Hercules. To judge by the sharpness,
and spirit of his satires, you might be led into another mistake, and
imagine him an ill-natur'd man, but what my lord Rochester said of lord
Dorset, is applicable to him, the best good man with the worst natured
muse. As pointed, and severe as he is in his writings, in his temper
he had all the softness of the tenderest disposition; gentle and
inoffensive to every man in his particular character; he only attacks
vice as a public enemy, compassionating the wound he is under a
necessity to probe, or grieving, like a good natured conqueror, at the
occasions which provoke him to make such havock. King Charles II. a
nice discerner of men, and himself a man of wit, often chose him for a
companion at his leisure hours, as Augustus did Horace, and had very
advantageous views for him, but unluckily an amorous inclination
interfered; the lover got the better of the courtier, and ambition fell
a sacrifice to love, the predominant passion of the noblest mind. Many
object to his versification; it is certain he is no master of numbers,
but a Diamond is not less a Diamond for not being polished.'

Mr. Pope, when very young, made his court to Mr. Wycherley, when very
old; and the latter was so well pleased with the former, and had such
an opinion of his rising genius, that he entered into an intimate
correspondence with him, and submitted his works to Mr. Pope's
correction. See the letters between Pope and Wycherley, printed in
Pope's works.


[Footnote 1: Dennis's Letters, vol. i. p. 213.]

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NAHUM TATE

Was born about the middle of the reign of Charles II. in the kingdom of
Ireland, and there received his education. He was a man of learning,
courteous, and candid, but was thought to possess no great genius, as
being deficient in what is its first characteristic, namely, invention.
He was made poet laureat to King William, upon the death of Shadwell,
and held that place 'till the accession of King George I, on whom he
lived to write the first Birth-Day Ode, which is executed with unusual
spirit. Mr. Tate being a man of extreme modesty, was never able to make
his fortune, or to raise himself above necessity; he was obliged to have
recourse to the patronage of the earl of Dorset, to screen him from
the persecution of his creditors. Besides several other poetical
performances, which will be afterwards enumerated and a Version of the
Psalms, in conjunction with Dr. Brady, Mr. Tate has been the author of
nine plays, of which the following is the list;

1. Brutus of Alba, a Tragedy; acted at the Duke's Theatre 1678,
dedicated to the Earl of Dorset. This play is founded on Virgil's Æneid,
b. iv, and was finished under the name of Dido and Æneas, but by the
advice of some friends, was transformed to the dress it now wears.

2. The Loyal General, a Tragedy; acted at the Duke's Theatre 1680.

3. Richard II. revived, and altered from Shakespear, under the title
of the Sicilian Usurper; a Tragedy, with a Prefatory Epistle, in
Vindication of the Author, occasioned by the Prohibition of this Play on
the Stage. The scene is in England.

4. The Ingratitude of a Commonwealth, or the Fall of Caius Marius
Coriolanus; this was printed in 4to. 1682, and dedicated to the Marquis
of Worcester; it is founded on Shakespear's Coriolanus.

5. Cuckold's Haven, or an Alderman no Conjuror; a Farce; acted at the
Queen's Theatre in the Dorset-Garden 1685. Part of the plot of this
piece seems to be taken from Ben. Johnson's Eastward Hoe or the Devil is
an Ass.

6. A Duke, and No Duke, a Farce, acted 1684. The plot from Trappolin
supposed a Prince.

7. The Island Princess, a Tragi-Comedy; acted at the Theatre Royal 1687,
dedicated to Henry Lord Waldegrave. This is the Island Princess of
Fletcher revived, with alterations.

8. Lear King of England, and his Three Daughters, an Historical Play,
acted at the Duke s Theatre 1687. It is one of Shakespear's most moving
tragedies revived, with alterations.

9. Injured Love, or the Cruel Husband, a Tragedy, acted at the
Theatre-Royal 1707.

His other works are chiefly these,

The Second Part of Absalom and Achitophel. Mr. Dryden, author of the
first, assisted in this, he being himself pressed to write it, but
declined the task, and encouraged Mr. Tate in the performance.

The Rise and Progress of Priestcraft.

Syphilis, or a Poetical History of the French Disease.

Jephtha's Vow.

In Memory of his Grace the Illustrious Duke of Ormond, 1688.

On the Death of the Countess of Dorset.

The Characters of Virtue and Vice described, in the Person of the Wise
Man and the Hypocrite; attempted in Verse, from a Treatise of Jos. Hall,
Bishop of Exeter.

A Poem upon Tea.

The Triumph, or Warriors Welcome; a Poem on the glorious Success of the
last Year, with the Ode for New-Year's-Day, 1705.

Thoughts on Human Life.

The Kentish Worthies.

The Monitor, intended for the promoting Religion and Virtue, and
suppressing Vice and Immorality; containing forty one Poems on several
Subjects, in pursuance of her Majesty's most gracious directions,
performed by Mr. Tate, Mr. Smith, and others. This paper was published
on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, in the years 1712, and 1713.

The Triumph of Peace, a Poem on the Magnificent, Public Entry of his
Grace the Duke of Shrewsbury, Ambassador from the Queen of Great Britain
to the Most Christian King, and the Magnificent Entry of his Excellency
the illustrious Duke D'Aumont, Ambassador from his Most Christian
Majesty to the Queen of Great Britain, with the Prospect of the Glorious
Procession for a General Thanksgiving at St. Paul's.

The Windsor Muse's Address, presaging the taking of Lisle; presented
to her Majesty at the Court's departure from the Castle, September 28,
1708, 4to.

The Muses Memorial of the Right Hon. the Earl of Oxford and Mortimer,
Lord High Treasurer of Great Britain, 1713. Funeral Poems on Queen Mary,
Archbishop of Canterbury, &c. 8vo. 1700.

A Poem occasioned by the late Discontents, and Disturbances in the
State; with Reflections upon the Rise and Progress of Priestcraft.

An Elegy on the much esteemed, and truly worthy Ralph Marshall, Esq; one
of his Majesty's Justices of the Peace, &c. fol. 1700.

Comitia Lyrica, five carmen Panegyricum, in quo, ad exornandas Magni
Godolphini laudes, omnes omnium Odarum modi ab Horatio delegantur (per
Ludovicum Maidvellium) Paraphrased in English, fol. 1707.

On the Sacred Memory of our late Sovereign; with a Congratulation to his
present Majesty, fol. 1685, second edition.

Mausoleum, a Funeral Poem on our late Gracious Sovereign Queen Mary, of
blessed memory.

An Elegy on the most Rev. Father in God, his Grace John, late Archbishop
of Canterbury; written in the year 1693.

A Poem in Memory of his Grace the illustrious Duke of Ormond, and of the
Right Hon. the Earl of Offory; written in the year 1688.

An Elegy in Memory of that most excellent Lady, the late Countess of
Dorset; written in the year 1691.

A Consolatory Poem to the Right Hon. John Lord Cutts, upon the Death of
his most accomplished Lady.

A Poem on the last Promotion of several eminent Persons in Church and
State; written in the year 1694, fol. dedicated in Verse to the Right
Hon. Charles Earl of Middlesex, &c. These are all printed under the
title of Funeral Poems on her late Majesty of blessed memory, &c. 8vo,
1700.

Miscellanea Sacra; or Poems on Divine and Moral Subjects, collected by
Mr. Tate. He also gave the public a great many translations from Ovid,
Horace, Juvenal, Virgil.

His song on his Majesty's birth-day has the following stanza,

  When Kings that make the public good their care
  Advance in dignity and state,
  Their rise no envy can create;
  Their subjects in the princely grandeur share:
  For, like the sun, the higher they ascend,
  The farther their indulgent beams extend.

  Yet long before our royal sun
  His destin'd course has run,
  We're bless'd to see a glorious heir,
  That shall the mighty loss repair;
  When he that blazes now shall this low sphere resign
  In a sublimer orb eternally to shine.

  A Cynthia too, adorn'd with every grace
  Of person and of mind;
  And happy in a starry race,
  Of that auspicious kind,
  As joyfully presage,
  No want of royal heirs in any future age.

  CHORUS.

  Honour'd with the best of Kings,
  And a set of lovely springs,
  From the royal fountain flowing,
  Lovely streams, and ever growing,
  Happy Britain past expressing,
  Only learn to prize thy blessing.

We shall give some further account of the translation of the Psalms in
the life of Dr. Brady. This author died in the Mint 1716, was interred
in St. George's church, Southwark, and was succeeded in the laurel by
Mr. Eusden.

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Sir SAMUEL GARTH.

This gentleman was descended from a good family in Yorkshire; after he
had passed through his school education, he was removed to Peter-house
in Cambridge, where he is said to have continued till he was created Dr.
of Physic July 7, 1691[1].

In 1696 Dr. Garth zealously promoted the erecting the Dispensary, being
an apartment, in the college for the relief of the sick poor, by giving
them advice gratis, and dispensing medicines to them at low rates. This
work of charity having exposed him, and many other of the most eminent
Physicians to the envy and resentment of several persons of the same
faculty, as well as Apothecaries, he ridiculed them with peculiar
spirit, and vivacity, in his poem called the Dispensary in 6 Cantos;
which, though it first stole into the world a little hastily, and
incorrect, in the year 1669, yet bore in a few months three impressions,
and was afterwards printed several times, with a dedication to Anthony
Henley, esquire. This poem, gained our author great reputation; it is
of the burlesque species, and executed with a degree of humour, hardly
equal'd, unless in the Rape of the Lock.

Our author's poetical character, joined with his skill in his
profession, his agreeable conversation, and unaffected good nature,
procured him vast practice, introduced him to the acquaintance, and
established him in the esteem of most of the nobility and gentry. Much
about the same time he gave a distinguishing instance of his profound
knowledge in his profession, his perfect acquaintance with antiquity,
and correct taste in Roman eloquence by a Latin oration, pronounced
before the Faculty in Warwick-Lane, September 17, 1697, to the great
satisfaction of the audience, and the raising his own reputation, as the
college register testifies. Pieces of this kind are often composed with
peculiar attention to the phrase, the sound of the periods in speaking,
and their effect upon the ear; these advantages were by no means
neglected in Dr. Garth's performance, but the sentiments, the spirit,
and stile appeared to still greater advantage in the reading; and the
applause with which it was received by its hearers, was echoed by those
who perused it; this instance is the more singular, as few have been
distinguished both as orators and poets.

Cicero, who was not heard by his cotemporaries with greater applause,
than his works are now read with admiration, attempted poetry without
success; reputation in that kind of writing the Roman orator much
desired, but never could compose a line to please himself, or any of his
friends.

Upon the death of Dryden in May 1701, by a very strange accident his
burial[2] came to depend on the piety of Dr. Garth, who caused the body
to be brought to the College of Physicians, proposed and encouraged by
his generous example a subscription for defraying the expence of the
funeral, and after pronouncing over the corpse a suitable oration, he
attended the solemnity to Westminster-Abbey, where at last the remains
of that great man were interred in Chaucer's grave. For this memorable
act of tenderness and generosity, those who loved the person, or who
honoured the parts of that excellent poet, expressed much gratitude to
Dr. Garth. He was one of the most eminent members of a famous society
called the Kit-Kat Club, which consisted of above thirty noblemen and
gentlemen, distinguished by their zealous affection to the Protestant
succession in the House of Hanover[3]. October 3, 1702 he was elected
one of the Censors of the College of Physicians. In respect to his
political principles, he was open and warm, and which was still more to
be valued, he was steady and sincere. In the time of lord Godolphin's
administration, nobody was better received of his rank than Dr. Garth;
and nobody seemed to have a higher opinion of that minister's integrity,
and abilities in which he had, however, the satisfaction of thinking
with the public.

In 1710, when the Whig ministry was discarded, and his lordship had an
opportunity of distinguishing his own friends, from those which were
only the friends of his power, it could not fail of giving him sensible
pleasure to find Dr. Garth early declaring for him, and amongst the
first who bestowed upon him the tribute of his muse, at a time when
that nobleman's interest sunk: A situation which would have struck a
flatterer dumb. There were some to whom this testimony of gratitude
was by no means pleasing, and therefore the Dr's. lines were severely
criticised by the examiner, a paper engaged in the defence of the new
ministry; but instead of sinking the credit either of the author, or the
verses, they added to the honour of both, by exciting Mr. Addison to
draw his pen in their defence. In order to form a judgment both of the
Criticism, and the Defence, it will be necessary first of all to read
the poem to which they refer, more especially as it is very short, and
may be supposed to have been written suddenly, and, at least, as much
from the author's gratitude to his noble patron, as a desire of adding
to his reputation.

  To the EARL of GODOLPHIN.

  While weeping Europe bends beneath her ills,
  And where the sword destroys not, famine kills;
  Our isle enjoys by your successful care,
  The pomp of peace amidst the woes of war.
  So much the public to your prudence owes,
  You think no labours long, for our repose.
  Such conduct, such integrity are shewn,
  There are no coffers empty, but your own.
  From mean dependence, merit you retrieve;
  Unask'd you offer, and unseen you give.
  Your favour, like the Nile, increase bestows;
  And yet conceals the source from whence it flows.
  So poiz'd your passions are, we find no frown,
  If funds oppress not, and if commerce run,
  Taxes diminish'd, liberty entire,
  These are the grants your services require.
  Thus far the State Machine wants no repair,
  But moves in matchless order by your care.
  Free from confusion, settled, and serene;
  And like the universe by springs unseen.

  But now some star, sinister to our pray'rs;
  Contrives new schemes, and calls you from affairs.

  No anguish in your looks, nor cares appear,
  But how to teach th' unpractic'd crew to steer.
  Thus like some victim no constraint; you need,
  To expiate their offence, by whom you bleed.
  Ingratitude's a weed in every clime;
  It thrives too fast at first, but fades in time.
  The god of day, and your own lot's the same;
  The vapours you have rais'd obscure your flame
  But tho' you suffer, and awhile retreat,
  Your globe of light looks larger as you set.

These verses, however they may express the gratitude, and candour of the
author, and may contain no more than truth of the personage to whom they
are addressed, yet, every reader of taste will perceive, that the verses
are by no means equal to the rest of Dr. Garth's poetical writings.
Remarks upon these verses were published in a Letter to the Examiner,
September 7, 1710. The author observes, 'That there does not appear
either poetry, grammar, or design in the composition of this poem; the
whole (says he) seems to be, as the sixth edition of the Dispensary,
happily expresses it, a strong, unlaboured, impotence of thought. I
freely examine it by the new test of good poetry, which the Dr. himself
has established. Pleasing at first sight: Has this piece the least title
even to that? or if we compare it to the only pattern, as he thinks, of
just writing in this kind, Ovid; is there any thing in De Tristibus so
wild, so childish, so flat? what can the ingenious Dr. mean, or at what
time could he write these verses? half of the poem is a panegyric on a
Lord Treasurer in being, and the rest a compliment of condolance to an
Earl that has lost the Staff. In thirty lines his patron is a river, the
primum mobile, a pilot, a victim, the sun, any thing and nothing. He
bestows increase, conceals his source, makes the machine move, teaches
to steer, expiates our offences, raises vapours, and looks larger as he
sets; nor is the choice of his expression less exquisite, than that of
his similies. For commerce to run[4], passions to be poized, merit to be
received from dependence, and a machine to be serene, is perfectly
new. The Dr. has a happy talent at invention, and has had the glory
of enriching our language by his phrases, as much as he has improved
medicine by his bills.' The critic then proceeds to consider the poem
more minutely, and to expose it by enumerating particulars. Mr. Addison
in a Whig Examiner published September 14, 1710, takes occasion to rally
the fierce over-bearing spirit of the Tory Examiner, which, he says, has
a better title to the name of the executioner. He then enters into the
defence of the Dr's. poem, and observes, 'that the phrase of passions
being poized, and retrieving merit from dependence, cavilled at by the
critics, are beautiful and poetical; it is the same cavilling spirit,
says he, that finds fault with that expression of the Pomp of Peace,
among Woes of War, as well as of Offering unasked.' This general piece
of raillery which he passes on the Dr's. considering the treasurer in
several different views, is that which might fall upon any poem in
Waller, or any other writer who has diversity of thoughts and allusions,
and though it may appear a pleasant ridicule to an ignorant reader, is
wholly groundless and unjust.

Mr. Addison's Answer is, however, upon the whole, rather a palliation,
than a defence. All the skill of that writer could never make that
poetical, or a fine panegyric, which is in its own nature removed
from the very appearance of poetry; but friendship, good nature, or a
coincidence of party, will sometimes engage the greatest men to combat
in defence of trifles, and even against their own judgment, as Dryden
finely expresses it in his Address to Congreve, "Vindicate a friend."

In 1711 Dr. Garth wrote a dedication for an intended edition of
Lucretius, addressed to his late Majesty, then Elector of Brunswick,
which has been admired as one of the purest compositions in the Latin
tongue that our times have produced.

