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Shouts answ'ring shouts, from Kent and Essex roar,
And bells break loud thro' every gust of air:
Now pass we Gravesend with a friendly wind, 25
Come in, my friends, here shall ye dine and lie,
For I have still some dozens of champaign :
He waves his hand to bring us back in vain;
Oh, what a concourse swarms on yonder key!
I hear the voice of trumpet and hautboy.—
Hail to the bard whom long as lost we mourn'd, From siege, from battle, and from storm, return'd!
Of goodly dames, and courteous knights, I view
By no court-badge distinguish'd from the rest :
What lady's that, to whom he gently bends?
I see two lovely sisters, hand in hand,
The fair-hair'd Martha, and Teresa brown; Madge Bellenden, the tallest of the land;
And smiling Mary, soft and fair as down.
Ver. 57. As Arthur grave, &c.] This person is mentioned in the Epistle to Arbuthnot, v. 23:
"Arthur whose giddy son neglects the laws,
Imputes to me, and my damn'd works, the cause!"
Ver. 62. The sweet-tongu'd Murray,] The present Lord Mansfield.
Yonder I see the cheerful Dutchess stand,
Whence that loud shout in such a hearty strain?
See next the decent Scudamore advance,
And the shrill music of their voice is still'd!
That in Troy's ruin thou hadst not been kill'd;
With hand judicious, like thy Homer skill'd.
See generous Burlington, with goodly Bruce (But Bruce comes wafted in a soft sedan),
Ver. 78. Santlow, fam'd for dance ;] She afterward married Booth the player. Mrs. Bicknell, the actress, is mentioned either in the Spectator or Tatler, with applause.
Dan Prior next, belov'd by every muse,
And friendly Congreve, unreproachful man! (Oxford by Cunningham hath sent excuse)
See hearty Watkins comes with cup and can; And Lewis, who has never friend forsaken; And Laughton whisp'ring asks-Is Troy town taken?
Earl Warwick comes, of free and honest mind; Bold, gen'rous Craggs, whose heart was ne'er disguis'd:
Ah why, sweet St. John, cannot I thee find?
Or else to see thee here I well surmis'd:
The mouth of justice, oracle of law!
Another Simon, like as straw to straw. How Lansdown smiles, with lasting laurel crown'd! What mitred prelate there commands our awe? See Rochester approving nods his head,
And ranks one modern with the mighty dead.
Ver. 112. See Rochester approving nods his head,] So in the Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot:
"Ev'n mitr'd Rochester would nod the head."
Carlton and Chandois thy arrival grace;
In haste, but saunt'ring, hearty in his ways:
Arbuthnot there I see, in physic's art,
As Galen learn'd, or famed Hippocrate;
Who could (were mankind lost) anew create:
Ver. 126. Kneller amid, &c.] This is no more than a compliment to the vanity of Sir Godfrey, which Pope and other wits were always putting to the strongest trials. "Sir Godfrey," says Pope, "I believe if God Almighty had had your assistance, the world would have been formed more perfect." "Fore God," says Kneller, "I believe so." He was frequently (as Mr. Walpole observes) very free and singular in his conversation on religion. This adulation of Pope, Addison, Prior, &c. appears to have heightened his natural absurdities, as he had not discernment enough to discover that they were only soothing him to paint for them gratis, or diverting themselves at the expense of his cre