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While visits shall be paid on solemn days,
176 What wonder then, fair nymph! thy hairs should feel The conqu’ring force of unrefifted Steel?
NOTES. Mrs. Manley, the author of it, was the daughter of Sir Roger Manley, Governor of Guernsey, and the author of the first volume of the famous Turkish Spy, published, from his papers, by Dr. Midgley. She was known and admired by all the wits of the times. She wrote three plays; Lucius, the last, 1717, was de. dicated to Sir Richard Steele, with whom she had quarrelled fume time before. He wrote the prologue to it, and Prior the epilogue. She was also celebrated by Lord Lansdown. She died in the house of Alderman Barber, Swift's friend; and was said to have been the mistress of the Alderman.
IMITATIONS. VFR. 163, 170.] “ Dum juga montis aper, fluvios dum piscis amabit, Semper honos, nomenque tuum, laudesque manebunt.”
VIRG. Ver. 177.] “ Ille quoque eversus mons est, &c. Quid faciant crines, cum ferro talia cedant ?"
CATULL. de com. Berenices. Pope.
THE RAPE OF THE LOCK.
And secret passions labour'd in her breast.'
For, that fad moment, when the Sylphs withdrew,
VARIATIONS. Ver. 11. 'For, tbat sad moment, &c.] All the lines from hence to the 94th verse, that describe the house of Spleen, are not in the first Edition; instead of them followed only these,
While her rack'd Soul repose and peace requires,
The fierce Thalestris fans the rising fires. And continued at the 94th verse of this Canto. POPE.
IMITATIONS. Ver. 1.] “ At regina gravi,” &c. Virg. Æneid. iv. Pope. Down to the central earth, his proper scene, 15 Repair'd to search the gloomy Cave of Spleen.
Swift on his sooty pinions flits the Gnome, And in a vapour reach'd the dismal dome. No chearful breeze this fullen region knows, The dreaded East is all the wind that blows. Here in a grotto, shelter'd close from air, And screen’d in shades from day's detested glare, She fighs for ever on her pensive bed, Pain at her side, and Megrim at her head. 24
Two handmaids wait the throne: alike in place, But diff’ring far in figure and in face. Here stood Ill-nature like an ancient maid, Her wrinkled form in black and white array'd! With store of pray’rs, for mornings, nights, and noons, Her hand is fill'd; her bosom with lampoons. 30
There Affectation with a fickly mien, Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen,
Thro' me, to Discontent's eternal home!
All ye who enter, every hope forego!" It is thus Mr. Hayley, in allusion to Dante's striking inscription over hell gate, begins his description of the dwelling of Spleen. She and her attendants are afterwards painted with force and spirit in the next 200 verses, and more.
His mild and engaging Serena, her prim and four aunt Penelope, and the good old Squire, are admirable portraits.
Practis'd to lifp, and hang the head aside,
A constant Vapour o'er the palace flies;
40 Dreadful, as hermits' dreams in haunted shades, Or bright, as visions of expiring maids. Now glaring fiends, and snakes on rolling spires, Pale fpe&res, gaping tombs, and purple fires: Now lakes of liquid gold, Elysian scenes, 45 And crystal domes, and Angels in machines.
Unnumber'd throngs, on ev'ry side are seen, Of bodies chang'd to various forms by Spleen. Here living Tea-pots stand, one arm held out, One bent; the handle this, and that the spout: 50 A Pipkin there, like Homer's Tripod walks ; Here fighs a Jar, and there a Goose-pye talks ;
Or bright, as visions of expiring maid..] The Poet by this comparison would infinuate, that the tempta. tions of the mortified Recluses in the Church of Rome, and the extatic visions of their female Saints, were as much she effects
IMITATIONS. VER. 51. Homer's Tripod walks ;] See Hom. Iliad. xviii. cf* Vulcan's walking Tripods.
Pore. Ver. 52. and there a Goose-pye talks ;] Alludes to a real fact, a Lady of distinction imagined herself in this condition. Pore.
prove with child, as pow'rful fancy works, And maids turn'd bottles, call aloud for corks.
Safe past the Gnome through this fantastic band, A branch of healing Spleenwort in his hand. Then thus address’d the pow'r–Hail, wayward Queen! Who rule the sex to fifty from fifteen : Parent of vapours and of female wit, Who give th' hysteric, or poetic fit,
60 On various tempers act by various ways, Make some take physic, others scribble plays; Who cause the proud their visits to delay, And send the godly in a pet to pray. A nymph there is, that all thy pow'r disdains, And thousands more in equal mirth maintains. But oh! if e'er thy Gnome could spoil a grace, Or raise a pimple on a beauteous face, Like Citron-waters matrons' cheeks inflame, Or change complexions at a lofing Game; 70 If e'er with airy horns I planted heads, Or rumpled petticoats, or tumbled beds,
of hypochondriac disorders, the Spleen, or, what was then the fashionable word, the Vapours, as any of the imaginary trans. formations he speaks of afterwards.
WARBURTON. Ver. 53. Men prove with child,] Van Swieten, in his Com. mentaries on Boerhaave, relates, that he knew a man who had ftudied till he fancied his legs to be of glass; his maid bringing wood to his fire, threw it carelessly down ; our fage was angry and terrified for his legs of glass; the girl, out of patience with his megrims, gave him a blow with a log on the parts affected i
instantly ftarted up in a rage, and from that moment recovered the use of his glass legs!