On the accession of that King to the throne, he had the honour of
knighthood conferred upon him by his Majesty, with the duke of
Marlborough's sword[5]. He was likewise made Physician in ordinary to
the King, and Physician General to the army. As his known services
procured him a great interest with those in power, so his humanity and
good nature inclined him to make use of that interest, rather for the
support, and encouragement of men of letters who had merit, than for the
advancement of his private fortune; his views in that respect having
been always very moderate. He lived with the great in that degree of
esteem and independency, and with all that freedom which became a man
possessed of superior genius, and the most shining and valuable talents.
His poem entitled Claremont, addressed to the duke of Newcastle, printed
in the 6th volume of Dryden's Miscellanies, met with great approbation.
A warm admirer of the Doctor's, speaking of Claremont, thus expresses
himself; 'It will survive, says he, the noble structure it celebrates,
'and will remain a perpetual monument of its author's learning, taste,
and great capacity as a poet; since, in that short work, there are
innumerable beauties, and a vast variety of sentiments easily and
happily interwoven; the most lively strokes of satire being intermixed
with the most courtly panegyric, at the same time that there appears the
true spirit of enthusiasm, which distinguishes the works of one born
a poet, from those of a witty, or learned man, that has arrived at no
higher art, than that of making verse[6].' His knowledge in philosophy,
his correct taste in criticism, and his thorough acquaintance in
classical literature, with all the advantages that can be derived from
an exact, but concealed method, an accurate, though flowing stile, and
a language pure, natural, and full of vivacity, appear, says the same
panegyrist in the preface he prefixed to a translation of Ovid's
Metamorphoses, which would have been sufficient to have raised him an
immortal reputation, if it had been the only product of his pen.

Dr. Garth is said to have been a man of the most extensive benevolence;
that his hand and heart went always together: A circumstance more
valuable than all the lustre which genius can confer. We cannot however,
speak of his works with so much warmth, as the author just quoted seems
to indulge. His works will scarce make a moderate volume, and though
they contain many things excellent, judicious, and humorous, yet they
will not justify the writer, who dwells upon them in the same rapturous
strain of admiration, with which we speak of a Horace, a Milton, or a
Pope. He had the happiness of an early acquaintance with some of the
most powerful, wisest, and wittiest men of the age in which he lived; he
attached himself to a party, which at last obtained the ascendant, and
he was equally successful in his fortune as his friends: Persons in
these circumstances are seldom praised, or censured with moderation.

We have already seen how warmly Addison espoused the Dr's. writings,
when they were attacked upon a principle of party, and there are many of
the greatest wits of his time who pay him compliments; amongst the rest
is lord Lansdowne, who wrote some verses upon his illness; but as the
lines do no great honour either to his lordship, or the Dr. we forbear
to insert them.

The following passage is taken from one of Pope's Letters, written upon
the death of Dr. Garth, which, we dare say, will be more acceptable.
'The best natured of men (says he) Sir Samuel Garth has left me in
the truest concern for his loss. His death was very heroical, and yet
unaffected enough to have made a saint, or a philosopher famous. But ill
tongues, and worse hearts have branded his last moments, as wrongfully
as they did his life, with irreligion: you must have heard many tales
upon this subject; but if ever there was a good christian, without
knowing himself to be so, it was Dr. Garth.'

Our author was censured for his love of pleasure, in which perhaps it
would be easier to excuse than defend him; but upon the whole, his
character appears to have been very amiable, particularly, that of his
bearing a tide of prosperity with so much, evenness of temper; and his
universal benevolence, which seems not to have been cramped with party
principles; as appears from his piety towards the remains of Dryden.

He died after a short illness, January 18, 1718-19, and was buried the
22d of the same month in the church of Harrow on the Hill, in the county
of Middlesex, in a vault he caused to be built for himself and his
family[7], leaving behind him an only daughter married to the honourable
colonel William Boyle, a younger son of colonel Henry Boyle, who was
brother to the late, and uncle to the present, earl of Burlington[8].
His estates in Warwickshire, Oxfordshire, and Buckinghamshire, are now
possessed by his grandson, Henry Boyle, Esq; whose amiable qualities
endear him to all who have the happiness of his acquaintance. His works
are collected, and printed in one volume, published by Tonson.


[Footnote 1: Biog. Brit, p. 2129.]

[Footnote 2: See Dryden's Life.]

[Footnote 3: History of the Stewarts, vol. ii. p. 479.]

[Footnote 4: The line here referred to, was omitted in the later
editions of these verses.]

[Footnote 5: Chronol. Diary for A.D. 1714-15.]

[Footnote 6: Biog. Britan, p, 2135.]

[Footnote 7: Chronol. Diary, A.D. 1719.]

[Footnote 8: Collins's Peerage, vol. iv. p. 259.]

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NICHOLAS ROWE, Esq;

This excellent poet was descended from an ancient family in Devonshire,
which had for many ages made a very good figure in that county, and was
known by the name of the Rowes of Lambertowne. Mr. Rowe could trace his
ancestors in a direct line up to the times of the holy war, in which one
of them so distinguished himself, that at his return he had the arms
given him, which the family has born ever since, that being in those
days all the reward of military virtue, or of blood spilt in those
expeditions.

From that time downward to Mr. Rowe's father, the family betook
themselves to the frugal management of a private fortune, and the
innocent pleasures of a country life. Having a handsome estate, they
lived beyond the fear of want, or reach of envy. In all the changes of
government, they are said to have ever leaned towards the side of public
liberty, and in that retired situation of life, nave beheld with grief
and concern the many encroachments that have been made in it from time
to time.

Our author was born at Little Berkford in Bedfordshire, at the house of
Jasper Edwards, Esq; his mother's father, in the year 1673[1]. He began
his education at a private grammar-school in Highgate; but the taste he
there acquired of the classic authors, was improved, and finished under
the care of the famous Dr. Busby of Westminster school; where, about the
age of 12 years, he was chosen one of the King's scholars. Besides
his skill in the Latin and Greek languages, he had made a tolerable
proficiency in the Hebrew; but poetry was his early bent, and darling
study. He composed, at different times, several copies of verses upon
various subjects both in Greek and Latin, and some in English, which
were much admired, and the more so, because they were produced with so
much facility, and seemed to flow from his imagination, as fast as from
his pen.

His father, who was a Serjeant at Law, designing him for his own
profession, took him from that school when he was about sixteen years of
age, and entered him a student in the Middle Temple, whereof himself
was a member, that he might have him under his immediate care and
instruction. Being capable of any part knowledge, to which he thought
proper to apply, he made very remarkable advances in the study of the
Law, and was not content to know it, as a collection of statutes, or
customs only, but as a system founded upon right reason, and calculated
for the good of mankind. Being afterwards called to the bar, he
promised as fair to make a figure in that profession, as any of his
cotemporaries, if the love of the Belles Lettres, and that of poetry in
particular, had not stopped him in his career. To him there appeared
more charms in Euripides, Sophocles, and Aeschilus, than in all the
records of antiquity, and when he came to discern the beauties of
Shakespear and Milton, his soul was captivated beyond recovery, and he
began to think with contempt of all other excellences, when put in the
balance with the enchantments of poetry and genius. Mr. Rowe had the
best opportunities of rising to eminence in the Law, by means of the
patronage of Sir George Treby, Lord Chief Justice of the Common Pleas,
who was fond of him to a very great degree, and had it in his power to
promote him; but being overcome by his propension to poetry, and his
first tragedy, called the Ambitious Step-mother, meeting with universal
applause, he laid aside all thoughts of the Law. The Ambitious
Step-mother was our author's first attempt in the drama, written by him
in the 25th year of his age, and dedicated to the earl of Jersey.
'The purity of the language (says Mr. Welwood) the justness of his
characters, the noble elevation of the sentiments, were all of them
admirably adapted to the plan of the play.'

The Ambitious Step-mother, being the first, is conducted with less
judgment than any other of Rowe's tragedies; it has an infinite deal of
fire in it, the business is precipitate, and the characters active, and
what is somewhat remarkable, the author never after wrote a play with so
much elevation. Critics have complained of the sameness of his poetry;
that he makes all his characters speak equally elegant, and has not
attended sufficiently to the manners. This uniformity of versification,
in the opinion of some, has spoiled our modern tragedies, as poetry
is made to supply nature, and declamation characters. Whether this
observation is well founded, we shall not at present examine, only
remark, that if any poet has a right to be forgiven for this error, Mr.
Rowe certainly has, as his cadence is the sweetest in the world, his
sentiments chaste, and his language elegant. Our author wrote several
other Tragedies, but that which he valued himself most upon,
says Welwood, was his Tamerlane; acted at the Theatre in
Lincoln's-Inn-Fields, and dedicated to the marquis of Hartington.

  In this play, continues Welwood, 'He aimed at
  a parallel between the late king William and
  Tamerlane, and also Bajazet, and a monarch who
  is since dead. That glorious ambition in Tamerlane,
  to break the chains of enslaved nations, and
  set mankind free from the encroachments of lawless
  power, are painted in the most lively, as well
  as the most amiable colours. On the other side,
  his manner of introducing on the stage a prince,
  whose chief aim is to perpetuate his name to posterity,
  by that havock and ruin he scatters through
  the world, are all drawn with that pomp of horror,
  and detestation, which such monstrous actions
  deserve. And, since nothing could be more
  calculated for raising in the minds of the audience
  a true passion for liberty, and a just abhorrence of
  slavery, how this play came to be discouraged,
  next to a prohibition, in the latter end of queen
  Anne's reign, I leave it to others to give a reason.'

Thus far Dr. Welwood, who has endeavoured to point out the similiarity
of the character of Tamerlane, to that of king William. Though it is
certainly true, that the Tamerlane of Rowe contains grander sentiments
than any of his other plays; yet, it may be a matter of dispute whether
Tamerlane ought to give name to the play; for Tamerlane is victorious,
and Bajazet the sufferer. Besides the fate of these two monarchs, there
is likewise contained in it, the Episode of Moneses, and Arpasia, which
is of itself sufficiently distressful to make the subject of a tragedy.
The attention is diverted from the fall of Bajazet, which ought to have
been the main design, and bewildered in the fortunes of Moneses, and
Arpasia, Axalla and Selima: There are in short, in this play, events
enough for four; and in the variety and importance of them, Tamerlane
and Bajazet must be too much neglected. All the characters of a play
should be subordinate to the leading one, and their business in the
drama subservient to promote his fate; but this performance is not the
tragedy of Bajazet, or Tamerlane only; but likewise the tragedies of
Moneses and Arpasia, Axala and Selima. It is now performed annually, on
the 4th and 5th of November, in commemoration of the Gun-powder Treason,
and the landing of king William in this realm, when an occasional
prologue is spoken.

Another tragedy of Mr. Rowe's is the Fair Penitent, acted at the Theatre
in Lincoln's-Inn-Fields; and dedicated to the duchess of Ormond: This is
one of the most finished performances of our author. The character of
Sciolto the father is strongly marked; Horatio's the most amiable of all
characters, and is so sustained as to strike an audience very forcibly.
In this, as in the former play, Mr. Rowe is guilty of a mis-nomer; for
his Calista has not the least claim to be called the Fair Penitent,
which would be better changed to the Fair Wanton; for she discovers not
one pang of remorse till the last act, and that seems to arise more
from the external distress to which she is then exposed, than to any
compunctions of conscience. She still loves and doats on her base
betrayer, though a most insignificant creature. In this character, Rowe
has been true to the sex, in drawing a woman, as she generally is, fond
of her seducer; but he has not drawn drawn a Penitent. The character
of Altamont is one of those which the present players observe, is the
hardest to represent of any in the drama; there is a kind of meanness in
him, joined with an unsuspecting honest heart, and a doating fondness
for the false fair one, that is very difficult to illustrate: This part
has of late been generally given to performers of but very moderate
abilities; by which the play suffers prodigiously, and Altamont, who is
really one of the most important persons in the drama, is beheld with
neglect, or perhaps with contempt; but seldom with pity. Altamont,
in the hands of a good actor, would draw the eyes of the audience,
notwithstanding the blustering Lothario, and the superior dignity of
Horatio; for there is something in Altamont, to create our pity, and
work upon our compassion.

So many players failing of late, in the this character, leaves it a
matter of doubt, whether the actor is more mistaken in his performance;
or the manager in the distribution of parts.

The next tragedy Mr. Rowe wrote was his Ulysses, acted at the queen's
Theatre, in the Hay Market, and dedicated to the earl of Godolphin. This
play is not at present in possession of the stage, though it deserves
highly to be so, as the character of Penelope, is an excellent example
of conjugal fidelity: Who, though her lord had been ten years absent
from her, and various accounts had been given of his death, yet,
notwithstanding this, and the addresses of many royal suitors, she
preserved her heart for her Ulysses, who at last triumphed over his
enemies, and rescued his faithful queen from the persecution of her
wooers.--This play has business, passion, and tragic propriety to
recommend it.--.

The next play Mr. Rowe brought upon the stage, was his Royal Convert,
acted at the queen's Theatre, in the Haymarket, and dedicated to the
earl of Hallifax.

His next was the Tragedy of Jane Shore, written in imitation of
Shakespear's stile; acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane, and
dedicated to the duke of Queensberry and Dover. How Mr. Rowe could
imagine that this play is written at all in imitation of Shakespear's
stile, we cannot conceive; for so far as we are able to judge, it bears
not the least resemblance to that of Shakespear. The conduct of the
design is regular, and in that sense it partakes not of Shakespear's
wildness; the poetry is uniform, which marks it to be Rowe's, but in
that it is very different from Shakespear, whose excellency does
not consist merely in the beauty of soft language, or nightingale
descriptions; but in the general power of his drama, the boldness of the
images, and the force of his characters.

Our author afterwards brought upon the stage his Lady Jane Grey,
dedicated to the earl of Warwick; this play is justly in posession of
the stage likewise. Mr. Edmund Smith, of Christ's-Church, author of
Phædra and Hyppolitus, designed writing a Tragedy on this subject; and
at his death left some loose hints of sentiments, and short sketches of
scenes. From the last of these, Mr. Rowe acknowledges he borrowed
part of one, and inserted it in his third act, viz. that between lord
Guilford, and lady Jane. It is not much to be regretted, that Mr. Smith
did not live to finish this, since it fell into the hands of one so much
above him, as a dramatist; for if we may judge of Mr. Smith's abilities
of writing for the stage, by his Phædra and Hyppolitus, it would not
have been so well executed as by Rowe. Phædra and Hyppolitus, is a play
without passion, though of inimitable versification; and in the words
of a living poet, we may say of it, that not the character, but poet
speaks.

It may be justly said of all Rowe's Tragedies, that never poet painted
virtue, religion, and all the relative and social duties of life, in a
more alluring dress, on the stage; nor were ever vice or impiety, better
exposed to contempt and abhorrence.

The same principles of liberty he had early imbibed himself, seemed a
part of his constitution, and appeared in every thing he wrote; and he
took all occasions that fell in his way, to make his talents subservient
to them: His Muse was so religiously chaste, that I do not remember,
says Dr. Welwood, one word in any of his plays or writings, that might
admit of a double meaning in any point of decency, or morals. There is
nothing to be found in them, to flatter a depraved populace, or humour a
fashionable folly.

Mr. Rowe's Plays were written from the heart. He practised the virtue he
admired, and he never, in his gayest moments, suffered himself to talk
loosely or lightly upon religious or moral subjects; or to turn any
thing sacred, or which good men reverenced as such, into ridicule.

Our author wrote a comedy of three acts, called the Biter. It was
performed at the Theatre in Lincoln's-Inn-Fields; but without success,
for Rowe's genius did not lie towards Comedy.--In a conversation he had
with Mr. Pope, that great poet advised him to rescue the queen of Scots,
from the hands of Banks; and to make that lady to shine on the stage,
with a lustre equal to her character. Mr. Rowe observed in answer to
this, that he was a great admirer of queen Elizabeth; and as he
could not well plan a play upon the queen of Scots's story, without
introducing his favourite princess, who in that particular makes but an
indifferent figure, he chose to decline it: Besides, he knew that if he
favoured the northern lady, there was a strong party concerned to crush
it; and if he should make her appear less great than she was, and throw
a shade over her real endowments, he should violate truth, and incur
the displeasure of a faction, which though by far the minority, he knew
would be yet too powerful for a poet to combat with.

The late duke of Queensberry, when secretary of state, made Mr. Rowe
secretary for public affairs; and when that nobleman came to know him
well, he was never more delighted than when in his company: After the
duke's death, all avenues were stopt to his preferment; and during the
rest of queen Anne's reign, he passed his time with the Muses and his
books, and sometimes with the conversation of his friends.

