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In landscape painting, the great artist does not pare his beloved's nose to a « towers on account of its give you a literal copy of a country, but he invents and length, but of its symmetry; and, making allowance for composes one. Nature, in her actual aspect, does not eastern hyperbole and the difficulty of finding a discreet furnish him with such existing scenes as he requires. image for a female pose in nature, it is perhaps as good Even where he presents you with some famous city, or a figure as any other. celebrated scene from mountain or other nature, it Art is not inferior to pature for poetical purposes. must be taken from some particular point of view, and What makes a regiment of soldiers a more poble object with such light, and shade, and distance, etc. as serve of view than the same mass of mob? Their arms, their not only to heighten its beauties, but to shadow its de- dresses, their banners, and the art and artificial symformities. The poetry of nature alone, exactly as she metry of their position and movements. A Highlandappears, is not sufficient to bear him out. The very skyer's plaid, a Mussulman's turhan, and a Roman toga, of his painting is not the portrait of the sky of nature; are more poetical than the tattoed or untattoed butit is a composition of different skies, observed at diffe- tocks of a New Sandwich savage, although they were rent times, and not the whole copied from any particu- described by William Wordsworth himself like the lar day. And why? Because Nature is noi lavish of « idiot in his glory.» her beauties; they are widely scattered, and occasionally I have seen as many mountains as most men, and more displayed, to be selected with care, and gathered with fleets than the generality of landsmen: and to my mind, difficulty.
a large convoy, with a few sail of the line to conduct them, Of sculpture I have just spoken. It is the great is as noble and as poetical a prospect as all that inaniscope of the sculptor to heighten nature into heroic mate nature can produce. I prefer the « mast of some beauty, i. e. in plain English, to surpass his model. great ammiral,» with all its tackle, to the Scotch fir or When Canova forms a statue, be takes a limb from one, the Alpine tannen: and think that more poetry has been a hand from another, a feature from a third, and a made out of it. In what does the infinite superiority of shape, it may be, from a fourth, probably at the same « Falcooer's Shipwreck,» over all other shipwrecks, contime improving upon all, as the Greek of old did in sist? In his admirable application of the terms of his embodying his Venus.
art; in a poet-sailor's description of the sailor's fate. Ask a portrait painter to describe his agonies in ac- These very terms, by his application, make the strength commodating the faces with which Nature and his sit- and reality of his poem. Why? because he was a poet, ters have crowded his painting-room to the principles of and in the bands of a poet art will not be found less his art; with the exception of perhaps ten faces in as ornamental than nature. It is precisely in general namany millions, there is not one which he can venture to ture, and in stepping out of his element, that Falconer give without shading much and adding more. Nature, fails; where he digresses to speak of ancient Greece, and exactly, simply, barely nature, will make no great artist « such branches of learning.» of any kind, and least of all a poet--the most artificial, In Dyer's Grongar Hill, upon which his fame rests, perhaps, of all artists in his very essence. With regard the very appearance of Nature herself is moralised into to natural imagery, the poets are obliged to take some of an artificial image: their best illustrations from art. You say that « a foun
Thus is Nature's vesture wrought, tain is as clear or clearer than glass,» to express its
To instruet oor wandering iboaght; beauty
Thus she dresses green and gay,
To disperse our cares away.
And here also we have the telescope, the mis-use of In the speech of Mark Antony, the body of Cæsar is which, from Milton, has rendered Mr Bowles so triumphadisplayed, but so also is his mantle :
ant over Me Campbell: You all do know this mantle, etc.
So we mistake the future's face,
Eyed through Hope's deluding glass.
And here a word, en passant, to Mr Campbell
As yon summits, soft and fair, the rent of the mantle, it would have had more of Mr
Clad in colours of the air, Bowles's « nature» to help it; but the artiGcial dagger is
Which, to those who journey near,
Barron, brown, and rough appear, more poetical than any natural hand without it. In the
Still we trad ibe same coarse why sublime of sacred poetry, « Who is this that cometh
The present's still a cloudy day. from Edom? with dyed garments from Bozrah ?» Would «the comer» be poetical without his « dyed garments?» Is not this the original of the far-famed which strike and startle the spectator, and identify the 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, approaching object.
