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hile his black self, Florinda ever near,
How rise from filth the violet and rose! Sbows like a diamond in an Ethiop's ear." From emptiness how softest music flows ! When Pallas—thus—“ Cease-ye immortals How absence to possession adds a grace, cease,
And modest vacancy to all gives place? Nor rob serene stupidity of peace
Contrasted when fair Nature's works we spy, Should Jove himself in calculation mad
More they allure the mind and more they charm Still negatives to blank negations add, How could the barren cyphers ever breed, So from Hillario some effect may spring, But nothing still from nothing would proceed ? E'en him—that slight penumbra of a thing." Raise or depress—or magnify-or blame, Morpheus at length in the debate awoke, Inanity will ever be the same.”
And drowsily a few dull words he spoke“Not so (says Phoebus) “my celestial friend, Declar'd Hillario was the friend of ease, E'en blank privation has its use and end- And had a soporific pow'r to please, How sweetly shadows recommend the light, Once more Hillario he pronounc'd with pain, And darkness renders my own beams more But at the very sound was lulld to sleep again,
Diamond in an Æthiop's ear,] There is neither Music flows,]“Persons of most gevius," says the morality, nor integrity, nor unity, nor universa- Inspector, Friday Jan. 26, Number 587, « have lity in this poem. The author of it is a Smart; I in general been the fondest of music; sir Isaac bope to see a Smartead published; I had my Newton was remarkable for his affection for harpocket picked the other day, as I was going mony; he was scarce ever missed at the beginthrough Paul's Church-yard, and I firmly believe ning of any performance, but was seldom seen at it was this little author, as the man who can pun,
the end of it.” And indeed of this opinion is M. will also pick a pocket.
Macularius; and he further adds, that if sir John DENNIS, Junior. Isaac was still living, it is probable he would be at Inanity will ever be, &c.] Our author does not per's, but that he would not be at the end of it,
the beginning of the Inspector's next song at Cuhere mean to list himself among the disputants concerning pure space, but the doctrine he would may be proved to a mathematical demonstration, advance, is, that nothing can come from nothing. ing time to them himself, and though he so fre
though Hillario takes so much pleasure in beatIn so unbelieving an age as this, it is possible this tenet may not be received, but if the reader has quently exclaims, very fine !fine !-rastly
fine!-Since the lucubration of Friday Jan. 26th a mind to see it handled at large, he may find it in Rumgurtius, vol. 16, pagina 1001. De hac here that his Inspectorship has the most notable
has been mentioned, we think proper to observe re multum et turpiter hallucinantur scriptores talent at a motto-Quinbus Flestrin saith,
“he tam exteri quam domestici. Spatium enim absolutum et relativum debent distingui, prius- take a specimen along with you. How aptly upon
is a tartar for that,” and of this, learned reader, quam distincta esse possunt ; neque ulla alia re
the subject of music does he bid his readers gula ad normam rei metaphysicæ quadrabit,quam triplex consideratio de substantia inanitatis, sive pluck grapes from the loaded vine! entitate nihili, quæ quidem consideratio triplex Carpite de plenis pendentes vitibus uvas. Ovid. ad unam reduci potest necessitatem; nempe idem The above-mentioned Quinbus Flestrin, perempspatium de quo jam satis dictum est.
This torily says, this line has been cavilled at by some opinion is further corroborated by the tracts of minor critics, because," the grapes are sour;" the society of Bourdeaux. Selon la distinetion and indeed of that way of thinking is Macularius, entre les choses, qui n'ont pas de difference, il
who hath been greatly astonished at the taste of nous faut absolument agréer, que les idées, qui Hillario, in so frequently culling from Valerius ont frappé l'imagination, peuvent bien être ef- Flaccus. But he is clearly of opinion, that the facées, pourvu qu'on ne s'avise pas d'oublier cet lines from Welstead and Dennis, are selected with espace immense, qui environne toute la nature, great judgment, and are hung out as proper signs et le système des étoiles. Among our country of what entertainment is to be furnished up to his men, I do not know any body that has handled
customers. this subject so well as the acurate Mr. Fielding,
Penumbra of a thing,] Whatever mean opinion in his Essay upou Nothing, which the reader may Dr. Phoebus may entertain of his terrestrial brofind in the first volume of his Miscellanies ; but ther physician and poet, on Earth, Hillario is with all due deference to bis authority, we beg talked of in a different manner, as will appear leave to dissent from one assertion in the said from the following parody on the lines prefixed by essay; the residence of nothing might in his Mr. Dryden, to Milton's Paradise Lost. time have been in a critic's head, and we are apt to believe that there is a soinething like nothing
Three wise great men in the same era born, in most critic's heads to this day, and this false
Britannia's happy island did adorn, appearance misled the excellent metaphysician
Henley in care of souls display'd his skill, just quoted; for nothing, in its puris naturalibus,
Rock shone in physic, and in both John H-ll,
The force of Nature could no farther go, as Gravesend describes it in his experimental philosophy, does subsist no where so properly at
To make a third, she join'd the former two.