While Mr. Rowe was thus without a patron, he went one day to pay his
court to the earl of Oxford, lord high treasurer of England, then at the
head of the Tory faction, who asked him if he understood Spanish well?
He answered no: but imagining that his lordship might intend to send him
into Spain on some honourable commission, he presently added, that in
a short time he did not doubt but he should presently be able, both to
understand it, and speak it. The earl approving of what he said, Mr.
Rowe took his leave, and immediately retired out of town to a private
country farm; where, within a few months, he learned the Spanish
tongue, and then waited again on the earl to give him an account of his
diligence. His lordship asking him, if he was sure he understood it
thoroughly, and Mr. Rowe answering in the affirmative, the earl burst
into an exclamation; 'How happy are you Mr. Rowe, that you can enjoy the
pleasure of reading, and understanding Don Quixote in the original!'

This wanton cruelty inflicted by his lordship, of raising expectations
in the mind, that he never intended to gratify, needs only be told to
excite indignation. Upon the accession of king George the 1st. to the
throne, Mr. Rowe was made Poet-Laureat, and one of the surveyors of the
customs, in the port of London. The prince of Wales conferred on him,
the place of clerk of his council, and the lord chancellor Parker, made
him his secretary for the presentations, the very day he received the
seals, and without his asking it.

He was twice married, first to a daughter of Mr. auditor Parsons;
and afterwards to a daughter of Mr. Devenish of a good family in
Dorsetshire. By his first wife, he had a son, and by his second a
daughter.

Mr. Rowe died the 6th of December 1718, in the 45th year of his age,
like a christian and a philosopher, and with an unfeigned resignation
to the will of God: He preferred an evenness of temper to the last, and
took leave of his wife, and friends, immediately before his last agony,
with the same tranquility of mind, as if he had been taking but a short
journey.

He was interred in Westminster-Abbey, over against Chaucer; his body
being attended with a vast number of friends, and the dean and chapter
officiating at the funeral. A tomb was afterwards erected to his memory,
by his wife, for which Mr. Pope wrote an epitaph, which we shall here
insert; not one word of which is hyperbolical, or more than he deserves.
Epitaph on ROWE, by Mr. POPE.

  Thy reliques, Rowe! to this sad shrine we trust,
  And near thy Shakespear place thy honour'd bust,
  Oh next him skill'd, to draw the tender tear,
  For never heart felt passion more sincere:
  To nobler sentiment to fire the brave.
  For never Briton more disdain'd a slave!
  Peace to thy gentle shade, and endless rest,
  Blest in thy genius, in thy love too blest!
  And blest, that timely from our scene remov'd
  Thy soul enjoys the liberty it lov'd.

  To these, so mourn'd in death, so lov'd in life!
  The childless parent and the widow'd wife
  With tears inscribes this monumental stone,
  That holds their ashes and expects her own

Mr. Rowe, as to his person, was graceful and well made, his face regular
and of a manly beauty; he had a quick, and fruitful invention, a deep
penetration, and a large compass of thought, with a singular dexterity,
and easiness in communicating his opinions. He was master of most parts
of polite learning, especially the Classic Authors, both Greek and
Latin; he understood the French, Italian and Spanish languages. He had
likewise read most of the Greek and Roman histories in their original
languages; and most that are written in English, French, Italian and
Spanish: He had a good taste in philosophy, and having a firm
impression of religion upon his mind, he took delight in divinity, and
ecclesiastical history, in both which he made great advances in the
times he retired to the country, which were frequent. He expressed upon
all occasions, his full perswasion of the truth of revealed religion;
and being a sincere member of the established church himself, he
pitied, but condemned not, those who departed from him; he abhorred the
principle of persecuting men on account of religious opinions, and being
strict in his own, he took it not upon him to censure those of another
persuasion. His conversation was pleasant, witty, and learned, without
the least tincture of affectation or pedantry; and his inimitable manner
of diverting, or enlivening the company, made it impossible for any one
to be out of humour when he was in it: Envy and detraction, seemed to be
entirely foreign to his constitution; and whatever provocation he met
with at any time, he passed them over, without the least thought of
resentment or revenge. There were not wanting some malevolent people,
and some pretenders to poetry too, that would sometimes bark at his best
performances; but he was too much conscious of his own genius, and had
so much good-nature as to forgive them, nor could however be tempted to
return them an answer.'

This is the amiable character of Mr. Rowe, drawn by Mr. Welwood, to
which we shall add the words of Mr. Pope, in a letter to Edward Blount,
Esq; dated February the 10th, 1715.

'There was a vivacity and gaiety of disposition almost peculiar to
Mr. Rowe, which made it impossible to part with him, without that
uneasiness, which generally succeeds all our pleasures.'

It would perhaps be injurious to the memory of Rowe, to dismiss his
life, without taking notice of his translations of Lucan, and Quillet's
Callipædia; the versification in both is musical, and well adapted to
the subject; nor is there any reason to doubt but that the true meaning
of the original, is faithfully preserved throughout the whole. These
translations, however, with Mr. Rowe's Occasional Poems, and Birth-Day
Odes, are but little read, and he is only distinguished as a dramatist;
for which we shall not pretend to assign a reason; but we may observe,
that a Muse capable of producing so many excellent dramatic pieces,
cannot be supposed to have executed any plan indifferently; however, it
may charm a reader less than that kind of composition, which is set off
on the Theatre, with so many advantages.

He published likewise an edition of the works of Shakespear, and
prefixed the life of that great man, from materials which he had been
industrious to collect, in the county where Shakespear was born, and to
which, after he had filled the world with admiration of his genius, he
retired.

We deem it unnecessary to give any specimen of Mr. Rowe's poetry; the
most celebrated speeches in his plays, which are beautifully harmonious;
are repeated by every body who reads poetry, or attends plays; and to
suppose the reader ignorant of them, would be to degrade him from that
rank of intelligence, without which he can be little illuminated by
perusing the _Lives of the Poets_.


[Footnote 1: Welwood's preface to Rowe's Lucan]

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JOHN SHEFFIELD, Duke of BUCKINGHAM.

This nobleman, who made a very great figure in the last age, as an
author, a statesman, and a soldier; was born about the year 1650. He
lost his father when he was about nine years of age, and his mother
soon after marrying lord Ossulton; the care of his education was left
entirely to a governor, who though a man of letters, did not much
improve him in his studies [1]. Having parted with his governor, with
whom he travelled into France; he soon found by conversing with men of
genius, that he was much deficient in many parts of literature, and that
while he acquired the graces of a gentleman, he was yet wanting in those
higher excellencies; without which politeness makes but an indifferent
figure, and can never raise a man to eminence.

He possessed an ample fortune, but for a while laid a restraint upon his
appetites, and passions, and dedicated for some time a certain number of
hours every day to his studies, by which means he acquired a degree of
learning, that entitled him to the character of a fine scholar. But not
content with that acquisition, our noble author extended his views yet
farther, and restless in the pursuit of distinction, we find him at a
very early age entering himself a volunteer in the second Dutch war; and
accordingly was in that famous naval engagement, where the duke of York
commanded as admiral, on which occasion his lordship behaved himself so
gallantly, that he was appointed commander of the royal Katherine, a
second rate man of war.

His lordship in his own Memoirs, tells us, that when he entered himself
a volunteer under his royal highness the duke of York, he was then
deeply engaged, and under the soft influence of love: He says, he never
shall forget the tenderness of parting from his mistress. On this
account double honour is due to him:--To enter the bustle of war,
without any other call, but that of honour, at an age when most young
noblemen are under the tuition of a dancing master, argued a generous
intrepid nature; but to leave the arms of his mistress, to tear himself
from her he doated on, in order to serve his country, carries in it yet
a higher degree of merit, and ought to put all young men of fortune to
the blush, who would rather meanly riot in luxurious ease at home, than
do honour to themselves and their country, by endeavouring to serve it.

His lordship acknowledges in the above-mentioned Memoirs, that the duke
of York did wonders in the engagement; and that he was as intrepid in
his nature, as some of his enemies supposed him to be of an opposite
character; though, says he, alluding to what afterwards happened,
misfortunes, age, and other accidents, will make a great man differ from
himself. We find our young nobleman while he was aboard a ship, amidst
the noise of the crew, could yet indulge his genius for poetry. One
would imagine that the ocean is too boisterous an element for the Muses,
whose darling wish is for ease and retirement; yet, we find him amidst
the roaring of winds and waves, open his Poem with these soothing lines.

  Within the silent shades of soft repose,
  Where fancy's boundless stream for ever flows;
  Where the enfranchis'd soul, at ease can play,
  Tir'd with the toilsome bus'ness of the day,
  Where princes gladly rest their weary heads,
  And change uneasy thrones for downy beds:
  Where seeming joys delude despairing minds,
  And where even jealousy some quiet finds;
  There I, and sorrow, for a while could part,
  Sleep clos'd my eyes, and eas'd a sighing heart.

Our author afterwards made a campaign in the French service.

As Tangier was in danger of being taken by the Moors, he offered to head
the forces which were to defend it; and accordingly he was appointed
commander of them. He was then earl of Mulgrave, and one of the lords
of the bed-chamber to king Charles the IId. In May 28, 1674, he was
installed knight of the Garter.

As he now began to be eminent at court, it was impossible but he must
have enemies, and these enemies being mean enough to hint stories to
his prejudice, in regard to some ladies, with whom the king was not
unconcerned; his lordship's command was not made so agreeable as it
otherwise would have been. The particulars of this affair have been
disputed by historians, some have imagined it to refer to some
celebrated courtezan, whose affections his lordship weaned from the
king, and drew them to himself; but Mrs. Manly, in her new Atalantis,
and Boyer, in his History of queen Anne, assign a very different cause.
They say, that before the lady Anne was married to prince George of
Denmark, she encouraged the addresses which the earl of Mulgrave was
bold enough to make her; and that he was sent to Tangier to break off
the correspondence.

Mrs. Manly in her Atalantis, says many unhandsome things of his
lordship, under the title of count Orgueil. Orgueil. Boyer says, some
years before the queen was married to prince George of Denmark, the earl
of Mulgrave, a nobleman of Singular accomplishments, both of mind and
person, aspired so high as to attempt to marry the lady Anne; but though
his addresses to her were checked, as soon as discovered, yet the
princess had ever an esteem for him.

This account is more probably true, than the former; when it is
considered, that by sending the earl to Tangier[2], a scheme was laid
for destroying him, and all the crew aboard the same vessel. For the
ship which was appointed to carry the general of the forces, was in such
a condition, that the captain of her declared, he was afraid to make the
voyage. Upon this representation, lord Mulgrave applied both to the lord
admiral, and the king himself: The first said, the ship was safe enough,
and no other could be then procured. The king answered him coldly, that
he hoped it would do, and that he should give himself no trouble about
it. His lordship was reduced to the extremity either of going in a leaky
ship, or absolutely refusing; which he knew his enemies would impute to
cowardice, and as he abhorred the imputation, he resolved, in opposition
to the advice of his friends, to hazard all; but at the same time
advised several volunteers of quality, not to accompany him in the
expedition, as their honour was not so much engaged as his; some of whom
wisely took his advice, but the earl of Plymouth, natural son of the
king, piqued himself in running the same danger with a man who went to
serve his father, and yet was used so strangely by the ill-offices of
his ministers.

Providence, however defeated the ministerial scheme of assassination,
by giving them the finest weather during the voyage, which held three
weeks, and by pumping all the time, they landed safe at last at Tangier,
where they met with admiral Herbert, afterwards earl of Torrington, who
could not but express his admiration, at their having performed such a
voyage in a ship he had sent home as unfit for service; but such was the
undisturbed tranquility and native firmness of the earl of Mulgrave's
mind, that in this hazardous voyage, he composed the Poem, part of which
we have quoted.

Had the earl of Mulgrave been guilty of any offence, capital, or
otherwise, the ministry might have called him to account for it; but
their contriving, and the king's consenting to so bloody a purpose, is
methinks such a stain upon them, as can never be wiped off; and had that
nobleman and the ship's crew perished, they would have added actual
murther, to concerted baseness.

Upon the approach of his lordship's forces, the Moors retired, and the
result of this expedition was, the blowing up of Tangier. Some time
after the king was appeased, the earl forgot the ill offices, that
had been done him; and enjoyed his majesty's favour to the last. He
continued in several great ports during the short reign of king James
the IId, till that prince abdicated the throne. As the earl constantly
and zealously advised him against several imprudent measures, which were
taken by the court, the king, some months before the revolution, began
to grow cooler towards him; but yet was so equitable as not to remove
him from his preferments: And after the king lost his crown, he had
the inward satisfaction, to be conscious, that his councils had not
contributed to that prince's misfortunes; and that himself, in any
manner, had not forfeited his honour and integrity.

That his lordship was no violent friend to, or promoter of, the
revolution, seems to appear from his conduct during that remarkable æra:
and particularly from the unfinished relation he left concerning it,
which was suppressed some years ago, by order of the government.

In a passage in his lordship's writings, it appears he was unwilling
that king James should leave England[3]. Just as the king was stepping
into bed the night before his going away, the earl of Mulgrave came into
the bed-chamber, which, being at so late an hour, might possibly give
the king some apprehensions of that lord's suspecting his design, with
which he was resolved not to trust him, nor any protestant: He therefore
stopped short, and turned about to whisper him in the ear, that his
commissioners had newly sent him a very hopeful account of some
accommodation with the Prince of Orange; to which that lord only replied
with a question, asking him if the Prince's army halted, or approached
nearer to London? the King owned they still marched on; at which the
earl shook his head, and said no more, only made him a low bow, with
a dejected countenance, humbly to make him understand that he gave no
credit to what the King's hard circumstances at that time obliged him to
dissemble. It also appears that the earl of Mulgrave was one of those
lords, who, immediately after the King's departure, sent letters to the
fleet, to the abandoned army of King James, and to all the considerable
garrisons in England, which kept them in order and subjection, not only
to the present authority, but that which should be settled afterwards.

To his lordship's humanity was owing the protection King James obtained
from the Lords in London, upon his being seized, and insulted by the
populace at Feversham in Kent; before which time, says he, 'the Peers
sat daily in the council chamber in Whitehall, where the lord Mulgrave
one morning happened to be advertised privately that the King had been
seized by the angry rabble at Feversham, and had sent a poor countryman
with the news, in order to procure his rescue, which was like to come
too late, since the messenger had waited long at the council door,
without any body's being willing to take notice of him. This sad account
moved him with great compassion at so extraordinary an instance of
worldly uncertainty; and no cautions of offending the prevailing party
were able to restrain him from shewing a little indignation at so mean a
proceeding in the council; upon which, their new president, the marquis
of Hallifax, would have adjourned it hastily, in order to prevent him.
But the lord Mulgrave earnestly conjured them all to sit down again,
that he might acquaint them with a matter that admitted no delay, and
was of the highest importance imaginable.

Accordingly the Lords, who knew nothing of the business, could not but
hearken to it; and those few that guessed it, and saw the consequence,
yet wanted time enough for concerting together about so nice, and very
important a matter, as saving, or losing a King's life. The Lords then
sat down again, and he represented to them what barbarity it would be,
for such an assembly's conniving at the rabble's tearing to pieces,
even any private gentleman, much more a great Prince, who, with all his
popery, was still their Sovereign; so that mere shame obliged them to
suspend their politics awhile, and call in the messenger, who told them
with tears, how the King had engaged him to deliver a letter from him to
any persons he could find willing to save him from so imminent a danger.
The letter had no superscription, and was to this effect;

'To acquaint the reader of it, that he had been discovered in his
retreat by some fishermen of Kent, and secured at first there by the
gentry, who were afterwards forced to resign him into the hands of an
insolent rabble.

Upon so pressing an occasion, and now so very publickly made known,
the council was surprized, and under some difficulty, for as there was
danger of displeasing by doing their duty, so there was no less
by omitting it, since the Law makes it highly criminal in such an
extremity; besides that most of them as yet unacquainted with the Prince
of Orange, imagined him prudent, and consequently capable of punishing
so base a desertion, either out of generosity, or policy. These found
afterwards their caution needless, but at present it influenced the
council to send 200 of the life guards under their captain the earl
of Feversham; first to rescue the King from all danger of the common
people, and afterwards to attend him toward the sea side; if he
continued his resolution of retiring, which they thought it more decent
to connive at, than to detain him here by force.'

Whoever has the least spark of generosity in his nature, cannot but
highly applaud this tender conduct of his lordship's, towards his
Sovereign in distress; and look with contempt upon the slowness of the
council in dispatching a force to his relief, especially when we find it
was only out of dread, lest they should displease the Prince of Orange,
that they sent any: this shewed a meanness of spirit, a want of true
honour, to such a degree, that the Prince of Orange himself could not,
consistently with good policy, trust those worshippers of power, who
could hear, unconcerned, that their late Sovereign was in the hands of a
vile rabble, and intreating them in vain for rescue.

The earl of Mulgrave made no mean compliances to King William,
immediately after the revolution, but when he went to pay his addresses
to him, he was well received; yet did he not accept of a post in the
government till some years after.

