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and a “coward” wittingly, as well as lovingly.

Lakers in “ Kendal Green,” and our Bucolical In my former letter I have remarked upon the Cockneys, crying out (the latter in a wilderness editor's forgetfulness of Pope's benevolence. of bricks and mortar) about “ Nature” and But where he mentions his faults it is “ with Pope's “artificial in-door habits ?" Pope had sorrow" — his tears drop, but they do not blot seen all of nature that England alone can supthem out.

The “recording angel " differs from ply. He was bred in Windsor Forest, and the recording clergyman. A fulsome editor is amidst the beautiful scenery of Eton; he lived pardonable though tiresome, like a panegyrical familiarly and frequently at the country seats of son whose pious sincerity would demi-deify his Bathurst, Cobham, Burlington, Peterborough, father. But a detracting editor is a parricide. Digby, and Bolingbroke; amongst whose seats He sins against the nature of his office, and con- was to be numbered Stowe. He made his own nection - he murders the life to come of his little “five acres" a model to princes, and to the victim. If his author is not worthy to be men

first of our artists who imitated nature. Warton tioned, do not edit at all: if he be, edit honestly, thinks “ that the most engaging of Kent's works and even flatteringly. The reader will forgive was also planned on the model of Pope's — at the weakness in favour of mortality, and correct least in the opening and retiring shades of Ve. your adulation with a smile. But to sit down nus's Vale." “mingere in patrios cineres," as Mr. Bowles has It is true that Pope was infirm and deformed; done, merits a reprobation so strong, that I am but he could walk, and he could ride (he rode as incapable of expressing as of ceasing to feel it. to Oxford from London at

stretch), and be was famous for an exquisite eye.

On a tree at Further Addenda.

Lord Bathurst's is carved “Here Pope sang,"

he composed beneath it. Bolingbroke, in It is worthy of remark that, after all this out.

one of his letters, represents them both writing cry about “in-door nature” and “ artificial in the bay-field. No poet ever admired Nature images,” Pope was the principal inventor of that

more, or used her better, than Pope has done, boast of the English, Modern Gardening. He as I will undertake to prove from his works, divides this honour with Milton. Hear Warton: prose and verse, if not anticipated in so easy and -“ It hence appears that this enchanting art of agreeable a labour. I remember a passage in modern gardening, in which this kingdom claims Walpole, somewhere, of a gentleman who wished a preference over every nation in Europe, chiefly to give directions about some willows to a man owes its origin and its improvements to two who had long served Pope in his grounds: "I great poets, Milton and Pope.

understand, sir," he replied, “you would have Walpole (no friend to Pope) asserts that Pope them hang down, sir, somewhat poetical." Now, formed Kent's taste, and that Kent was the ar- if nothing existed but this little anecdote, it tist to whom the English are chiefly indebted would suffice to prove Pope's taste for Natate, for diffusing “a taste in laying out grounds." and the impression which he had made on a The design of the Prince of Wales's garden was common-minded man. But I have already copied from Pope's at Twickenham. Warton quoted Warton and Walpole (both his enemies)

, applauds “ his singular effort of art and taste, in and, were it necessary, I could amply quote Pope impressing so much variety and scenery on a himself for such tributes to Nature ? as no pot spot of five acres.” Pope was the first who ri- of the present day has even approached. diculed the “ formal, French, Dutch, false and His various excellence is really wonderful : unnatural taste in gardening," both in prose and architecture, painting, gardening, 'all are alike verse. (See, for the former, “ The Guardian.") 1 subject to his genius. Be it remembered that

“ Pope has given not only some of our first English gardening is the purposed perfectioning but best rules and observations on Architecture of niggard Nature, and that without it England and Gardening.(See Warton's Essay, vol. ii. is but a hedge-and-ditch, double-post-and-rail, p. 237, &c. &c.)

Hounslow Heath and Clapham Common sort Now, is it not a shame, after this, to hear our of country, since the principal forests have been

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[No. 173., on laying out Gardens. This paper, which " A quickset hog, shot up into a porcupine by its belig abounds with wit as well as taste, ends with a ridiculous forgot a week in rainy weather. catalogue of various figures cut in evergreen.

