There is a cant in the present day about genius, as every thing in poetry: there was a cant in the time of Pope about sense, as performing all sorts of wonders. It was a kind of watchword, the shibboleth of a critical party of the day. As a proof of the exclusive attention which it occupied in their minds, it is remarkable that in the Essay on Criticism (not a very long poem) there are no less than half a score successive couplets rhyming to the word _sense_. This appears almost incredible without giving the instances, and no less so when they are given. ‘But of the two, less dangerous is the offence, To tire our patience than mislead our sense.’—_lines 3, 4._ ‘In search of wit these lose their common sense, And then turn critics in their own defence.’—_l. 28, 29._ ‘Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, And fills up all the mighty void of sense.’—_l. 209, 10._ ‘Some by old words to fame have made pretence, Ancients in phrase, mere moderns in their sense.’—_l. 324, 5._ ‘’Tis not enough no harshness gives offence; The sound must seem an echo to the sense.’—_l. 364, 5._ ‘At every trifle scorn to take offence; That always shews great pride, or little sense.’—_l. 386, 7._ ‘Be silent always, when you doubt your sense, And speak, though sure, with seeming diffidence.’—_l. 366, 7._ ‘Be niggards of advice on no pretence, For the worst avarice is that of sense.’—_l. 578, 9._ ‘Strain out the last dull dropping of their sense, And rhyme with all the rage of impotence.’—_l. 608, 9._ ‘Horace still charms with graceful negligence, And without method talks us into sense.’—_l. 653, 4._ I have mentioned this the more for the sake of those critics who are bigotted idolisers of our author, chiefly on the score of his correctness. These persons seem to be of opinion that ‘there is but one perfect writer, even Pope.’ This is, however, a mistake: his excellence is by no means faultlessness. If he had no great faults, he is full of little errors. His grammatical construction is often lame and imperfect. In the Abelard and Eloise, he says— ‘There died the best of passions, Love and Fame.’