Others, indeed, have shewn their distrust of Phalaris's title to them, but are content to declare their sentiment without assigning their reasons. Phalaris, or 'somebody else,' says Cælius Rhodus. The Epistles that go under the name of Phalaris,' says Menagius. Some name the very person at whose door they lay the forgery. 'Lucian, whom they commonly mistake for Phalaris,' says Ang. Politianus. The Epistles of Phalaris, if they are truly his, and not rather Lucian's,' says Lilius Greg. Gyraldus, who in another place informs us, that Politian's opinion had generally obtained among the learned of that age, 'The Epistles,' says he of Phalaris, which 'most people attribute to Lucian.' How judiciously they ascribe them to Lucian we shall see better anon, after I have examined the case of Phalaris, who has the plea and right of possession; and I shall not go to dispossess him, as those have done before me, by an arbitrary sentence in his own tyrannical way, but proceed with him upon lawful evidence, and a fair and impartial trial; and I am very much mistaken in the nature and force of my proofs, if ever any man hereafter that reads them persist in his old opinion of making Phalaris an author. The censures that are made from style and language alone are commonly nice and uncertain, and depend upon slender notices. Some very sagacious and learned men have been deceived in those conjectures, even to ridicule. The great Scaliger published a few iambics, as a choice fraginent of an old tragedian, given him by Muretus; who soon after confessed the jest, that they were made by himself. Boxhornius wrote a commentary upon a small poem De Lite, supposed by him to be some ancient author's; but it was soon discovered to be Michael Hospitalius's, a late Chancellor of France; so that if I had no other argument but the style to detect the spuriousness of Phalaris's Epistles, I myself, indeed, should be satisfied with that alone; but I durst not hope to convince every body else. I shall begin therefore with another sort of proofs, that will affect the most slow judgments, and assure the most timid or incredulous. Then follows the argument proper, in too great detail for quotation. Bentley's unheard-of liberties with the most perfect passages of Paradise Lost may be well illustrated by his transformation of 'No light, but rather darkness visible' into 'No light but rather a transpicuous gloom;' and by his proposed emendations of the very last lines of the last book (see the last paragraph quoted in Vol. I. p. 703). Addison had suggested that the omission of the last two unforgetable lines They hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Bentley would make a better close for the poem. disapproved this suggestion, but asserted that the lines had been utterly corrupted by the editor, and for the reasons given proposed to restore or emend them into woefully different verses: Milton tells us before, that Adam, upon hearing Michael's predictions, was even surcharg'd with joy (xii. 372); was replete with joy and wonder (468); was in doubt whether he should repent of, or rejoice in, his fall (475); was in great peace of thought (558); and Eve herself was not sad, but full of consolation (620). Why then does this distich dismiss our first parents in anguish, and the reader in melancholy? And how can the expression be justified, "with wand'ring steps and slow"? Why wand ring? Erratic steps? Very improper: when in the line before, they were guided by Providence. And why slow? when even Eve profess'd her readiness and alacrity for the journey (614):-" But now lead on; In me is no delay." And why "their solitary way"? All words to represent a sorrowful parting; when even their former walks in Paradise were as solitary as their way now there being nobody besides them two, both here and there. Shall I therefore, after so many prior presumptions, presume at last to offer a distich, as close as may be to the author's words, and entirely agreeable to his scheme? "Then hand in hand with social steps their way Through Eden took, with heav'nly comfort cheer'd." Dyce's edition of Bentley's works (3 vols. 1836-38) is unfinished. See the Life of him by Monk (2 vols. 1833), and the monograph in the English Writers' series by Sir Richard Jebb (1882). The Duke of Buckingham (JOHN SHEFFIELD, often called DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE-1648-1721) was associated in his latter days with the wits and poets of the reign of Queen Anne, though in spirit he belongs to the previous age. Having succeeded his father as Earl of Mulgrave in 1658, he served with Prince Rupert against the Dutch, and in 1673 became colonel of a regiment of foot. In order to learn the art of war under Marshal Turenne, he made a campaign in the French service. But even amidst the din of arms he did not wholly neglect literary pursuits, and he made himself an accomplished scholar. He was a member of the Privy Council of James II., but acquiesced in the Revolution, and was for three years a member of the Privy Council of William and Mary, with a pension of £3000 and the title of Marquis of Normanby. Sheffield is said to have made love' to Queen Anne when they were both young, and Her Majesty heaped honours on the favourite immediately on her accession to the throne, including the dukedom of the county of Buckingham. He lived in great state in a magnificent house he had built in St James's