May 10, in the 6th year of William and Mary, he was created marquis of
Normanby, in the county of Lincoln. When it was debated in Parliament,
whether the Prince of Orange should be proclaimed King, or the Princess
his wife reign solely in her own right, he voted and spoke for the
former, and gave these reasons for it. That he thought the title of
either person was equal; and since the Parliament was to decide the
matter, he judged it would much better please that Prince, who was now
become their Protector, and was also in itself a thing more becoming so
good a Princess, as Queen Mary, to partake with her husband a crown so
obtained, than to possess it entirely as her own. After long debates in
Parliament, the crown at last was settled upon William and Mary. Burnet
lord bishop of Salisbury, whose affection for the revolution none I
believe can doubt, freely acknowledges that the King was resolved not to
hold the government by right of his wife; 'he would not think of holding
any thing by apron strings:' he was jealous of the friends of his wife,
and never, forgave them; and, last of all, he threatened to leave them
in the lurch, that is, to retire to Holland, with his Dutch army; so
restless, says Mulgrave in another place, is ambition, in its highest
scenes of success.

During the reign of King William however, he enjoyed some considerable
posts, and was generally pretty well in his favour, and confidence.
April 21, 1702, he was sworn Lord Privy Seal, and the same year
appointed one of the commissioners to treat of an union between England
and Scotland, and was made Lord Lieutenant, and Custos Rotulorum for the
North Riding of Yorkshire, and one of the governors of the Charterhouse.

March 9, 1703, he was created duke of Normanby, having been made marquis
of Normanby by King William, and on the 19th of the same month duke of
Buckingham. In 1711 he was made Steward of her Majesty's Houshold, and
President of the Council; and on her decease, was one of the Lords
Justices in Great Britain, 'till King George arrived from Hanover.

In 1710 the Whig ministry began to lose ground, and Mr. Harley, since
earl of Oxford, and the Lord Treasurer made the proper use of those
circumstances, yet wanting some assistance, applied to the duke of
Buckingham. The duke, who was not then on good terms with Mr. Harley, at
first slighted his proposal, but afterwards joined with him and others,
which produced a revolution in the ministry, and shook the power of
the duke and duchess of Marlborough, while Mr. Harley, the earl of
Shrewsbury, lord Bolingbroke, &c. came into the administration. The
duke was attached to Tory principles. Her Majesty offered to make him
chancellor, which he thought proper to refuse. He was out of employment
for some time, during which, he did not so much as pay his compliments
at court, 'till he married his third wife, and then went to kiss her
Majesty's hand.

The duke of Buckingham, though reckoned haughty, and ill natured, was
yet of a tender, compassionate disposition; but as the best characters
have generally some allay, he is allowed to have been very passionate;
but after his warmth subsided, he endeavoured to atone for it by acts
of kindness and beneficence to those upon whom his passion had vented
itself. Several years before his grace died, he was well known to have
expressed some concern for the libertinism of his youth, especially
regarding the fair sex, in which he had indulged himself himself very
freely. He was survived only by one legitimate son, but left several
natural children;

Our noble author has been charged by some of his enemies, with the
sordid vice of covetousness, but without foundation; for, as a strong
indication that he was not avaritious, he lost a considerable part of
his fortune, merely by not taking the pains to visit, during the space
of 40 years, his estates at some distance from London; and whoever is
acquainted with human nature knows, that indolence and covetousness are
incompatible.

His grace died the 24th of February 1720, in the 75th year of his age,
and after lying in state for some days at Buckingham-House, was
carried from thence with great funeral solemnity, and interred in
Westminster-Abbey, where a monument is erected to his memory, upon which
the following epitaph is engraved, by his own direction, as appears from
a passage in his will.

'Since something is usually written on monuments, I direct that the
following lines shall be put on mine, viz.

'In one place.

Pro Rege sæpe, pro Republica semper.

'In another.

  Dubius, sed non improbus vixi.
  Incertus morior, sed inturbatus.
  Humanum est nescire & errare.
  Christum adveneror, Deo confido
  Omnipotenti, benevolentissimo.
  Ens Entium miserere mihi.'

The words Christum adveneror are omitted at the desire of the late
bishop Atterbury, who thought them not strong enough in regard to
Christ; under the whole are the following words,

  Catharina Buckinghamicæ: Ducissa
  Mærens extrui curavit Anno MDCCXXI.

Edmund, the duke's eldest son, already mentioned, was snatched away
in his bloom; a youth from whom the greatest things might have been
expected, as he was untainted with the vices of the age: he was very
remarkable for his modesty, which vulgar minds imputed to want of
powers, but those who knew him best, have given a different testimony
concerning him, and have represented him as possessed of all the genius
of his father, with more strict and inviolable morals. With this young
nobleman the titles of the Sheffield family expired.

The duke, his father, informs us of a duel he was to have fought with
the witty earl of Rochester, which he thus relates; after telling us
that the cause of the quarrel happened between the first and second
Dutch war.

'I was inform'd (says his grace) that the earl of Rochester had said
something very malicious of me; I therefore sent colonel Aston, a very
mettled friend of mine, to call him to account for it; he denied the
words, and indeed I was soon convinced he had never said them. But
a mere report, though I found it to be false, obliged me (as I then
foolishly thought) to go on with the quarrel; and the next day was
appointed for us to fight on horseback: a way in England a little
unusual, but it was his part to chuse. Accordingly I and my second lay
the night before at Knightsbridge privately, to avoid being secured at
London on any suspicion, which we found ourselves more in danger of
there, because we had all the appearance of highwaymen, that had a mind
to lye skulking in an odd inn for one night. In the morning we met the
lord Rochester at the place appointed, who, instead of James Porter,
whom he assured Aston he would make his second, brought an errant
life-guard-man, whom nobody knew. To this Mr. 'Aston took exception, as
being no suitable adversary, especially considering how extremely well
he was mounted, whereas we had only a couple of pads; upon which we all
agreed to fight on foot. But as my lord Rochester and I were riding into
the next field in order to it, he told me that he had at first chosen
to fight on horseback, because he was so weak with a certain distemper,
that he found himself unfit to fight at all any way, much less a foot.
I was extremely surprized, because no man at that time had a better
reputation for courage; and my anger against him being quite subsided,
I took the liberty to represent to him what a ridiculous story it would
make, should we return without fighting; and told him, that I must in my
own defence be obliged to lay the fault on him, by telling the truth of
the matter. His answer was, that he submitted to it, and hoped I would
not take the advantage in having to do with any man in so weak a
condition: I replied, that by such an argument he had sufficiently tied
my hands, upon condition, I might call our seconds to be witnesses of
the whole business, which he consented to, and so we parted. Upon our
return to London, we found it full of this quarrel, upon our being
absent so long; and therefore Mr. Aston thought fit to write down every
word and circumstance of this whole matter, in order to spread every
where the true reason of our returning without having fought; which
being not in the least contradicted, or resented by the lord Rochester,
entirely ruined his reputation for courage, though nobody had still
a greater as to wit, which supported him pretty well in the world,
notwithstanding some more accidents of the same kind, that never fail to
succeed one another, when once people know a man's weakness.' The duke
of Buckingham's works speak him a beautiful prose writer, and a very
considerable poet, which is proved by the testimony of some of the best
writers, his cotemporaries.

His prose works consist chiefly of

Historical Memoirs, Speeches in Parliament, Characters, Dialogues,
Critical Observations, Speeches and Essays, which, with his poetical
compositions, were printed by Alderman Barber in 1723. in two splendid
4to volumes. The first volume containing pieces in most species of
poetry, the epic excepted, and also imitations from other authors. His
Grace wrote some Epigrams, a great number of lyric pieces, some in the
elegiac strain, and others in the dramatic. Amongst his poems, an Essay
on Poetry, which contains excellent instructions to form the poet, is
by far the most distinguished. He wrote a play called Julius Cæsar and
another called Brutus: or rather altered them from Shakespear.

His grace was a great lover of the polite arts in general, as appears
from the fondness he expresses for them in several parts of his works;
particularly Painting, Sculpture, and Architecture; of the two former
he made several curious collections, and his house, built under his
direction in St. James's Park, speaks him not unacquainted with the
latter. It would be superfluous to enumerate all the writers who have
given testimony in his grace's favour as an author. Dryden in several of
his Dedications, while he expresses the warmth of his gratitude, fails
not to convey the most amiable idea of his lordship, and represents him
as a noble writer. He lived in friendship with that great poet, who has
raised indelible monuments to his memory. I shall add but one other
testimony of his merit, which if some should think unnecessary, yet
it is pleasing; the lines are delightfully sweet and flowing. In his
Miscellanies thus speaks Mr. Pope;

  'Muse 'tis enough, at length thy labour ends,
  And thou shalt live; for Buckingham commends.
  Let crowds of critics now my verse assail,
  Let Dennis write, and nameless numbers rail.
  This more than pays whole years of thankless pain,
  Time, health, and fortune, are not lost in vain.
  Sheffield approves: conferring Phoebus bends;
  And I, and malice, from this hour are friends.'

The two plays of Julius Cæsar, which he altered from Shakespear, are
both with Chorusses, after the manner of the Ancients: These plays were
to have been performed in the year 1729, and all the Chorusses were set
to music by that great master in composition, Signor Bononcini; but
English voices being few, the Italians were applied to, who demanded
more for their nightly performance, than the receipts of the house could
amount to at the usual raised prices, and on that account the design was
dropt.

It appears that our noble author had conceived a great regard for Mr.
Pope, on his earliest appearance in the literary world; and was among
the first to acknowledge the young bard's merit, in commendatory verses
upon his excellence in poetry. The following compliment from the duke is
prefixed to the first volume of Mr. Pope's works.

On Mr. POPE, and his POEMs, by his Grace JOHN SHEFFIELD, Duke of
BUCKINGHAM.

  With age decay'd, with courts and bus'ness tir'd,
  Caring for nothing, but what ease requir'd;
  Too dully serious for the muses sport,
  And from the critics safe arriv'd in port;
  I little thought of launching forth agen,
  Amidst advent'rous rovers of the pen;
  And after so much undeserv'd success,
  Thus hazarding at last to make it less.
  Encomiums suit not this censorious time,
  Itself a subject for satyric rhime;
  Ignorance honour'd, wit and mirth defam'd,
  Folly triumphant, and ev'n Homer blam'd!
  But to this genius, join'd with so much art,
  Such various learning mix'd in ev'ry part,
  Poets are bound a loud applause to pay;
  Apollo bids it, and they must obey.
  And yet so wonderful, sublime a thing,
  As the great ILIAD, scarce cou'd make me sing;
  Except I justly cou'd at once commend
  A good companion, and as firm a friend.
  One moral, or a mere well-natur'd deed
  Can all desert in sciences exceed.
  'Tis great delight to laugh at some men's ways,
  But a much greater to give merit praise.


[Footnote 1: Character of the Duke of Buckingham, p. 2. London, 1739.]

[Footnote 2: General Dictionary. See Article Sheffield.]

[Footnote 3: Vol, ii, p. 106.]

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CHARLES COTTON, Esq;

This ingenious gentleman lived in the reigns of Charles and James II.
He resided for a great part of his life at Beresford in the county of
Stafford. He had some reputation for lyric poetry, but was particularly
famous for burlesque verse. He translated from the French Monsieur
Corneille's Horace, printed in 4to. London 1671, and dedicated to his
dear sister Mrs. Stanhope Hutchinson. This play was first finished in
1665, but in his prefatory epistle he tells us,

  'that neither at that time, nor for several years after, was it
  intended for the public view, it being written for the private
  divertisement of a fair young lady, and, ever since it had the
  honour first to kiss her hands, was so entirely hers, that the
  author did not reserve so much as the Brouillon to himself;
  however, she being prevailed upon, though with some difficulty,
  it was printed in 8vo. 1670.'

As to the merit of this play in the original, it is sufficient to
observe, that the critics have allowed it to be the best tragedy of
Corneille, and the author himself is of the same opinion, provided the
three last acts had been equal to the two first. As to the translation
by Mr. Cotton, we have very considerable authority to pronounce it
better than that of Mrs. Katherine Philips, who could not number
versification among her qualities. The plot of this play, so far
as history is concerned, may be read in Livy, Florus, Dionysius
Halicarnasseus, &c. Our stage has lately had a play founded upon this
story, added to the many it has received, called the Roman Father, by
Mr. W. Whitehead.

Besides this translation, Mr. Cotton is author of many other works, such
as his poem called the Wonders of the Peak, printed in 8vo. London 168;
[1] His burlesque Poem, called Scarronides, or Virgil Travestie, a mock
Poem, on the first and fourth Books of Virgil's Æneid, printed in 8vo.
London 1678. Though the title seems to imply as if his poem was in
imitation of Scarron, who has translated eight books of Virgil in the
same manner, yet they who will compare both these pieces, will possibly
find, that he has not only exceeded the French, but all those who have
made any attempts on that kind of poetry, the incomparable author of
Hudibras excepted. Mr. Cotton likewise translated several of Lucian's
Dialogues into burlesque verse, printed in 8vo. London 1675, under
the title of the Scoffer Scoff'd. In 1689 a volume of poems, with Mr.
Cotton's name prefixed, was published in London: on these poems colonel
Lovelace, Sir Alton Cockaine, Robert Harrick, esq; and Mr. Alexander
Brome, complimented the author by copies of verses prefixed; but Mr.
Langbain observes, that the truest picture of Mr. Cotton's mind is to
be seen in a little piece published at the end of these poems called
Retirement; but the chief of Mr. Cotton's production, seems to be his
translation of Montaigne's Essays, dedicated to George Lord Saville,
Marquis of Hallifax; his lordship in a letter to him, thus express his
esteem for the translator, and admiration of his performance. This
letter is printed amongst the other pieces of the marquis's in a thin
12mo.

 'Sir, I have too long delayed my thanks to you for giving me such an
  obliging evidence of your remembrance: that alone would have been a
  welcome present, but when joined with the book in the world I am the
  best entertained with, it raiseth a strong desire in me to be better
  known, where I am sure to be much pleased. I have, 'till now, thought
  wit could not be translated, and do still retain so much of that
  opinion, that I believe it impossible, except by one, whose genius
  cometh up to the author. You have so kept the original strength of his
  thought, that it almost tempts a man to believe the transmigration of
  souls. He hath by your means mended his first edition. To transplant
  and make him ours, is not only a valuable acquisition to us, but a just
  censure of the critical impertinence of those French scriblers, who
  have taken pains to make little cavils and exceptions, to lessen the
  reputation of this great man, whom nature hath made too big to confine
  himself to the exactness of a studied stile. He let his mind have its
  full flight, and shewed by a generous kind of negligence, that he
  did not write for praise, but to give to the world a true picture of
  himself, and of mankind. He scorned affected periods to please the
  mistaken reader with an empty chime of words; he hath no affectation to
  set himself out, and dependeth wholly upon the natural force of what is
  his own, and the excellent application of what he borroweth.

  'You see, sir, I have kindness enough for Monsieur de Montaigne to be
  your rival, but nobody can pretend to be in equal competition with you.
  I do willingly yield, which is no small matter for a man to do to a
  more prosperous lover, and if you will repay this piece of justice with
  another, pray believe, that he who can translate such an author without
  doing him wrong, must not only make me glad, but proud of being his

  most humble servant,'
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Thus far the testimony of the marquis of Hallifax in favour of our
author's performance, and we have good reason to conclude, that the
translation, is not without great merit, when so accomplished a judge
has praised it.

We cannot be certain in what year our author died, but it was probably
some time about the revolution. He appears to have been a man of very
considerable genius, to have had an extraordinary natural vein of
humour, and an uncommon flow of pleasantry: he was certainly born a
poet, and wrote his verses easily, but rather too loosely; his numbers
being frequently harsh, and his stile negligent, and unpolished. The
cause of his Life being inserted out of chronological order, was an
accident, the particulars of which are not of importance enough to be
mentioned.


[Footnote 1: M. Cotton's works are printed together in one volume, 12mo.
The thirteenth edition is dated 1751.]

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The Right Honourable Joseph Addison, Esq;

This elegant writer, to whom the world owes so many obligations, was
born at Milton near Ambrosbury in the county of Wilts (of which place
his father, Mr. Lancelot Addison, was then rector) on the 6th of May
1672; and being not thought likely to live, was baptized on the same
day, as appears from the church register. When he grew up to an age fit
for going to school, he was put under the care of the rev. Mr. Naish at
Ambrosbury. He afterwards removed to a school at Salisbury, taught by
the rev. Mr. Taylor, thence to the Charter-house, where he was under the
tuition of the learned Dr. Ellis, and where he contracted an intimacy
with Mr. Steel, afterwards Sir Richard, which continued as long as Mr.
Addison lived. He was not above fifteen years old when he was entered of
Queen's College, Oxford, in which his father had been placed: where he
applied himself so closely to the study of classical learning, that in
a very short time he became master of a very elegant Latin stile, even
before he arrived at that age when ordinary scholars begin to write good
English.

