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ADDITIONS AND CORRECTIONS. P. 59. “ Bp. Warburton, when in 1764 he mentions forty years ago,' speaks in round numbers. He was presented by the Duke of Newcastle to the Rectory of Firsby on the death of Mr. Thomas Heron ; who, as appears from the Registers of that parish, was buried in 1730. The name of no other Rector can be found in those Registers till 1754; when · William Warbirton, D. D. Rector',' together with the Curate's, and Churchwardens' names for the time being, are all fairly written on a blank leaf in the beginning of a Register-book." R. S.-Dr. Warburton resigned Firsby in 1756.

Ibid. A singular coincidence of circumstances attended the death of Dr. Stukeley, in March 1765. Mr. Harris, the Lecturer of St. George, had just deceased ; in consequence of which an election was appointed. The candidates were, Mr. Hollingbury, of the Charter-house, and Mr. Floyd. The latter had a majoriiy of one vote till Mr. Serjeant Eyre arrived from his house in Queen-square, whence he was brought in a chaise, in consequence of previous indisposition. Mr. Eyre's vote given, the candidates had equal numbers. Thus situated, Dr. Stukeley exercised his right of voting a second tine, as Rector of the parish, which he gave to Mr. Hollingbury, who was immediately declared duly elected. All this was in the common course of eve its. But mark the catastrophe of an ecclesiastical contested election: the Rector caught a violent cold in the vestry-room, that terminated in a paralytic stroke, and that in his death, aged upwards of 78, The Serjeant fell in the same room, exhausted by illness, was carried home, and exhausted in a few days afterwards.

P. 112, ncte, r. “ John Law, esq.”

P. 193. The Volume of Poems published by Concanen contains several articles very creditable to a young man. In 1721, in tlie Prologue to his Comedy of “ Wexford Wells," he apologizes for

an unpractis'd Muse,
Who boldly soars on wings of Fame, and sings

Ere twenty summers yet have fledg'd his wings.”
He wrote“ A Pastoral on the death of Thomas the first Lord
Southwell, who died Aug. 4, 1720;" and, in " A Survey of the
Court," characterized the leading Beauties and Statesmen of Ire-
land in the Vice-royaliy of the Duke of Grafton.

“ The Match at Foot-ball," a mock-heroic in Three Cantos, is a pleasing description of that athletic exercise, between six young men of Lusk against six from Sands, two townships about seven miles to the North of Dublin.

One Poem i transcribe, as the greater part of the opinions must be allowed to be perfectly correct; and it is the rather selected from the just compliment he pays in it to Swift and Pope. “ Letter to a CRITICK, in Vindication of ihe Modern Poets.

“ How oft, my Friend, hast thou with grief unfeign'd Of the vast dearth of modern Wit complain'd!

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Against the Learning of our age exclaim'd;
Revild our Poets, and their Works defamd!
Run o'er with rapture Virgil's sacred page ;
And swelled with transport at old Homer's rage!
Unmindful that our times can Writers show,
Whose breasts with ardour, scarce inferior, glow.

To you its date best recommends the Writ,
And ev'ry thing that 's antient must be Wit.
Three hundred years set Chaucer's fame to rights;
And Spenser only for his age delights;
Fletcher, because long dead, in Fame survives,
While Vanbrugh's greatest fault is, that he lives.

Such is the prejudice which Mankind sways,
Ev'n these have had their Criticks in their days ;
For hell-born Envy, with malignant care,
Still blasts the praises which she cannot share,
The haggard fiend the living Bard pursues,
Exerts the spoiler, and infests the Muse;
Rescued by Fate, Fame rises from the tomb,
And only then the bays begin to bloom.
Since all allow the dead their shares in fame,
Then hear me triumph in the living's name.
Throw off the Critick, to put on the Friend,
And pardon what your judgment can't commend.
Too well I know the hazards which I run,
And see the perils I neglect to shun.
Full of my theme, I dare infringe your laws,
And merii censure while I give applause.

When Southern melts in unaffected strains,
What soft confusion in our bosom reigns !
Reason in vain forbids our eyes to flow,
And feign'd distress gives undissembled woe.

