Yonder I see the cheerful Dutchess stand,

For friendship, zeal, and blithsome humours,

known:

Whence that loud shout in such a hearty strain?
Why, all the Hamiltons are in her train.

X.

70

74

See next the decent Scudamore advance,
With Winchelsea, still meditating song:
With her perhaps Miss Howe came there by chance,
Nor knows with whom, or why she comes along.
Far off from these see Santlow, fam'd for dance;
And frolic Bicknell, and her sister young;
With other names, by me not to be nam'd,
Much lov'd in private, not in public fam'd!

XI.

But now behold the female band retire,

And the shrill music of their voice is still'd!
Methinks I see fam'd Buckingham admire,
That in Troy's ruin thou hadst not been kill'd;
Sheffield, who knows to strike the living lyre,

With hand judicious, like thy Homer skill'd.
Bathurst impetuous hastens to the coast,
Whom you and I strive who shall love the most.

XII.

See generous Burlington, with goodly Bruce (But Bruce comes wafted in a soft sedan),

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85

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Ver. 78. Santlow, fam'd for dance ;] She afterward married Booth the player. Mrs. Bicknell, the actress, is mentioned either in the Spectator or Tatler, with applause.

Dan Prior next, belov'd by every muse,

And friendly Congreve, unreproachful man! (Oxford by Cunningham hath sent excuse)

95

See hearty Watkins comes with cup and can; And Lewis, who has never friend forsaken; And Laughton whisp'ring asks-Is Troy town taken?

XIII.

Earl Warwick comes, of free and honest mind;

Bold, gen'rous Craggs, whose heart was ne'er dis

guis'd:

Ah why, sweet St. John, cannot I thee find?

St. John for every social virtue priz'd.

Alas! to foreign climates he's confin'd,

100

Or else to see thee here I well surmis'd: Thou too, my Swift, dost breathe Boeotian air; When wilt thou bring back wit and humour here?

XIV.

Harcourt I see for eloquence renown'd,

The mouth of justice, oracle of law! Another Simon is beside him found,

Another Simon, like as straw to straw.

105

How Lansdown smiles, with lasting laurel crown'd! What mitred prelate there commands our awe?

See Rochester approving nods his head,

And ranks one modern with the mighty dead.

111

NOTES.

Ver. 112. See Rochester approving nods his head,] So in the Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot:

"Ev'n mitr'd Rochester would nod the head."

XV.

Carlton and Chandois thy arrival grace ;
Hanmer, whose eloquence th' unbiass'd sways;
Harley, whose goodness opens in his face,

115

And shews his heart the seat where virtue stays. Ned Blount advances next, with busy pace,

In haste, but saunt'ring, hearty in his ways: I see the friendly Carylls come by dozens, Their wives, their uncles, daughters, sons, and cou

sins.

XVI.

120

Arbuthnot there I see, in physic's art,

As Galen learn'd, or famed Hippocrate;
Whose company drives sorrow from the heart,
As all disease his medicines dissipate :
Kneller amid the triumph bears his part,

Who could (were mankind lost) anew create:
What can th' extent of his vast soul confine?
A painter, critic, engineer, divine!

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Ver. 126. Kneller amid, &c.] This is no more than a compliment to the vanity of Sir Godfrey, which Pope and other wits were always putting to the strongest trials. "Sir Godfrey," says Pope, "I believe if God Almighty had had your assistance, the world would have been formed more perfect." "Fore God," says Kneller, "I believe so." He was frequently (as Mr. Walpole observes) very free and singular in his conversation on religion. This adulation of Pope, Addison, Prior, &c. appears to have heightened his natural absurdities, as he had not discernment enough to discover that they were only soothing him to paint for them gratis, or diverting themselves at the expense of his cre

XVII.

Thee Jervas hails, robust and debonair,

Now have [we] conquer'd Homer, friends, he cries: Dartneuf, grave joker, joyous Ford is there,

131

And wond'ring Maine, so fat with laughing eyes (Gay, Maine, and Cheney, boon companions dear,

Gay fat, Maine fatter, Cheney huge of size), Yea, Dennis, Gildon (hearing thou hast riches), 135 And honest, hatless Cromwell, with red breeches.

XVIII.

O Wanley, whence com'st thou with shorten'd hair, And visage from thy shelves with dust besprent? "Forsooth (quoth he) from placing Homer there, For ancients to compyle is myne entente:

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dulity. Sir Godfrey had drawn for Pope the statues of Apollo, Venus, and Hercules. Pope paid for them with the following stanza;

"What god, what genius, did the pencil move,

When Kneller painted these!

"Twas friendship warm as Phoebus, kind as love,

And strong as Hercules."

On these lines, which their author wisely suppressed, Mr. Walpole has offered a very just criticism. See his Anecdotes, &c. vol. iii. p. 112.

Ver. 132. joyous Ford is there,] Charles Ford, Esq. was by Swift's interest appointed Gazetteer. See the Dean's Letter to Mrs. Dingley, dated July 1, 1712.

Ver. 139. with dust besprent?] So in the Dunciad, b. iii. p. 185. "But who is he in closet close ypent

Of sober face, with learned dust besprent?

Humphrey Wanley was librarian to Lord Oxford.

Of ancients only hath Lord Harley care;

But hither me hath my meeke lady sent:In manuscript of Greeke rede we thilke same, But book yprint best plesyth my gude dame."

XIX.

145

Yonder I see, among th' expecting crowd,
Evans with laugh jocose, and tragic Young;
High-buskin'd Booth, grave Mawbert, wand'ring
Frowd,

And Titcomb's belly waddles slow along.
See Digby faints at Southern talking loud,
Yea, Steele and Tickell mingle in the throng;
Tickell whose skiff (in partnership they say)
Set forth for Greece, but founder'd in the way.

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Lo the two Doncastles in Berkshire known!
Lo Bickford, Fortescue of Devon land!
Lo Tooker, Eckershall, Sykes, Rawlinson!
See hearty Morley takes thee by the hand!
Ayrs, Graham, Buckridge, joy thy voyage done;
But who can count the leaves, the stars, the sand?

NOTES.

Ver. 149. slow along.] The names of the majority of persons here enumerated, are in want of no illustration; and concerning a few of them, it would be difficult to supply any. Titcomb, however, is mentioned in a letter from Pope to Congreve. "There is a grand revolution at Will's, Morrice has quitted for a coffee-house in the city, and Titcomb is restored to the great joy of Cromwell, who was at a loss for a person to converse with on the fathers, and church history."