And robes the mountain in its azure bae! The mother of Sisera is represented listening for the
To return once more to the sea. Let any one look ou a wheels of his chariot.» Solomon, in his Song, com- the long wall of Malamocco, which curbs the Adriatic, pares the nose of his beloved to a « tower,” which to us and pronounce between the sea and its master. Surely appears an eastern exaggeration. If he had said, that that Roman work (I mean Roman in conception and her statue was like that of «a tower," it would have performance), which says to the ocean, « thus far shall been as poetical as if he had compared her to a tree.
thou come, and no further, and is obeyed, is not less The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex,
sublime and poetical than the angry waves which vainly
break beneath it. is an instance of an artificial image to express a moral Mr Bowles makes the chief part of a ship's poesy desuperiority. But Solomon, it is probable, did not com-pend on the « wind : » then why is a ship under sail more
poctical iban a log in a high wind? The log is all place him? with Dante and the others ? No: but, as I have nature, the ship is all art, « coarse canvas,» « blue before said, the poet wbo executes best is the highest, bunting,” and « tall poles;» both are violently acted whatever bis department, and will ever be so rated in upon by the wind, tossed here and there, to and fro; the world's esteem. and yet nothing but excess of hunger could make me Had Gray written nothing but his Elegy, high as he Jook upon
the pig as the more poetical of the two, and stands, I am not sure that he would not stand higher; then ouly in the shape of a griskin.
it is the corner-stone of his glory; without it, luis odes Will Mr Bowles tell us that the poctry of an aqueduct would be insufficient for his fame. The depreciation consists in the water wlich it conveys? Let him look of Pope is partly founded upon a false idea of the on that of Justinian, on those of Rome, Constantinople, dignity of his order of poetry, to which be has partly Lisbon, and Elvas, or even at the remains of that in contributed by the ingenuous boast, Attica. We are asked, « what makes the venerable towers of
That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long.
But stoop'd to tratb, and moralised his song. Westminster Abbey more poetical, as objects, than the tower for the manufactory of patent shot, surrounded by He should have written « rose to truth.» lo my miod the same scenery?" I will answer—the architecture. the highest of all poetry is cthical poetry, as the highTurn Westminster Abbey, or Saint Paul's, into a powder est of all eartlıly objects must be moral truth. Religion magaziue, their poetry, as objects, remains the same; does not make a part of my subject; it is something the Parilenon was actually converted into one by the beyond human powers, and has failed in all human Turks, during Morosini's l'enciian siege, and part of it bands except Milton's and Dante's, and even Daple's destroyed in
consequence. Cromwell's dragoons stalled powers are involved in his delincation of human pas their steeds in Worcester cathedral; was it less poetical, sions, though in supernatural circumstances. What as an object, than before? Ask a foreigner on bis ap made Socrates the greatest of men? His moral truth proach to London, what strikes him as the most poetical his ethics. What proved Jesus Christ the Son of God of the towers before him; he will point out St Paul's and hardly less than his miracles? His moral precepts. Westminster Abbey, without, perhaps, kuowing the Aud if ethics have made a philosopher the first of men names or associations of either, and pass over the « tower and have not been disdained as an adjunct to his gospel for patent shot,» not that, for any thing he knows to by the Deity liimself, are we lo be told that ethical the contrary, it might not be the mausoleum of a mo poctry, or didactic poetry, or by whatever name you narch, or a Waterloo column, or a Trafalgar monu term it, wbose object is to make men better and wiser, ment, but because its architecture is obviously inferior. is not the very first order of poetry; and are we to be
To the question, « whether the description of a game told this too by one of the priesthood? It requires of cards be as poctical, supposing the execution of the inore mind, more wisdom, more power, than all the artists equal, as a description of a walk in a forese?» forests» that ever were « walked» for their «descripit may be answered, that the materials are certainly lion, and all the epics that ever were founded upon not equal; but that «the artist,» who has rendered | lields of battle. The Georgies are indisputably, and, the game of cards poctical,» is by far the greater of I believe, undisputedly, even a finer poem than the the two.
