But how, blest sovereign! shall th'unpractis'd muse

These recent honours of thy reign rehearse!

How to thy virtues turn her dazzled views,

Or consecrate thy deeds in equal verse!

Amidst the field of horrors wide display'd,

How paint the calm[4] that smil'd upon, thy brow!

Or speak that thought which every part surveyed,

'Directing where the rage of war should glow:'[5]

While watchful angels hover'd round thy head,

And victory on high the palm of glory spread.

XIV.

Nor royal youth reject the artless praise,

Which due to worth like thine the Muse bestows,

Who with prophetic extasy surveys

These early wreaths of fame adorn thy brows.

Aspire like Nassau in the glorious strife,

Keep thy great fires' examples full in eye;

But oh! for Britain's sake, consult a life

The noblest triumphs are too mean to buy;

And while you purchase glory--bear in mind,

A prince's truest fame is to protect mankind.

XV.

Alike in arts and arms acknowledg'd great,

Let Stair accept the lays he once could own!

Nor Carteret, thou the column of the state!

The friend of science! on the labour frown!

Nor shall, unjust to foreign worth, the Muse

In silence Austria's valiant chiefs conceal;

While Aremberg's heroic line she views,

And Neiperg's conduct strikes even envy pale:

Names Gallia yet shall further learn to fear,

And Britain, grateful still, shall treasure up as dear!

XIX.

But oh! acknowledg'd victor in the field,

What thanks, dread sovereign, shall thy toils reward!

Such honours as delivered nations yield,

Such for thy virtues justly stand prepar'd:

When erst on Oudenarde's decisive plain,

Before thy youth, the Gaul defeated fled,

The eye of fate[6] foresaw on distant Maine,

The laurels now that shine around thy head:

Oh should entwin'd with these fresh Olives bloom!

Thy Triumphs then would shame the pride of antient Rome.

XX.

Mean time, while from this fair event we shew

That British valour happily survives,

And cherish'd by the king's propitious view,

The rising plant of glory sweetly thrives!

Let all domestic faction learn to cease,

Till humbled Gaul no more the world alarms:

Till GEORGE procures to Europe solid peace,

A peace secur'd by his victorious arms:

And binds in iron fetters ear to ear,

Ambition, Rapine, Havock, and Despair,

With all the ghastly fiends of desolating war.

FOOTNOTES:

[1] A Profession, which in that City is denominated a Writer.

[2] Savage.

[3] During his abode at Reading an accident had like to have put an end

to his follies and his life together; for he had the ill-luck to

fall from his garret down the whole flight of stairs; but being

destined to lengthen out a useless life for some time longer, he

escaped with only a severe bruising.

[4] The King gave his orders with the utmost calmness, tho' no body was

more expos'd.

[5]

Inspir'd repuls'd battalions to engage,

And taught the doubtful battle where to rage.

Mr. Addison's Campaign.

[6] His Majesty early distinguished himself as a volunteer at the battle

of Oudenarde, in 1708.

* * * * *

Sir RICHARD BLACKMORE.

This eminent poet and physician was son of Mr. Robert Blackmore, an

Attorney at Law. He received his early education at a private country

school, from whence, in the 13th year of his age, he was removed to

Westminster, and in a short time after to the university of Oxford,

where he continued thirteen years.

In the early period of our author's life he was a Schoolmaster, as

appears by a satirical copy of verses Dr. Drake wrote against him,

consisting of upwards of forty lines, of which the following are very

pungent.

By nature form'd, by want a pedant made,

Blackmore at first set up the whipping trade:

Next quack commenc'd; then fierce with pride he swore,

That tooth-ach, gout, and corns should be no more.

In vain his drugs, as well as birch he tried;

His boys grew blockheads, and his patients died.

Some circumstances concurring, it may be presumed in Sir Richard's

favour, he travelled into Italy, and at Padua took his degrees in

physic[1].

He gratified his curiosity in visiting France, Germany, and the Low

Countries, and after spending a year and a half in this delightful

exercise, he returned to England. As Mr. Blackmore had made physic his

chief study, so he repaired to London to enter upon the practice of it,

and no long after he was chosen fellow of the Royal College of

Physicians, by the charter of King James II. Sir Richard had seen too

much of foreign slavery to be fond of domestic chains, and therefore

early declared himself in favour of the revolution, and espoused those

principles upon which it was effected. This zeal, recommended him to

King William, and in the year 1697 he was sworn one of his physicians in

ordinary. He was honoured by that Prince with a gold medal and chain,

was likewise knighted by him, and upon his majesty's death was one of

those who gave their opinion in the opening of the king's body. Upon

Queen Anne's accession to the throne, he was appointed one of her

physicians, and continued so for some time.

