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by turning over the leaves, reading aloud the title-page, and exhibiting the gilded binding to the gazing crowd. I perceived too all along that she affected great popularity, On her nearer approach she threw off her former grimace, and began to compose herself with great assiduity and art. She gave signs of the utmost submission, by making three obeisances to the lady who fat on the bench as judge ; yet she could not help fending fome oblique malevolent glances at ORTHODOXY; and the cross that CEREMONY held seem'd to give her great offence ; but this disgust the endeavour'd as much as possible to conceal. On so great a change in her behaviour, the whole assembly express’d the highest satisfaction. The lady on the bench indeed seem'd to be but little affected with it, and with a nod gave leave for an audience, ALTERATION then spoke, but as the whole harangue was nothing but an abstract from the well-known book she held in her hand, the repeating it would be needless. I shall only therefore mention some circumstances that happen'd during the harrangue. When the frequent use of the Lord's Prayer in the Liturgy was strenuously objected to, ORTHODOXY who had till then been tolerably attentive, 'express’d how much the regarded such an objection by a smile ; whilft Ceremony, as being plainly aim'd at, look'd pale with resentment. Again, when a certain notorious vice was pronounc'd to be no deadly sın,joy was immediately diffus'd over the face of every partizan. The proposal for contracting the liturgy, because it took up too much time, was also receiv'd with the highest marks of approbation, and particularly so by thę whole herd of pluralists. When ALTERATION had finish'd her harangue, the lady on the bench pronounc'd with a loud voice, MAGNA EST VERITAS ET PRÆVALEBIT ; when lo! dress’d in an antique garb, more white than snow, more transparent than chrystal, Devotion enter'd: humble was her deportmont, her eyes were lifted up to heaven. Her retinue was small; nay to some it appeared even mean, for it consisted only of a few undignify'd divines, dress'd in rufty wigs, and tatter'd crape; but how badly foever they appears to be habited, the resolution each person express’d plainly intimated, that they wanted neither the heart nor the head to support the cause they had so bravely undertaken. On a sudden with extended arms DevOTION held out on high The Book of Common Prayer ; the covers of it were adamant, on which in indelible characters were stamp'd the illustrious names of Edward the fixth, Queen Elizabeth, Archbishop Laud, King Charles the Martyr, and the noble Septemvirate of tower'd Prelates; the leaves were of ivory, the letters were of gold. On beholding this glorious sight, the whole assembly were ftruck with a religious awe: but after some minutes, nothing could be heard but the loudest shouts of applause. The partizans of the Free and Candid Disquisitions were driven to despair, whilst ALTERATION, when the shouting ceased, endeavour'd to speak, but whatever she utter'd appear'd to be nothing but Cant. At length the lady on the bench plac'd Devotion on a stool next to ORTHODOXY. Her retinue were order'd to follow her, when to my most agreeable surprize I faw each venerable divine rob’d with lawn. After they were all feated in order, ORTHODOXY stood up to read a decree, but at that instant the college bell rung for prayers : the sound of it awaken'd me: I arose from my bed, went to the chapel, and address'd my creator in a Form of Prayer, one tittle of which not the utmost machinations of the deceitful, nay not even the powers of darkness will ever be able to alter.



Oxford, Sept. 22. 1750.


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ANY wise philosophers have learnedly spinned out ,

their voluminous tracts in pathetically complaining of the curtailed brevity of human life; and have elegantly illustrated its misery by many just fimilitudes. Some of them have compared it to a shadow, others to a dream, and others again to a mist on the mountain top. But none of them all have so emphatically display'd its transitory state as the learned and ingenious author of the following distich


Let us take a small view of the beauty of the whole simile. And first here is a doubling or iteration of the oh and man. Oh man ! oh man! a fort of reverberation (fi ita loqui liceat) very expressive in ejaculation, exclamation, lamentation, &c. borrowed from the most celebrated authors of all languages.--The Greeks have their dev, Dev ;--the Latins have hei and væ; and we often cry out alas ! alas ! exactly parallel to oh! oh ; and the Arabians, Chaldeans, Syrians, and Chinese have their tt BR IZ 12.

But to go on, in the next place we have life and like, two L's together, which make a most beantiful alliter


ation, a figure in rhetoric the most engaging, and which wonderfully promotes the pathos.

-The last line, A Candle, &c. is inconceivably elegant, which it would bë throwing away time, words, and ink, to take notice of,—-only we'll just remark the poetick licence splendidly refulgent in the last word CANDLE-STEICK; how happily has the author fegregated the letters in the last syllable, by the figure diærefisSteick for stick, harmonious turn ineffable! So OviD evoluisse for which HOMER, the prince of poets, is so deservedly celebrated by the critics in the first verse of the Iliad Iraniagow Agesanos — Him no doubt our author had in his eye.--Upon the whole, there is an extraordinary neatness in the fimile.We have an idea of the clean mould candle in a filver candle-stick, gently wasting away its tallowy substance; and mildly decaying its wooly wick; this the other fimilitudes above-cited fall far short of, therefore we conclude that ours exceeds them all, and shines and glitters amongst them velut inter igres

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In imitation of HORACE, Book ii. Epift. 19.

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IS said, dear fir, no poets please the town,

Who drink mere water, tho' from Helicon :
For in cold blood they seldom boldly think;
Their rhymes are more insipid than their drink.
Not great APOLLO could the train inspire,
'Till generous Bacchus help'd to fan the fire.
Warm'd by two Gods at once, they drink and write,
Rhyme all the day, and fuddle all the night.
Homer, says HORACE, nods in many a place,
But hints, he nodded oftner o'er the glass.
Inspir'd with wine old Ennius sung and thought
With the same spirit, that his heroes fought:
And we from Johnson's tavern-laws divine,
That bard was no great enemy to wine.
'Twas from the bottle KING deriv'd his wit,
Drank till he could not talk, and then he writ.
Let no coif'd ferjeant touch the sacred juice,
But leave it to the bards for better use :
Let the grave judges too the glass forbear,
Who never sing and dance but once a year,
This truth once known, our poets take the hint,
Get drunk or mad, and then get into print :
To raise their flames indulge the mellow fit,
And lose their senses in the search of wit :
And when with claret fir'd they take the pen,
Swear they can write, because they drink, like Ben.
Such mimick Swift or PRIOR to their cost,
For in the rafh attempt the fools are loft.
When once a genius breaks thro' common rules,
He leads an herd of imitating fools.
Numb. I. Vol. II,


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