But all this « ordering» of poets is purely ar Eneid. Virgil kuew this; he did not order them to be bitrary on the part of Mr Bowles. There may or may burot. not be, in faci, different « orders» of poetry, but the
The proper study of mankind is man. poet is always raoked arcording to luis execution, and not according to luis branch of the art.
It is the fashion of the day to lay great stress upon Tragedy is one of the loighest presumed orders. Hughes what they call « imagination» and « invention, the two has written a tragedly, and a very successful one; commonest of qualities: an irish peasant, with a little Fenton another; and Pope none. any man, how- whiskey in his locad, will imagine and invent more ever, — will even Mr Bowles, himself rank laches and than would furnish forth a modern poem. If Lucreties Fenton as ports above Pope? Was even Addison (the bad not been spoiled by the Epicurean system, we author of Cato), or Diowe (one of the higher order of should have had a far superior poem to any now in dramatises, as far as success goes), or Young, or even existence. As mere poetry, it is the first of Latin Otway and Southerne, ever raised for a moment to the poems. What then has ruined it! His ethics. Pope same rank with Pope in the estimation of the reader has not this defect; his moral is as pure as his poetry or the critic, before his deatlı or since? If Mr Bowies will is glorious. In speaking of artificial objects, I have contend for classifications of this kind, let him recollect omitted to touch upon one which I will now mentioa. that descriptive poetry has been ranked as among the Cannon may be prrsumed to be as highly poetical as lowest branches of the art, and description
art can make ber objerts. Mr Bowles will, perhaps, nament, but which should never form « the subjects of tell me that this is because they resemble that grand a poem. The Italians, with the most poetical language, natural article of sound in heaven, and simile upon ind the most fastidious taste in Europe, possess now five carth-thunder. I shall be told triumphantly, that! great poets, they say, Dante, Petrarchi, Ariosto, Tasso, Milton made sad work with his artillery, when he armed and lastly Alfieri; and whom do they esteem one of the bis devils therewithal. He did so; and this arabicial Jighest of these, and some of them the very highest object must have had much of the sublime to attract Petrarch, the sonncteer : it is true that some of his his attention for such a conflict. lle has made an Canzoni are not less esteemed, but not more; who ever absurd use of it; but the absurdity consists not in dreams of his Latin Africa!
using cannon against the angels of God, but any Were Petrarcli to be ranked according to the « order» material weapon.
The thunder of the clouds would of his compositions, whicre would the best of sonnets have been as ridiculous and vain in the hauds of the
as a mere or
devils, as the avillanous saltpetre:» the angels were as tation of Milton's style, as burlesque as the « Splendid impervious to the one as to the other. The thunder- Shilling. These two writers (for Cowper is no poet) bolts became sublime in the hands of the Almighty, come into comparison in one great work--the transnot as such, but because he deigns to use them as a means lation of Homer. Now, with all the great, and maniof repelling the rebel spirits ; but no one can attribute fest, and manifold, and reproved, and acknowledged, their defeat to this grand piece of natural electricity: and uncontroverted faults of Pope's translation, and the Almighty willed, and they fell; his word would have all the scholarship, and pains, and time, and trouble, been enough ; and Milton is as absurd (and in fact, and blank verse of the other, who can ever read Cowper? blasphemous) in putting material lightnings into the and who will ever lay down Pope, unless for the hands of the Godhead, as in giving him hands at all. original ? Pope's was « not Homer, it was Spondanus ; »
The artillery of the demons was but the first step of but Cowper's is not Homer, either, it is not even Cowhis mistake, the thunder the next, and it is a step lower. per. As a child I first read Pope's Homer with a rapIt would have been fit for Jove, but not for Jehovah. ture which no subsequent work could ever afford; and The subject altogether was essentially unpoetical; he children are not the worst judges of their own lanhas made more of it than another could, but it is be-guage. As a boy I read Homer in the original, as we yond him and all men.