This gentleman is author of more original poems, of a considerable

length, besides a variety of other works, than can well be conceived

could have been composed by one man, during the longest period of human

life. He was a chaste writer; he struggled in the cause of virtue, even

in those times, when vice had the countenance of the great, and when an

almost universal degeneracy prevailed. He was not afraid to appear the

advocate of virtue, in opposition to the highest authority, and no

lustre of abilities in his opponents could deter him from stripping vice

of those gaudy colours, with which poets of the first eminence had

cloathed her.

An elegant writer having occasion to mention the state of wit in the

reign of King Charles II, characterizes the poets in the following

manner;

The wits of Charles found easier ways to fame:

Nor sought for Johnson's art, nor Shakespear's flame:

Themselves they studied; as they lived, they writ,

Intrigue was plot, obscenity was wit.

Their cause was gen'ral, their supports were strong,

Their slaves were willing, and their reign was long.

Mr. Pope somewhere says,

Unhappy Dryden--in all Charles's days,

Roscommon only boasts unspotted lays.

He might likewise have excepted Blackmore, who was not only chaste in

his own writings, but endeavoured to correct those who prostituted the

gifts of heaven, to the inglorious purposes of vice and folly, and he

was, at least, as good a poet as Roscommon.

Sir Richard had, by the freedom of his censures on the libertine writers

of his age, incurred the heavy displeasure of Dryden, who takes all

opportunities to ridicule him, and somewhere says, that he wrote to the

rumbling of his chariot wheels. And as if to be at enmity with Blackmore

had been hereditary to our greatest poets, we find Mr. Pope taking up

the quarrel where Dryden left it, and persecuting this worthy man with

yet a severer degree of satire. Blackmore had been informed by Curl,

that Mr. Pope was the author of a Travestie on the first Psalm, which he

takes occasion to reprehend in his Essay on Polite Learning, vol. ii. p.

270. He ever considered it as the disgrace of genius, that it should be

employed to burlesque any of the sacred compositions, which as they

speak the language of inspiration, tend to awaken the soul to virtue,

and inspire it with a sublime devotion. Warmed in this honourable cause,

he might, perhaps, suffer his zeal to transport him to a height, which

his enemies called enthusiasm; but of the two extremes, no doubt can be

made, that Blackmore's was the safest, and even dullness in favour of

virtue (which, by the way, was not the case with Sir Richard) is more

tolerable than the brightest parts employed in the cause of lewdness and

debauchery.

The poem for which Sir Richard had been most celebrated, was,

undoubtedly, his Creation, now deservedly become a classic. We cannot

convey a more amiable idea of this great production, than in the words

of Mr. Addison, in his Spectator, Number 339, who, after having

criticised on that book of Milton, which gives an account of the Works

of Creation, thus proceeds, 'I cannot conclude this book upon the

Creation, without mentioning a poem which has lately appeared under that

title. The work was undertaken with so good an intention, and executed

with so great a mastery, that it deserves to be, looked upon as one of

the most useful and noble productions in our English verse. The reader

cannot but be pleased to find the depths of philosophy, enlivened with

all the charms of poetry, and to see so great a strength of reason

amidst so beautiful a redundancy of the imagination. The author has

shewn us that design in all the works of nature, which necessarily leads

us to the knowledge of its first cause. In short, he has illustrated, by

numberless and incontestable instances, that divine wisdom, which the

son of Sirach has so nobly ascribed to the Supreme Being in his

formation of the world, when he tells us, that he _created her, and saw

her, and numbered her, and poured her out upon all his works_.'

