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The Archbishop was void of all formality, and full of the truest politeness; that of making every body easy about him.-One day there were two German noblemen at his table, who, when they were to drink to the Archbishop, to show their respect to him, rose out of their seats; and stood all the while they were drinking to him, according to the custom of their own country. Some young French officers, who were at the table at the same time, could scarcely contain themselves from bursting out into a laugh at such a novelty. The Archbishop gave them a gentle reprimand by his look; called for wine; and stood up and drank to the Germans in the same manner that they had done to him. The officers afterwards owned how much they were ashamed of themselves; and that they immediately felt how greatly the Archbishop's humanity was preferable to that customary sort of politeness of which alone they had had any idea until that time.-Ramsay.

We shall conclude our extracts with a few particulars of some of Pope's contemporaries of less general notoriety. Among the first of these, we would place Dean Lockier, a man of sense, shrewdness, and spirit. Besides his intimacy with a number of celebrated characters, there is a promptitude and boldness in many of his remarks that will recommend him to most of our readers.

I was about seventeen when I first came up to town, an odd looking boy, with short rough hair, and that sort of awkwardness which one always brings up at first out of the country with one. However, in spite of my bashfulness and appearance, I used now and then to thrust myself into Wills's, to have the pleasure of seeing the most celebrated wits of that time, who then resorted thither. The second time that ever I was there, Mr Dryden was speaking of his own things, as he frequently did, especially of such as had been lately published. "If any thing of mine is good," says he, " 'tis Mac-Flecno; and I value myself the more upon it, because it is the first piece of ridicule written in Heroics. On hearing this I plucked up my spirit so far as to say, in a voice but just loud enough to be heard, that Mac-Fleeno was a very fine poem; but that I had not imagined it to be the first that ever was writ that way. On this, Dryden turned short upon me, as surprised at my interposing; asked me how long I had been a dealer in poetry; and added, with a smile, "Pray, Sir, what is it that you did imagine to have been writ so before? "I named Boileau's Lutrin, and Tassoni's Secchia Rapita; which I had read, and knew Dryden had borrowed some strokes from each.-" "Tis true," said Dryden, I had forgot them.”—A little after, Dryden went out; and in going, spoke to me again, and desired me to come and see him the next day. I was highly delight, ed with the invitation; went to see him accordingly; and was well acquainted with him after, as long as he lived.--Dr Lockier.'

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t of resentment, betrayed great want of judgment; for Johnson are men of sense, and should certainly say but ach stuff; only enough to make Bays show on.-L.'

en was most touched with "The Hind and the Panther ed." I have heard him say-" For two young fellows, e always been very civil to, to use an old man in misforso cruel a manner!"—And he wept as he said it !-L.' eorge Etherige was as thorough a fop as I ever saw: He ly his own Sir Fopling Flutter. And yet he designed Doe genteel rake of wit, for his own picture.-L.'

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rs, Duke of Buckingham, was reckoned the most accoman of the age, in riding, dancing, and fencing. When he the presence chamber, it was impossible for you not to with your eye as he went along, he moved so gracefully. e better of his vast estate; and died (between two common little alehouse in Yorkshire.-It is incredible what pains th one of the actors, to teach him to speak some passages part, in the Rehearsal, right. The vulgar notion of that g hissed off the stage the first night is a mistake.-L.' the death of the queen (Anne), Ormond, Atterbury, and shal held a private consultation together, in which Attered the latter to go out immediately, and proclaim the PreForm. Ormond, who was more afraid of consequences, demmunicate it first to the council.-" Damn it, Sir, said in a great heat (for he did not value swearing), "you very that things have not been concerted enough for that yet, e have not a moment to lose." Indeed, it was the only could have done: such a bold step would have made peo, that they were stronger than they really were; and taken strangely. The late King, I am fully persuaded, have stirred a foot, if there had been a strong opposition: e family did not expect the crown; at least, nobody in it Princess Sophia.-That Princess was a woman of very and excellent conversation. I was very well acquainted She sat very loose in her religious principles; and used to ticular pleasure in setting a Freethinker (whenever she with such) and one of her chaplains a-disputing together ody else (Queen Caroline) does now.)-L.

re introduced into the account of this reverend prel remarks and reasonings of his delivered at large, w not only a manly strength and freedom of mind, of assigning the grounds for the conclusions he drew, not usual in that day. Fineness of tact, and justness

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of perception, were what the most eminent men then aimed at and excelled in, rather than closeness of logic or acuteness of analysis. They were contented to feel the air of truth, and sit under its shadow, without taking the trouble of digging to the roots. They did not murder a sentiment to dissect it. We find in them a cultivated, happy vein of common sense, shrewd and felicitous observations, judicious conclusions without pedantry and without extravagance-with occasional hints and suggestions of profounder views, but seldom followed up into their remote consequences, and scarce by ever traced back to their first principles. We have the results of their reflection and experience, not the original grounds of them; and we learn, not so much how to think, as what they thought. We are perhaps less misled by this naked statement of feelings; as they themselves might be more open to the floating influences and detached aspects of truth and nature, from not having their notions immoveably fixed upon systems and regular premises. But there is unquestionably much looseness and listlessness in their prevailing tone of thinking. The exercise of the understanding seems at that time to have been chiefly a matter of taste, and their most subtle opinions only a more refined sort of instinct. Dean Lockier is, however, a remarkable exception; and he appears like a hardy excrescence in our author's table-talk. He stands with a proper apparatus in his hands, to make an incision below the surface of his subject, to probe a feeling or amputate a prejudice; and, it must be confessed, he goes through the operation very skilfully and manfully, like an expert modern practitioner. Analytical and critical arguments would, we fear, prove no great novelty to our readers; and we therefore shall present them with a few more of this ingenious Divine's smarter and more sententious sayings.

