For, as our different ages move, 'Tis so ordained (would Fate but mend it !) That I shall be past making love, When she begins to comprehend it. Baby in the sixteenth line is a doll. Cf. Tatler, No. 95. Abra's Love for Solomon. Another nymph, amongst the many fair And watched my eye, preventing my command. Or were remarked but with a common eye; What can thy imagery of sorrow mean? Abashed she blushed, and with disorder spoke : The look that awes the nations from the throne ! In the king's frown and terror of his eye! 'Thou Sovereign Power, whose secret will controls Had he been born some simple shepherd's heir, I had with hasty joy prepared the feast ; Here o'er her speech her flowing eyes prevail Too flat I thought this voice, and that too shrill, Written in Mezeray's History of France. Yet for the fame of all these deeds, With lameness broke, with blindness smitten, To have been either Mezeray Or any monarch he has written? It's strange, dear author, yet it true is, The man in graver tragic known (Though his best part long since was done) Still on the stage desires to tarry ; And he who played the Harlequin, Unwilling to retire, though weary. Cambray is, of course, Fénelon, who was Archbishop of Cambrai ; François de Eudes Mézeray (1610-83) wrote what was long the stan dard Histoire de France. Sir Walter Scott, about a year before his death, repeated these verses when on a Border tour with Mr Lockhart. They met two beggars, old soldiers, one of whom recognised Scott, and bade God bless him. 'The mendicants went on their way, and we stood breathing on the knoll. Sir Walter followed them with his eye, and, planting his stick firmly on the sod, repeated without break or hesitation Prior's verses to the historian Mezeray. That he applied them to himself was touchingly obvious.' The Thief and the Cordelier.-A Ballad. Who has e'er been at l'aris must needs know the Grève, The fatal retreat of the unfortunate brave; Where honour and justice most oddly contribute To ease heroes' pains by a halter and gibbet. Derry down, down, hey derry down. There death breaks the shackles which force had put on, And the hangman completes what the judge but begun ; There the 'squire of the pad, and the knight of the post, Find their pains no more balked, and their hopes no more crossed. 'Twas there, then, in civil respect to harsh laws, The 'squire, whose good grace was to open the scene, "What frightens you thus, my good son?' says the priest; 'You murdered, are sorry, and have been confessed.' 'O father! my sorrow will scarce save my bacon; For 'twas not that I murdered, but that I was taken.' Derry down, &c. 'Pooh, prithee ne'er trouble thy head with such fancies; Rely on the aid you shall have from St Francis ; If the money you promised be brought to the chest, You have only to die; let the church do the rest.' Derry down, &c. 'And what will folks say if they see you afraid? It reflects upon me, as I knew not my trade. Courage, friend; to-day is your period of sorrow; And things will go better, believe me, to-morrow.' Derry down, &c. 'To-morrow!' our hero replied in a fright; 'He that's hanged before noon ought to think of to-night.' 'Tell your beads,' quoth the priest,' and be fairly trussed up, For you surely to-night shall in paradise sup.' Derry down, &c. 'Alas!' quoth the 'squire, howe'er sumptuous the treat, Parbleu! I shall have little stomach to eat ; I should therefore esteem it great favour and grace, Derry down, &c. 'That I would,' quoth the father, 'and thank you to boot; But our actions, you know, with our duty must suit; The feast I proposed to you I cannot taste, For this night by our order is marked for a fast.' Derry down, &c. Then turning about to the hangman, he said: 'Despatch me, I prithee, this troublesome blade; For thy cord and my cord both equally tie, And we live by the gold for which other men die.' Derry down, &c. Ode to a Lady: She refusing to continue a Dispute with me, and leaving me in the Argument. Spare, generous victor, spare the slave, In the dispute whate'er I said, My heart was by my tongue belied; How much I argued on your side. You, far from danger as from fear, Your eyes are always in the right. Why, fair one, would you not rely On reason's force with beauty's joined? I must at once be deaf and blind. Alas! not hoping to subdue, I only to the fight aspired; To keep the beauteous foe in view, Was all the glory I desired. But she, howe'er of victory sure, Contemns the wreath too long delayed; And, armed with more immediate power, Calls cruel silence to her aid. Deeper to wound she shuns the fight; She drops her arms to gain the field: Secures her conquest by her flight; And triumphs when she seems to yield. So when the Parthian turned his steed, Theory of the Mind. I say, whatever you maintain Of Alma in the heart or brain, The plainest man alive may tell ye Her seat of empire is the belly. ... From hence she sends out those supplies Of food and drink in several nations. And both, as they provisions want, From that which simply points the hour; The watch would still a watch remain : But