The design of this excellent poem is to demonstrate the self-existence

of an eternal mind, from the created and dependent existence of the

universe, and to confute the hypothesis of the Epicureans and the

Fatalists, under whom all the patrons of impiety, ancient and modern, of

whatsoever denomination may be ranged. The first of whom affirm, the

world was in time caused by chance, and the other, that it existed from

eternity without a cause. 'Tis true, both these acknowledge the

existence of Gods, but by their absurd and ridiculous description of

them, it is plain, they had nothing else in view, but to avoid the

obnoxious character of atheistical philosophers. To adorn this poem, no

embellishments are borrowed from the exploded and obsolete theology of

the ancient idolaters of Greece and Rome; no rapturous invocations are

addressed to their idle deities, nor any allusions to their fabulous

actions. 'I have more than once (says Sir Richard) publicly declared my

opinion, that a Christian poet cannot but appear monstrous and

ridiculous in a Pagan dress. That though it should be granted, that the

Heathen religion might be allowed a place in light and loose songs, mock

heroic, and the lower lyric compositions, yet in Christian poems, of the

sublime and greater kind, a mixture of the Pagan theology must, by all

who are masters of reflexion and good sense, be condemned, if not as

impious, at least, as impertinent and absurd. And this is a truth so

clear and evident, that I make no doubt it will, by degrees, force its

way, and prevail over the contrary practice. Should Britons recover

their virtue, and reform their taste, they could no more bear the

Heathen religion in verse, than in prose. Christian poets, as well as

Christian preachers, the business of both being to instruct the people,

though the last only are wholly appropriated to it, should endeavour to

confirm, and spread their own religion. If a divine should begin his

sermon with a solemn prayer to Bacchus or Apollo, to Mars or Venus, what

would the people think of their preacher? and is it not as really,

though not equally absurd, for a poet in a great and serious poem,

wherein he celebrates some wonderful and happy event of divine

providence, or magnifies the illustrious instrument that was honoured to

bring the event about, to address his prayer to false deities, and cry

for help to the abominations of the heathen?'

Mr. Gildon, in his Compleat Art of Poetry, after speaking of our author

in the most respectful terms, says, 'that notwithstanding his merit,

this admirable author did not think himself upon the same footing with

Homer.' But how different is the judgment of Mr. Dennis, who, in this

particular, opposes his friend Mr. Gildon.

'Blackmore's action (says he) has neither unity, integrity, morality,

nor universality, and consequently he can have no fable, and no heroic

poem. His narration is neither probable, delightful, nor wonderful. His

characters have none of these necessary qualifications.--The things

contained in his narrations, are neither in their own nature delightful

nor numerous enough, nor rightly disposed, nor surprizing, nor

pathetic;' nay he proceeds so far as to say Sir Richard has no genius;

first establishing it as a principle, 'That genius is known by a furious

joy, and pride of soul, on the conception of an extraordinary hint. Many

men (says he) have their hints without these motions of fury and pride

of soul; because they want fire enough to agitate their spirits; and

these we call cold writers. Others who have a great deal of fire, but

have not excellent organs, feel the fore-mentioned motions, without the

extraordinary hints; and these we call fustian writers.'

And he declares, that Sir Richard hath neither the hints nor the

motions[2]. But Dennis has not contented himself, with charging

Blackmore with want of genius; but has likewise the following remarks to

prove him a bad Church of England man: These are his words. 'All Mr.

Blackmore's coelestial machines, as they cannot be defended so much as

by common received opinion, so are they directly contrary to the

doctrine of the church of England, that miracles had ceased a long time

before prince Arthur come into the world. Now if the doctrine of the

church of England be true, as we are obliged to believe, then are all

the coelestial machines of prince Arthur unsufferable, as wanting not

only human but divine probability. But if the machines are sufferable,

that is, if they have so much as divine probability, then it follows of

necessity, that the doctrine of the church is false; so that I leave it

to every impartial clergyman to consider.'

If no greater objection could be brought against Blackmore's Prince

Arthur, than those raised by Mr. Dennis, the Poem would be faultless;

for what has the doctrine of the church of England to do with an epic

poem? It is not the doctrine of the church of England, to suppose that

the apostate spirits put the power of the Almighty to proof, by openly

resisting his will, and maintaining an obstinate struggle with the

angels commissioned by him, to drive them from the mansions of the

bless'd; or that they attempted after their perdition, to recover heaven

by violence. These are not the doctrines of the church of England; but

they are conceived in a true spirit of poetry, and furnish those

tremendous descriptions with which Milton has enriched his Paradise

Lost.

Whoever has read Mr. Dryden's dedication of his Juvenal, will there

perceive, that in that great man's opinion, coelestial machines might

with the utmost propriety be introduced in an Epic Poem, built upon a

christian model; but at the same time he adds, 'The guardian angels of

states and kingdoms are not to be managed by a vulgar hand.'