have all done, some of us by force, and a few by In a portion of his reply, Mr Bowles asserts that Pope favour; under which description I come is nothing to «envied Phillips» because he quizzed his pastorals in the purpose, it is enough that I read him. As a man the Guardian, in that most admirable model of irony, I have tried to read Cowper's version, and I found it his paper on the subject. If there was any thing impossible. Has any human reader ever succeeded ? enviable about Phillips, it could hardly be his pasto And now that we have heard the Catholic reproached rals. They were despicable, and Pope expressed his with envy, duplicity, licentiousness, avarice—what was contempt. If Mr Fitzgerald published a volume of son- the Calvinist?' He attempted the most atrocious of nets, or a « Spirit of Discovery,» or a « Missionary,» crimes in the Christian code, viz. suicide-and why? and Mr Bowles wrote in any periodical journal an Because he was to be examined whether he was fit for ironical paper upon them, would this be venvy?» The an office which he seems to wish to have made a sineauthors of the «Rejected Addresses» have ridiculed the cure. His connexion with Mrs Unwin was pure enough, sixteen or twenty «first living poets» of the day; but for the old lady was devout, and he was deranged; but do they «envy» them? « Envy» writhes, it don't laugh. why then is the infirm and then elderly Pope to be reThe authors of the «Rejected Addresses» may despise proved for his connexion with Martha Blount? Cowsome, but they can hardly «envy» any of the persons per was the almoner of Mrs Throgmorton ; but Pope's whom they have parodied; and Pope could have no charities were his own, and they were noble and exmore envied Phillips than he did Welsted, or Theobalds, tensive, far beyond his fortune's warrant. Pope was or Smedley, or any other given hero of the Dunciad. He could not have envied him, even had he himself not
Thy needles, once a shining store, been the greatest poet of his age. Did Mr Jags «envy»
For my sake restless beretofore,
Now rust disused, and shine no more, Mr Phillips, when he asked him, « how came your
My Mary, Pyrrhus to drive oxen, and say, I am goaded on by contain a simple, household, .indsor,» artifcial, and ordinary image. love !» This question silenced poor Phillips; but it no 1 refer Mr Bowles to the stanza, and ask if these three lines about more proceeded from wenvy» than did Pope's ridicule. « needles are not worth all the boasted twaddling about trees, so Did he envy Swift? Did he envy Bolingbroke? Did he triumphantly re-quoted ? and yet in fact what do they convey! A
homely collection of images and ideas associated with the darniag of envy Gay the unparalleled success of his «Beggar's stockings, and the bemming of shirts, and the mending of breeches; Opera !» We may be answered that these were his but will any one dony that they are eminently poetical and pathetic friends-true; but does friendship prevent envy! as addressed by Cowper to his nurse ? The trash of trees reminds me Study the first woman you meet with, or the first scrib
of a saying of Sheridan's. Soon after the Rejected Address" scene,
in 1812, I met Sheridan. In the course of dinner, be said, Lord bler, let Mr Bowles himself (whom I acquit fully. of Byron, did you know that amongst tho writers of addresses was Whitsuch an odious quality) study some of his own poetical bread himself ?» I answered by an enquiry of what sort of an address intimates: the most envious man I ever heard of is a
he had made. Of that,. replied Sheridan, « I remember lule, erpoet, and a high one; besides it is an universal passion. cept that there was a phenix in it.» « A phanis !! Well, how did he
describe itt. Like a poulterer, answered Sheridan : « it was green, Goldsmith envied not only the puppets for their danc- and yellow, and red, and blue : he did not let us off for a single feaing, and broke his shins in the attempt at rivalry, but ther. And just such as this poulterer's account of a phonix, is was seriously angry because two pretty women re- Cowper's stick-picker's detail of a wood, with all its petty minutia ceived more attention than he did.