Here " A lavender pig with sage growing in the belly," &c. follow a few of the items

&c.] “ Adam and Eve in yew : Adam a little shattered by " [" To build, to plant, whatever you intend, the fall of the tree of knowledge in the great storm: Eve To rear the column, or the arch to bend, and the Serpent very flourishing.

To swell the terras, or to sink the grot, “ The tower of Babel, not yet finished.

In all let NATURE never be forgot. " Edward the Black Prince in cypress.

But treat the Goddess like a modest fair, "A laurestine bear in blossom, with a juniper hunter Nor over-dress, nor leave her wholly bare ; in berry.

Let not each beauty every where be spy'd, “ An old maid of honour in wormwood.

Where half the skill is decently to hide. “A topping Ben Jonson in laurel.

He gains all points who pleasingly confounds, Divers eminent modern poets in bags, somewhat

Surprises, varies, and conceals the bounds," blighted, to be disposed of a penny-worth.

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felled. It is, in general, far from a picturesque ther there are writers who could have written
country. The case is different with Scotland, “Rimini,” as it might have been written, I know
Wales, and Ireland; and I except also the lake not; but Mr. Hunt is, probably, the only poet
counties and Derbyshire, together with Eton, who could have had the heart to spoil his own
Windsor, and my own dear Harrow on the Hill, Capo d'Opera.
and some spots near the coast.

In the present

With the rest of his young people I have no rank fertility of “ * great poets of the age,” and acquaintance, except through some things of “ schools of poetry" - a word which, like theirs (which have been sent out without my “ schools of eloquence" and of "philosophy,” is desire), and I confess that till I had read them never introduced till the decay of the art has I was not aware of the full extent of human increased with the number of its professors – absurdity. Like Garrick's “ Ode to Shakin the present day, then, there have sprung up speare," they defy criticism." These are of the two sorts of Naturals; - the Lakers', who whine personages who decry Pope. One of them, a about Nature because they live in Cumberland ; Mr. John Ketch, has written some lines against and their under-sect (which some one has ma- him, of which it were better to be the subject liciously called the “ Cockney School”), who than the author. Mr. Hunt redeems himself are enthusiastical for the country because they by occasional beauties; but the rest of these live in London. It is to be observed, that the poor creatures seem so far gone that I would rustical founders are rather anxious to disclaim not“ march through Coventry with them, that's any connexion with their metropolitan followers, flat !” were I in Mr. Hunt's place. To be sure, whom they ungraciously review, and call cock- he has “ led his ragamuffins where they will be neys atheists, foolish fellows, bad writers, and well peppered;" but a system-maker must reother hard names not less ungrateful than un- ceive all sorts of proselytes. When they have just. I can understand the pretensions of the really seen life - when they have felt it - when aquatic gentlemen of Windermere to what Mr. they have travelled beyond the far distant bounBraham terms "entusumusy,” for lakes, and daries of the wilds of Middlesex

when they mountains, and daffodils, and buttercups; but I have overpassed the Alps of Highgate, and should be glad to be apprised of the foundation traced to its sources the Nile of the New River of the London propensities of their imitative - then, and not till then, can it properly be brethren to the same“ high argument.” Southey, permitted to them to despise Pope; who had, if Wordsworth, and Coleridge have rambled over not in Wales, been near it, when he described so half Europe, and seen Nature in most of her va- beautifully the “artificialworks of the Benerieties (although I think that they have occa- factor of Nature and mankind, the “ Man of sionally not used her very well); but what on Ross 2; ” whose picture, still suspended in the earth — of earth, and sea, and Nature — have parlour of the inn, I have so often contemplated the others seen? Not a half, nor a tenth part

with reverence for his memory, and admiration so much as Pope. While they sneer at his of the poet, without whom even his own still exWindsor Forest, have they ever seen any thing isting good works could hardly have preserved of Windsor except its brick

his honest renown. The most rural of these gentlemen is my friend I would also observe to my friend Hunt, that Leigh Hunt, who lives at Hampstead. I be- I shall be very glad to see him at Ravenna, not lieve that I need not disclaim any personal or only for my sincere pleasure in his company, poetical hostility against that gentleman. A and the advantage which a thousand miles or so more amiable man in society I know not; nor of travel might produce to a “natural poet, (when he will allow his sense to prevail over his but also to point out one or two little things in sectarian principles) a better writer. When he Rimini,” which he probably would not have was writing his “ Rimini,” I was not the last to placed in his opening to that poem, if he had discover its beauties, long before it was pub- ever seen Ravenna ; unless, indeed, it made lished. Even then I remonstrated against its part of his system !!" I must also crave his vulgarisms; which are the more extraordinary, indulgence for having spoken of his disciples -because the author is any thing but a vulgar by no means an agreeable or self-sought subject.

