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creatures cannot. In the mean time let him consider whether he deserved not a more severe reprehension, than I gave him formerly, for using so little respect to the memory of those, whom he pretended to answer; and at his leisure, look out for some original treatise of humility, written by any Protestant in English ; I believe I may say in any other tongue: for the magnified piece of Duncomb on that subject, which either he must mean, or none, and with which another of his fellows has upbraided me, was translated from the Spanish of Rodriguez; tho' with the omission of the seventeenth, the twentyfourth, the twenty-fifth, and the last chapter, which will be found in comparing of the books.

He would have insinuated to the world, that her late highness died not a Roman Catholick. He declares himself to be now satisfied to the contrary, in which he has given up the cause: for matter of fact was the principal debate betwixt us. In the mean time, he would dispute the motives of her change; how preposterously, let all men judge, when he seemed to deny the subject of the controversy, the change itself. And because I would not take up this ridiculous challenge, he tells


the world I cannot argue: but he may as well infer, that a Catholic cannot fast, because he will not take up the cudgels against Mrs. James, to confute the Protestant religion.

I have but orie word more to say concerning the poem as such, and abstracting from the matters, either religious or civil, which are handled in it. The first part, consisting most in general characters and narration, I have endeavoured to raise, and give it the majestic turn of heroic poesy. The second being matter of difpute, and chiefly concerning church authority, I was obliged to make as plain and perspicuous as possibly I could; yet not wholly neglecting the numbers, tho' I had not frequent occasions 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 de. sign; so that they are properly parts of it, tho' 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: at which I hope no reader of either party will be scandalized, because they are not of my invention, but as old, to my knowledge, as the times of Boccace and Chaucer on the one side, and as those of the Reformation on the other.



HIND and the PANTHERr.


Milk-white Hind, immortal and unchang'd,
Fed on the lawns, and in the forest rang’d;

Without unspotted, innocent within,
She fear'd no danger, for she knew no fin.


1 This piece is a defence of the roman catholic church, by way of dialogue between a hind, who represents the church of Rome, and a panther, who fustains the character of the church of England. These two beats very learnedly debate the principal points controverted between the two churches, as tranfubitantiation, infallibility, churchauthority, &c. This poem was immediately attaeked by the wits; particularly by Montague, afterwards earl Halifax, and Prior, who rage

Yet had the oft been chas'd with horns and hounds,
And Scythian fhafts; and many winged wounds
Aim'd at her heart; was often forced to fly,
And doom'd to death tho' fated not to die.

Not so her young; for their unequal line
Was hero's make, half human, half divine.
Their earthly mold obnoxious was to fate,
Th’immortal part assum'd immortal state.
Of these a flaughter'd army lay in blood,
Extended 2 o'er the Caledonian wood,
Their native walk; whose vocal blood atose;
And cry'd for pardon on their perjur'd foes.
Their fate was fruitful, and the fanguine seed,
Endu'd with fouls, increas'd the sacred breed.
So captive Ifrael multiply'd in chains,
A numerous exile, and enjoy'd her pains.
With grief and gladness mix'd, the mother view'd
Her martyr'd offspring, and their race renew'd;
Their corps to perish, but their kind to laft,
So much the deathless plant the dying fruit furpass’d.

Panting and pensive now she rang'd alone,
And wander'd in the kingdoms, once her own.
The common hunt, tho’ from their

By fovereign power her company disdain’d;
Grin'd as they pass'd, and with a glaring eye
Gave gloomy signs of secret enmity.
> Tis true, the bounded by, and trip'd so light,
They had not time to take a steady fight.
For truth has such a face and such a mien,
As to be lov'd needs only to be seen.

joined in writing. “ The hind and panther parodied in the story of the country mouse and the city mouse."

But not withstanding the severity of these censures, and the just exceptions which may be taken to the plan of this poem, it abounds with poetical beauties, and, in that respect, is not unworthy of Mr. Dryden.

2 The ravages and disorders committed by the Scotch covenanters pave occafion to these lines,

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