The mirth of the commons grew so very outrageous, that it found work for our friend of the quorum, who by the help of his amanuensis, took down their names and their crimes, with a design to produce his manuscript at the next quarter-sessions, &c. &c.' I shall subjoin to the foregoing piece of a letter, the following copy of verses translated from an Italian poet, who was the Cleveland of his age, and had multitudes of admirers. The subject is an accident that happened under the reign of pope Leo, when a firework, that had been prepared upon the Castle of St. Angelo, began to play before its time, being kindled by a flash of lightning. The author hath written a poem in the same kind of style, as that I have already exemplified in prose. Every line in it is a riddle, and the reader must be forced to consider it twice or thrice, before he will know that the Cynic's tenement is a tub, and Bacchus's cast-coat a hogshead, &c. 'Twas night, and heav'n, a Cyclops all the day, The pile, still big with undiscover'd shows, Whilst now the multitude expect the time, The clouds invelop'd heav'n from human sight, Tall groves of trees the Hadrian tow'r surround, And heav'n's whole roof in one vast cleft is rent, The trees now kindle, and the garland burns, Bright spears and shining spear-men mount on high, A seven-fold shield of spheres doth heav'n defend, Unwillingly they fall, and dropping down, With joy, great sir, we view'd this pompous show, No. DCXVIII. WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 10. .Neque enim concludere versum Dixeris esse satis: neque siquis scribat, uti nos, 'Tis not enough the measur'd feet to close; Whose humble verse, like mine, approaches prose. Mr. Spectator, HOR. 'YOU having, in your two last Spectators, given the town a couple of remarkable letters in very different styles: I take this opportunity to offer to you some remarks upon the epistolary way of writing in verse. This is a species of poetry by itself; and has not so much as been hinted at in any of the arts of poetry, that have ever fallen into my hands: neither has it in any age, or in any nation, been so much cultivated, as the other several kinds of poesy. A man of genius may, if he pleases, write letters in verse upon all manner of subjects, that are capable of being embellished with wit and language, and may render them new and agreeable by giving the proper turn to them. But in speaking, at present, of Epistolary Poetry, I would be understood to mean only such writings in this kind, as have been in use among the ancients, and have been copied from them by some moderns. These may be reduced into two classes in the one I shall range love-letters, letters of friendship, and letters upon mournful occasions: in the other I shall place such epistles in verse, as may properly be called familiar, critical, and moral; to which may be added letters of mirth and humour. Ovid for the first, and Horace for the latter, are the best originals we have left. : 'He that is ambitious of succeeding in the Ovidian way, should first examine his heart well, and feel whe ther his passions (especially those of the gentle kind) play easy, since it is not his wit, but the delicacy and tenderness of his sentiments, that will affect his readers. His versification likewise should be soft, and all his numbers flowing and querulous. The qualifications requisite for writing epistles, after the model given us by Horace, are of a quite different nature. He that would excel in this kind must have a good fund of strong masculine sense: to this there must be joined a thorough knowledge of mankind, together with an insight into the business, and the prevailing humours of the age. Our author must have his mind well seasoned with the finest precepts of morality, and be filled with nice reflections upon the bright and the dark sides of human life: he must be a master of refined raillery, and understand the delicacies, as well as the absurdities of conversation. He must have a lively turn of wit, with an easy and concise manner of expression: every thing he says, must be in a free and disengaged manner. He must be guilty of nothing that betrays the air of a recluse, but appear a man of the world throughout. His illustrations, his comparisons, and the greatest part of his images must be drawn from common life. Strokes of satire and criticism, as well as panegyric, judiciously thrown in (and as it were, by the bye) give a wonderful life and ornament to compositions of this kind. But let our poet, while he writes epistles, though never so familiar, still remember that he writes in verse, and must for that reason have a more than ordinary care not to fall into prose, and a vulgar diction, excepting where the nature and humour of the thing does necessarily require it. In this point, Horace hath been thought by some critics to be sometimes careless, as well as too negligent of his versification; of which he seems to have been sensible himself. All I have to add is, that both these manners of writing may be made as entertaining, in their way, as any other species of poetry, if undertaken by persons duly qualified; and the latter sort may be managed so as to become in a peculiar manner instructive. 'I am, &c.' I shall add an observation or two to the remarks of my ingenious correspondent, and, in the first place, take notice, that subjects of the most sublime nature are often treated in the epistolary way with advantage, as in the famous epistle of Horace to Augustus. The poet surprises us with his pomp, and seems rather betrayed into his subject than to have aimed at it by design. He appears, like the visit of a king incognito, with a mixture of familiarity and grandeur. In works of this kind, when the dignity of the subject hurries the poet into descriptions and sentiments, seemingly unpremeditated, by a sort of inspiration; it is usual for him to collect himself, and fall back gracefully into the natural style of a letter. I might here mention an epistolary poem, just published by Mr. Eusden, on the king's accession to the throne; wherein, amongst many other noble and beautiful strokes of poetry, his reader may see this rule very happily observed. |