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bad authors would be much better consulted than that of all the good ones in the world ; and not one of an hundred had ever been called by his right name.

They mistake the whole matter : it is not charity to encourage them in the way they follow, but to get them out of it ; for men are not bunglers because they are poor, but they are poor because they are bunglers.

Is it not pleasant enough to hear our authors crying out on the one hand, as if their persons and characters were too sacred for satire ; and the public objecting, on the other, that they are too mean even for ridicule? But whether bread or fame be their end, it must be allowed, our author, by and in this poem, has mercifully given them a little of both.

There are two or three who, by their rank and fortune, have no benefit from the former objections, supposing them good, and these I was sorry to see in such company : but if, without any provocation, two or three gentlemen will fall upon one, in an affair wherein his interest and reputation are equally embarked, they cannot, certainly, after they have been content to print themselves his enemies, complain of being put into the number of them.

Others, I am told, pretend to have been once his friends. Surely they are their enemies wbo say so, since nothing can be more odious than to treat a friend as they have done. But of this I cannot: persuade myself, when I consider the constant and eternal aversion of all bad writers to a good one.


Such as claim a merit from being his admirers, I wonld gladly ask, if it lays him under a personal obligation? At that rate, he would be the most obliged humble servant in the world. I dare swear for these in particular, he never desired them to be his admirers, nor promised in return to be theirs : that had truly been a sign he was of their acquaintance; but would not the malicious world have suspected such an approbation of some motive worse than ignorance, in the author of the Essay on Criticism? Be it as it will, the reasons of their admiration and of his contempt are equally subsisting, for bis works and theirs are the very same that they were.

One, therefore, of their assertions I believe may be true, 'that he has a contempt for their writings :' and there is another which would probably be sooner allowed by himself than by any good judge beside, that his own have found too much success with the public. But as it cannot consist with his modesty to claim this as a justice, it lies not on him, but entirely on the public, to defend its own judgment.

There remains what, in my opinion, might seem a better plea for these people than any they have made use of:- If obscurity or poverty were to exempt a man from satire, much more should folly or dulness, which are still more involuntary; nay, as much so as personal deformity. But even this will not help them: deformity becomes an object of ridicule when a man sets up for being handsome; and so must dulness, when he sets up for a wit. They are not ridiculed because ridicule in itself is, or ought to be, a pleasure; but because it is just to undeceive and vindicate the honest and uppretending part of mankind from imposition; because particular interest ought to yield to general, and a great number, who are not natorally fools, ought never to be made so, in complaisance to those who are. Accordingly, we find that in all ages all vain pretenders, were they ever so poor, or ever so dull, have been constantly the topics of the most candid satirists, from the Codrus of Juvenal to the Damnon of Boileau.

Having mentioned Boileau, the greatest poet and most judicious critic of his age and country ; admirable for his talents, and yet perhaps more admirable for his judgment in the proper application of them; I cannot help remarking the resemblance betwixt him and our author, in qualities, fame, and fortune ; in the distinctions shown them by their superiors, in the general esteem of their equals, and in their extended repotation amongst foreigners ; in the latter of which ours has met with the better fate, as he has had for his translators persons of the most eminent rank and abilities in their respective nations. But the resemblance holds in nothing more than in their being equally abused by the ignorant pretenders to poetry of their times; of which not the least

? Essay on Criticism, in French verse, by General Hamilton ; the same, in verse also, by Monsieur Roboton, counsellor and privy secretary to King George I. after by the Abbe Du Resnel, in verse, with notes. Rape of the Lock, in French, by the Princess of Conti, Paris, 1728 ; and in Italiau verse by the Abbe Conti, a noble Venetian; and by the Marquis Rangoni, envoy extraordinary from Modena to King George II. Others of his works by Salvini of Florence, &c. His Essays and Dissertations on Homer, several times translated into French. Essay on Man, by the Abbe Du Resnel, in verse : by Monsieur Silhouette, in prose, 1737 ; and since by others in French, Italian, and Latin. "

memory will remain but in their own writings, and in the notes made upon them. What Boileau has done in almost all his poems, our author has only in this. I dare answer for him, he will do it in no more; and on this principle, of attacking few but who had slandered him, he could not have done it at all, had he been confined from censuring obscure and worthless persons; for scarce any other were bis enemies. However, as the parity is so remarkable, I hope it will continue to the Jast; and if ever he should give us an edition of this poem himself, I may see some of them treated as gently, on their repentance or better merit, as Perrault and Quinault were at last by Boileau..

In one point I must be allowed to think the character of our English poet the more amiable : he has not been a follower of fortune or success; bę has lived with the great without flattery; been a friend to men in power without pensions, from whom, as he asked, so he received, no favour, but what was done him in his friends. As his satires were the more just for being delayed, so were his panegyrics ; bestowed only on such persons as he had familiarly known, only for such virtues as he had long observed in them, and only at such times as others cease to praise, if not begin to calumniate them-I mean when out of power, or out of fashion? A satire, therefore, on writers 80 notorious for the contrary practice, became po man so well as himself; as none, it is plain, was so little in their friendships, or so much in that of those whom they had most abused ; namely, the greatest and best of all parties. Let me add a further reason, that, thongh engaged in their friendships, he never espoused their animosities; and can almost singly challenge this honour, not to have written a line of any man'which, through guilt, through sbame, or through fear, through variety of fortune, or change of interests, he was ever' unwilling to own.

3 As Mr. Wycherley, at the time the town declaimed against his book of poems; Mr. Walsh, after his death ; Sir William Trumbal, when he had resigned the office of secretary of state; Lord Bolingbroke, at his leaving England, after the Queen's death; Lord Oxford, in his last decline of life: Mr. Secretary Craggs, at the end of the South sea year, and after his death : others only in Epitaphs.

I shall conclude with remarking, what a pleasure it must be to every reader of humanity to see all along that our author, in his very langhter, is not indulging his own ill-nature, but only punishiing that of others. As to his poem, those alone are capable of doing it justice who, to use the words of a great writer, know how hard it is (with regard both to his subject and his manner) vetustis dare novitatem, obsoletis nitorém, obscuris húcem, fastiditis gratiam. I am

Your most humble servant, St. James's,

WILLIAM CLELAND, Dec, 22, 1728.

4 This gentleman was of Scotland, and bred at the university of Utrecht with the Earl of Mar. He served in Spain under Earl Rivers. After the peace, he was made one of the commissioners of the customs in Scotland, and then of taxes in England; in wbich having shown bimself for twenty years diligent, punctual, and incorruptible, (though without any other assistance of fortune) he was suddenly displaced by the minister, in the sixty-eighth year of bis age, and died two months after, iu 1741. He was a person of universal learning, and an enlarged conversation ; no man had a warmer heart for his friend, or a sincerer attachmeut to the

onstitution of his country; and yet, for all this, the public would never believe him to be the author of this Letter.

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