Is he a churchman? Then he's fond of pow'r; A smart free-thinker? Pride. Sour. a Formal. b Peevish. Foppery. All things in an hour. Ask men's opinions—Scoto now shall tell How trade increases, and the world goes well: Strike off his pension by the setting sun, And Britain, if not Europe, is undone. c Contempt. dAdmiration Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Teaching. Tenets with books, and principles with times. Search then the ruling passion. There alone The wild are constant, and the cunning known. This clue once found unravels all the rest; The prospect clears, and Wharton stands confest; Wharton! the scorne and wonder of our days, Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise. Born with whate'er could win it from the wise, Women and fools must like him, or he dies. Though wond'ring senates hung on all he spoke, The club must hail him master of the joke. Shall parts so various aim at nothing new ? He'll shine a Tully and a Wilmot too. Eager. Admiration. Trepidation A salmon's belly, Helluo,' was thy fate;2 The doctor call'd, declares all help too late. “Mercy,” cries Helluo, “mercy on my soul! Is there no hope? Alas! then bring the jowl.”3 "Odious! In woollen! 'Twould a saint provoke," Aversion. Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke. "No; 1 "Helluo" signifies glutton. 2 That is, a surfeit of fresh salmon was thy death. 3 The glutton will continue to indulge his appetite (so indeed will every habitual offender in every kind) in spite of all consequences. Deprecation sickness. Weakness. Expiring. Civil with weakness. Grief. Weeping. Weak. The courtier smooth, who forty years had shin'd An humble servant to all human kind, Just brought out this, when scarce his tongue could stir; I could serve you, sir,” "I give, and I devise," old Euclio said, And sigh'd, "my lands and tenements to Ned." "Your money, sir?” “My money, sir!— What_all? Why-if I must-(then wept)—I give it—Paul.” "The manor, sir?""The manor!" "Hold," he cried, “I cannot—must not part with that”—and died. And you, brave Cobham! at your latest breath Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death. Such in that moment, as in all the past, Praying. Gratitude. Vexation. 'Oh, save my country, heav'n!" shall be your last. XVIII. VEXATION-PERTNESS-CRINGING. Pope. Pope's complaint of the impertinence of scribblers. With serious anguish, and an aching head; 1 Dr. Arbuthnot, his friend and physician. 2 "The world had wanted." Thus far ought to be spoken with great emphasis, as if somewhat very important were coming; and the remaining part of the line, "many an idle song," in a ludicrous manner. Then drop, at last, but in unwilling ears, surprise. Pertness. This saving counsel, “Keep your piece nine years.” Advising. “ Nine years!” cries he, who high in Drury-lane, Offence with Lull'd by soft zephyrs through the broken pane, Rhymes ere he wakes, and prints before term ends, Oblig'd, by hunger and request of friends. “The piece, you think, is incorrect? Why take it. I'm all submission; what you'd have it, make it.” Three things another's modest wishes bound; My friendship, and a prologue, and ten pound. Pitholeon sends to me; You know his Grace. "I want a patron—Ask him for a place." "Pitholeon libell'd ine”— But here's a letter Informs you, sir, 'twas when he knew no better. Dare you refuse him? Curl invites to dine; He'll write a journal, or he'll turn divine.” 66 Bless me! A packet! ""Tis a stranger sues; A virgin tragedy; an orphan muse.” If I dislike it, "Furies! death, and rage!" If I "Commend it to the stage." approve, There, thank my stars, my whole commission ends, The play'rs and I are, luckily, no friends. Vexation. Cringing. a Offence. b Cringing. Threatening Surprise. Anger. Comfort. Fir'd, that the house reject him, "'S death, I'll Anger. print it, And shame the fools-Your int'rest, sir, with Lintot." Cringing. “Lintot (dull rogue !) will think your price too Excuse. much." "Not, sir, if you revise it and retouch." All my demurs but double his attacks. At last he whispers, “Do; and we go snacks.” Glad of a quarrel, straight I clap the door. 66 Sir, let me see you and your works no more." 1 Alluding to Horace's "Nonumque premetur in annum.” 2 Pitholeon. The name of a foolish ancient poet. 8" Curl invites," &c. Mr. Pope was, it seems, ill used by Curl, a bookseller, by the writer of a journal or newspaper, and by a parson much bemused in beer." 66 Cringing. Vexation. Dismissing Respect. Humility. Anxiety. Respect. XIX. POLITE CONVERSATION. The scene between Mr. Bevil and Indiana, in which she endeavours to find out whether he has any other regard for her than that of rational esteem, or Platonic love.-Steele. Bevil.-Madam, your most obedient. How do you do to-day? I am afraid you wished me gone last night before I went. But you were partly to blame. For who could leave you in the agreeable humour you were in? Indiana. If you were pleased, sir, we were both pleased; for your company, which is always agreeable, was more peculiarly so last night. Bev.-My company, madam! You rally. I said very little. Ind. Too little you always say, sir, for my improvement and for my credit; by the same token, that I am afraid you gave me an opportunity of saying too much last night; and unfortunately, when a woman is in the talking vein she wants nothing so much as to have leave to expose herself. Bev.-I hope, madam, I shall always have the sense to give you leave to expose yourself, as you call it, without interruption. [Bowing respectfully.] Ind. If I had your talents, sir, or your power, to make my actions speak for me, I might be silent, and yet pretend to somewhat more than being agreeable. But as it is Bev. Really, madam, I know of: none of my actions that deserve your attention. If I might be vain of any thing, it is, that I have understanding enough to mark you out, madam, from all your sex as the most deserving object of my esteem. Ind. [Aside.]-A cold word! Though I cannot claim even his esteem. [To him.] Did I think, sir, that your esteem for me proceeded from any thing in me, and not altogether from your own generosity, I should be in danger of forfeiting it. Bev.-How so, madam? Ind. What do you think, sir, would be so likely to puff up a weak woman's vanity as the esteem of a man of understanding? Esteem is the result of cool reason; the voluntary tribute paid to inward worth. Who, then, would not be proud of the esteem of a person of sense, which is always unbiassed; whilst love is often the effect of weakness. [Looking hard at Bevil, who casts down his eyes respectfully.] Esteem arises from a higher source, the substantial merit of the mind. Bev.-True, madam; and great minds only can command it. [Bowing respectfully.] The utmost pleasure and pride of my life, madam, is, that I endeavour to esteem you as-I ought. Ind. [Aside.]-As he ought! Still more perplex- Apprehening! He neither saves nor kills my hope. I will sion. try him a little farther. [To him.] Now, I think Questioning on it, I must beg your opinion, sir, on a point which created a debate between my aunt and me, just before you came in. She would needs have it, that no man ever does any extraordinary kindness for a woman but from selfish views. Bev.- Well, madam, I cannot say, but I am in Respect. the main, of her opinion, if she means by selfish views what some understand by the phrase; that is, his own pleasure: the highest pleasure human nature is capable of, that of being conscious that from his superfluity, an innocent and virtuous spirit, a person whom he thinks one of the prime ornaments of the creation, is raised above the temptations and sorrows of life; the pleasure of seeing satisfaction, health. and gladness brighten in the countenance of one he values above all mankind. What a man bestows in H |