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WELL then! upon the great Succefs of this

enormous Play the Nonjuror, poor Mr. Pope laments the Decay of Poetry; though the Impolitenefs of the Piece, is his only infinuated Objection against it. How nice are the Noftrils of this delicate Critick! This indeed is a Scent, that thofe widemouth'd Hounds the Daily-Paper Criticks could never hit off! though they pursued it with the Imputation of every Offence that could run down a Play Yet Impolitenefs at leaft they overfaw. No! they did not disguise their real Diflike, as the prudent Mr. Pope did; they all fairly fpoke out, and in full Cry open'd against it, only for its fo audacioufly expofing the facred Character of a lurking, treafon-hatching Jefuit, and for inhumanly ridiculing the confcientious Cause of an honeft deluded Jacobite Gentleman. Now may we not as well fay to Mr. Pope, Hinc illa Lachryma! Here was his real Difguft to the Play! For if Impolitenefs could have fo offended him, he would never have beftowed fuch Encomiums upon the Beggar's Opera, which, whatever Beauties it might boaft, Poktenefs certainly was not one of its moft ftriking Features. No, no! if the Play had not fo impudently fallen upon the poor Enemies of the Government, Mr. Pope, poffibly, might have been lefs an Enemy to the Play: But he has a charitable Heart, and cannot bear to fee his Friends derided in their Diftrefs: Therefore you may have obferved, whenever the Government cenfures a Man of Confequence for any extraordinary Difaffection to it; then is Mr. Pope's Time generously to brighten and lift him up with Virtues, which never had been fo confpicuous in him before. Now, though he may be led into all this, by his thinking it a religious Duty; yet thofe who are of a different Religion may G 3 fure

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fure be equally excufed, if they should notwithstanding look upon him as their Enemy. But to my Pure pose.

Whatever might be his real Objections to it, Mr. Pope is at leaft fo juft to the Play, as to own it had great Succefs, though it grieved him to fee it; perhaps too he would have been more grieved, had he then known, that his late Majefty, when I had the Honour to kifs his Hand, upon my prefenting my Dedication of it, was graciously pleafed, out of his Royal Bounty, to order me two Hundred Pounds for it. Yes, Sir! 'tis true-fuch was the Depravity of the Times, you will fay, and fo enormous was the Reward of fuch a Play as the Nonjuror !

He expoftulates with him concerning the various Strokes he has given him in the Dunciad, and pleading his own Caufe not amifs, proves himself (Odes and Tragedies excepted) no Dunce. Then proceeds to the Line above quoted:

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And has not Colley too his Lord and Whore,

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To this he pleads guilty in a Manner, though he de nies it to be poffible for Mr. Pope to have certain Knowledge of any Amour of his, but charges it back upon him, to which, he fays, he was an Eyewitnefs; and tells a comical loofe Story of a Noble man, who enticed Mr. Pope from Button's to a Brothel: The particular Circumftances are nothing to the Proof which was pofitive, and Mr. Cibber dragged him from the private Room; my Lord all the while ftanding tittering without, called Mr. Cibber Puppy for fpoiling the Diverfion he propofed himself. In this Manner he revenged himself, and indeed we think fairly, on Mr. Pope, whofe Friend's Reply (who is but a Bungler) made ftill more Sport for the

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Town, and caus'd another Letter, and fuppofing the Advocate of Mr. Pope's to be a Parfon (and really by the miserable Stile we should guefs fo) Mr. Cibber fays:

Would it not become a Divine (though a Poet "might fay any Thing) when he detracts from any Man's Character in fo publick a Manner, to have his Affertions (though they were true) back'd "with a little better Evidence? Left the Licence of "his Pen fhould be thought a Vice of a deeper Dye, ❝than any you have accus'd me of ?"

If this Perfon does no better for Mr. Pope in other Things, than he has done in this, we believe he had better (if his Intereft don't fuffer by it) let his, i.e. Mr. Pope's Fame and Writings quite alone; we are particularly fearful for the Effay on Criticifin, on which we have not yet had Time (as not having much Leifure for Trifles) to read the Commentation.