Congreve, her darling, ev'ry Muse design'd,
Congreve to no one excellence confin'd,
Equally great in all-in him conspire
Your Ovid's softness, and your Pindar's fire :
In his gay scenes the comic spirit shines,
And all the Graces revel in his lines :
When he with nobler pride the buskin wears,
He moves our wonder, and commands our tears,

Great and unmatch'd is laurel'd Eusden's praise,
At once to nierit and adorn the bays;
Like some smooth riv'let flows his charming strain,
Which neither rocks disturb, nor floods detain:
Such depth and clearness in his verses meet,
Strong as the stream, and as its murmurs sweet.

With pleasing notes the woods and valleys ring
If Pope's harmonious hand but touch the string;
His gentle numbers charm the ravish'd plains,
While still attention holds tbe wond'ring swains.

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As when the birds of ev'ry tuneful kind,
Within the limits of a grove confin'd;
To him the Classics all their art have shewn,
Yet all his wit and spirit are his own;
He knows their methods to pursue their race,
Yet scorns their footsteps servilely to trace.

Before Columbus rose, mistaken men
B'lievd nought beyond their sires' short-sighted ken ;
So heretofore our plodding Criticks thought
Nothing was sense but what the Ancients taught,
Till Swift launch'd furth, and boldly dar'd explore
New worlds of Wit, unknown to those before.

So many charms in Granville's Muse appear,
'Tis doublful if his Mira be more fair:
Mira, the sex's envy, and their shame,
By cruelty for ever blasts her fame,
Unmovid she listens to their syren tongue,
And hears the melting accents of that song
Which ev'ry other fair with softness wound,
Who bless the pain, and die upon the sound.

There Young arrests the Muse, and claims her praise
From the vast grandeur of his tow'ring lays;
In him no abject words, expressions mean,
Or grov'ling thoughts, debase the labour'd scene;
Him Heaven ordaind the boast of Britain's Isle,
Prop of her Stage, and standard of her style ;
With pleasing force he boldly strikes the heart,
And adds to strength and nature grace and art.

Soft Philips next, who to his artful song
Tunes the gay gambols of the rustic throng,
Our lyre ennobles, and exalts our scene,
With the great names of Sappho and Racine ;
Reflects their beauties like a flatt'ring glass,
And shews ev'n Strada fairer than he was:
The tuneful hand can all our senses charm,
With tempests please, with frozen billows warm.

Fain would I rove through Steele's instructive page,
Admire the Bard, and venerate the Sage;
Sewel's unbounded excellence display,
Or trace the pleasing elegance of Gay ;
Their artless musick warble through the sprays,
And in divine confusion mix their lays :
The note still chang'd, our raptur'd sense confounds
With mingling melody, and blending sounds ;
While none its single excellence can boast,
But in the gen'ral harmony is lost.
Such are his works, and such is ev'ry song
Alike all easy, and alike all strong.

The grateful Muse to Swift exulting flies,
By whom upborn these arduous tracts she tries i

Grov'ling

Grov'ling on earth she lay unfledg'd before,
Till, rais'd by him, she first essay'd to soar :
But dare not venture, Jest my want of skill
Should praise them better than my strength of will,
Their lines draw lustre from the shades in mine,
And painting ill obstruct my great design.

Nor are these all-unnumber'd lights appear,
To guide our ways, and gild our hemisphere
With pow'r illustrious, and with art divine,
And in collected excellence they shire.

As when the clouded mantle of the Night,
With stars bespangled, shines serenely bright,
Some more conspicuous dart their trembling rays,

While some united form one common blaze."
P. 199, note, l. 1. 7. 1728-9."

P. 263. Hawley Bishop, esq. the “other kind labourer in the vineyard," is enumerated by Mr. Theobald in his Preface among his generous assistants. He probably died about that period; as did another of his friends, Edward Roome, esq. See p. 326.