In the year 1687 a copy of his verses in that tongue fell into the hands
of Dr. Lancaster dean of Magdalen College, who was so pleased with them,
that he immediately procured their author's election into that house
[1]; where he took the degrees of bachelor, and matter of arts. In the
course of a few years his Latin poetry was justly admired at both the
universities, and procured him great reputation there, before his name
was so much as known in London. When he was in the 22d year of his
age, he published a copy of verses addressed to Mr. Dryden, which soon
procured him the notice of some of the poetical judges in that age. The
verses are not without their elegance, but if they are much removed
above common rhimes, they fall infinitely short of the character Mr.
Addison's friends bestowed upon them. Some little space intervening, he
sent into the world a translation of the 4th Georgic of Virgil, of which
we need not say any more, than that it was commended by Mr. Dryden. He
wrote also that discourse on the Georgics, prefixed to them by way of
preface in Mr. Dryden's translation, and chose to withhold his name from
that judicious composition, because it contained an untried strain of
criticism, which bore hard upon the old professors of that art, and
therefore was not so fit for a young man to take upon himself; and Mr.
Dryden, who was above the meanness of fathering any one's work, owns
the Essay on the Georgics to have come from a friend, whose name is not
mentioned, because he desired to have it concealed.

The next year Mr. Addison wrote several poems of different kinds;
amongst the rest, one addressed to Henry Sacheverel, who became
afterwards so exceedingly famous. The following year he wrote a poem to
King William on one of his Campaigns, addressed to the Lord Keeper (Sir
John Somers.) That excellent statesman received this mark of a young
author's attachment with great humanity, admitted Mr. Addison into the
number of his friends, and gave him on all occasions distinguishing
proofs of a sincere esteem [2]. While he was at the university, he had
been pressingly sollicited to enter into holy orders, which he seemed
once resolved on, probably in obedience to his father's authority; but
being conscious of the importance of the undertaking, and deterred by
his extreme modesty, he relinquished, says Mr. Tickell, all views that
way; but Sir Richard Steel in his letter to Mr. Congreve prefixed to
the Drummer, who had a quarrel with Tickell, on account of an injurious
treatment of him, says, that those were not the reasons which made Mr.
Addison turn his thoughts to the civil world, 'and as you were the
inducement (says he) of his becoming acquainted with my lord Hallifax,
I doubt not but you remember the warm instances that noble lord made
to the head of the college, not to insist on Mr. Addison's going into
orders; his arguments were founded on the general pravity and
corruption of men of business, who wanted liberal education; and I
remember, as if I had read the letter yesterday, that my lord ended with
a compliment, that however he might be represented as no friend to the
church, he would never do it any other injury than by keeping
Mr. Addison out of it.'

Mr. Addison having discovered an inclination to travel, the
abovementioned patron, out of zeal, as well to his country, as our
author, procured him from the crown an annual pension of 300 l. which
enabled him to make a tour to Italy the latter end of 1699. His Latin
poems dedicated to Mr. Montague, then Chancellor of the Exchequer, were
printed before his departure, in the Musaæ Anglicanæ, and were as much
esteemed in foreign countries, as at home, particularly by that
noble wit of France, Boileau. It is from Mr. Tickell we learn this
circumstance in relation to Boileau, and we shall present it to the
reader in his own words; 'his country owes it to Mr. Addison, that the
famous Monsieur Boileau first conceived an opinion of the English
genius for poetry, by perusing the present he made him of the Musæ
Anglicanæ. It has been currently reported, that this famous French
poet, among the civilities he shewed Mr. Addison on that occasion,
affirmed, that he would not have written against Perrault, had he
before seen such excellent pieces by a modern hand. The compliment
he meant, was, that these books had given him a very new idea of the
English politeness, and that he did not question, but there were
excellent compositions in the native language of a country, which
possessed the Roman genius in so eminent a degree.'

In 1701 Mr. Addison wrote an epistolary poem from Italy to lord
Hallifax, which is much admired as a finished piece in its kind, and
indeed some have pronounced it the best of Mr. Addison's performances.
It was translated by the Abbot Antonio Mario Salvini, Greek Professor
at Florence into Italian verse, which translation is printed with the
original in Mr. Tickell's 4to. edition of Mr. Addison's works. This poem
is in the highest esteem in Italy, because there are in it the best
turned compliments on that country, that, perhaps, are to be found
any where: and the Italians, on account of their familiarity with
the objects it describes, must have a higher relish of it. This poem
likewise shews his gratitude to lord Hallifax, who had been that year
impeached by the Commons in Parliament, for procuring exorbitant grants
from the crown to his own use; and further charged with cutting down,
and wasting the timber in his Majesty's forests, and with holding
several offices in his Majesty's Exchequer, that were inconsistent, and
designed as checks upon each other: The Commons had likewise addressed
the King to remove him from his councils, and presence for ever. These
were the causes of his retiring, and Mr. Addison's address at this time,
was a noble instance of his fidelity, and stedfastness to his friends.
On his return to England, he published an account of his travels,
dedicated to lord Somers; he would have returned earlier than he did,
had not he been thought of as a proper person to attend prince Eugene,
who then commanded for the emperor in Italy, which employment would much
have pleased him; but the death of king William intervening caused a
cessation of his pension and his hopes.

For a considerable space of time he remained at home, and as his
friends were out of the ministry, he had no opportunity to display his
abilities, or to meet a competent regard for the honour his works had
already done his country. He owed both to an accident: In the year 1704
lord treasurer Godolphin happened to complain to the lord Hallifax, that
the duke of Marlborough's victory at Blenheim, had not been celebrated
in verse, in the manner it deserved, and told him, that he would take
it kind, if his lordship, who was the patron of the poets, would name a
gentleman capable of writing upon so elevated a subject. Lord Hallifax
replied with some quickness, that he was well acquainted with such a
person, but that he would not name him; and observed, that he had long
seen with indignation, men of little or no merit, maintained in pomp and
luxury, at the expence of the public, while persons of too much modesty,
with great abilities, languished in obscurity. The treasurer answered,
very coolly, that he was sorry his lordship had occasion to make such an
observation; but that in the mean time, he would engage his honour, that
whoever his lordship should name, might venture upon this theme, without
fear of losing his time. Lord Hallifax thereupon named Mr. Addison, but
insisted the treasurer should send to him himself, which he promised.
Accordingly he prevailed upon Mr. Boyle, then chancellor of the
exchequer, to go in his name to Mr. Addison, and communicate to him the
business, which he did in so obliging a manner, that he readily entered
upon the task [3]. The lord treasurer saw the Poem before it was
finished, when the author had written no farther than the celebrated
simile of the Angel, and was so much pleased with it, that he
immediately made him commissioner of appeals, in the room of Mr. Locke,
who was promoted to be one of the lords commissioners for trade, &c.

His Poem, entitled the Campaign, was received with loud and general
applause: It is addressed to the duke of Marlborough, and contains a
short view of the military transactions in the year 1704, and a very
particular description of the two great actions at Schellemberg and
Blenheim.

In 1705 Mr. Addison attended the lord Hallifax to Hanover; and in the
succeeding year he was made choice of for under-secretary to Sir Charles
Hedges, then appointed secretary of state. In the month of December, in
the same year, the earl of Sunderland, who succeeded Sir Charles in that
office, continued Mr. Addison in the post of under secretary.

Operas being now much in fashion, many people of distinction and true
taste, importuned him to make a trial, whether sense and sound were
really so incompatible, as some admirers of the Italian pieces would
represent them. He was at last prevailed upon to comply with their
request, and composed his Rosamond: This piece was inscribed to the
duchess of Marlborough, and met with but indifferent success on the
stage. Many looked upon it as not properly an Opera; for considering
what numbers of miserable productions had born that title, they were
scarce satisfied that so superior a piece should appear under the same
denomination About this time our author assisted Sir Richard Steel, in a
play called the Tender Husband; to which he wrote a humorous Prologue.
Sir Richard, whose gratitude was as warm and ready as his wit, surprized
him with a dedication, which may be considered as one of the few
monuments of praise, not unworthy the great person to whose honour it
was raised.

In 1709 he went over to Ireland, as secretary to the marquis of Wharton,
appointed lord lieutenant of that kingdom. Her majesty also, was
pleased, as a mark of her peculiar favour, to augment the salary annexed
to the keeper of the records in that nation, and bestow it upon him.
While he was in Ireland, his friend Sir Richard Steel published the
Tatler, which appeared for the first time, on the 12th of April 1709:
Mr. Addison (says Tickell) discovered the author by an observation on
Virgil he had communicated to him. This discovery led him to afford
farther assistance, insomuch, that as the author of the Tatler well
exprest it, he fared by this means, like a distrest prince, who calls
in a powerful neighbour to his aid: that is, he was undone by his
auxiliary.

The superiority of Mr. Addison's papers in that work is universally
admitted; and being more at leisure upon the change of the ministry, he
continued assisting in the Tatler till 1711, when it was dropt.

No sooner was the Tatler laid down, but Sir Richard Steel, in concert
with Mr. Addison, formed the plan of the Spectator. The first paper
appeared on the first of March 1711, and in the course of that great
work, Mr. Addison furnished all the papers marked with any Letters of
the Muse CLIO; and which were generally most admired. Tickell, who had
no kindness for Sir Richard Steel, meanly supposes that he marked his
paper out of precaution against Sir Richard; which was an ill-natur'd
insinuation; for in the conclusion of the Spectators, he acknowledges to
Mr. Addison, all he had a right to; and in his letter to Congreve, he
declares that Addison's papers were marked by him, out of tenderness to
his friend, and a warm zeal for his fame. Steel was a generous grateful
friend; it therefore ill became Mr. Tickell in the defence of Mr.
Addison's honour, which needed no such stratagem, to depreciate one of
his dearest friends; and at the expence of truth, and his reputation,
raise the character of his Hero. Sir Richard had opposed Mr. Addison,
in the choice of Mr. Tickell as his secretary; which it seems he could
never forget nor forgive.

In the Spectators, Sir Roger de Coverly was Mr. Addison's favourite
character; and so tender was he of it, that he went to Sir Richard, upon
his publishing a Spectator, in which he made Sir Roger pick up a woman
in the temple cloisters, and would not part with his friend, until he
promised to meddle with the old knight's character no more. However, Mr.
Addison to make sure, and to prevent any absurdities the writers of the
subsequent Spectators might fall into, resolved to remove that character
out of the way; or, as he pleasantly expressed it to an intimate friend,
killed Sir Roger, that no body else might murther him. When the old
Spectator was finished, a new one appeared; but, though written by men
of wit and genius, it did not succeed, and they were wise enough not to
push the attempt too far. Posterity must have a high idea of the taste
and good sense of the British nation, when they are informed, that
twenty-thousand of these papers were sometimes sold in a day. [4]

The Guardian, a paper of the same tendency, entertained the town in the
years 1713 and 1714, in which Mr. Addison had likewise a very large
share; he also wrote two papers in the Lover.

In the year 1713 appeared his famous Cato. He entered into a design of
writing a Tragedy on that subject, when he was very young; and when
he was on his travels he actually wrote four acts of it: However, he
retouched it on his return, without any design of bringing it on the
stage; but some friends of his imagining it might be of service to the
cause of liberty, he was prevailed upon to finish it for the theatre,
which he accordingly did. When this play appeared, it was received with
boundless admiration; and during the representation on the first night,
on which its fate depended, it is said that Mr. Addison discovered
uncommon timidity; he was agitated between hope and fear, and while he
remained retired in the green-room, he kept a person continually going
backwards and forwards, from the stage to the place where he was, to
inform him how it succeeded, and till the whole was over, and the
success confirmed, he never ventured to move.

When it was published, it was recommended by many Copies of Verses
prefixed to it, amongst which the sincerity of Mr. Steele, and the
genius of Eusden, deserve to be distinguished: But, as I would not omit
any particulars relative to this renowned play, and its great author, I
shall insert a letter of Mr. Pope's to Sir William Turnbull, dated
the 30th of April 1713, in which are some circumstances that merit
commemoration.

SIR,

'As to poetical affairs, I am content at present to be a bare looker on,
and from a practitioner turn an admirer; which as the world goes, is not
very usual. Cato was not so much the wonder of Rome in his Days, as he
is of Britain in ours; and though all the foolish industry possible had
been used to make it thought a party play, yet what the author once said
of another, may the most properly in the world be applied to him on this
occasion.

  Envy itself is dumb, in wonder lost,
  And factions strive who shall applaud him most.

The numerous and violent claps of the Whig party, on the one side of the
theatre, were ecchoed back by the Tories on the other; while the
author sweated behind the scenes, with concern to find their applause
proceeding more from the hand than the head. This was the case too with
the Prologue writer, who was clapp'd into a staunch Whig at the end of
every two lines. I believe you have heard, that after all the applauses
of the opposite faction, my lord Bolingbroke sent for Booth, who played
Cato, into the box, between one of the acts, and presented him with
fifty guineas, in acknowledgment as he expressed it, for defending the
cause of liberty so well against a perpetual dictator. The Whigs are
unwilling to be distanced this way, and therefore design a present to
the same Cato very speedily; in the mean time, they are getting ready
as good a sentence as the former on their side, so betwixt them it is
probable, that Cato (as Dr. Garth exprest it) may have something to live
upon after he dies.'

Immediately after the publication of this Tragedy, there came abroad a
pamphlet, entitled, Observations on Cato; written by the ingenious Dr.
Sewel: The design of this piece was to show that the applause this
Tragedy met with was founded on merit. It is a very accurate and
entertaining criticism, and tends to secure the poet the hearts of his
readers, as well as of his audience.

Our author was not however without enemies, amongst whom was Mr. Dennis,
who attacked it, first in a pamphlet, and then in a subsequent work, in
which he employed seven letters in pulling it to pieces: In some of his
remarks he is candid, and judicious enough, in others he is trifling and
ill natur'd, and I think it is pretty plain he was agitated by envy; for
as the intent of that play was to promote the Whig interest, of which
Mr. Dennis was a zealous abettor, he could not therefore disesteem it
from party principles.

Another gentleman, who called himself a scholar at Oxford, considered
the play in a very different light; and endeavoured to serve his party
by turning the cannon upon the enemy. The title of this pamphlet is, Mr.
Addison turned Tory: It is written with great spirit and vivacity. Cato
was speedily translated into French by Mr. Boyer, but with no spirit: It
was translated likewise into Italian.

Voltaire has commended, and condemned Mr. Addison by turns, and in
respect to Cato, he admires, and censures it extravagantly. The
principal character he allows superior to any before brought upon the
stage, but says, that all the love-scenes are absolutely insipid: He
might have added unnecessary, as to the plot; and the only reason that
can be assigned for the poet's introducing them was, the prevalence
of custom; but it must be acknowledged, that his lovers are the most
sensible, and address each other in the best language, that is to be
found in any love dialogues of the British stage: It will be difficult
to find a more striking line, or more picturesque of a lover's passion.
than this pathetic exclamation;

A lover does not live by vulgar time.

Queen Anne was not the last in doing justice to our author and his
performance; she was pleased to signify an inclination of having it
dedicated to her, but as he intended that compliment to another, it came
into the world without any dedication.

If in the subsequent part of his life, his leisure had been greater, we
are told, he would probably have written another tragedy on the death of
Socrates; but the honours accruing from what he had already performed
deprived posterity of that production.

This subject was still drier, and less susceptible of poetical ornament
than the former, but in the hands of so great a writer, there is no
doubt but genius would have supplied what was wanting in the real
story, and have covered by shining sentiments, and noble language, the
simplicity of the plot, and deficiency in business.

Upon the death of the Queen, the Lords Justices appointed Mr. Addison
their secretary. This diverted him from the design he had formed of
composing an English Dictionary upon the plan of a famous Italian
one: that the world has much suffered by this promotion I am ready
to believe, and cannot but regret that our language yet wants the
assistance of so great a master, in fixing its standard, settling its
purity, and illustrating its copiousness, or elegance.

In 1716 our author married the countess of Warwick; and about that time
published the Freeholder, which is a kind of political Spectator. This
work Mr. Addison conducted without any assistance, upon a plan of his
own forming; he did it in consequence of his principles, out of a desire
to remove prejudices, and contribute all he could to make his country
happy; however it produced his own promotion, in 1717, to be one of
the principal secretaries of state. His health, which had been
before impaired by an asthmatic disorder, suffered exceedingly by an
advancement so much to his honour, but attended with such great fatigue:
Finding, that he was not able to manage so much business as his station
led him to, he resigned, and in his leisure hours began a work of a
religious nature, upon the Evidence of the Christian religion; which he
lived not to finish. He likewise intended a Paraphrase on some of the
Psalms of David: but a long and painful relapse broke all his designs,
and deprived the world of one of its brightest ornaments, June 17, 1719,
when he was entering the 54th year of his age. He died at Holland-house
near Kensington, and left behind him an only daughter by the countess of
Warwick.