Mr. Hunt's answer was, that he wrote If they had said nothing of Pope, they might them upon principle; they made part of his have remained “alone with their glory” for

system ! !” I then said no more. When a aught I should have said or thought about them man talks of his system, it is like a woman's or their nonsense. But if they interfere with talking of her virtue. I let them talk on. Whe- the “little Nightingale ” of Twickenham, they

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" ["Write but like Wordsworth, live beside a Lake,

And keep your bushy locks a year from Blake;
Then print your book, once more return to town,
And boys shall hunt your bardship up and down.'

English Bards, &c.]

Not to the skies in useless columns tost,
Or in proud falls magnificently lost,
But clear and artless, pouring through the plain
Health to the sick, and solace to the swain.
Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ?
Whose seats the weary traveller repose ?
Who taught that heav'n-directed spire to rise ?
* The man of Ross!' each lisping babe replies."

Epistle iil.]

? ("Who hung with woods yon mountain's sultry brow?

From the dry rock who bade the waters flow?

!

may find others who will bear it - I won't.

In the present case, I speak of writing, not of Neither time, nor distance, nor grief, nor age, persons. of the latter I know nothing; of the can ever diminish my veneration for him, who former, I judge as it is found. Of my friend is the great moral poet of all times, of all climes, Hunt, I have already said, that he is any thing ! of all feelings, and of all stages of existence. but vulgar in his manners; and of his disciples The delight of my boyhood, the study of my man- therefore, I will not judge of their manners from hood, perhaps (if allowed to me to attain it), he their verses. They may be honourable and çermay be the consolation of my age. His poetry tlemanly men, for what I know; but the latter is the Book of Life. Without canting, and yet quality is studiously excluded from their publiwithout neglecting religion, he has assembled all cations. They remind me of Mr. Smith and that a good and great man can gather together the Miss Broughtons at the Hampstead Assembly, of moral wisdom clothed in consummate beauty. in “ Evelina.” In these things (in private life, Sir William Temple observes, “that of all the at least,) I pretend to some small experience ; members of mankind that live within the com- because, in the course of my youth, I have seen pass of a thousand years, for one man that is a little of all sorts of society, from the Christian born capable of making a great poet, there may prince and the Mussulman sultan and pacha, and be a thousand born capable of making as great the higher ranks of their countries, down to the generals and ministers of state as any in story.” London boxer, the “flash and the swell," the Here is a statesman's opinion of poetry: it is Spanish muleteer, the wandering Turkish derrise, honourable to him, and to the art.

Such a the Scotch highlander, and the Albanian robber; “ poet of a thousand years” was Pope. A thou

—to say nothing of the curious varieties of Italian sand years will roll away before such another social life. Far be it from me to presume that can be hoped for in our literature. But it can there ever was, or can be, such a thing as an want them he himself is a literature. 1

aristocracy of poets ; but there is a nobility of One word upon his so brutally abused trans

thought and of style, open to all stations, and lation of Homer. “ Dr. Clarke, whose critical derived partly from talent, and partly froin exactness is well known, has not been able to education, which is to be found in Shakpoint out above three or four mistakes in the sense speare, and Pope, and Burns, no less than in through the whole Iliad. The real faults of Dante and Alfieri, but which is nowhere to be ! the translation are of a different kind." So says perceived in the mock birds and bards of Mr. Warton, himself a scholar. It appears by this, Hunt's little chorus. If I were asked to desse then, that he avoided the chief fault of a trans- what this gentlemanliness is, I should say that lator. As to its other faults, they consist in his it is only to be defined by examples — of those having made a beautiful English poem of a who have it, and those who have it not. In kafe. sublime Greek one. It will always hold. Cow- I should say that most military men bare it, and per and all the rest of the blank pretenders may few naval ; - that several men of rank hare it, do their best and their worst : they will never and few lawyers ; that it is more frequent wrench Pope from the hands of a single reader among authors than divines (when they are not of sense and feeling.

pedants); that fencing-masters have more of it The grand distinction of the vulgar forms of than dancing-masters, and singers than players; the new school of poets is their vulgarity. By and that (if it be not an Irishism to say so) it is this I do not mean that they are coarse, but far more generally diffused among women than “shabby-genteel,” as it is termed.