of this, that, and the other. This is envy; but
One more poetical instance of the power of art, and even its supewhere does Pope show a sign of the passion? In that riority over nature, in poetry, and I have done :-the bust of Anticase, Dryden envied the hero of his Mac Flecknoe. Mr nou! Is there any thing in nature like this marble, excepting the Bowles compares, when and where he can, Pope with Venus ? Can there to more poetry gathered into existence than in Cowper (the same Cowper whom, in his edition of Pope, is in no resport derived from nature, nor from any association of moral
that wonderful creation of perfect boauty! But the poetry of this bust he laughs at for his attachment to an old woman, Mrs exaltedness ; for what is there in common with moral nature and the Unwin; search and you will find it; I remember the male minion of Adrian? The very execution is not natural, but super passage, though not the page); in particular he re- natural, or rather super artificial, for nature bas never done so much. quotes Cowper's Dutch delineation of a wood, drawn of poetry. A great artist will make a block of stone as sublime as
Away, then, with this cant about nature and « invariable principles up like a seedsman's catalogue,' with an affected imi- a mountain, and a good poet can imbue a pack of cards with more
poetry than inbabits the forests of America. It is the business and
the proof of a poot to give the lie to the proverb, and sometimes to 'I will submit to fr Bowles's own judgment a passage from another * make a silken purse out of a sow's ear;s and 10 conclude with anpoem of Cowper's, to be compared with the same writer's Sylvan 'orber bonely proverb, a good workman will not find fault with his Samplor. In the liner to Mary,
the tolerant yet steady adherent of the most bigoted of will not. You, Sir, know how far I am sincere, and sects; and Cowper the most bigoted and despondent whether, my opinion, not only in the short work insectary that ever anticipated damnation to himself or tended for publication, and in private letters auch others. Is this harsh? I know it is, and I do not assert can never be published, lias or has not been the same. it as my opinion of Cowper personally, but to show I look upon this as the declining age of English poetry: what might be said, with just as great an appearance of no regard for others, no selfish feeling, can prevent me truth and candour, as all the odiuin which has been from seeing this, and expressing the truth.
There can accumulated upon Pope in similar speculations. Cow- be no worse sign for the taste of the times than the : per was a good man, and lived at a fortunate time for depreciation of Pope. It would be better to receive for his works.
proof Mr Cobbeti's rough but strong attack upoo Mr Bowles, apparently not relying entirely upon his Sbakspeare and Milton, than to allow this smooth ast own arguments, has, in person or by proxy, brought «candid» undermining of the reputation of die mal forward the names of Southey and Moore. Mr Southey perfect of our poets and the purest of our morali is! « agrees entirely with Mr Bowles in his invariable of liis power in the passions, iu description, in the principles of poetry. » The least that Mr Bowles can do mock-heroic, I leave others to descant. I take him in return is to approve the « invariable principles of Mr his trong ground, as an ethical poet: in the forme. Southey.» I should have thought that the word « in none excel, in the mock-heroic and the ethical ACDR variable» might have stuck in Southeys throat, like qual him; and, in my mind, the latter is the highest Macbeth's « Amen!» I am sure it did in mine, and I of all poetry, because it does that in verse, which tive am not the least consistent of the two, at least as a greatest of men have wished to accomplish in pros. voter, Moore (et tu Brute!) also approves, and a Mr If the essence of poetry must be a lie, throw it to the J. Scott.
on the head also..
There is a letter also of two lines from a dogs, or banish it from your republic, as Plain would gentleman in asterisks, who it seems, is a poet of the have done. He who can reconcile poetry with truth liighest rank»—who can this be? not my friend, Sir and wisdom, is the only true « poet» in its real sense Walter, surely. Campbell it can't be; Rogers it won't u the maker, « the creator»-why must this mean the be.
« liar,» the « feigner,» « the tale-teller?, A mau may
make and create better things than these. . You have hit the nail in the head, and" " ** (Pope, ! presume
I shall not presume to say that Pope is as high a I remain, yours, affe tionately.
poet as Shakspeare and Milton, though his edeny. (I'our Islrishs.)