After his decease, Mr. Tickell, by the authority and direction of the
author, collected and published his works, in four volumes 4to. In this
edition there are several pieces, as yet unmentioned, which I shall
here give account of in order; the first is a Dissertation upon Medals,
which, though not published 'till after his death; was begun in 1702,
when he was at Vienna.

In 1707 there came abroad a pamphlet, under the title of The Present
State of the War, and the Necessity of an Augmentation Considered. The
Whig Examiner came out September 14 1710, for the first time: there were
five papers in all attributed to Mr. Addison; these are by much the
tartest things he ever wrote; Dr. Sacheverel, Mr. Prior, and many other
persons are severely treated. The Examiner had done the same thing on
the part of the Tories, and the avowed design of this paper was to make
reprisals.

In the year 1713 was published a little pamphlet, called The Late Trial,
and Conviction of Count Tariff; it was intended to expose the Tory
ministry on the head of the French Commerce Bill: This is also a severe
piece.

The following have likewise been ascribed to our author;

Dissertatio de insignioribus Romanorum Poetis, i. e. A Dissertation upon
the most Eminent Roman Poets: This is supposed to have been written
about 1692.

A Discourse on Ancient and Modern Learning; the time when it was written
is uncertain, but probably as early as the former. It was preserved
amongst the manuscripts of lord Somers, which, after the death of Sir
Joseph Jekyl, being publickly sold, this little piece came to be printed
1739, and was well received. To these we must add the Old Whig, No. 1
and 2. Pamphlets written in Defence of the Peerage Bill: The scope of
the Bill was this, that in place of 16 Peers sitting in Parliament, as
Representatives of the Peerage of Scotland, there were for the future to
be twenty five hereditary Peers, by the junction of nine out of the body
of the Scotch nobility, to the then 16 sitting Peers; that six English
Peers should be added, and the peerage then remain fixed; the crown
being restrained from making any new lords, but upon the extinction of
families. This gave a great alarm to the nation, and many papers were
wrote with spirit against it; amongst the rest, one called the Plebeian,
now known to have been Sir Richard Steele's. In answer to this came out
the Old Whig N°. 1. on the State of the Peerage, with some Remarks on
the Plebeian. This controversy was carried on between the two friends,
Addison and Steele, at first without any knowledge of one another, but
before it was ended, it appears, from several expressions, that the
author of the Old Whig was acquainted with his antagonist.

Thus we have gone through the most remarkable passages of the life
of this great man, in admiration of whom, it is but natural to be
an Enthusiast, and whose very enemies expressed their dislike with
diffidence; nor indeed were his enemies, Mr. Pope excepted, (if it be
proper to reckon Mr. Pope Mr. Addison's enemy) in one particular case,
of any consequence. It is a true, and an old observation, that the
greatest men have sometimes failings, that, of all other human
weaknesses, one would not suspect them to be subject to. It is said of
Mr. Addison, that he was a slave to flattery, that he was jealous, and
suspicious in his temper, and, as Pope keenly expresses it,

  Bore, like the Turk, no rival near the
                     throne.

That he was jealous of the fame of Pope, many have believed, and perhaps
not altogether without ground. He preferred Tickel's translation of the
first Book of Homer, to Pope's. His words are,

  'the other has more of Homer',

when, at the same time, in a letter to Pope, he strenuously advises him
to undertake it, and tells him, there is none but he equal to it; which
circumstance has made some people conjecture, that Addison was himself
the author of the translation, imputed to Mr. Tickell: Be this as it
may, it is unpleasing to dwell upon the failings, and quarrels of great
men; let us rather draw a veil over all their errors, and only admire
their virtues, and their genius; of both which the author, the incidents
of whose life we have now been tracing, had a large possession. He added
much to the purity of the English stile in prose; his rhime is not so
flowing, nervous, or manly as some of his cotemporaries, but his prose
has an original excellence, a smoothness and dignity peculiar to it. His
poetry, as well as sentiments, in Cato, cannot be praised enough.

Mr. Addison was stedfast to his principles, faithful to his friends, a
zealous patriot, honourable in public stations, amiable in private life,
and as he lived, he died, a good man, and a pious Christian.


[Footnote 1: Tickell's Preface to Addison's works.]

[Footnote 2: Tickell. Ubi supra.]

[Footnote 3: Budgel's Memoirs of the Boyles.]

[Footnote 4: Tickell's Preface.]

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ANNE, Countess of WINCHELSEA.

This lady, deservedly celebrated for her poetic genius, was daughter of
Sir William Kingsmill of Sidmonton, in the county of Southampton. She
was Maid of Honour to the Duchess of York, second wife to King James II.
and was afterwards married to Heneage earl of Winchelsea, who was in his
father's life-time Gentleman of the Bed-chamber to the Duke of York.

One of the most considerable of this lady's poems, is that upon the
Spleen, published by Mr. Charles Gildon, 1701, in 8vo. That poem
occasioned another of Mr. Nicholas Rowe's, entitled an Epistle to
Flavia, on the sight of two Pindaric Odes on the Spleen and Vanity,
written by a Lady to her Friend. This poem of the Spleen is written
in stanzas, after the manner of Cowley, and contains many thoughts
naturally expressed, and poetically conceived; there is seldom to be
found any thing more excellently picturesque than this poem, and it
justly entitles the amiable countess to hold a very high station amongst
the inspired tribe. Nothing can be more happily imagined than the
following description of the pretended influence of Spleen upon surly
Husbands, and gay Coquetes.

  Patron thou art of every gross abuse;
  The sullen husband's feign'd excuse,
  When the ill humours with his wife he spends,
  And bears recruited wit, and spirits to his friends
  The son of Bacchus pleads thy pow'r
    As to the glass he still repairs
    Pretends but to remove thy cares,
  Snatch from thy shades, one gay, and smiling hour,
  And drown thy kingdom in a purple show'r.
  When the coquette (whom ev'ry fool admires)
    Would in variety be fair;
    And changing hastily the scene,
    From light, impertinent, and vain,
    Assumes a soft, a melancholy air
  And of her eyes rebates the wand'ring fires,
  The careless posture, and the head reclin'd
  (Proclaiming the withdrawn, the absent mind)
    Allows the fop more liberty to gaze;
    Who gently for the tender cause enquires;
  The cause indeed is a defect of sense,
  Yet is the Spleen alledged, and still the dull pretence.

The influence which Spleen has over religious minds, is admirably
painted in the next stanza.

    By spleen, religion, all we know;
    That should enlighten here below,
  Is veiled in darkness, and perplext
  With anxious doubts, with endless scruples vext
  And some restraint imply'd from each perverted text;
  Whilst touch not, taste not what is freely given,
  Is but thy niggard voice disgracing bounteous Heaven.
  From speech restrain'd, by the deceits abus'd,
  To desarts banish'd; or in cells reclus'd,
  Mistaken vot'ries, to the powers divine,
  Whilst they a purer sacrifice design,
  Do but the spleen obey, and worship at thy shrine.

A collection of this lady's poems was published at London 1713 in 8vo.
containing likewise a Tragedy never acted, entitled Aristomenes, or the
Royal Shepherd. The general scenes are in Aristomenes's camp, near the
walls of Phærea, sometimes the plains among the Shepherds. A great
number of our authoress's poems still continue unpublished, in the hands
of the rev. Mr. Creake, and some were in possession of the right hon.
the countess of Hertford.

The countess of Winchelsea died August 9, 1720, without issue. She was
happy in the friendship of Mr. Pope, who addresses a copy of verses to
her, occasioned by eight lines in the Rape of the Lock: they contain a
very elegant compliment.

  In vain you boast poetic names of yore,
  And cite those Saphoes we admire no more:
  Fate doom'd the fall of ev'ry female wit,
  But doom'd it then, when first Ardelia writ.
  Of all examples by the world confest,
  I knew Ardelia could not quote the best,
  Who like her mistress on Britannia's throne
  Fights and subdues in quarrels not her own.
  To write their praise, you but in vain essay;
  E'en while you write, you take that praise away:
  Light to the stars, the sun does thus restore,
  And shines himself 'till they are seen no more.

The answer which the countess makes to the above, is rather more
exquisite than the lines of Mr. Pope; he is foil'd at his own weapons,
and outdone in the elegance of compliment.

  Disarm'd with so genteel an air,
    The contest I give o'er;
  Yet Alexander have a care,
    And shock the sex no more.
  We rule the world our life's whole race,
    Men but assume that right;
  First slaves to ev'ry tempting face,
    Then martyrs to our spite.
  You of one Orpheus sure have read,
    Who would like you have writ
  Had he in London-town been bred,
    And polish'd too his wit;
  But he poor soul, thought all was well
    And great should be his fame,
  When he had left his wife in hell
    And birds, and beasts could tame.
  Yet venturing then with scoffing rhimes
    The women to incense,
  Resenting heroines of those times
    Soon punished his offence.
  And as the Hebrus roll'd his skull,
    And Harp besmeared with blood,
  They clashing as the waves grew full
    Still harmoniz'd the flood.
  But you our follies gently treat,
    And spin so fine the thread,
  You need not fear his awkward fate,
    The lock won't cost the head.
  Our admiration you command
    For all that's gone before;
  What next we look for at your hand
    Can only raise it more.
  Yet sooth the ladies, I advise
    (As me too pride has wrought)
  We're born to wit, but to be wise
    By admonitions taught.

The other pieces of this lady are,

An Epilogue to Jane Shore, to be spoken by Mrs. Oldfield the night
before the Poet's day.

To the Countess of Hertford with her Volume of Poems.

The Prodigy, a Poem, written at Tunbridge-Wells 1706, on the Admiration
that many expressed on a Gentleman's being in love, and their Endeavours
to dissuade him from it, with some Advice to the young Ladies how
to maintain their natural Prerogative. If all her other poetical
compositions are executed with as much spirit and elegance as these, the
lovers of poetry have some reason to be sorry that her station was such,
as to exempt her from the necessity of more frequently exercising a
genius so furnished by nature, to have made a great figure in that
divine art.

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CHARLES GILDON.

This gentleman was born at Gillingham near Shaftsbury, in the county of
Dorset. His parents, and family were all of the Romish persuasion, but
they could not instil their principles into our author, who, as soon as
he began to reason, was able to discover the errors, and foppery of
that church. His father was a member of the society of Grays-Inn, and
suffered much for the Royal cause. The first rudiments of learning Mr.
Gildon had at the place of his nativity; thence his relations sent him
to the English college of secular priests at Doway in Hainault, with
a design of making him a priest; but after five years study there, he
found his inclination direct him to a quite different course of life.
When he was nineteen years old he returned to England, and as soon as he
was of age, and capable of enjoying the pleasures of gaiety, he came
to London, where he spent the greatest part of his paternal estate.
At about the age of twenty-three, to crown his other imprudences, he
married, without improving his reduced circumstances thereby.

During the reign of King James II. he dedicated his time to the study
of the prevailing controversies, and he somewhere declares, it cost him
above seven years close application to books, before he could entirely
overcome the prejudices of his education. He never believed the absurd
tenets of the church of Rome; nor could he embrace the ridiculous
doctrine of her infallibility: But as he had been taught an early
reverence to the priesthood, and a submissive obedience to their
authority, it was a long while before he assumed courage to think freely
for himself, or declare what he thought.

His first attempt in the drama, was not till he had arrived at his 32d
year; and he himself in his essays tells us, that necessity (the general
inducement) was his first motive of venturing to be an author.

He is the author of three plays, viz.

1. The Roman Bride's Revenge, a Tragedy; acted at the Theatre-Royal
1697. This play was written in a month, and had the usual success of
hasty productions, though the first and second acts are well written,
and the catastrophe beautiful; the moral being to give us an example, in
the punishment of Martian, that no consideration ought to make us delay
the service of our country.

2. Phaeton, or the Fatal Divorce; a Tragedy, acted at the Theatre-Royal
1698, dedicated to Charles Montague, Esq; This play is written in
imitation of the ancients, with some reflexions on a book called a Short
View of the Immorality of the English Stage, written by Mr. Collier, a
Non-juring Clergyman, who combated in the cause of virtue, with success,
against Dryden, Congreve, Dennis, and our author. The plot of this play,
and a great many of the beauties, Mr. Gildon owns in his preface, he has
taken from the Medea of Euripides.

3. Love's. Victim, or the Queen of Wales; a Tragedy, acted at the
Theatre in Lincoln's-Inn-Fields.

He introduced the Play called the Younger Brother, or the Amorous Jilt;
written by Mrs. Behn, but not brought upon the stage 'till after her
decease. He made very little alteration in it. Our author's plays have
not his name to them; and his fault lies generally in the stile, which
is too near an imitation of Lee's.

He wrote a piece called the New Rehearsal, or Bays the Younger;
containing an Examen of the Ambitious Step-mother, Tamerlane, The Biter,
Fair Penitent, The Royal Convert, Ulysses, and Jane Shore, all written
by Mr. Rowe; also a Word or Two on Mr. Pope's Rape of the Lock, to which
is prefixed a Preface concerning Criticism in general, by the Earl of
Shaftsbury, Author of the Characteristics, 8vo. 1714. Scene the Rose
Tavern. The freedom he used with Mr. Pope in remarking upon the Rape of
the Lock, it seems was sufficient to raise that gentleman's resentment,
who was never celebrated for forgiving. Many years after, Mr. Pope took
his revenge, by stigmatizing him as a dunce, in his usual keen spirit of
satire: There had arisen some quarrel between Gildon and Dennis, upon
which, Mr. Pope in his Dunciad, B. iii. has the following lines,

  Ah Dennis! Gildon ah! what ill-starr'd rage
  Divides a friendship long confirm'd by age?
  Blockheads with reason wicked wits abhor,
  But fool with fool is barb'rous civil war.
  Embrace; embrace my sons! be foes no more,
  Nor glad vile poets with true critics gore.

This author's other works are chiefly these,

The Post-Boy Robb'd of his Mail, or the Packet Broke Open; consisting of
Five Hundred Letters to several Persons of Quality, &c. 1692.

He published the Miscellaneous Works of Charles Blount, Esq; to which he
prefixed the Life of the Author, and an Account, and Vindication of his
Death, in 12mo. 1695. In this volume are several of the publisher's own
letters.

Likewise Letters, and Essays, on several Subjects, philosophical,
historical, critical, amorous, &c. in Prose and Verse, to John Dryden,
Esq; George Granville, Esq; Walter Moyle, Esq; Mr. Congreve, Mr. Dennis,
and other ingenious gentlemen of the age.

Miscellaneous Poems, on several Occasions, and Translations from Horace,
Persius, Petronius Arbiter, &c. with an Essay upon Satire, by the famous
M. Dacier, 8vo. 1692.

A Review of Her Royal Highness Princess Sophia's Letters to the Lord
Archbishop of Canterbury, and that of Sir Rowland Gwynn's, to the Right
Hon. the Earl of Stamford, 8vo. 1706.

Canons, or the Vision; a Poem, addressed to the Right Hon. James Earl of
Carnarvon, &c. 1717.

The Laws of Poetry, as laid down by the Duke of Buckingham in his Essay
on Poetry, by the Earl of Roscommon in his Essay upon Translated Verse;
and by Lord Lansdown on Unnatural Flights in Poetry, explained and
illustrated, &c. 8vo. 1721.

A Continuation of Langbain's Lives of the Poets.

Mr. Coxeter has imputed to him a piece called Measure for Measure, or
Beauty the best Advocate; altered from Shakespear, and performed at
the Theatre in Lincoln's Inn-Fields 1700, with the addition of several
Entertainments of Music. Prologue and Epilogue by Mr. Oldmixon.

The Deist's Manual, or Rational Enquiry into the Christian Religion,
with some Animadversions on Hobbs, Spinosa, the Oracles of Reason,
Second Thoughts, &c. to which is prefixed a Letter from the Author of
the Method with the Deists, 1705.

Complete Art of Poetry.

Mr. Gildon died on the 12th of January 1723, and in the words of Boyer's
Political State, vol. xxvii. p. 102. we shall sum up his character.

'On Sunday, January 12, died Mr. Charles Gildon, a person of great
literature, but a mean genius; who having attempted several kinds of
writing, never gained much reputation in any. Among other treatises, he
wrote the English Art of Poetry, which he had practised himself very
unsuccessfully in his dramatic performances. He also wrote an English
Grammar, but what he seemed to build his chief hopes of fame upon,
was, his late Critical Commentary on the Duke of Buckingham's Essay
on Poetry, which last piece was perused, and highly approved, by his
grace.'

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THOMAS D'URFEY,

Was born in the county of Devon, and was first bred to the law; but we
have not heard from what family he was descended, nor in what year he
was born. He has written upwards of thirty plays, with various success,
but had a genius better turned to a ballad, and little irregular odes,
than for dramatic poetry. He soon forsook the profession of the law, and
threw himself upon the public, by writing for the stage.----That D'Urfey
was a man of some abilities, and, enjoyed the esteem and friendship
of men of the greatest parts in his time, appears from the favourable
testimony of the author of the Guardian: And as the design of this work
is to collect, and throw into one view, whatever may be found concerning
any poet of eminence in various books, and literary records, we
shall make no scruple of transcribing what that ingenious writer has
humorously said concerning our author.

In Numb. 29. Vol. I. speaking of the advantages of laughing, he thus
mentions D'Urfey. 'A judicious author, some years since published a
collection of Sonnets, which he very successfully called Laugh and be
Fat; or Pills to purge Melancholy: I cannot sufficiently admire the
facetious title of these volumes, and must censure the world of
ingratitude, while they are so negligent in rewarding the jocose labours
of my friend Mr. D'Urfey, who was so large a contributor to this
Treatise, and to whose humorous productions, so many rural squires in
the remotest parts of this island are obliged, for the dignity and state
which corpulency gives them. It is my opinion, that the above pills
would be extremely proper to be taken with Asses milk, and might
contribute towards the renewing and restoring decayed lungs.'

Numb. 67. He thus speaks of his old friend.--'It has been remarked, by
curious observers, that poets are generally long lived, and run beyond
the usual age of man, if not cut off by some accident, or excess, as
Anacreon, in the midst of a very merry old age, was choaked with a grape
stone. The same redundancy of spirits that produces the poetical flame,
keeps up the vital warmth, and administers uncommon fuel to life. I
question not but several instances will occur to my reader's memory,
from Homer down to Mr. Dryden; I shall only take notice of two who have
excelled in Lyrics, the one an antient, the other a modern. The first
gained an immortal reputation by celebrating several jockeys in the
Olympic Games; the last has signalized himself on the same occasion,
by the Ode that begins with----To horse brave boys, to New-market, to
horse. The reader will by this time know, that the two poets I have
mentioned are Pindar, and Mr. D'Urfey. The former of these is long since
laid in his urn, after having many years together endeared himself to
all Greece, by his tuneful compositions. Our countryman is still living,
and in a blooming old age, that still promises many musical productions;
for if I am not mistaken our British Swan will sing to the last. The
best judges, who have perused his last Song on the moderate Man, do not
discover any decay in his parts; but think it deserves a place among the
finest of those works, with which he obliged the world in his more early
years.

'I am led into this subject, by a visit which I lately received from my
good old friend and cotemporary. As we both flourished together in king
Charles the IId's reign, we diverted ourselves with the remembrance of
several particulars that pass'd in the world, before the greatest part
of my readers were born; and could not but smile to think how insensibly
we were grown into a couple of venerable old gentlemen. Tom observed
to me, that after having written more Odes than Horace, and about four
times as many Comedies as Terence; he was reduced to great difficulties,
by the importunities of a set of men, who of late years had furnished
him with the accommodations of life, and would not, as we say, be paid
with a song. In order to extricate my old friend, I immediately sent for
the three directors of the Play-house, and desired they would in their
turn, do a good office for a man, who in Shakespear's phrase, often
filled their mouths; I mean with pleasantry and popular conceits. They
very generously listened to my proposal, and agreed to act the Plotting
Sisters (a very taking play of my old friends composing) on the 15th of
next month, for the benefit of the author.

'My kindness to the agreeable Mr. D'Urfey, will be imperfect, if, after
having engaged the players in his favour, I do not get the town to come
into it. I must therefore heartily recommend to all the young ladies
my disciples, the case of my old friend, who has often made their
grand-mothers merry; and whose Sonnets have perhaps lulled asleep many a
present toast, when she lay in her cradle. The gentleman I am speaking
of, has laid obligations on so many of his countrymen, that I hope they
will think this but a just return to the good service of a veteran Poet.

'I myself, remember king Charles the IId. leaning on Tom D'Urfey's
shoulder more than once, and humming over a song with him. It is
certain, that monarch was not a little supported, by joy to great Cæsar;
which gave the Whigs such a blow, as they were not able to recover
that whole reign. My friend afterwards attacked Popery, with the same
success, having exposed Beliarmine, and Portocarero, more than once, in
short satirical compositions, which have been in every body's mouth. He
made use of Italian Tunes and Sonato's, for promoting the Protestant
interest; and turned a considerable part of the Pope's music against
himself. In short, he has obliged the court with political Sonnets; the
country with Dialogues, and Pastorals; the city with Descriptions of a
lord Mayor's Feast; not to mention his little Ode upon Stool-Ball; with
many others of the like nature.

'Should the very individuals he has celebrated, make their appearance
together, they would be sufficient to fill the play-house. Pretty Peg of
Windsor, Gilian of Croydon; with Dolly and Molly; and Tommy and Johny;
with many others to be met with in the musical Miscellanies, would make
a great benefit.

'As my friend, after the manner of the old Lyrics, accompanies his works
with his own voice; he has been the delight of the most polite companies
and conversions, from the beginning of king Charles the IId's reign,
to our own times: Many an honest gentleman has got a reputation in his
country, by pretending to have been in company with Tom D'Urfey.

'I might here mention several other merits in my friend, as his
enriching our language with a multitude of rhimes, and bringing
words together, that without his good offices, would never have been
acquainted with one another, so long as it had been a tongue; but I must
not omit that my old friend angled for a trout, the best of any man in
England.

'After what I have said, and much more that I might say, on this
subject, I question not but the world will think that my old friend
ought not to pass the remainder of his life in a cage, like a singing
bird; but enjoy all that Pindaric liberty, which is suitable to a man of
his genius. He has made the world merry, and I hope they will make him
easy, as long as he stays amongst us. This I will take upon me to say,
they cannot do a kindness, to a more diverting companion, or a more
chearful, honest, good-natur'd man.'----

The same author, Numb. 82. puts his readers in mind when D'Urfey's
benefit came on, of some other circumstances favourable to him. 'The
Plotting Sisters, says he, is this day to be acted for the benefit of
the author, my old friend Mr. D'Urfey. This comedy was honoured with the
presence of King Charles II. three of the first five nights. My
friend has in this work shewn himself a master, and made not only the
characters of the play, but also the furniture of the house contribute
to the main design. He has made excellent use of a table with a carpet,
and the key of a closet; with these two implements, which would perhaps
have been over-looked by an ordinary writer, he contrives the most
natural perplexities (allowing only the use of these houshold goods
in poetry) that ever were represented on a stage. He also made good
advantage of the knowledge of the stage itself; for in the nick of being
surprized, the lovers are let down, and escape at a trap door. In a
word, any who have the curiosity to observe what pleased in the last
generation, and does not go to a comedy with a resolution to be grave,
will find this evening ample food for mirth. Johnson, who understands
what he does as well as any man, exposes the impertinence of an old
fellow who has lost his senses, still pursuing pleasures with great
mastery. The ingenious Mr. Pinkethman is a bashful rake, and is
sheepish, without having modesty with great success. Mr. Bullock
succeeds Nokes in the part of Bubble, and, in my opinion, is not much
below him, for he does excellently that kind of folly we call absurdity,
which is the very contrary of wit; but next to that is, of all things,
properest to excite mirth. What is foolish is the object of pity,
but absurdity often proceeds from an opinion of sufficiency, and
consequently is an honest occasion for laughter. These characters in
this play, cannot but make it a very pleasant entertainment, and the
decorations of singing and dancing, will more than repay the good-nature
of those, who make an honest man a visit of two merry hours, to make his
following year unpainful.'

These are the testimonies of friendship and esteem, which this great
author has given in favour of D'Urfey, and however his genius may be
turned for the Sing-song, or Ballad, which is certainly the lowest
species of poetry, yet that man cannot be termed contemptible, who was
thus loved, and, though in jocular terms, praised by Mr. Addison.

There are few, or no particulars relating to the life of this poet
preserved. He was attached to the Tory interest, and in the latter part
of Queen Anne's reign frequently had the honour of diverting her with
witty catches, and songs of humour suited to the spirit of the times. He
died, according to Mr. Coxeter, February 26, 1723, in a good old age,
and was buried in the Church-yard of St. James's, Westminster. His
dramatic works are,

1. The Siege of Memphis, or the Ambitious Queen; a Tragedy acted at the
Theatre-royal, printed in quarto 1676. Mr. Langbain says that this play
is full of bombast and fustian, and observes, 'That there goes more
to the making a poet, than copying verses, or tagging rhimes, and
recommends to the modern poetasters, the following lines from a Prologue
to a Play called the Atheist.'

  'Rhimsters get wit, e're ye pretend to shew it,
  Nor think a game at Crambo makes a poet.'

2. Madam Fickle, or the Witty False One; acted at the duke of York's
Theatre, printed in quarto, 1677, dedicated to the duke of Ormond. This
play is compiled from several other Comedies; the scene is laid in
Covent-Garden.

3. Trick for Trick, or the Debauched Hypocrite; a Comedy acted at the
Theatre-Royal 1678: This is the only one of Fletcher's plays, called
Monsieur Thomas revived.

4. The Fool turn'd Critic; acted at the Theatre-Royal, 1678. Several of
the characters of this play are borrowed; as Old-wine-love, Trim and
Small-wit, seem to be taken from Senio Asotus, and Ballio, in Randolph's
Jealous Lovers.

5. Fond Husband, or the Plotting Sisters, a Comedy. Of this we have
already given some account, in the words of Mr. Addison.

6. Squire Old-Sap, or the Night-Adventures; a Comedy; acted at the
duke's Theatre, printed in quarto, 1679. Several incidents in this play
are taken from Francion's Comic. Hist. Boccace's Novels, les Contes de
M. de la Fontaine.

7. The Virtuous Wife, or Good-Luck at last; a Comedy acted at the duke's
Theatre 1680. Several hints are taken from the Town, Marriage A-la-mode,
&c. the Scene Chelsea.

8. Sir Barnaby Whig, or no Wit like a Woman's; a Comedy acted at the
Theatre-Royal 1681. Dedicated to the right honourable George Earl of
Berkley. The plot of this play is taken from a Play of Marmion's, called
the Fine Companion; and part from the Double Cuckold, a Novel, written
by M. St. Evremond. Scene London.

9. The Royalist, a Comedy; acted at the Duke's Theatre 1682. This play,
which is collected chiefly from novels, succeeded on the stage; printed
in 4to. 1644.

10. The Injured Princess, or the Fatal Wager; a Tragi-Comedy; acted
at the Theatre-Royal 1682. The foundation of this play is taken from
Shakespear's Cymbeline.

11. A Common-wealth of Women, a Tragi-Comedy; acted at the Theatre Royal
1686, dedicated to Christopher Duke of Albemarle. This play is chiefly
borrowed from Fletcher's Sea Voyage. The scene is in Covent Garden.

12. The Banditti, or a Lady's Distress; a Comedy; acted at the
Theatre-Royal 1688. This play met with great opposition during the
performance, which was disturbed by the Catcalls. This occasioned the
author to take his revenge upon the town, by dedicating it to a certain
Knight, under the title of Sir Critic Cat-call. The chief plot of this
play is founded on a Romance written by Don Francisco de las Coveras,
called Don Fenise, translated into English in 8vo. See the History of
Don Antonio, b. iv. p. 250. The design of Don Diego's turning Banditti,
and joining with them to rob his supposed father, resembles that of
Pipperollo in Shirley's play called the Sisters. Scene Madrid.

13. A Fool's Preferment, or the Three Dukes of Dunstable; a Comedy;
acted at the Queen's Theatre in Dorset-Garden 1688, dedicated to Charles
Lord Morpeth, in as familiar a way as if the Author was a man of
Quality. The whole play is little more than a transcript of Fletcher's
Noble Gentlemen, except one scene, which is taken from a Novel called
The Humours of Basset. Scene the Court, in the time of Henry IV. The
songs in this play were all composed by the celebrated Musician Mr.
Henry Purcell.

14. Bussy D'Amboise, or the Husband's Revenge; a Tragedy; acted at the
Theatre-Royal, 4to. 1691, addressed to Edward Earl of Carlisle. This
is a play of Mr. Chapman's revis'd, and the character of Tamyra, Mr.
D'Urfey tells us, he has altered for the better. The scene Paris.

15. Love for Money, or the Boarding School; a Comedy; acted at the
Theatre-Royal 1691, dedicated to Charles Lord Viscount Lansdown, Count
of the Sacred Roman Empire, &c. This play met with opposition in the
first day's representation, but afterwards succeeded pretty well. The
scene Chelsea.

16. The Richmond Heiress, or a Woman once in the Right; a Comedy, acted
at the Theatre-Royal 1693.

17. The Marriage-Hater Matched, a Comedy; acted at the Theatre-Royal
1693, addressed to James Duke of Ormond. Mr. Charles Gildon, in an
epistle prefixed to the play, tells us, that this is much the best of
our author's performances. Mr. Dogget was first taken notice of as an
excellent actor, from the admirable performance of his part in this
play. Scene the Park, near Kensington.

18. The Comical History of Don Quixot, Part the First; acted at the
Queen's Theatre in Dorset-Garden 1694, dedicated to the Duchess of
Ormond. This play was acted with great applause; it is wholly taken from
the Spanish Romance of that name. Scene Mancha in Spain.

19. The Comical History of Don Quixot, Part the Second; acted at the
Queen's Theatre 1694, dedicated by an Epistle, in heroic Verse, to
Charles Earl of Dorset and Middlesex, &c. This play was likewise acted
with applause.

20. Don Quixot, Part the Third, with the Marriage of Mary the Buxom,
1669; this met with no success.

21. The Intrigues at Versailles, or A Jilt in all Humours; a Comedy;
acted at the Theatre-Royal in Lincoln's-Inn-Fields 1697, dedicated to
Sir Charles Sedley the Elder, Bart. and to his much honoured Friend Sir
Charles Sedley, his Son. Scene Versailles. The author complains of the
want of success in this play, when he asserts, the town had applauded
some pieces of his of less merit. He has borrowed very liberally from a
play of Mrs. Behn's called The Amorous Jilt.

22. Cynthia and Endymion, or The Lover of the Deities, a Dramatic Opera;
acted at the Theatre-Royal 1697, dedicated to Henry Earl of Romney; this
was acted with applause; and the author tells us, that King William's
Queen Mary intended to have it represented at Court. 'There are many
lines (says Jacob) in this play, above the genius which generally
appears in the other works of this author; but he has perverted the
characters of Ovid, in making Daphne, the chaste favourite of Diana,
a whore, and a jilt; and fair Syrene to lose her reputation, in the
unknown ignominy of an envious, mercenary, infamous woman.' Scene Ionia.

23. The Campaigners, or The Pleasant Adventures at Brussels; a Comedy;
with a familiar Preface upon a late Reformer of the Stage, ending with a
Satirical Fable of the Dog, and the Otter, 1698. This play is dedicated
to Thomas Lord Wharton, and part of it is borrowed from a Novel called
Female Falsehood. Scene Brussels. 24. Massanello, or a Fisherman Prince,
in two Parts; acted at the Theatre in Lincoln's-Inn-Fields 1700.

25. The Modern Prophets, or New Wit for a Husband; a Comedy.

26. The Old Mode and the New, or Country Miss with her Furbelo; a
Comedy. Scene Coventry.

27. Wonders in the Sun, or The Kingdom of Birds; a Comic Opera;
performed at the Queen's Theatre in the Hay-Market.

28. Bath, or The Western Lass; a Comedy; dedicated to John Duke of
Argyle.

29. The Two Queens of Brentford, or Bays no Poetaster; a Musical Farce,
or Comical Opera; being the Sequel of the Rehearsal, written by the Duke
of Buckingham; it has five Acts. Scene Inside of the Playhouse.

30. The Grecian Heroine, or The Fate of Tyranny; a Tragedy; written
1718. Scene Corinth.

31. Ariadne, or The Triumph of Bacchus; the Scene Naxos, an Island in
the Archipelago. These last were published with a Collection of Poems
1721.

These are the dramatic performances of D'Urfey, by which his incessant
labours for the stage are to be seen; though not one of his numerous
issue is now in possession of it. He was author of many poems, and
songs, which we need not here enumerate. Mr. Coxeter takes particular
notice of a piece of his called Gloriana, a Funeral Pindarique Poem to
the memory of Queen Mary, 4to. 1695.

The Trophies, or Augusta's Glory; a triumphant Ode, made in honour of
the City, and upon the Trophies taken from the French at the Battle
of Ramillies, May 25, 1706, by the Duke of Marlborough, and fixed in
Guildhall, London, dedicated to the Lord Mayor, and Court of Aldermen
and Sheriffs, and also to the President. and Court of Managers for the
united Trade to the East Indies.

Honor & Opes, or The British Merchant's Glory; a Poem Congratulatory, on
the happy Decision, and Conclusion of all Difficulties between the Old
and New Company in the Trade to the East Indies. As a specimen of his
poetry take the following lines.