QUINBUS FLESTRIN.' present as in the pericranium of our hero,
MART. MACULARIUS. Lull'd to sleep again.] The hypnotic, or sopo
Momus the last of all, in merry mood, A paltry play'r, that in no parts succeeds, As moderator in th' assembly stood.
A hackney writer, whom no mortal reads.
florid Hillario becomes, in Woodward's phrase, a Whose genius nakes consistencies to fight, lay preacher ; but his Aimsy, heavy, impotent And forms an union betwixt wrong and right? lucubrations have rather been of prejudice to the Who (live whole days in senseless malice past) good old cause ; and we hear that there is now Repents, and is religious at the last?
preparing for the press, by a very eminent dia
vine, a defence of Christianity against the misre. NOTES VARIORUM.
presentations of a certain officious writer ; and riferous quality of Hillario's pen is manifest for the present we think proper to apply an epie from the following asseveration, which was pub- gram, orcasioned by a dispute between two beaux lished in the New Craftsman, and is a letter from concerning religion. a tradesman in the city.
On grace, free will, and myst’ries high,
Two wits barangu'd the table; “From a motive of gratitude, and for the sake
J-n H-Il believes he knows not why, of those of my fellow-creatures, who may unhap
Tom swears 'tis all a fable. pily be afflicted, as I have been for some time past, I beg leave, through the channel of your Peace, idiots, peace, and both agree, paper, to coinmunicate the disorder I have la
Tom kiss thy empty brother; boured under, and the extraordinary cure I have Religion laughs at foes like thee, lately met with. I have had for many months
But dreads a friend like t'other. successively a slow nervous fever, with a constant
A paltry play'r, &c.] It appears that the first futter on my spirits, attended with pertinacious effort of this universal genius, who is lately bewatchings, twitchings of the nerves, and other come remarkable as the Bobadil of literature, grievous symptoms, which reduced me to a mere was to excel in Pantomine. What was the event? shadow. At length, by the interposition of di--he was damned.—Mr. Cross, the prompter, vine Providence, a friend who had himself ex
took great pains to fit him for the part of Orooperienced it, advised me to have recourse to the noko-he was damned.--He attempted Captain reading of the Inspectors. laccordingly took one Blandford he was damned. He acted Constant of them,
and the effect it had upon me was such in the Provok'd Wife—he was damned. He rethat I fell into a profound sleep, which lasted presented the Botanist in Romeo and Juliet, at near six and thirty hours. By this I have at
the Little Theatre in the Hay-market, under the tained a more composed habit of body, and I now
direction of Mr. The.Cibber—he was damned, Goze away almost all my time, but for fear of a
He appeared in the character of Lothario, at the lethargy, am ordered to take them in smaller celebrated theatre in May-Fair-he was damned quantities. A paragraph at a time now answers there too. Mr. Cross, however, to alleviate his my purpose, and under Heaven I owe my sleep- misfortune, charitably bestowed upon him a 15th ing powers to the above-mentioned lnspectors. part of his own benefit. See the Gentleman's I look upon them to be a grand soporificum mi- Magazine for last December, and also Woodrabile, very proper to be had in all families. He ward's letter, passim. makes great allowance to those who buy them to
No mortal read.) Notwithstanding this assersell again, or to send abroad to the plantations; tion of Momus, our hero pro eâ quâ est vereand the above fact I am ready to attest whenever cundia, compareth hiinself to Addison and Steele, called upon. Given under my hand this 4th day which occasioned the following epigram, by the of January, 1753.
right hon. the earl * * * addressed to the right "* Humphrey Roberts, Weaver, in Crispin- honourable G-e D-n.
street, Spital-fields, opposite the White
Art thou not angry, learning's great protector,
To hear that Aimsy author, the Inspector, Forges Socrates,] Socrates was the father of the truest philosophy that ever appeared in the world,
Of cant, of puff, that daily vain inditer, and though he has not drawn God's image, which
Call Addison, or Steele, bis brother writer? was reserved for the light of the gospel, he has
So a pert H_ (in Æsop's fabling days) at least given the shadow, which together with
Swoln up with vanity, and self-giv'n praise, his exemplary life, induces Erasmus to cry out,
To his huge neighbour mountain might have Sancle Socrates, ora pro nobis; of Mr. Cibber we
said, shall say nothing, as he has said abundantly
“See, (brother) how We Mountains lift the
head ! enough of himself ; but to illustrate the poet's meaning in this passage, it may be necessary to How great we show! how awful and how high, observe, that when the British worthy was indis- Amidst these paultry Mounts, that here around posed some time since, the Inspector did not he
us lie.” sitate to prefer him to the god-like ancient phi- And now, reader, please to observe, that since so losopher. O te, Bollane, cerebri felicem.
