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Protogenes and Apelles. When poets wrote and painters drew, As nature pointed out the view; Ere Gothic forms were known in Greece, To spoil the well-proportion'd piece; And in our verse ere monkish rhymes Had jangled their fantastic chimes; Ere on the flowery lands of Rhodes, Those knights had fixed their dull abodes, Who knew not inuch to paint or write, Nor card to pray, nor dar'd to fight : Protogenes, historians note, Liv'd there, a burgess, scot and lot ; And, as old Pliny's writings show, Apelles did the same at Co. Agreed these points of time and place, Proceed we in the present case. Piqu’d by Protogenes's fame, From Co to Rhodes Apelles came, To see a rival and a friend, Prepar'd to censure, or commend ; Here to absolve, and there object, As art with candour might direct. He sails, he lands, he comes, he rings; His servants follow with the things : Appears the governante of th' house, For such in Greece were much in use: If young or handsome, yea or no, Concerns not me or thee to know.

Does Squire Protogenes live here? Yes, sir, says she, with gracious air And curtsy low, but just callid out By lords peculiarly devout, Who came on purpose, sir, to borrow Our Venus for the feast to-morrow, To grace the church ; 'tis Venus' day : I hope, sir, you intend to stay, To see our Venus ? 'tis the piece The most renown'd throughout all Greece; So like th' original, they say: But I have no great skill that way. But, sir, at six ('tis now past three), Dromo must make my master's tea : At six, sir, if you please to come, You'll find my master, sir, at home.

Tea, says a critic big with laughter, Was found some twenty ages after; Authors, before they write, should read. 'Tis very true; but we'll proceed.

And, sir, at present would you please
To leave your name.-Fair maiden, yes.
Reach me that board. No sooner spoke
But done. With one judicious stroke,
On the plain ground Apelles drew
A circle regularly true:
And will you please, sweetheart, said he,
To show your inaster this from me?
By it he presently will know
How painters write their names at Co.
He gave the pannel to the maid.
Smiling and curtsying, Sir, she said,
I shall not fail to tell my master:
And, sir, for fear of all disaster,
I'll keep it my own self: safe bind,
Says the old proverb, and safe find.
So, sir, as sure as key or lock-
Your servant, sirmat six o'clock.

Again at six Apelles came,
Found the same prating civil dame.
Sir, that my master has been here,
Will by the board itself appear.
If from the perfect line be found
He has presum'd to swell the round,
Or colours on the draught to lay,
'Tis thus (he order'd me to say),

Thus write the painters of this isle ;
Let those of Co remark the style.

She said, and to his hand restor'd
The rival pledge, the missive board.
Upon the happy line were laid
Such obvious light and easy shade,
The Paris' apple stood confess’d,
Or Leda's egs, or Chloe's ist.
Apelles view'd the finish'd piece;
And live, said he, the arts of Greece!
Howe'er Protogenes and I
May in our rival talents vie;
Howe'er our works may have express'd
Who truest drew, or colour'd best,
When he beheld my flowing line,
He found at least I could design:
And from his artful round, I grant,
That he with perfect skill can paint.

The dullest genius cannot fail
To find the moral of my tale;
That the distinguish'd part of men,
With coinpass, pencil, sword, or pen,
Should in life's visit leave their name
In characters which may proclaim
That they with ardour strove to raise
At once their arts and country's praise ;
And in their working, took great care
That all was full, and round, and fair.
[Richard's Theory of the Mind.]

[From Alma.')
I say, whatever you maintain
Of Almal in the heart or brain,
The plainest man alive may tell ye,
Her seat of empire is the belly.
From hence she sends out those supplies,
Which make us either stout or wise :
Your stomach makes the fabric roll
Just as the bias rules the bowl.
The great Achilles might employ
The strength design'd to ruin Troy;
He dined on lion's marrow, spread
On toasts of ammunition bread;
But, by his mother sent away
Amongst the Thracian girls to play,
Effeminate he sat and quiet,
Strange product of a cheese-cake diet !
Observe the various operations
Of food and drink in several nations.
Was ever Tartar fierce or cruel
Upon the strength of water-gruel ?
But who shall stand his rage or force
If first he rides, then eats his horse 1
Sallads, and eggs, and lighter fare,
Tune the Italian spark's guitar;
And, if I take Dan Congreve right,
Pudding and beef make Britons fight.
Tokay and coffee cause this work
Between the German and the Turk;
And both, as they provisions want,
Chicane, avoid, retire, and faint.
As, in a watch's fine machine,
Though many artful springs are seen ;
The added movements, which declare
How full the moon, how old the year,
Derive their secondary power
From that which simply points the hour;
For though these gimcracks were away
(Quare? would not swear, but Quare would say),
However more reduced and plain,
The watch would still a watch remain :
But if the horal orbit ceases,
The whole stands still, or breaks to pieces,
1 The mind. ? Probably a noted watchmaker of the day.

