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poets, was one of his first encouragers. His regard was gained by the Pastorals, and from him Pope received the counsel by which he seems to have regulated his studies. Walsh advised him to correctness, which, as he told him, the English poets had hitherto neglected, and which therefore was left to him as a basis of fame: and, being de. lighted with rural poems, recommended to him to write a pastoral comedy, like those which are read so eagerly in Italy; a design which Pope probably did not approve, as he did not follow it.
Pope had now declared himself a poet; and, thinking himself entitled to poetical conversation, began at seventeen to frequent Will's, a coffeehouse on the north side of Russell-street in Covent-garden, where the wits of that time used to assemble, and where Dryden had, when he lived, been accustomed to preside.
During this period of his life he was indefatiga. bly diligent and insatiably curious ; wanting health for violent and money for expensive pleasures; and baving excited in himself very strong desires of intellectual eminence, he spent much of his time over his books; but he read only to store his mind with facts and images, seizing all that his authors. presented with undistinguishable voracity, and with an appetite for knowledge too eager to be nice. In a mind like his, however, all the facul ties were at once involuntarily improving. Judgment is forced upon ys by experience. He that reads many books must compare one opinion or one style with another; and, when he compares, must necessarily distinguish, reject, and prefer. But the account given by himself of his studies was, that from fourteen to twenty he read only for amusement, from twenty to twenty-seven for im. provement and instruction; that in the first part of this time he desired only to know, and in the second he endeavoured to judge.
The Pastorals, which had been for some time,
handed about among poets and critics, were at last printed (1709) in Tonson's “Miscellany," in a vo. lume which began with the Pastorals of Philips and ended with those of Pope.
The same year was written the “Essay on Criticism;" a work which displays such extent of comprehension, such nicety of distinction, such aci quaintance with mankind, and such knowledge both of ancient and modern learning, as are not often attained by the maturest age and longest expe rience. It was published about two years afterwards; and, being praised by Addison in “The Spectator"* with sufficient liberality, met with so much favour as enraged Dennis, “ who,” he says, “ found himself attacked, without any manner of provocation on his side, and attacked in his person, instead of his writings, by one who was whol. ly a stranger to him, at a time when all the world knew he was persecuted by fortune; and not only saw that this was attempted in a clandestine man. ner, with the utmost falsehood and calumny, but found that all this was done by a little affected hy. pocrite, who had nothing in his mouth at the same time but truth, candour, friendship, good-nature, humanity, and magnanimity."
How the attack was clandestine is not easily per. ceived, nor how his person is depreciated; but he seems to have known soinething of Pope's character, in whom may be discovered an appetite to talk too frequently of his own virtues.
The pamphlet is such as rage might be expected to dictate. He supposes himself to be asked two questions; whether the Essay will succeed, and who or what is the author.
* No. 253. But, according to Dr. Warton, Pope was displeased at one passage, in which Addison censures the admission of "some strokes of ill-nature."-C.
Its success he admits to be secured by the false opinions then prevalent; the author he concludes to be “young and raw.”
“ First, because he discovers a sufficiency beyond his little ability, and hath rashly undertaken a task infinitely above his force. Secondly, while this little author struts, and affects the dictatorian air, he plainly shews, that at the same time he is under the rod; and, while he pretends to give laws to others, is a pedantic slave to authority and upi. nion. Thirdly, he hath, like schoolboys, borrowed both from living and dead. Fourthly, he knows not his own mind, and frequently contradicts him. self. Fifthly, he is almost perpetually in the wrong."
All these positions he attempts to prove by quotations and remarks; but his desire to do mischief is greater than his power. He has, however, justly criticised some passages in these lines :
There are whom Heaven has bless'd with store
of wit, Yet want as much again to manage it; For Wit and Judgment ever are at strife
It is apparent that wit has two meanings, and that what is wanted, though called wit, is truly judgment. So far Dennis is undoubtedly right: but, not content with argument, he will have a little mirth, and triumphs over the first couplet in terms too elegant to be forgotten. “By the way, what rare numbers are here ! Would not one swear that this youngster had espoused some antiquated muse, who had sued out a divorce on account of impotence from some superannuated sinner; and, having been p-xed by her former spouse, has got the gout in her decrepit age, which makes her hobble so damnably?" This was the man who would reform nation sinking into barbarity.
In another place Pope himself allowed that Den
nis had detected one of those blunders which are called “ bulls." The first edition had this line : What is this WitWhere wanted, scorn'd; and envied where acquir'd?
“How,” says the critic, “can wit be scorned where it is not? Is not this a figure frequently em ployed in Hibernian land ? The person that wants this wit may indeed be scorned, but the scorn shews the honour which the contemner has for wit.”. Of this remark Pope made the proper use, by correcting the passage.
I have preserved, I think, all that is redsonable in Dennis's criticism; it remains that justice be done to his delicacy. “For his acquaintance (says Dennis) he names Mr. Walsh, who had by no means the qualification which this author reckons absolutely necessary to a critic, it being very cer. tain that he was, like this Essayer, a very indiffer ent poet; he loved to be well dressed ; and I remember a little young gentleman whom Mr. Walsh used to take into his company, as a double foil to his person and capacity. Inquire, between Sun. ninghill and Oakingham, for a young, short, squab gentleman, the very bow of the god of love, and tell me whether he be a proper author to make per. sonal reflections ?-He may extol the ancients, but he has reason to thank the gods that he was born a modern; for had he been born of Grecian parents, and his father consequently had by law had the absolute disposal of him, his life had been no longer than that of one of his poems, the life of half a day.-Let the person of a gentleman of his parts be never so contemptible, his inward man is ten times more ridiculous; it being impossible that his outward form, though it be that of downright monkey, should differ so much from human shape, as his unthinking immaterial part does from human understanding." Thus began the hostility between Pope and Dennis, which, though it was suspended
for a short time, never was appeased. Pope seems at first, to have attacked him wantonly; but, though he always professed to despise him, he discovers, by mentioning him very often, that he felt his force or his venom.
Of this essay, Pope declared, that he did not ex. ·pect the sale to be quick, because “ not one gentle. man in sixty, even of liberal education, could un. derstand it.” The gentlemen and the education of that time seem to have been of a lower character than they are of this, He mentioned a thousand copies as a numerous impression.
Dennis was not his only censurer: the zealous papists thought the monks treated with too much contempt, and Erasmus too studiously praised; but to these objections he had not much regard.
The Essay has been translated into French by Hamilton, author of the “Comte de Grammout,” whose version was never printed, by Robotham, secretary to the King for Hanover, and by Resnel; and commented by Dr. Warburton, who has discovered in it such order and connexion as was not perceived by Addison, nor, as is said, intended by the author.
Almost every poem consisting of precepts is so far arbitrary and immethodical, that many of the paragraphs may change places with no apparent inconvenience; for of two or more positions de pending upon some remote and general principle there is seldom any cogent reason why one should precede the other. But for the order in which they stand, whatever it be, a little ingenuity may easily give a reason. “ It is possible,” says Hooker, " that, by long circumduction, from any one truth all truth may be inferred.” Of all homogeneous truths, at least of all truths respecting the same general end, in whatever series they may be produced, a concatenation by intermediate ideas may be formed, such as, when it is once shewn, shall appear natural; but if this order be reversed, ano.