ingenious a nobleman bath condescended to take
M. MACULARIUS. notice of his Inspectorship, Mr. Smart doth not Consistencies to fight,) Alluding to his egregious need any apology for the notice he hath also talent at distinctions without a difference.
taken of him, Religious at the last?] On every Saturday the
The trumpet of a base deserted canse,
So long in gross stupidity's extreme,
So spake and ceas'd the joy-exciting god, Mr. Hogarth entertains of our hero's writings, And Jove immediate gave th’assenting nod, may be guessed at, by any one who will take the When Fame her adamantine trump uprear'd, pleasure of looking at a print called Beer-street, And thus th' irrevocable doom declar'd.
in which Hillario's critique upon the Royal So" While in the vale perennial fountains flow, ciety is put into a basket directed to the trunkAnd fragrant zephyrs musically blow,
maker in St. Paul's Church-yard. I shall only While the majestic sea from pole to pole, just observe that the same compliment in this In horrible magnificence shall roll,
passage to Mr. Hogarth is reciprocal, and reflects While yonder glorious canopy on high
a lustre on Mr. Garrick, both of them having siShall overhang the curtains of the sky,
milar talents, equally capable of the highest While the gay seasons their due course shall run, elevation, and of representing the ordinary scenes Ruled by the brilliant stars and golden Sun, of life, with the most exquisite humour. While wit and fool antagonists shall be,
Conclusion] And now, candid reader, MartiAnd sense and taste and nature shall agree, nus Macularius hath attended thee throughout While love shall live, and rapture shall rejoice, the first book of this most delectable poem. As Fed by the notes of Handel; Arne and Boyce, it is not improbable that those will be inquisitive While with joint forceo'er humour's droll domain, after the particulars relating to this thy commenCervantes, Fielding, Lucian, Swift shall reign, tator, he here gives thee notice that he is preparWhile thinking figures from the canvas start, ing for the press, Memoirs of Martinus MaculaAnd Hogarth is the Garrick of his art.
rius, with his travels by sea and land, together
with his flights aerial, and descents subterraNOTES VARIORUM.
neous, &c. And in the mean time he bids thee farewell, until the appearance of the second book
of the Hilliad, of which we will say, speciosa miraThe trumpet, &c.) In a very pleasant account cula promet. And so as Terence says, Vos valete of the riots in Drury-lane play-house, by & plaudite. Henry Fielding, esg. we find the following bumorous description of our hero ip the character of a trumpeter. “ They all ran away Except the trumpeter, who having an emprema in his side, as well as several dreadful bruises on his breech, was taken. When he was
JUDGMENT OF MIDAS, brought before Garrick to be examined, he said the nigaies, to whom he had the honour to be
A MASQUE. trumpeter, had resented the use made of the
Auriculas Asini Mida Rex habet. Juv. inonsters by Garrick. That it was unfair, that it was cruel, that it was inhuman to employ a man's own subjects against him. That Rich was lasful sovereign uver all the monsters in the uni
PERSONS REPRESENTED. Ferse, with much more of the same kind ; all which Garrick seemed to think unworthy of an APOLLO. answer; but when the trumpeter challenged him Pan. as bis acquaintance, the chief with great disdain Timolus, God of the Mountain. tamed his back, and ordered the fellow to be dis- Midas. missed with full power of trumpeting again on CALLIOPE. what side he pleased.” Hillario has since trum- MeLPOMENE. peted in the cause of pantomime, the gaudy sce- AGNO, nery of which with great judgment he dismisses Melince,
two Wood-Nymphs. from the Opera-house, and saith, it is now fixed Satyrs, &c. in its proper place in the theatre. On this occasion, Macularius cannot help exclaiming, “O Shakespear! O Jonson ! rest, rest, perturbed Timolus, Melinoe, and Agno, two Woodspirits."
nymphs. Handd, Arne, and Boyce,] The first of these gentlemen may be justly looked upon as the Milton of music, and the talents of the two latter Acno, to day we wear our acorn crown, may not improperly be delineated by calling the parsley wreath be thine ; it is most meet them the Drydens of their profession, as they not
grace the presence of these rival gods caly touch the strings of love with exquisite art, with all the honours of our woodland weeds, but also, when they please, reach the truly su- Thine was the task, Melinoe, to prepare Llime.