A man may among men. In poetry, as well as writing in be coarse and yet not vulgar, and the reverse. general, it will never make entirely a poet or a Burns is often coarse, but never vulgar. Chat

poem ; but neither poet nor poem will ever be terton is never vulgar, nor Wordsworth, nor the good for any thing without it. It is the sad of higher of the Lake school, though they treat of society, and the seasoning of composition. low life in all its branches. It is in their finery garity is far worse than downright blackguardis; that the new under school are most vulgar, and for the latter comprehends wit, humour, and they may be known by this at once; as what we strong sense at times; while the former is a called at Harrow “a Sunday blood” might be sad abortive attempt at all things, “ signifying easily distinguished from a gentleman, although nothing." It does not depend upon low themes his clothes might be the better cut, and his boots or even low language, for Fielding revels in the best blackened, of the two: - - probably be both; — but is he ever vulgar? No. cause he made the one, or cleaned the other, the man of education, the gentleman, and the with his own hands.

scholar, sporting with his subject, — its master,

You see

![

O memorable long,
If there be force in virtue or in song!
O injured Bard ! accept the grateful strain
That I, the humblest of the tuneful train,
With glowing heart, yet trembling hand repay,
For many a pensive, many a sprightly lay!
So may thy varied verse, from age to age,
Inform the simple, and delight the sage!

While canker'd Weston, and his loathsome rhyme
Stink in the pose of all succeeding times."

GIFFORD, Beriss)

1 * A scribbler who, for a series of years, bad besa attacking the moral character of Pope, in the Gentle : man's Magazine, " with all the virulence of Gildon, all the impudence of Smedley, and all the ignorance of Curl and his associates."

not its slave. Your vulgar writer is always most vulgar the higher his subject, as the man who showed the menagerie at Pidcock's was wont to say, This, gentlemen, is the eagle of the sun, from Archangel, in Russia; the otterer it is the igherer he flies.” But to the proofs. It is a thing to be felt more than explained. Let any man take up a volume of Mr. Hunt's subordinate writers, read (if possible) a couple of pages, and pronounce for himself, if they contain not the kind of writing which may be likened to “shabby-genteel” in actual life. When he has done this, let him take up Pope; and when he has laid him down, take up the cockney again — if he can.

son once said, “If you called a dog Hervey(1), I should love him ;" so if you were to call a female of the same species

Mary,” I should love it better than others (biped or quadruped) of the same sex with a different appellation. She was an extraordinary woman : she could translate Epictetus, and yet write a song worthy of Aristippus. The lines, “ And when the long hours of the public are past,

And we meet, with champaigne and a chicken, at last,
May every fond pleasure that moment endear!
Be banish'd afar both discretion and fear!
Forgetting or scorning the airs of the crowd,
He may cease to be formal, and I to be proud.

Till," &c. &c. There, Mr. Bowles ! - what say you to such a supper with such a woman ? and her own description too? Is not her “champaigne and chicken" worth a forest or two? Is it not poetry ? It appears to me that this stanza contains the "purée" of the whole philosophy of Epicurus :- I mean the practical philosophy of his school, not the precepts of the master ; for I have been too long at the university not to know that the phi. losopher was himself a moderate man. But, after all, would not some of us have been as great fools as Pope ? For my part, I wonder that, with his quick feelings, her coquetry, and his disappointment, he did no more, instead of writing some lines, which are to be condemned if false, and regretted if true.

Note to the passage in page 396. relative to Pope's lines upon Lady Mary W. Montague.] I think that I could show, if necessary, that Lady Mary W. Montague was also greatly to blame in that quarrel, not for having rejected, but for having encouraged him: but I would rather decline the task - though she should have remembered ber own line, " He comes too near that comes to be denied." I admire her so much - her beauty, her talents — that I should do this reluctantly. I, besides, am so attached to the very name of Mary, that, as Jolin

"[The Hon. Henry Hervey, third son of the first Earl of Bristol, from whom Johnson, in the early part of his London life, received great kiudne. s.]

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