P. 669. The following pathetic lines, on the death of the younger Dr. Lettsom, were written by the Rev. Thomas Maurice.

On virtuous Lettsom, in his manly bloom,
Resistless, Death's eternal shades descend;
While kindred love and friendship round his tomb,
In speechless agony distracted bend.
Ah! what avails above the vulgar throng,
To rise in genius, or in worth to soar ;
Impetuous rolls the stream of time along,
The bubble bursts, and life's gay dream is o'er.
In ev'ry stage of varying life approv'd,
And still of toiling want the stedfast friend,
He passed his transient day—admir'd-belov'd;
All prais'd him living—ALL bemoan his end.
From Heaven's high throne the Almighty Sire look'd down,
Well pleas'd to view such worth below the skies;
He saw him ripe for an immortal crown,

And bade his soul quit Earth for PARADISE." P. 683. 1. 34. r. Elysian Fields; though, &c.—Dr. Lettsom's pleasing Letter of invitation, to a Sermon for the Royal Humane Society, and a dinner at his Camberwell Villa, was thus answered: “ DEAR Doctor,

Leicester, Sept. 7, 1795. “ After three or four days hard fatigue in the exploring of Antiquarian Mines, on returning to Leicester through perilous roads at one in the morning, I find a large packet of letters, many of them from :hose I esteem-particularly one which I read with singular pleasure, from the man who unites the two qualities for which Dr. Johnson commended Dr. James and Mr. Garrick- from him who lengthens, and him who gladdens life. Yes, my good Doctor, I will certainly meet you at Philippi ;

aye, and philip your beef and your wine afterwards ; and look
forward with satisfaction to our Committees in that Elysium you
so pleasantly describe. We are congenial, I see, in the choice of
our planets, as well as our plans; and have no great objection 10
a slice of the Mahometan Paradise. But the rolls and butter of
Leicester call me to a more solid repast; 90 I shall now resign the
pen to Mr. Pridden, who is with me, and will answer for himself.
May the comforts of this Globe be long continued to us both;
and to all our deserving friends, and be succeeded by the conse-
quential rewards of a better existence. Yours ever, J. Nichols."
Dear Doctor, if possible, I will gladly join the jovial crew.
“ Yours respectfully,

J. P." P.743. The two following publications occasioned the introduction of their respective Authors into the notes on The Dunciad:

1. “Critical Observations on Shakespeare, by John Upton, Prebendary of Rochester, 1746 ;" a second Edition in 1748.

This produced the following note on Book IV. ver. 237,

" Much wiser Critics than Dennis and Gildon; celebrated in the foregoing Book, who became the public scorn by a mere mistake of their talents. They would needs turn Critics of their own Countrymen (just as Aristotle and Longinus did of theirs) and discourse upon the beauties and defects of composition :

How parts relate to parts, and they to whole;

The Body's harmony, the beaming Soul. Whereas had they followed the example of these Microscopes of Wit, Kuster, Burman, and their followers, in verbal criticism on the learned languages, their acuteness and industry might have raised them a name equal to the most famous of the Scholiasts. We can therefore but lament the late Apostasy of the Prebendary of Rochester, who, beginning in so good a train, has now turned short, to write Comments on the FIRE-SIDE and Dreams upon Shakespeare; where we find the spirit of Oldmixon, Gildon, and Dennis, all revived in his belaboured observations, SCRIBL. – Here, Scriblerus ! in this affair of the Fireside *, I want thy usual candour. It is true Mr. Upton did write notes upon it; but with all honour and good faith. He took it to

* Bp. Warburton, in a Letter to Mr. Hurd, Feb. 24, 1749-50, thus notices the circumstance :“You ask about the Prebendary of Rochester, Browne (the Pipe-of-Tobacco Browne) wrote a lampoon on Lord Gran. ville, called “ The Fire-side." To add the more poignaney to his satire, he, in the wantonness of his spleen, conceived a design that Upton should write notes upon it. He knew him to be dull enough not to see the drift. of the lampoon, and vain enough to think himself honoured by ibe re, quest; so he got him to bis chambers, and persuaded bim to write what indeed he himself in part dictated to him. In this condition the lampoon was printed, and then Browne told all bis acquaintance tbe joke. I had it not from himself, and therefore was at liberty to speak of it. But was it not a charity to caution him against a commerce with this species of Wits, whose characteristic is what Mr. Pope gives them, of

A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead! “Upton's offence was well known, but it is not always so.

For one does not care to trouble tbe publick with particularities, nor perpetuate the memory of impertinent and forgotten abuse ; hence you gain the character, amongst those who neither know you, nor your provocasions, of being unjustly censorious and satirical." VOL. II. 3 I

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