A crew, that scandalize the nation more TO THE UNKNOWN AUTHOR* OF THE FOLLOWING POEM, AND THAT OF ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL Tuus pious ignorance, with dubious praise, Nor can we doubt, when such these numbers are, Their sacred worth in humble verse declare. As gentle Thames, charmed with thy tuneful song, No rebel stone, no lofty bank, does brave Yet soft as down upon the wings of love. How much more charming, when much less severe ! *There seems to have been some uncertainty, both among Tories and Whigs, concerning the author of "The Medal." Settle, himself, did not recognize the hand of Dryden; for he thus expresses himself :—“ I am not of opinion, that the author of " The Medal," and that of" Absalom and Achitophel," is one person, since the style and painting is far different, and their satires are of a different hue, the one being a much more slovenly beast than the other; yet, since they desire to be thought so, let the one bear the reproaches of the other."-Preface to Medal Reversed. You insinuate loyalty with kind deceit, So the sweet Thracian, with his charming lyre, So he the savage herd to reason drew, Oh that you would, with some such powerful charm, Whether much-suffering Charles shall theme afford, In vain the waves assault the unmoved shore, In vain the winds with mingled fury roar, Fair Albion's beauteous cliffs shine whiter than before. Nor shalt thou move, though hell thy fall conspire, Ah stiff-necked Israel on blest Canaan's soil! Are those dear proofs of heaven's indulgence vain, Is it in vain thou all the goods dost know, Auspicious stars on mortals shed below, While all thy streams with milk, thy lands with honey flow? No more, fond isle! no more thyself engaged, In civil fury, and intestine rage, No rebel zeal thy duteous land molest, But a smooth calm sooth every peaceful breast, 3 |