if the horal orbit ceases, The whole stands still or breaks to pieces, Is now no longer what it was, And you may e'en go sell the case. So if unprejudiced you scan The goings of this clockwork, man, You find a hundred movements made But 'tis the stomach's solid stroke That tells his being what's o'clock. Yet, if these finer whims are gone, Your clock, though plain, will still go on. And you entirely change the question, Alma's affairs no power can mend ; The jest, alas! is at an end; Soon ceases all the worldly bustle, And you consign the corpse to Russel. (From Alma.) Alma here symbolises the mind; Quare was a noted watchmaker of the day; Russel, an undertaker, mentioned in Garth's Dispensary. The best edition of Prior's Poems is by Mr Brimley Johnson (2 vols. 1892), and there is a good selection by Mr Austin Dobson (1889). See also articles in the Contemporary Review for May 1890, and the Quarterly Review for October 1899. THE AGE OF QUEEN ANNE. T HE death of Dryden in 1700 and the appearance of Thomson's Winter in 1726 make the best boundary-marks for the so-called Augustan age of English literature, which is likewise styled the age of Queen Anne, although it really includes also the reign of George I. It is true that the activity and influence of the greatest poet of the period extended far beyond the latter limit, for Pope lived on till near the middle of the century, and his Dunciad, Essay on Man, and Satires were all produced during the reign of George II. The same is true in a measure of Swift, who died a month after the battle of Prestonpans, as well as of some minor men like Gay, whose Fables and Beggar's Opera in their dates of publication just overpass the line here drawn. Yet that line seems on the whole as little arbitrary as possible, since the appearance of Thomson marks the beginning of the slow return to nature in poetry, which, despite its lingering conventionalism, shows a nascent reaction against the limited ideals of correctness associated with the name of Pope. Moreover, the great bulk of the definitely Augustan literature had been produced before the end of 1726. All the work of Addison and Steele, and all the greatest work of Swift from the Tale of a Tub down to Gulliver's Travels, as well as Pope's Essay on Criticism, Rape of the Lock, and Homer, were given to the world within what is roughly the first quarter of the eighteenth century; and the same holds good of the novels of Defoe. It is perhaps not insignificant that the dividing line thus drawn in literature may be traced also in the sphere of public affairs, for in the few years before 1726 the generation of statesmen which had flourished under Queen Anne made way for their successors. Stanhope, Sunderland, Marlborough, and Cowper had died between 1720 and 1723: in that latter year Atterbury was exiled, and Bolingbroke extinguished by pardon and return from banishment, while Oxford ended his days in 1724. The close of the first twenty-six years of the eighteenth century may be said, indeed, to coin cide with the critical point of the transition from Pope and Swift to Thomson and Richardson and Fielding, and also from the contemporaries of Harley and St John to those of Walpole and the Pelhams. The epithet Augustan, so often applied to the period of Queen Anne, suggests a parallel with the age of Virgil and Horace which can only partially be justified. Assuredly there was no Virgil among the poets of eighteenth-century England, and if Pope may be accepted as all we have for an English Horace, he must be taken as but a maimed one at the best. With a sharper satiric genius than the Roman, and almost as shrewd a knowledge of human life and character, he has none of the geniality that delights us in the Epistles, and as little of the lyric charm that gives immortality to the Odes. The Horatian quality in the age of Queen Anne is to be sought rather in the work of Addison, and not in Addison's verse but in his prose. The papers of the Spectator, in their delightful and always genial mingling of humour, satire, and observation, show all the best of Horace's traits, except of course the purely poetical, while at the same time they are absolutely unstained by the characteristically Horatian blots. As for the sinister and solitary genius of Swift, there is no parallel to that in any literary age whatever. In the creator of the Struldbrugs and the Yahoos there was certainly little of that urbanity which is reckoned as a specially Augustan trait; and indeed the literary urbanity of the age of Anne is to be found less in the gracious tone of a polished civilisation than in an absorption in the artificial life of what had come to be called 'the town.' Virgil and Horace are always at home-and even most at home-in the country; but it is not so with Swift or Pope, or even, despite his Shepherd's Week of pastorals, with Gay. Here again, however, an exception must be made for Addison, who is as much at his ease in Worcestershire as in the Strand, and whose portrait of Sir Roger de Coverley recalls Horace's pictures of the farmers among the