This way is for his Grace's coach: There lies the bridge, and here's the clock, The spacious court, the colonnade, And mark how wide the hall is made! But where d'ye sleep, or where d'ye dine? ON BEAUFORT HOUSE (GATE AT CHISWICK. [THE Lord Treasurer Middlesex's house at Chelsea, after passing to the Duke of Beaufort, was called Beaufort House. It was afterwards sold to Sir Hans Sloane. When the House was taken down in 1740, its gateway, built by Inigo Jones, was given by Sir Hans Sloane to the Earl of Burlington, who removed it with the greatest care to his garden at Chiswick, where it may be still seen. See Cunningham's London.] [IN illustration Mitford refers to Pope's letter to Lord Bathurst of September 13, 1732, where Mr L.' is spoken of as 'more inclined to admire God in his greater works, the tall timber.' From Mr Mitford's notes to his edition of Gray's Correspondence with the Rev. Norton Nichols. As to Lord Bathurst's improvements at Cirencester, to which these lines allude, see Moral Essays, Ep. IV. vv. 186 ff.] It is, my lord, a mere conundrum To call things woods for what grows under 'em. For shrubs, when nothing else at top is, Can only constitute a coppice. But if you will not take my word, See anno quint. of Richard Third; And that's a coppice call'd, when dock'd, An honest man, because not hang'd." INSCRIPTION ON A PUNCH-BOWL, IN THE SOUTH-sea year [1720], FOR A CLUB, CHASED WITH JUPITER PLACING CALLISTO IN THE SKIES, AND EUROPA WITH THE BULL. IO 15 20 ON VERBATIM FROM BOILEAU. Un Jour dit un Auteur, etc.3 NCE (says an Author; where, I need not say) 1 Thomas, first Lord Coningsby, a zealous promoter of the Revolution of 1688. Carru thers. [There seems no doubt that these terms originated in the South-Sea year; and that they gradually came into general use. See a lively discussion of the subject, and of the meaning of the terms, in Notes and Queries for 1859.] 3 [This famous fable is narrated at the close 5 ΤΟ of Boileau's Second Epistle; and is said to be originally derived from an old Italian comedy. La Fontaine, who also versified the fable, substituted a judge (named Perrin Dandin) for 'Justice'; wherein, according to Boileau's opinion, he erred; inasmuch as it is not the judges only, but all the officers of justice, who empty the pockets of litigants. From a note to Amsterdam edition (1735) of Euvres de Boileau.] M EPIGRAM. Y Lord1 complains that Pope, stark mad with gardens, "But he's my neighbour," cries the peer polite: "And if he visit me, I'll waive the right." What! on compulsion, and against my will, A lord's acquaintance? Let him file his bill! EPIGRAM. 5 [EXPLAINED by Carruthers to refer to the large sums of money given in charity on account of the severity of the weather about the year 1740.] YES! 'tis the time, (I cried,) impose the chain, YES! Destined and due to wretches self-enslaved; But when I saw such charity remain, I half could wish this people should be saved. Faith lost, and Hope, our Charity begins; If this can cover multitude of sins, To take the only way to be forgiven. OCCASIONED BY READING THE TRAVELS OF CAPTAIN ON the publication of Gulliver's Travels Pope wrote several pieces of humour intended to accompany the work, which he sent to Swift; and they were printed in 1727 under the title of Poems occasioned by reading the Travels of Captain Lemuel Gulliver explanatory and commendatory. Roscoe. [I. II. IV. were also published in the joint Miscellanies.] I. TO QUINBUS FLESTRIN, THE MAN-MOUNTAIN. An Ode by Tilly-Tit, Poet Laureate to His Majesty of Lilliput. N amaze, Can our eyes Reach thy size? May my lays Muse, inspire, All thy fire! When they said Propp'd the skies: See! and believe your eyes! See him stride Valleys wide, 1 Lord Radnor. Warton. S LOSS OF GRILDRIG. A PASTORAL. OON as Glumdalclitch miss'd her pleasing care, No British miss sincerer grief has known, Her squirrel missing, or her sparrow flown. She furl'd her sampler, and haul'd in her thread, · Then spread her hands, and with a bounce let fall In peals of thunder now she roars, and now She gently whimpers like a lowing cow: Her locks dishevell'd, and her flood of tears Seem like the lofty barn of some rich swain, And fill'd the cruet with the acid tide, While pepper-water worms thy bait supply'd; Sure in that lake he dropp'd; my Grilly's drown'd." Trembling, I've seen thee dare the kitten's paw, 66 'Why did I trust thee with that giddy youth? 3309 35 40 Perhaps all maim'd, lie grov'lling on the ground? Dost thou, embosom'd in the lovely rose, Or sunk within the peach's down, repose? 45 Within the king-cup if thy limbs are spread, Or in the golden cowslip's velvet head: O show me, Flora, midst those sweets, the flower Where sleeps my Grildrig in his fragrant bower. "But ah! I fear thy little fancy roves 50 On little females, and on little loves; Thy pygmy children, and thy tiny spouse, Thy baby playthings that adorn thy house, Doors, windows, chimneys, and the spacious rooms, 55 Hast thou for these now ventured from the shore, No more behold thee turn my watch's key, How wert thou wont to walk with cautious tread, A dish of tea like milk-pail on thy head? She said, but broken accents stopp'd her voice, 60 65 70 75 |