Perhaps it may be true, that the guardian angels of states and kingdoms

may have been too powerful for the conduct of Sir Richard Blackmore; but

he has had at least the merit of paving the way, and has set an example

how Epic Poems may be written, upon the principles of christianity; and

has enjoyed a comfort of which no bitterness, or raillery can deprive

him, namely the virtuous intention of doing good, and as he himself

expresses it, 'of rescuing the Muses from the hands of ravishers,

and restoring them again to their chaste and pure mansions.'

Sir Richard Blackmore died on the 9th of October 1729, in an advanced

age; and left behind him the character of a worthy man, a great poet,

and a friend to religion. Towards the close of his life, his business as

a physician declined, but as he was a man of prudent conduct, it is not

to be supposed that he was subjected to any want by that accident, for

in his earlier years he was considered amongst the first in his

profession, and his practice was consequently very extensive.

The decay of his employment might partly be owing to old age and

infirmities, which rendered him less active than before, and partly to

the diminution his character might suffer by the eternal war, which the

wits waged against him, who spared neither bitterness nor calumny; and,

perhaps, Sir Richard may be deemed the only poet, who ever suffered for

having too much religion and morality.

The following is the most accurate account we could obtain of his

writings, which for the sake of distinction we have divided into

classes, by which the reader may discern how various and numerous his

compositions are--To have written so much upon so great a variety of

subjects, and to have written nothing contemptibly, must indicate a

genius much superior to the common standard.--His versification is

almost every where beautiful; and tho' he has been ridiculed in the

Treatise of the Bathos, published in Pope's works, for being too minute

in his descriptions of the objects of nature; yet it rather proceeded

from a philosophical exactness, than a penury of genius.

It is really astonishing to find Dean Swift, joining issue with less

religious wits, in laughing at Blackmore's works, of which he makes a

ludicrous detail, since they were all written in the cause of virtue,

which it was the Dean's business more immediately to support, as on this

account he enjoy'd his preferment: But the Dean perhaps, was one of

those characters, who chose to sacrifice his cause to his joke. This was

a treatment Sir Richard could never have expected at the hands of a

clergyman.

A List of Sir Richard Blackmore's

Works.

THEOLOGICAL.

I. Just Prejudices against the Arian Hypothesis, Octavo. 1725

II. Modern Arians Unmask'd, Octavo, 1721

III. Natural Theology; or Moral Duties considered apart from positive;

with some Observations on the Desirableness and Necessity of a

super-natural Revelation, Octavo, 1728

IV. The accomplished Preacher; or an Essay upon Divine Eloquence,

Octavo, 1731

This Tract was published after the author's death, in pursuance of his

express order, by the Reverend Mr. John White of Nayland in Essex; who

attended on Sir Richard during his last illness, in which he manifested

an elevated piety towards God, and faith in Christ, the Saviour of the

World. Mr. White also applauds him as a person in whose character great

candour and the finest humanity were the prevailing qualities. He

observes also that he had the greatest veneration for the clergy of the

Church of England, whereof he was a member. No one, says he, did more

highly magnify our office, or had a truer esteem and honour for our

persons, discharging our office as we ought, and supporting the holy

character we bear, with an unblameable conversation,

POETICAL.

I. Creation, a Philosophical Poem, demonstrating the Existence and

Providence of God, in seven Books, Octavo, 1712

II. The Redeemer, a Poem in six Books, Octavo, 1721

III. Eliza, a Poem in ten Books, Folio, 1705

IV. King Arthur, in ten Books, 1697

V. Prince Arthur, in ten Books, 1695

VI. King Alfred, in twelve books, Octavo, 1723

VII. A Paraphrase on the Book of Job; the Songs of Moses, Deborah and

David; the ii. viii. ciii. cxiv, cxlviii. Psalms. Four chapters of

Isaiah, and the third of Habbakkuk, Folio and Duodecimo, 1716

VIII. A New Version of the Book of Psalms, Duodecimo, 1720

IX. The Nature of Man, a Poem in three Books, Octavo, 1720

X. A Collection of Poems, Octavo, 1716

XI. Essays on several Subjects, 2 vols. Octavo. Vol. I. On Epic Poetry,

Wit, False Virtue, Immortality of the Soul, Laws of Nature, Origin of

Civil Power. Vol. II. On Athesim, Spleen, Writing, Future Felicity,

Divine Love. 1716

XII. History of the Conspiracy against King William the IIId, 1696,

Octavo, 1723

MEDICINAL.