Park, of which he has given a long description-dwelling with delight on its gardens, terrace, park, and canal, and the rows of goodly elms and limes through which he approached his mansion. This stately residence was purchased by George III., and taken down by George IV. to make way for the present royal palace, which still bears the name of Buckingham. Sheffield wrote several poems and prose works, among the latter being an Account of the Revolu tion. Among the former is an Essay on Satire, which Dryden is reported, but erroneously, to have revised. His principal work, however, is his Essay on Poetry, which was published anonymously in 1682; the second edition, enlarged in 1691, received the praises of Roscommon, Dryden, and Pope. This poem was retouched by Pope, and in return some of the last lines of Buckingham were devoted to the praise of the young poet of Windsor Forest. The Essay on Poetry, written in the heroic couplet, seems to have suggested Pope's Essay on Criticism. It is in the style of Roscommon, plain, perspicuous, and sensible, but it contains little or no true poetry-less than many of Dryden's prose essays-and is much of it incredibly commonplace in thought and in word. Out of Shakespeare's Julius Cæsar he manufactured, with the help of some new love scenes and other tags, two model dramas according to his own-and his contemporaries'-notions of good taste. From the Essay on Poetry.' No kind of work requires so nice a touch, And, if well finished, nothing shines so much. Describing all men, but described by none. . . . For as in rows of richest pearl there lies Yet that not seem to creep, nor this to fly; As wrought with care, yet seem by chance to fall. . . . This poem must be more exactly made, And sharpest thoughts in smoothest words conveyed. Rage you must hide, and prejudice lay down; By painful steps at last we labour up And with just pride behold the rest below. To be the utmost stretch of human sense; A work of such inestimable worth, There are but two the world has yet brought forth- Do those mere sounds the world's attention draw! Sir Richard Blackmore (birth year unknown; died 1729) was one of the most fortunate physicians and most severely handled poets of the age. Born of a good family at Corsham in Wiltshire, and educated at Westminster and St Edmund Hall, Oxford, he took his B.A. in 1674. He was in extensive medical practice, was knighted in 1697 by William III., and afterwards made censor of the College of Physicians. In 1695 he published Prince Arthur, an epic poem, which he says he wrote amidst the duties of his profession, 'for the greatest part in coffee-houses, or in passing up and down the streets.' Dryden, whom he had attacked for licentiousness, satirised him for writing to the rumbling of his chariot-wheels.' In Prince Arthur Blackmore flattered himself that he had imitated Virgil's manner, angels taking the place of heathen gods in the management of sublunary affairs. In King Arthur (1697) he seems to think he had followed rather the Homeric model. The twelve dreary books of this preposterous epic are devoted wholly to one of the most fabulous of Arthur's exploits as reported by Geoffrey of Monmouth an expedition to support the Christian people of Gaul against certain heathen Franks, in which history, ethnology, and commonsense are alike defied. The principal enemy is the Frankish king Clotar, assumed to be a heathen-though the Franks were converted to Christianity before the end of the fifth century, and Arthur or his prototype seems to have belonged to the sixth. The prince of darkness and his pseudo-Miltonic council of war-Belus, Milcom, Ammon, Rimmon, &c.-discuss in long speeches how to check the Christian champion's progress, but in vain. There are endless lists of the princes in either camp, and the numbers of their forces. The battle in which Arthur triumphs is not more amusing than the rest. Before the campaign is ended Satan effects a diversion by stirring up strife in Britain; Arthur has to hasten thither, but soon returns, and in a final battle wounds Clotar mortally, takes the opportunity as he lies 'weltering in his gore' to address a sermon to him about Divine justice, and then hacks off his head and 'spurns' or apparently kicks the corpse. The last stage of the personal conflict between the kings proceeded thus: The Frank observing that his arm did wield And hurl'd with both his hands the pondrous heap. The shoulder's point, and his bright armour bruis'd, Blackmore continued writing, and published a series of epics on King Alfred, Queen Elizabeth, the Redeemer, the Creation, &c. All are intolerably tedious, and have sunk into oblivion; but Pope has preserved his memory in various satirical allusions. Addison extended his friendship to the Whig poet, whose private character was irreproachable, and strongly approved his hostility to the prevalent grossness and impiety of dramatic poetry. Dr Johnson included Blackmore in his edition of the poets, but of his works reproduced only the poem of Creation, which, he said, 'wants neither harmony of numbers, accuracy of thought, nor elegance of diction.' Even Dennis, formerly hostile, thought Blackmore surpassed Lucretius. The design of Creation was to demonstrate the existence of a Divine Eternal Mind. The worthy doctor recites the proofs of a Deity from natural and physical phenomena, and afterwards reviews the systems of the Epicureans