Warton, places him immediately under them. I would And in asterisks let him remain, Woever this
no more say this thaa I would assert ia the mostu person
(once Saint Sophia's', that Socrates was a preater than may be, he deserves, for such a judgment of Nidas,
than Maliomel. But if I say that he is very near them, that the nail» which Mr Bowles bas lit in the lead..
it is no more than bus been asserted of Euras, who is should be driven througlı his own cars ; I am sure that
supposed they are long enough. The attention of the poetical populace of the present
To rival all but Shakspeare's name below. day to obtain an ostracism against Pope is as eavily 2e- I say nothing against this opinion. But of what «order » counted for as the Athenian's shell auninst Aristides; according to the portical aristocracy, are Burns's poetry? they are tired of bearing him always called «the Just.» These are buis opus magnum, «Tamn O Shanter,» a tale. They are also fighting for life; for if he maintains liis, the acotter's Saturday Night,» a descriptive skich, station, they will reach their own failing. They have some others in the same style; the rest are sougs SO raised a mosque by the side of a Grecian temple of the much for the rank of his productions; the rank of purest architecture; and, more barbarous than the bar. Purns is the very first of luis art. Of Pope I have ri. harians from whose practice I have borrowed the 'pressed my opinion elsewhere, as also of the fact figure, they are not contented with their own grotesque which the present atiempts at poetry have had upwa editice, unless they destroy the prior and purely beanii
our literature. If any great national or natural cabful fabric which preceded, and which shame them and valiou could or should overwhelm your country, theirs for ever and ever. I shall be told that amongst, sad sort as to sweep Great Britain from the kingdom those I have been (or it may be still am conspicuous— ' of the carthi, wnd leave only that, after all the inand true, and I am ashamed of it.
I have been amongst living; of human things, a dead language, to be stad the builders of this Babel, attended by a confusion of animals and imitated by the wise of future and far tongues, but never amongst the envious desitgir of
Deration upon foreign shores; if your literature the classic temple of our predecresor. Lave loved
should ivecome the learning of mankind, divested of . and lionoured the fame and name of that illuscious and unrivalled man, fer more than my own polery od prejudira; an Engli-hman, anxious that the pay
parit cabais limporary fashions, and national pride, renown, and the trashy jingle of the crowd of cervix of singers should know that there had bemy? « schools» anel upstarts, who pretend to risel, or even
surla i thuassa l'ritish Epic and Tragedy, might visa Sooner than a single leaf should be torn from his laurel, it were better that all which these
for the preservation of Shakspeare and Milton; but, men, and that I, as one of their ser, have ever written, and becoherrae sink with the people.
the surviving world would snatch Pope from the wreck,
lle is the moral hould
pori of railinition, and its such, let us hope that Line tranh, he sport, or intern in 1
he will one day be the national poct of mankind. I. Dririure the sals of Islam or wher!
is the only one that never shorks; the only who
fuurillis on las bonecat me hi ni prouch, Cise your There are those who will believe thus, o those who nye over his productions ; consider their extat, ai
contemplate their variety :-pastoral, passion, mock- bave a better memory for his own faults? They are heroic, translation, satire, ethics,--all excellent, and but the faults of an author; while the virtues he omitoften perfect. If his great charm be his melody, how ted from his catalogue are essential to the justice due comes it that foreigners adore him even in their diluted to a man. translation ? But I have made this letter too long.
Mr Bowles appears, indeed, to be susceptible beyond Give my compliments to Mr Bowles.
the privilege of authorship. There is a plaintive dedicaYours ever, very truly,
tion to Mr Gifford, in which he is made responsible for
BYRON. all the articles of the Quarterly. Mr Southey, it seems, To J. Murray, Esq.
«the most able and eloquent writer in that Review,»
approves of Mr Bowles's publication. Now, it seems to Post scriptum.-Long as this letter has grown, I
me the more impartial, that, notwithstanding that the find it necessary to append a postscript,—if possible, a great writer of the Quarterly entertains opinions opshort one. Mr Bowles denies that he has accused Pope posite to the able article on Spence, nevertheless that of « a sordid money-getting passion ;» but he adds « if
essay was permitted to appear. Is a review to be deI had ever done so, I should be glad to find any testi voted to the opinions of any one man ? Must it not mony that might show me he was not so..