Samnite hills. On the other hand, there are one or two particulars in which the age of Queen Anne on the literary side did really resemble that of Augustus. It was an age of comparative repose and contentment and prosperity after civil disquiet, and an age too in which letters were splendidly encouraged by the great. The peculiar development of literary patronage due to the Revolution has been considered on a former page, and here it will suffice to say that in no other period has English literature owed so much to the imitators of Mæcenas; so that even Pope, who thanked Homer alone for his pecuniary independence, was indebted to Harley and St John for his social position, while Addison's essays procured him a Secretaryship of State. It has to be added, however, that the end of the period saw the decline of the political patronage of letters under Walpole's unromantic régime. That shrewd opportunist was quick to perceive that the consolidation of the Whig oligarchy had made literary aid superfluous to the administration. Not clever satire or pamphleteering but crafty political management was needed to sustain the Minister's majority, and so under Walpole English literature passed into those gloomy decades through which Fielding and Johnson struggled. The statement that the age of Queen Anne was one of comparative repose and content may seem paradoxical in face of the fact that it was occupied by a long foreign war, by constant Jacobite intrigue, and by the conflict of fierce political factions. Yet the war, illustrated by Yet the war, illustrated by the victories of Marlborough, was brilliantly successful, and served to overshadow the Jacobite intriguing, while the strife of Whigs and Tories, with all its bitterness, was far less violent than the civil broils of the later Stuart reigns or even of the time of William III. The great majority of the people were undoubtedly more contented with their political lot than they had been since the years immediately succeeding the Restoration. They were ruled now not by a real or suspected Papist, or a Dutch intruder, but by a native sovereign of the old line, fervently attached to the national Church. The constitution and the succession had been settled, the danger from Scotland was peacefully avoided by the Union of 1707, and every year the Tower guns were sounding the news of glorious victories over the French. It would seem that the nation was really very little troubled by fears of Jacobitism, and it is significant at least that, so far as its abiding literature gives evidence, there might almost have been no such thing as Jacobitism at all. Of the Tory revival— promoted largely perhaps by the publication of Lord Clarendon's great History in 1704-7there are traces in plenty, especially in the jeux d'esprit of Arbuthnot and the voluminous pamphleteering of Swift, though even this revival has left no such mark on our literature as the terrible factions of Charles II.'s time have done in the satires of Dryden. But for Jacobitism one must turn to the subterranean literature of the time-to secret memoirs and libellous broadsheets and clandestine correspondence, or at the best to such unread tracts of Defoe as And what if the Pretender should come? or Hannibal at the Gate. England in truth was almost as hopeful and as well satisfied with herself in the reign of Queen Anne as in the reign of Queen Victoria; and although her self-consciousness did not issue, as in the case of Augustan Rome, in a great national epic or history, it is sufficiently evident in the optimism of Pope, the easy good-humour of Addison, and even the mordant activity of Swift. Passing from these general aspects to some of the particular features of the age, one may note that in poetry it consummated the effort after orderliness and correctness which had followed as a natural reaction upon the licentious degeneracy of Elizabethan vigour. Of that consummation Pope of course was the grand agent, and his influence is seen in all the minor poets (some of them little more than his satellites) from Gay and Parnell down to Fenton and Broome. A fresh reaction against the excess of convention and correctness was of course inevitable, and the return to nature, which at first and for long was made with reverent loyalty to the authority of Pope, has been discerned by some in the poems of the Countess of Winchilsea, who would thus be a very small and early herald of Thomson. In the drama the Restoration comic model lingered on in the work of Farquhar till 1707, but was gradually supplanted by the sentimental comedy, wherein comedy, wherein Steele, the first effective moraliser of the stage, was succeeded by Colley Cibber. Tragedy was continued mainly by Nicholas Rowe, a very much weaker and purer Otway; but the entire lack of aptitude for the poetic drama was most signally shown in Addison's Cato, the production of which, in the year of the Treaty of Utrecht, was one of its conspicuous literary events. Rowe and Addison are far more notable in other regards the one as the first critical editor of Shakespeare (fol |