and the Fatalists, con cluding with a hymn to the Creator of the world. The old-fashioned orthodox piety of Blackmore is everywhere apparent in his writings; but the genius of poetry evaporates amidst tedious argumentations, commonplace illustrations, prosing declamation, and general dullness. From the opening of Creation it would appear that he deliberately designed to outsoar Milton 'to heights unknown'— to anybody but himself, presumably : No more of courts, of triumphs, or of arms, To heights unknown, through ways untry'd to rise: While I this unexampled task essay, And the wide realms of vast immensity: Garth in The Dispensary unkindly makes Blackmore cite four scraps of his own verse (quite accurately reproduced) from Prince Arthur and King Arthur as sufficiently sonorous to summon the Sibyl from the shades. These lines the pale Divinity shall raise, Naked and half-burnt hills with hideous wrack Blood, brains, and limbs the highest walls disdain, In the following singular and original theodicy from Book iii. of Creation, it is noticeable that Blackmore quite admits the Creator might (but for sufficient reasons) have made a much finer world; and he justifies the ways of God to men in the matter of having wasted so much space on mountains not from the majesty or beauty of the everlasting hills, but from their utilitarian 'convenience' for practical purposes: You ask us why the soil the thistle breeds; The Author might a nobler world have made, The glebe untilled might plenteous crops have borne, But He his creature gave a fertile soil, Man might have ease enjoyed, though never fame. You say the hills, which high in air arise, In mountains, hills, and rocks, which gird and bind The lofty lines abound with endless store Basse relieve was one of many ways (bas relieve, bass relief, base relief) in which bas-relief used to be spelt in English. Sir Samuel Garth, an eminent London physician, was born in 1661 at Bowland Forest in the West Riding of Yorkshire, and educated at Ingleton, Peterhouse (Cambridge), and Leyden, taking his M.D. in 1691, and being elected a Fellow of the College of Physicians in 1693. In 1699 he published his poem of The Dispensary, to aid the College in a war they were then waging with the apothecaries. The latter, supported by some of the physicians, had ventured to prescribe as well as compound medicines; and the physicians advertised that they would give advice gratis to the poor, and establish a dispensary of their own for the sale of cheap medicines. 'The original of this difference,' Garth said in the preface, 'has been of some standing, though it did not break out into fury and excess until the time of the erecting of the dispensary, a room in the college set up for the relief of the sick poor.' The College triumphed ; but in 1703 the House of Lords decided that apothecaries were entitled to exercise the privilege Garth and his brother-physicians resisted. Garth was a popular and kindly man, a firm Whig, yet the early encourager of Pope; and when Dryden died he pronounced a Latin oration over his remains. With Addison he was, politically and personally, on terms of the closest intimacy. On the accession of George I. he was knighted with Marlborough's sword, and received the double appointment of Physician-in-Ordinary to the King and Physician-General to the Army. He edited Ovid's Metamorphoses, 'translated by the most eminent hands,' in 1717, and wrote a good many prologues and occasional poems and verses, such as those inscribed on the toastglasses of the Kit-Cat Club, of which he was a member. He died 18th January 1719, and was buried in the chancel of the church at Harrowon-the-Hill. Pope praised him as 'the best good Christian he, although he knows it not;' and Bolingbroke, in oddly similar terms, called him 'the best-natured ingenious wild man I ever knew.' The Dispensary is a mock-heroic poem in six cantos, designed, Garth said, 'to rally some of our disaffected members into a sense of their duty; it culminates in a grand combat between physicians and apothecaries. Envy and Disease play a large part, and a delegate is finally sent to the shades to consult Harvey on the matter in dispute. In the management of the plot Garth took hints both from Boileau's Some Lutrin and from Dryden's MacFlecknoe. of the leading apothecaries of the day are happily ridiculed; but the interest of the satire has largely passed away. It opens thus: Speak, goddess! since 'tis thou that best canst tell Not far from that most celebrated place The Old Bailey Now she unfolds the faint and dawning strife While the more loose flow from the vital urn, To extend its recent form, and stretch to man ; Hence 'tis we wait the wondrous cause to find But now no grand inquiries are descried; Feuds are increased, and learning laid aside; The poem proceeds to show how the slumbers of the god a effectively and finally disturbed. The Sloane named so disrespe fully is the famous Sir Hans, who was one of the first subscribe to the Dispensary. On Death. 'Tis to the vulgar death too harsh appears; To die is landing on some silent shore, 'Tis what the guilty fear, the pious crave; (From Canto ii) Often-quoted fragments of the Dispensary are: Though possession be the undoubted view, Garth wrote the epilogue to Addison's traged In the same poem occurs the couplet : The woes of wedlock with the joys we mix; "Tis best repenting in a coach and six. |