Is now no longer what it was,

Pensive and sad, his drooping muse betrays
And you may e'en go sell the case.

The Roman genius in its last decays.
So, if unprejudiced you scan
The goings of this clock-work, man,

The youthful poet's praise of his great master is You find a hundred movements made

confined to his translations, works which a modern By fine devices in his head;

eulogist would scarcely select as the peculiar glory But 'tis the stomach's solid stroke

of Dryden. Addison also contributed an Essay on That tells his being what's o'clock.

Virgil's Georgics, prefixed to Dryden's translation. If you take off this rhetoric trigger,

His remarks are brief, but finely and clearly written. He talks no more in trope and figure ;

At the same time, he translated the fourth Georgic, Or clog his mathematic wheel,

and it was published in Dryden's Miscellany, issued His buildings fall, his ship stands still ;

in 1693, with a warm commendation from the aged Or, lastly, break his politic weight,

poet on the most ingenious Mr Addison of Oxford.' His voice no longer rules the state :

Next year he ventured on a bolder flight-An AcYet, if these finer whims are gone,

count of the Greatest English Poets, addressed to Your clock, though plain, will still go on : Mr H. S. (supposed to be the famous Dr Sacheverell), But, spoil the organ of digestion,

April 3, 1694. This Account is a poem of about 150 And you entirely change the question ;

lines, containing sketches of Chaucer, Spenser, Alma's affairs no power can mend;

Cowley, Milton, Waller, &c. We subjoin the lines The jest, alas! is at an end ;

on the author of the Faery Queen, though, if we are Soon ceases all the worldly bustle,

to believe Spence, Addison had not then read the And you consign the corpse to Russel.1

poet he ventured to criticise :

Old Spenser next, warm’d with poetic rage,
JOSEPH ADDISON.

In ancient tales amus'd a barbarous age;
The prose works of Addison constitute the chief An age, that yet uncultivate and rude,
source of his fame; but his muse proved the archi- Where'er the poet's fancy led, pursued
tect of his fortune, and led him first to distinc- Through pathless fields, and unfrequented floods,
tion. From his character, station, and talents, no To dens of dragons and enchanted woods.
man of his day exercised a more extensive or bene. But now the mystic tale, that pleas'd of yore,
ficial influence on literature. Joseph Addison, the Can charm an understanding age no more ;

The long-spun allegories fulsome grow,
While the dull moral lies too plain below.
We view well-pleased, at distance, all the sights
Of arms and palfreys, battles, fields, and fights,
And damsels in distress, and courteous knights.
But when we look too near, the shades decay,
And all the pleasing landscape fades away.
This subdued and frigid character of Spenser shows
that Addison wanted both the fire and the fancy of
the poet. His next production is equally tame and
commonplace, but the theme was more congenial to
his style: it is A Poem to His Majesty, Presented to
the Lord Keeper. Lord Somers, then the keeper of
the great seal, was gratified by this compliment, and
became one of the steadiest patrons of Addison. In
1699, he procured for him a pension of £300 a-year,
to enable him to make a tour in Italy. The govern-
ment patronage was never better bestowed. The
poet entered upon his travels, and resided abroad

two years, writing from thence a poetical Letter from Italy to Charles Lord Halifar, 1701. This is the most elegant and animated of all his poetical productions. The classic ruins of Rome, the

heavenly figures' of Raphael, the river Tiber, and streams .immortalised in song,' and all the golden groves and flowery meadows of Italy, seem, as Pope has remarked, 'to have raised his fancy, and brightened his expressions. There was also, as Goldsmith observed, a strain of political thinking

in the Letter, that was then new to our poetry. son of an English dean, was born at Milston, Wilt- He returned to England in 1702. The death of shire, in 1672. He distinguished himself at Oxford King William deprived him of his pension, and apby his Latin poetry, and appeared first in English peared to crush his hopes and expectations; but verse by an address to Dryden, written in his being afterwards engaged to celebrate in verse the twenty-second year. It opens thus

battle of Blenheim, Addison so gratified the lord

treasurer, Godolphin, by his .gazette in rhyme,' that How long, great poet ! shall thy sacred lays

he was appointed a commissioner of appeals. He Provoke our wonder, and transcend our praise ! was next made under secretary of state, and went Can neither injuries of time or age

to Ireland as secretary to the Marquis of Wharton, Damp thy poetic heat, and quench thy rage ! lord-lieutenant. The queen also made him keeper Not so thy Ovid in his exile wrote;

of the records of Ireland. Previous to this (in 1707), Grief chilíd his breast, and check'd his rising thought; Addison had brought out his opera of Rosamond,

which was not successful on the stage. The story * Probably an undertaker. of fair Rosamond would seem well adapted for

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