VERSES Congratulatory, to the Honourable WILLIAM BROMLEY, Esq; on his
being chosen SPEAKER of this present Parliament.

  As when Hyperion with victorious light
  Expels invading Pow'rs of gloomy night,
  And vernal nature youthful dress'd and gay,
  Salutes the radiant power that forms the day;
  The mounting Lark exalts her joyful note,
  And strains with harmony her warbling throat:
  So now my muse that hopes to see the day,
  When cloudy faction, that do's Britain sway,
  Shall be o'ercome by reason's dazling ray;
  Applauding senates for their prudent choice,
  The will of Heaven by the Peoples voice,
  First greets you Sir, then gladly do's prepare,
  In tuneful verse, your welcome to the chair.
    Awful th' assembly is, august the Queen,
  In whose each day of life are wonders seen:
  The nation too, this greatest of all years,
  Who watch to see blest turns in their affairs,
  Slighting the tempest on the Gallic shore,
  Hope from the senate much, but from you more:
  Whose happy temper judgment cultivates,
  And forms so fit to aid our three estates.
    The change of ministry late ordered here,
  Was fated sure for this auspicious year;
  That you predestin'd at a glorious hour,
  To be chief judge of legislative power,
  Might by your skill that Royal right asserts,
  Like Heaven, reconcile the jarring parts.
    Nor shines your influence, Sir, here alone,
  The Church must your unequall'd prudence own,
  Firm to support the cause, but rough to none.
  Eusebia's sons, in laws divine possest,
  Can learn from you how truth should be exprest;
  Whether in modest terms, like balm, to heal;
  Or raving notions, falsly counted zeal.
  Our holy writ no rule like that allows,
  No people an enrag'd apostle chose,
  Nor taught Our Saviour, or St. Paul, like those.
  Reason was mild, and calmly did proceed,
  Which harsh might fail to make transgressors heed;
  This saint your rhet'ric best knows how to prove,
  Whose gracious method can inform, and move;
  Direct the elders that such errors make,
  And shew both how to preach, and how to speak.
    Oh! sacred gift! in public matters great,
  But in religious tracts divinely sweet;
  Since to this grace they only have pretence
  Whose happy learning join with a cælestial sense.
    That Sir, you share both these, the muse forgive,
  If I presume to write what all believe,
  Your candour too, and charming courtesy,
  Rever'd by them is justly so by me,
  Let me not then offend your modesty,
  If now my genius to a height I raise,
  Such parts, and such humanity to praise.
    This ancient [1]Baginton can witness well,
  And the rich [2]library before it fell;
  The precious hours amongst wise authors past,
  Your Soul with their unvalued wealth possest;
  And well may he to heights of knowledge come,
  Who that Panthæon always kept at home.
    Thus once, Sir, you were blest, and sure the fiend
  That first entail'd a curse on human-kind,
  And afterwards contriv'd this fatal cross,
  Design'd the public, by your private loss.
    Oh! who had seen that love to learning bore,
  The matchless authors of the days of yore;
  The fathers, prelates, poets, books where arts
  Renown'd explain'd the men of rarest parts,
  Shrink up their shrivell'd bindings, lose their names,
  And yield immortal worth to temporary flames,
  That would not sigh to see the ruins there,
  Or wish to quench 'em with a flowing tear.
    But as in story, where we wonders view,
  As there were flames, there was a Phoenix too;
  An excellence from the burnt pile did rise,
  That still aton'd for past calamities;
  So my prophetic genius in its height,
  Viewing your merit, Sir, foretels your fate.
  Your valiant [3]ancestors, that bravely fought,
  And from the foe the Royal standard got;
  Which nobly now adorn your houshold coat,
  Denotes the former grandeur of your race;
  Your present worth fits you for present grace.
    The Sovereign must esteem what all admire,
  Bromley and Baginton shall both raise higher,
  Fate oft contrives magnificence by fire.


[Footnote 1: The ancient seat of the Bromleys in Warwickshire.]

[Footnote 2: A famous Library burnt there.]

[Footnote 3: Vide History of Warwickshire.]

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ELKANAH SETTLE, Son of Joseph Settle of Dunstable in Bedfordshire, was
born there; and in the 18th year of his age, 1666, was entered commoner
of Trinity College, Oxon, and put under the tuition of Mr. Abraham
Champion, fellow of that house; but he quitted the university without
taking any degree, and came to London[1], where he addicted himself to
the study of poetry, in which he lived to make no inconsiderable figure.
Finding the nation divided between the opinions of Whig and Tory, and
being sensible that a man of parts could not make any considerable
figure, unless he attached himself to one of these parties; Settle
thought proper, on his first setting out in life, to join the Whigs, who
were then, though the minor, yet a powerful party, and to support whose
interest he employed his talents.

About the year 1680, when the debates ran high concerning the exclusion
of the Duke of York from the succession, on account of his religious
principles, our author wrote a piece called the Character of a Popish
Successor, and what may be expected from such an one, humbly offered to
the consideration of both the Houses of Parliament appointed to meet at
Oxon, on March 21, 1681. This essay it seems was thought of consequence
enough to merit an answer, as at that time the Exclusion Bill employed
the general conversation. The answer to it was entitled The Character
of a Rebellion, and what England may expect from One; printed 1682. The
author of this last piece, is very severe on the character of Settle; he
represents him as an errant knave, a despicable coward, and a prophane
Atheist, and seems amazed that any party should make choice of a
champion, whose morals were so tainted; but as this is only the language
of party violence, no great credit is to be given to it.

The author of this pamphlet carries his zeal, and ill manners still
farther, and informs the world of the meanness of our author's birth,
and education, 'most of his relations (says he) are Barbers, and of the
baseness, falseness, and mutability of his nature, too many evidences
may be brought. He closed with the Whigs, contrary to the principles
he formerly professed, at a time when they took occasion to push their
cause, upon the breaking out of Oates's plot, and was ready to fall off
from, and return to them, for his own advantage.'

To the abovementioned pamphlet, written by Settle, various other answers
were published, some by writers of distinction, of which Sir Roger
L'Estrange was one; and to this performance of Sir Roger's, which was
entitled The Character of a Papist in Masquerade, supported by Authority
and Experience, Mr. Settle made a Reply, entitled The Character of a
Popish Successor Compleat; this, in the opinion of the critics, is the
smartest piece ever written upon the subject of the Exclusion Bill, and
yet Sir Roger, his antagonist, 'calls it a pompous, wordy thing, made
up of shifts, and suppositions, without so much as an argument, either
offered, or answered in stress of the question, &c.' Mr. Settle's cause
was so much better than that of his antagonist's, that if he had not
possessed half the powers he really did, he must have come off the
conqueror, for, who does not see the immediate danger, the fatal
chances, to which a Protestant people are exposed, who have the
misfortune to be governed by a Popish Prince. As the King is naturally
powerful, he can easily dispose of the places of importance, and trust,
so as to have them filled with creatures of his own, who will engage
in any enterprise, or pervert any law, to serve the purposes of the
reigning Monarch. Had not the nation an instance of this, during the
short reign of the very Popish Prince, against whom Settle contended?
Did not judge Jeffries, a name justly devoted to everlasting infamy,
corrupt the streams of justice, and by the most audacious cruelty,
pervert the forms of law, that the blood of innocent persons might be
shed, to gratify the appetite of a suspicious master? Besides, there
is always a danger that the religion which the King professes, will
imperceptibly diffuse itself over a nation, though no violence is used
to promote it. The King, as he is the fountain of honour, so is he the
fountain of fashion, and as many people, who surround a throne, are of
no religion in consequence of conviction; it is but natural to suppose,
that fashion would influence them to embrace the religion of the Prince,
and in James II's reign, this observation was verified; for the people
of fashion embraced the Popish religion so very fast, in order to please
the King, that a witty knight, who then lived, and who was by his
education, and principles, a Papist, being asked by a nobleman what
news? he made answer, I hear no news my lord, only, God's Papists can
get no preferment, because the King's Papists swarm so thick. This was a
sententious, and witty observation, and it will always hold true, that
the religion of the King will become the religion of people of fashion,
and the lower stations ape their superiors.

Upon the coronation of King James II. the two Parts of the Character of
a Popish Successor, were, with the Exclusion Bill, on the 23d of April,
1685, burnt by the sub-wardens, and fellows of Merton College, Oxon, in
a public bonfire, made in the middle of their great quadrangle. During
these contentions, Mr. Settle also published a piece called The Medal
Revers'd, published 1681; this was an answer to a poem of Dryden's
called The Medal, occasioned by the bill against the earl of Shaftsbury
being found ignoramus at the Old Baily, upon which the Whig party made
bonfires, and ordered a medal to be struck in commemoration of that
event. Shaftsbury, who was by his principles a Whig, and who could
not but foresee the miseries which afterwards happened under a Popish
Prince, opposed the succession with all his power; he was a man of very
great endowments, and being of a bustling tumultuous disposition, was
admirably fitted to be the head of a party. He was the leading man
against the succession of the Duke of York, and argued in the House
of Lords with great force against him, and what was more remarkable,
sometimes in the Duke's presence. It is related, that at the
Council-table, when his Majesty, and his Royal Brother were both
present, something concerning the succession was canvassed, when
Shaftsbury, not in the least intimidated, spoke his opinion with great
vehemence against the Duke, and was answered with equal heat, but with
less force, by the then lord chamberlain. During this debate, the Duke
took occasion to whisper the King, that his Majesty had a villain of a
chancellor, to which the King merrily replied, oddsfish, York, what a
fool you have of a chamberlain: by which it appears, his Majesty was
convinced that Shaftsbury's arguments were the strongest.

In consequence of Shaftsbury's violent opposition to the Duke, and the
court party, there was a Bill of Indictment of High Treason, read before
his Majesty's Commissioners of Oyer and Terminer in the Sessions-House
at the Old Bailey, but the Jury found it Ignoramus; upon which, all the
party rejoiced at the deliverance of their head. These disturbances gave
Mr. Settle an opportunity to display his abilities, which he did
not neglect to improve, by which means he procured so formidable an
antagonist as Mr. Dryden, who was obliged by his place of laureat, to
speak, and write for the court. Dryden had formerly joined Mr. Settle,
in order to reduce the growing reputation of Shadwell, but their
interest being now so opposite, they became poetical enemies, in which
Settle was, no doubt, over-matched. He wrote a poem, however, called
Azaria and Hushai, in five sheets, 4to. designed as an answer to Mr.
Dryden's poem called Absalom and Achitophel.

Soon after this, if we may credit the Oxford Antiquary, Settle changed
sides, and turned Tory, with as much violence as he had formerly
espoused the interest of the Whigs. He published in 1683, in eight meets
in folio, a Narrative; the first part of which is concerning himself,
as being of the Tory side; the second to shew the inconsistency, and
contradiction of Titus Oates's Narrative of the Plot of the Popish
Party, against the Life of King Charles II. at the time when that
Monarch intended to alter his ministry, to have consented to the
exclusion of his brother, and taken measures to support the Protestant
interest. This Oates was in the reign of James II. tried, and convidled
of perjury, upon the evidence chiefly of Papists, and had a severe
sentence pronounced, and inflicted upon him, viz. Imprisonmehd for life,
twice every year to stand on the pillory, and twice to be severely
whipt; but he received a pardon from King William, after suffering his
whippings, and two years imprisonment, with amazing fortitude, but was
never allowed again to be an evidence. While Settle was engaged in the
Tory party, he is said, by Wood, to have been author of Animadversions
on the Last Speech and Confession of William Lord Russel, who fell a
sacrifice to the Duke of York, and whose story, as related by Burnet,
never fails to move the reader to tears. Also Remarks on Algernon
Sidney's Paper, delivered to the Sheriffs at his Execution, London,
1683, in one sheet, published the latter end of December the same year.
Algernon Sidney was likewise murdered by the same kind of violence,
which popish bigotry had lifted up against the lives of some other
British worthies.

He also wrote a heroic poem on the Coronation of the High and Mighty
Monarch James II. London 1685, and then commenced a journalist for the
Court, and published weekly an Essay in behalf of the Administration. If
Settle was capable of these mean compliances of writing for, or against
a party, as he was hired, he must have possessed a very sordid mind,
and been totally devoid of all principles of honour; but as there is no
other authority for it than Wood, who is enthusiastic in his temper, and
often writes of things, not as they were, but as he would wish them to
be, the reader may give what credit he pleases to the report.

Our author's dramatic works are

1. The Empress of Morocco, a Tragedy; acted at the Duke of York's
Theatre. This play was likewise acted at court, as appears by the two
Prologues prefixed, which were both spoken by the Lady Elizabeth Howard;
the first Prologue was written by the Earl of Mulgrave, the other by
Lord Rochester; when it was performed at court, the Lords and Ladies of
the Bed-chamber played in it. Mr. Dryden, Mr. Shadwell, and Mr. Crowne,
wrote against it, which began a famous controversy betwixt the wits
of the town, wherein, says Jacob, Mr. Dryden was roughly handled,
particularly by the lord Rochester, and the duke of Buckingham, and
Settle got the laugh upon his side.

2. Love and Revenge, a Tragedy; acted at the Duke of York's Theatre,
4to. 1675, dedicated to William Duke of Newcastle.

3. Cambyses King of Persia, a Tragedy; acted at the Duke's Theatre,
dedicated to Anne Duchess of Monmouth. This tragedy is written in heroic
verse; the plot from Justin, lib. i. c. 9. Herodotus, &c. The Scene is
in Suza, and Cambyses's camp near the walls of Suza.

4. The Conquest of China by the Tartars, a Tragedy; acted at the Duke's
Theatre, 4to. 1676, dedicated to the Right Hon. the Lord Howard of
Castle-rising. This play is likewise written in heroic verse, and
founded on history.

5. Ibrahim, the Illustrious Bassa, a Tragedy in heroic verse; acted at
the Duke's Theatre 1677, dedicated to the Duchess of Albemarle. Plot
from the Illustrious Bassa, a Romance, by Scuddery. The Scene Solyman's
Seraglio.

6. Pastor Fido, or The Faithful Shepherd; a Pastoral; acted at the Duke
of York's Theatre. This is Sir Richard Fanshaw's translation from the
Italian of Guarini Improved. Scene Arcadia.

7. Fatal Love, or The Forced Inconstancy; a Tragedy; acted at the
Theatre-Royal, 1680, dedicated to Sir Robert Owen.

8. The Female Prelate, being the History of the Life and Death of Pope
Joan; a Tragedy; acted at the Theatre-Royal, 4to. 1680, dedicated to
Anthony Earl of Shaftsbury.

9. The Heir of Morocco, with the Death of Gyland, a Tragedy; acted at
the Theatre-Royal 1682.

10. Distressed Innocence, or the Princess of Persia; a Tragedy; acted
at the Theatre-Royal, dedicated to John Lord Cutts. This play was acted
with applause; the author acknowledges his obligations to Betterton, for
some valuable hints in this play, and that Mr. Mountford wrote the last
scene of it.

11. The Ambitious Slave, or a Generous Revenge; a Tragedy; acted at the
Theatre Royal, 4to. 1694. This play met with ill success.

12. The World in the Moon, a Dramatic, Comic Opera; performed at the
Theatre in Dorset-Garden, by his Majesty's Servants, 1698.

13. City Rambler, or The Playhouse Wedding; a Comedy; acted at the
Theatre-Royal.

14. The Virgin Prophetess, or The Fate of Troy; an Opera; performed
1701.

15. The Ladies Triumph, a Comic Opera; presented at the Theatre in
Lincoln's-Inn-Fields, by Subscription, 1710.

Our poet possessed a pension from the City Magistrates, for an
annual Panegyric to celebrate the Festival of the Lord Mayor, and
in consequence wrote various poems, which he calls Triumphs for the
Inauguration of the Lord Mayors, which are preserved in his works, and
which it would be needless to enumerate. Besides his dramatic pieces,
he published many occasional poems, addressed to his patrons, and some
funeral elegies on the deaths of his friends. It is certain Settle did
not want learning, and, in the opinion of some critics, in the early
part of his life, sometimes excelled Dryden; but that was certainly
owing more to a power he had of keeping his temper unruffled, than any
effort of genius; for between Dryden and Settle, there is as great
difference, as between our modern versifiers, and Pope.

Whatever was the success of his poetry, he was the best contriver of
machinery in England, and for many years of the latter part of his life
received an annual salary from Mrs. Minns, and her daughter Mrs. Leigh,
for writing Drolls for Bartholomew, and Southwark Fairs, with proper
decorations, which were generally so well contrived, that they exceeded
those of their opponents in the same profession.

Our author died in the Charterhouse 1724; some months before his
decease, he offered a play to the managers of the Theatre-Royal in
Drury-Lane, but he lived not to introduce it on the stage; it was called
The Expulsion of the Danes from Britain.

End of the Third Volume.


[Footnote 1: Wood's Athen. Oxon. vol, ii. p. 1076.]