Mr. _Wycherley_ subscribed to a Compliment (some say, before his Death) upon _P--pe_’s Pastorals, in which he says, his _Arcadia speaks the Language of the Mall_, but does not explain, whether he means at Noon or Night. I do not agree with what Mr. _Wycherley_ is supposed to have writ of him, but I do with what he certainly said of him, _viz._ _That he was not able to make a Suit of Cloaths, but could perhaps turn an old Coat._ (e) _Which Doctor _Y------__ The Reverend Doctor _Edward Young_, who, in this Quarrel of the great contending Powers in Poesy, has been courted by all Sides: But some late Incidents give a Suspicion, that he has privately acceded to the _Treaty of Twickenham_. (f) _Poor _G----_, who loses most----_ Mr. _Gay_, not thought to be the entire Author of the _Beggar’s Opera_, and ordered to own _Three Hours after Marriage_. (g) _By _Rich_ recorded------_ _Gilbert Pickering Rich._ A great Admirer of _P--pe_, eminent for his Translation of _Horace_, which can be equall’d by nothing but _P--pe_’s translating of _Homer_. He concludes the first Ode by giving (_sublimi feriam sidera vertice_) in these Words; I’ll bound, I’ll spring, I’ll strike the weaken’d Pole, I’ll knock so hard, I’ll knock thro’ it a Hole. (h) _------Breaks all _Sinai_’s Laws except the Second._ Second Commandment: “Thou shalt not make the Likeness of any Thing in Heaven above, or on the Earth beneath, or the Waters under the Earth.” (i) _Forget awhile _Belinda_ and the Sun._ In the _Rape of the Lock_, _Belinda_ and the Sun are very often said to be very much alike, which occasion’d two Lines in Praise of that Poem, written by a Friend of Mr. _Pope_; Here, like the Sun, _Belinda_ strikes the Swain, In the same Page like the same Sun again. Monsieur _Boileau_, speaking of the Poetasters of his Nation, in a Poem to the King, makes this Comparison the Consummation of Dulness; _Et enfin te compare au Solœil._ And in the End he compares your Majesty to the Sun. (k) _------Half-paid drudging _B----me_._ The Reverend Mr. _B----me_, who translated a great Part of _Homer_, and construed the Rest: _N.B. A half-paid Poet_ is oftentimes the Occasion of an _unpaid Taylor_. (l) _Sleep, Sleep in Peace------_ These Lines are a Parody of a famous Passage in the Tragedy of _Phædra_ and _Hyppolitus_. Sleep, Sleep in Peace, ye Monsters of the Wood: No more my early Horn shall wake------ _So when bright _Venus_ yielded up her Charms, The blest _Adonis_ languish’d in her Arms; His idle Horn on flagrant Myrtle hung, His Arrows scatter’d, and his Bow unstrung; Obscure in Covert lay his dreaming Hounds, And bay’d the fancy’d Boar with feeble Sounds: For nobler Sports he quits the savage Fields, And all the Hero to the Lover yields._ FINIS. [Decoration] * * * * * * * * * [Transcriber’s Note: