however, without some regret, behold those talents so capable of giving pleasure to all, exerted on efforts that, at best, can amuse only the few; we cannot behold this rising poet seeking fame among the learned, without hinting to him the same advice that Isocrates used to give his scholars, study the people." Vol. xvii. p. 239. The two burlesque odes were reviewed in the same journal at great length, and with due praise, for they are excellent of their kind,—but on the kind itself, there are these just remarks:-"This way of reciting and wresting the verses of truly respectable writers, is at best but a kind of literary mimickry; the success of which considerably depends on the copy's being exaggerated beyond the original, by an injurious resemblance, sometimes termed outré by the French; while it attempts to interest us also, from that excess of self-love, which too generally disposes a man to depreciate the excellence of another in any art or faculty, to which he forms pretensions himself. Nevertheless not to urge these suggestions beyond what the present occasion will strictly bear, we do not suppose our ingenious bard was actuated by sheer acrimony, or an arugo mera, as Horace strongly expresses it, against his eminent poetical brethren here; but we rather conjecture, that an ardent sprightly imagination, joined to some consciousness of his own faculties and attainments, has excited him to the present lusus ingenii, cum tantillo invidiæ. In this view it will appear tolerably venial, if we consider how far juvenile emulation may operate, and recollect, as some writer pleasantly expresses it, that wits are game cocks to one another.' "We are conscious of having allowed more room to this article, than we generally do to those on such short performances and chiefly, because the contention of rival wits and poets has often something so entertaining, as to engage the attention of the literary, the poetical, and elegant, who, we suppose, constitute a great proportion of our readers. But we shall conclude with hinting to our mettlesome ode-writer, upon the whole, that the most pardonable, the most creditable way of lowering his overtowering brethren, is to excel them. And whenever he has attained this glorious, because difficult, supereminence, let him watch his own demeanour so assiduously, as to give no occasion to the genus irritabile, the poetical hornets, to object that very pride and superciliousness to him, which he has ridiculed, and, we hope, intended to reform, in others."Vol. xxiii. p. 57-63. July, 1760. Foote's Personalities, p. 47.—The last editor of Churchill's poems (in 1804) has offered a most insufficient apology for this part of Foote's conduct. "His exposing living characters on the stage," says this gentleman, "has been much censured; but we cannot help thinking, that authors of this kind are in some respects more useful to the age in which they live, than those who only range abroad into the various scenes of life for general character." As if this were any excuse for holding up the harmless weaknesses or peculiarities of a private individual to public ridicule ! Excesses which Churchill braved in the strength of a robust frame, p. 63. 'For me let Galen moulder on the shelf; I'll live, and be physician to myself. Whilst soul is joined to body, whether fate Allot a longer or a shorter date, I'll make them live as brother should with brother, "The surest road to health, say what they will, Most of those evils we poor mortals know, "If Rupert after ten is out of bed, The fool, next morning, can't hold up his head. Lloyd alludes to this passage in some lines which seem to imply that he could not follow his friend's course with impunity. 66 Wits live a life of imitation, If Churchill, following Nature's call, Epistle to a Friend who sent the Author a Hamper of Wine. St. James's Mag. Oct. 1763. Poor Lloyd, by his own confession, played the rake with a heavy heart. No man knew better than Churchill that the art of poetry requires no ordinary pains, p. 64. How much mistaken are the men who think Beside whose streams the Muses love to dwell! May play untaught, whilst, without art or force, Little do such men know the toil, the pains, To know the times when humour on the cheek Of mirth may hold her sports; when wit should speak, Of ornament, and how to place the flowers, A full and perfect piece; to make coy rhyme Gotham, b. ii. v. 1-22. The St. James's Magazine, p. 65.-Lloyd's declaration of what his Magazine was not to contain, shows what were the usual attractions of such publications at that time. No pictures taken from the life, And curve and incidental line Fall out, fall in, and cross each other, Just like a sister and a brother. Ye tiny poets, tiny wits, Who frisk about on tiny tits, Who words disjoin, and sweetly sing, Charles Denis, p. 66.-The Monthly Review (April, 1754), noticing Denis's Select Fables in Verse, says, "In regard to his versification, it is not unaptly characterized by what Mr. Congreve observed of the Pindariques of his time; as being a bundle of rambling incoherent thoughts, expressed in a like parcel of irregular stanzas, which also consist of such another complication of disproportioned, uncertain, and perplexed verses and rhymes.' Congreve's just description could not have been more unaptly applied. The reviewers have entirely overlooked the subject-matter of the poems. and the key in which the metre was pitched. Lloyd thus characterizes Denis more fairly, though too favourably. And copies too, if done with ease. FRIEND. Denis's you mean. Authors, as Dryden's maxim runs, And Churchill, got on all the Nine, St. James's Mag. vol. i. p. 380. A Poem in the St. James's Magazine, probably by Cowper, p. 67. AN ODE. SECUNDUM ARTEM. 1. Shall I begin with Ah, or Oh! Be sad? Oh! yes. Be glad? Ah! no. Her own mechanic sober air: Ah me! ill suits, alas! the sprightly jig, Let thought turn exile, while the vacant mind Court the quaint muse, and con her lessons o'er, Stretch, cramp, or lop the verse's limb, 2. Oh, Fancy, bright aërial maid! Where have thy vagrant footsteps stray'd? Whose lady Muse full wantonly is dress'd |