vary according to circumstances, and according to the limony he may find, to his heart's content, in Spence subjects to be criticised? I fear that writers must take and elsewhere. First, there is Martha Blount, who, the sweets and bitters of the public journals as they Mr Bowles charitably says, a probably thought he did
occur, and an author of so long a standing as Mr Bowles not save enough for her as legatee.» Whatever she
might have become accustomed to such incidents ; he thought upon this point, ber words are in Pope's might be angry, but not astonished. I have been refavour. Then there is Alderman Barber; see Spence's viewed in the Quarterly almost as often as Mr Bowles, Anecdotes. There is Pope's cold answer to Halifax, and have brad as pleasavt things said, and some as unwhen he proposed a pension ; bis behaviour to Crages pleasant, as could well be pronounced. In the review and to Addison upon like occasions; and his own two of « The Fall of Jerusalem,» it is stated that I have delines
voted « my powers, etc. to the worst parts of maniAud, thanks to Homer, since I live and thrive,
cheism,” which, being interpreted, means that I worTodebted to no prin e or peer alive
ship the devil. Now, I have neither written a reply, nor
complained to Gifford. I believe that I observed in a written when princes would have been proud to pen- letter to you, that I thought « that the critic might have sion, and peers to promote him, and when the whole praised Milman without finding it necessary to abuse army of dunces were in array against him, and would me;» but did I not add at the same time, or soon after have been but too happy to deprive him of this boast apropos, of the note in the book of Travels), that I of independence. But there is something a little more would not, if it were even in my power, have a single serious in Mr Bowles's declaration, that he « would have line cancelled on my account in that nor in any other spoken» of his «noble generosity to the outcast, Richard publication ?- Of course, I reserve to myself the priSavage,» and other instances of a compassionate and vilege of response when necessary. Mr Bowles seems in generous heart, « had they occurred to his recollection a whimsical state about the article on Spence. You when he wrote.) What! is it come to this? Does know very well that I am not in your confidence, nor Mr Bowles sit down to write a minute and laboured life in that of the conductor of the journal, The moment and edition of a great poet? Does he anatomize his I saw that article, I was morally certain that I knew the character, moral and poetical? Does he present us author « by his style.» You will tell me that I do not with his faults and with his foibles ? Does he speer at know him: that is all as it should be; keep the secret, his feelings, and doubt of his sincerity? Does he unfold so shall J, though no one has ever intrusted it to me. his vanity and duplicity ? and then omit the good qua- He is not the person whom Mr Bowles denounces. Mr lities which might, in part
, have « covered this multi- Bowles's extreme sensibility reminds me of a circumtude of sins ?» and then plead that « they did not occur tance which occurred on board of a frigate, in which to his recollection?» Is this the frame of mind and of I was a passenger and guest of the captain's, for a conmemory with which the illustrious dead are to be apsiderable time. The surgeon on board, a very gentle. proached? If Mr Bowles, who must have had access to manly young man, and remarkably able in his profes. all the means of refreshing his memory, did not recol- sion, wore a wig. Upon this ornament he was extremely lect these facts, he is unfit for his task; but if be did tenacious. As naval jests are sometimes a little rouch, recollect, and omit them, I know not what he is fit his brother-officers made occasional allusions to this for, but I know what would be fit for him. Is the plea delicate appendage to the doctor's person. One day a of a not recollecting» such prominent facts to be ad-young lieutenant, in the course of a facetious discusmitted ? Mr Bowles has been at a public school, and, as sion, said, « Suppose, now, doctor, I should take off I have been publicly educated also, I can sympathise your hat.» Sir,» replied the doctor, « I shall talk no with his predilection. When we were in the third form longer with you; you grow scurrilous. He would not even, had we pleaded on the Monday morning, that we even admit so near an approach as to the hat which had not brought up the Saturday's exercise because protected it. In like manner, if any body approaches «we had forgotten it,» what would have been the re- Mr Bowles's laurels, even in his outside capacity of an ply? And is an excuse, which would not be pardoned | editor, « they grow scurrilous,» You say that you are to a schoolboy, to pass current in a matter which so about to prepare an edition of Pope; you cannot do nearly concerns the fame of the first poet of his age, if better for your own credit as a publisher, nor for the not of his country? If Mr Bowles so readily forgets the redemption of Pope from Mr Bowles, and of the public virtues of others, wliy complain so grievously that others taste from rapid degeneracy.