The turf-built theatre, the boxen bow'r, Hogarth is the Garrick, &c.] The opinion which And all the sylvan scenery.
That such an umpire shou'd be equitable,
Unless he guess at justice.
Soft- no more
'Tis ours to wish for Pan, and fear from Phæbus, For art was not the mistress of our revels, Whose near approach I hear. Ye stately cedars, 'Twas gentle Nature, whom we jointly wood; Forth from your summits bow your awful heads, She heard, and yielded to the forms we taught And reverence the gods. Let my whole mounher,
tain tremble, Yet still remain'd herself - Simplicity,
Not with a fearful, but religious awe, Fair Nature's genuine daughter, too was there,
And holiness of horror. You, ye winds, So soft, yet so magnificent of mien,
That make soft, solemn music'mongst the leaves, She shone all ornament without a gem.
Be all to stillness bush'd; and thou, their echo, The blithsome Flora, ever sweet and young,
Listen, and hold thy peace; for see they come. Offer'd her various store : we cull'd a few To robe, and recommend our darksome verdure,
Scene opens, and discovers Apollo, attended by But shunn'd to be luxuriant,
Clio and Melpomene, on the right hand of
Midas, and Pan on the left, whom Timolus, with TIMOLUS.
Agno and Melinoe, join.
It was well.
With beedful notice aod attention meet,
Will weigh your merits, and decide your cause.
From Jove begin the rapturous song, 'Tis hard to judge, whene'er the great contend, To bim our earliest lays belong, Sure to displease the vanquish'd : when such We are his offspring all; Contest the laurel with such ardent strife, (pow'rs 'Twas he, whose looks supremely bright, 'Tis not the sentence of fair equity,
Smild darksome chaos into light, But 'tis their pleasure that is right or wrong.
And fram'd this glorious ball.
Sylvanus, in his shadowy grove,
Attends my Doriclays;
I'll celebrate his praise.
'Tis well remark'd, and on experience founded.
Parnassus, where's thy boasted height,
Life and erry joy wou'd pall,
Enter two Satyrs, and crown Midas with a pair If Phoebus shone not on them all.
of ass's ears.
To those who sing like Pan, and judge like thee. But Pan, each satyr, nymph and fawn,
[Exeunt omnes. Adore as laureat of the lawn; From peevish March to joyous June, He keeps our restless souls in tune, Without his oaten reed and song,
REASON AND IMAGINATION. Phæbus, thy days wou'd seem too long.
IMAGINATION, in the flight
Began to think upon a mate;
As weary of a single state
And cloy'd with entertainment still,
She thought it better to be grave,
To settle, to take up, and save.
She therefore to her chamber sped,
And thus at first attir'd her head. In peaceable pre-eminence I reign ;
Upon her hair, with brilliants grac'd, With pipe on plain, and nymph in secret grove,
Her tow'r of beamy gold she plac'd; The day is music, and the night is love.
Her ears with pendent jewels glow'd 1, blest with these, nor envy nor desire
Of various water, curious mode,
As nature sports the wintry ice,
Her eye-brows arch'd upon the stream
Of rays, beyond the piercing beam;
Her cheeks in matchless colour high,
She veild to fix the gazer's eye;
Her paps, as white as fancy draws,
She cover'd with a crimson gauze; The Persian pays his morning vow,
And on her wings she threw perfume
From buds of everlasting bloom.
Her zone, ungirded from her vest,
She wore across her swelling breast; Soon as the evening shades advance, On which, in gems, this verse was wrought,
And the gilt glow-worm glitters fair, “I make and shift the scenes of thought."
In her right hand a wand she held,
With figures far surpassing art,
Of other natures, suns and moons,
Of other moves to higher tunes.
The muses, graces, all attend
Her service, to her journey's end : And Daphne preserves her immutable green.
And Fortune, sometimes at her hand,
Is now the fav'rite of her band,
And all th' adventure to prepare.
Beneath an holm-tree's friendly shade,
Was Reason's little cottage made; And Syrinx shall sigh with her musical reed,
Before, a river deep and still; While fairies, and satyrs, and fawns shall approve Behind, a rocky soaring hill. The music, the mirth, and the life of the grove,
Himself, adorn'd in seemly plight, So long sball our Pan be than thou more divine,
Was reading to the eastern light; For he shall be rising when thou shalt decline,
And ever, as he meekly kuelt,
Upon the Book of Wisdom dwelt,
The spirit of the shifting wheel,
Thus first essay'd his pulse to feel. No moreTo Pan and to his beauteous nymphs
“ The nymph suprenie o'er works of wit, I do adjudge the prize, as is most due.
O’er labour'd plan, and lucky bit,