In all my travels I never met with any one Scotchman but what was a man of sense: I believe, indeed, every body of that country that has any, leaves it as fast as they can. '-L.

The English, abroad, can never get to look as if they were at home. The Irish and Scotch, after being some time in a place, get the air of the natives: but an Englishman, in any foreign court, looks about him as if he was going to steal a tankard.

No one will ever shine in conversation, who thinks of saying fine things to please, one must say many things indifferent, and many very bad.

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Large common-placing teaches one to forget; and spoils one for conversation, and even for writing.

'When we write in a foreign language, we should not think in English; if we do, our writings will be but translations at best. If one is to write in French, one must use one's-self to think in French; and

even then, for a good while, our Anglicisms will get uppermost, and betray us in writing, as our native accent does in speaking.-L.

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Though the Dean is the best of company, and one of the liveliest men in England of his age, he said, (when in no ill-humour), "the best of life is but just tolerable: 'tis the most we can make of it.” He observed that it was very apt to be à misfortune to be used to the best company and gave as a reason for his not marrying, that he had always been used to converse with women of the higher class, and that he might as well think of marrying a princess as one of them. "A competence enables me, single as I am, to keep as good company as I have been used to; but with a wife of this kind, and a family, what should I have done?-Let your great endeavour be to get an independency."-L.

There are excellent accounts also of Wycherley, Garth, Gay, Addison, Kneller, Lady Wortley Montague, &c. But there is too much of Dr Cocchi; and the author is too fond of running away to Rome to collect materials for his Polymetis, and leaving Pope and his opinions to shift for themselves. The frequent breaks and transitions in this respect from poetry to virtù, and from learning to scandal, give it the effect of cross-readings, without the wit. As, however, our author was fond of getting out of this circle, so we are fond of staying in it, and cannot at present make one detour with him to the Ciceroni and academical petit-maîtres of Rome and Naples. * We shall give one or two of the most characteristic of each of the persons above mentioned, that we have marked in the margin as we read.

Wycherley was a very handsome man. His acquaintance with the famous Dutchess of Cleveland commenced oddly enough. One day, as he passed that Dutchess's coach in the ring, she leaned out of the window, and cried out loud enough to be heard distinctly by him, "Sir, you're a rascal; you're a villain!" Wycherley from that instant entertained hopes. He did not fail waiting on her the next morning and, with a very melancholy tone begged to know, how it was possible for him to have so much disobliged her Grace? They were very good friends from that time: yet, after all, what did

* We have set aside a note for the following.

When the English were good Catholics, they usually drank the Pope's health in a full glass after dinner: au bon pere: whence your bumper.'-Dr Cocchi.

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I must own, that, to my taste, Correggio is the best of all our painters. His pieces are less pictures than those of Raphael himself. ' The same.

This is better connoisseurship than Pope's, who, "in looking at the portrait of the Pope by Carlomaratti, at Lord Burlington's, called it the best portrait in the world. I really do think him as good a painter as any of them, ' were his words.'

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not often!—P.'

We were pretty well together to the last: only his memory was so totally bad, that he did not remember a kindness done to him, even from minute to minute.' [This particular sort of forgetfulness, we suspect, is not quite so uncommon as Pope seems to imagine.] He was peevish, too, latterly; so that sometimes we were out a little, and sometimes in. He never did any unjust thing to me in his whole life: and I went to see him on his death-bed.-P.'

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6 Wycherley was in a bookseller's shop at Bath, or Tunbridge, when Lady Drogheda came in and happened to inquire for the Plain Dealer. A friend of Wycherley's, who stood by him, pushed him toward her, and said, "There's the Plain Dealer, Madam, if you want him?" Wycherley made his excuses; and Lady Drogheda said, "that she loved plain-dealing best. He afterwards visited that lady, and in some time after married her. This proved a great blow to his fortunes. Just before the time of his courtship, he was designed for governor to the late Duke of Richmond; and was to have been allowed fifteen hundred pounds a year from the Government. His absence from court, in the progress of this amour, and his being yet more absent after his marriage, (for Lady Drogheda was very jealous of him), disgusted his friends there so much, that he lost all his interest with them. His lady died: he got but little by her : and his misfortunes were such, that he was thrown into the Fleet, and lay there seven years. It was then that Colonel Brett got his Plain Dealer to be acted; and contrived to get the king (James the Second) to be there. The colonel attended him thither. The king was mightily pleased with the play, asked who was the author of it; and, upon hearing it was one of Wycherley's, complained that he had not seen him for so many years, and inquired what was become of him. The colonel improved this opportunity so well, that the king gave orders his debts should be discharged out of the privy purse. Wycherley was so weak as to give an account only of five hundred pounds, and so was confined almost half a year; till his father was at last prevailed on to pay the rest, between two and three hundred pounds more.- -Dennis.

'Dryden was generally an extreme sober man. For the last ten years of his life, he was much acquainted with Addison, and drank with him more than he ever used to do: probably so far as to hasten his end.-Dennis.'

None of our writers have a freer, easier way for comedy than Etherige and Vanbrugh. Now we have named all the best of them, said Pope, after naming those two, Wycherley, Congreve, Fletcher, Jonson, and Shakespear.

Garth, Vanbrugh and Congreve, were the three most honesthearted, real good men, of the poetical members of the Kit-cat club. -Mr Pope and old Jacob Tonson.'

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