But we were speaking of the Epiftle to Dr. Arbuthnot, in which he does not forget Mr. Ambrofe Philips, there having been Enmity fown between them ever fince the Writing of Mr. Pope's Paftorals, which grew by Degrees to almoft the Breach of the Peace between them; it was reported, that Mr. Philips procur'd a great Rod, fhow'd it at Button's Coffee-Houfe, then reforted to by all the reigning Wits and Poets, and had it stuck up in the publick Coffee Room, vowing to exercise it upon Mr. Pope whenever he should meet him there; but this is not true, he said some foolish Things once concerning Mr. Pope, but not what was reported; for a Proof of this, we refer to a Letter of Mr. Pope's to an honourable Gentleman, dated June 8, 1714.

HE Queftion you ask in Relation to Mr. Addifon and Philits, I fhall answer in a few Words.

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Mr. Philips did express himself with much Indignation against me one Evening at Button's Coffee-house (as I was told) faying, That I was entered into a Cabal with Dean Swift and others, to write against the Whig-Intereft, and in particular to undermine his own Reputation, and that of his Friends Steele and Addifon. But Mr. Philips never open'd his Lips to my Face, on this or any other like Occafion, tho' I was almost every Night in the fame Room with him, nor ever offer'd me any Indecorum. Mr. Addifon came to me a Night or two after Philips had talk'd in this idle Manner, and affured me of his Difbelief of what had been faid, of the Friendship we fhould always maintain, and derfir'd I would fay nothing further of it. My Lord Halifax did me the Honour to ftir in this Matter, by speaking to feveral People to ob• viate a false Afperfion, which might have done me no fmall Prejudice with one Party. However Philips did all he could, fecretly to continue the Report with "the Hanover Club, and kept in his Hands the Subfcriptions paid for me to him, as Secretary to that Club. The Heads of it have fince given him to understand, that they take it ill; but (upon the Terms I ought to be with a Man whom I think to be a Scoundrel) I would not even afk him for this Money, but commiffioned one of the Players, his Equals, to receive it. This is the whole Matter; but as to the fecret Grounds of Philips's Malignity, they will make a very pleasant Hiftory when we meet. Mr. Congreve and fome others have been much diverted with it, and most of the Gentlemen of the Hanover Club have made it the Subject of their Ridicule on their Secretary. It is to this Management of Philips that the World owes Mr. Gay's Paftorals. The ingenious Author is extremely your Servant, and would have comply'd with your kind Invitation, but that

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he is juft now appointed Secretary to my Lord Clarendon, in his Embaffy to Hanover.

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I am fenfible of the Zeal and Friendship with which I am fure you will always defend your Friend in his Abfence, "from all thofe little Tales and Calumnies, which a Man of any Genius or Merit is born to. I fhall never complain while I am happy in fuch noble Defenders, and in such contemptible Opponents. May their Envy and ill Nature ever increase, to the Glory and Pleasure of those they would injure; may they reprefent me represent me what they will, as long as you think me what I am, Your most devoted Servant, &c. A. POPE.

This we hope will clear Mr. Philips from fuch illmanner'd and unlawful Intentions, without that, there was enough pafs'd to keep up perpetual Animofity, and draw from Mr. Pope in the Epiftle we are speaking of, the following Lines:

The Bard whom pilf'red Paftorals renown, Who turns a Perfian Tale for half a Crown, Juft writes to make his Barrennefs appear, And ftrains, from hard-bound Brains, eight Lines a He, who still wanting tho' he lives on Theft, [Year: Steals much, fpends little, yet has nothing left: And he, who now to Senfe, now Nonsense leaning, Means not, but blunders round about a Meaning: And he, whofe Fuftian's fo fublimely bad, It is not Poetry, but Profe run mad: All these my modeft Satire bade translate, And own'd that nine fuch Poets made a Tate,

This Gentleman was, as he is often ftil'd, the ingenious Author of the Dijirefs'd Mother, chiefly a

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