I. A Discourse on the Plague, with a preparatory Account of Malignant

Fevers, in two Parts; containing an Explication of the Nature of those

Diseases, and the Method of Cure, Octavo, 1720

II. A Treatise on the Small-Pox, in two Parts; containing an Account of

the Nature, and several Kinds of that Disease; with the proper Methods

of Cure: And a Dissertation upon the modern Practice of Inoculation,

Octavo, 1722

III. A Treatise on Consumptions, and other Distempers belonging to the

Breast and Lungs, Octavo, 1724

VI. A Treatise on the Spleen and Vapours; or Hyppocondriacal and

Hysterical Affections; with three Discourses on the Nature and Cure of

the Cholic, Melancholly and Palsy, Octavo, 1725

V. A Critical Dissertation upon the Spleen, so far as concerns the

following Question, viz. Whether the Spleen is necessary or useful to

the animal possessed of it? 1725

VI. Discourses on the Gout, Rheumatism, and the King's Evil; containing

an Explanation of the Nature, Causes, and different Species of those

Diseases, and the Method of curing them, Octavo, 1726

VII. Dissertations on a Dropsy, a Tympany, the Jaundice, the Stone, and

the Diabetes, Octavo, 1727

Single POEMS by Sir _Richard Blackmore_.

I. His Satire against Wit, Folio, 1700

II. His Hymn to the Light of the World; with a short Description of the

Cartoons at Hampton-Court, Folio, 1703

III. His Advice to the Poets, Folio, 1706

IV. His Kit-Kats, Folio, 1708

It might justly be esteemed an injury to Blackmore, to dismiss his life

without a specimen from his beautiful and philosophical Poem on the

Creation. In his second Book he demonstrates the existence of a God,

from the wisdom and design which appears in the motions of the heavenly

orbs; but more particularly in the solar system. First in the situation

of the Sun, and its due distance from the earth. The fatal consequences

of its having been placed, otherwise than it is. Secondly, he considers

its diurnal motion, whence the change of the day and night proceeds;

which we shall here insert as a specimen of the elegant versification,

and sublime energy of this Poem.

Next see Lucretian Sages, see the Sun,

His course diurnal, and his annual run.

How in his glorious race he moves along,

Gay as a bridegroom, as a giant strong.

How his unweari'd labour he repeats,

Returns at morning, and at eve retreats;

And by the distribution of his light,

Now gives to man the day, and now the night:

Night, when the drowsy swain, and trav'ler cease

Their daily toil, and sooth their limbs with ease;

When all the weary sons of woe restrain

Their yielding cares with slumber's silken chain,

Solace sad grief, and lull reluctant pain.

And while the sun, ne'er covetous of rest,

Flies with such rapid speed from east to west,

In tracks oblique he thro' the zodiac rolls,

Between the northern and the southern poles;

From which revolving progress thro' the skies.

The needful seasons of the year arise:

And as he now advances, now retreats,

Whence winter colds proceed, and summer heats,

He qualifies, and chears the air by turns,

Which winter freezes, and which summer burns.

Thus his kind rays the two extremes reduce,

And keep a temper fit for nature's use.

The frost and drought by this alternate pow'r.

The earth's prolific energy restore.

The lives of man and beast demand the change;

Hence fowls the air, and fish the ocean range.

Of heat and cold, this just successive reign,

Which does the balance of the year maintain,

The gard'ner's hopes, and farmer's patience props,

Gives vernal verdure, and autumnal crops.

FOOTNOTES:

[1] Jacob.

[2] Preface to Remarks on Prince Arthur, octavo 1696.

* * * * *

Mr. JAMES THOMSON.

This celebrated poet, from whom his country has derived the most

distinguished honour, was son of the revd. Mr. Thomson, a minister of

the church of Scotland, in the Presbytery of Jedburgh.

He was born in the place where his father was minister, about the

beginning of the present century, and received the rudiments of his

education at a private country school. Mr. Thomson, in the early part of

his life, so far from appearing to possess a sprightly genius, was

considered by his school master, and those which directed his education,

as being really without a common share of parts.

While he was improving himself in the Latin and Greek tongues at this

country school, he often visited a minister, whose charge lay in the

same presbytery with his father's, the revd. Mr. Rickerton, a man of

such amazing powers, that many persons of genius, as well as Mr.

Thomson, who conversed with him, have been astonished, that such great

merit should be buried in an obscure part of the country, where he had

no opportunity to display himself, and, except upon periodical meetings

of the ministers, seldom an opportunity of conversing with men of

learning.

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