Oh! had he been content to serve the crown Or had the rankness of the soil been freed 1 "Character of Lord Shaftesbury."-Anthony Ashley Cooper, first Earl of Shaftesbury, a mercurial and ambitious man, not very well principled where power was to be obtained, but not indisposed to be just and patriotic when possessed of it. Even the famous reply which he is said to have made to a banter of Charles the Second, contained a sort of impudent aspiration, which must have at once disconcerted and delighted the merry monarch; for it implied that his majesty and he stood in a very remarkable state of relationship. The King. Shaftesbury, I believe thou art the wickedest dog in my dominions. Shaftesbury (with a bow). May it please your majesty, of a subject, I believe I am." 2" Great wits to madness surely are allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide." The truth of this striking couplet may seem to be exemplified in the history of Swift and others; but it is not the greatness of the wit that is allied to the madness; it is the weakness or violence of the will. Rabelais was no madman, Molière was none, Sterne was none, Butler none, Horace, Aristophanes, Ari osto, Berni, Voltaire, Shakspeare, Cervantes. The greater the wit, for the most part, the healthier the understanding, because it is thoroughly wisest and well-balanced. Some physical irregularity or accident is generally at the bottom of the madness of men of genius. Lee was a drinker, and used to lie at night in the streets. Swift had a diseased blood. Poor Collins probably got the seeds of his malady in the gay life he once led "about town," a very unfit one for his sensitive and sequestered turn of mind. Cowper was driven mad through an excessive delicacy of organization frightened by Methodism; instead of being soothed, as it ought to have been, by the liberal opinions natural to his heart and good sense. 3 “To that unfeather'd two-legg'd thing, a son."— Father of the third Earl of Shaftesbury, the philosopher; who with all his philosophy never forgave Dryden this attack on the parental insignificance. CHARACTER OF THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.*1 A numerous host of dreaming saints succeed, Of the true old enthusiastic breed: * George Villiers, second Duke of Buckingham, son of the favourite of James and Charles the First. 'Gainst form and order they their power employ, Nothing to build, and all things to destroy. But far more numerous was the herd of such, That every man with him was God or Devil. He laugh'd himself from court; then sought relief For spite of him the weight of business fell On Absalom and false Achitophel. 1 Thus, wicked but in will, of means bereft, He left not faction, but of that was left.2 "Character of the Duke of Buckingham."-The duke intrigued against a giddy and unprincipled court out of pure similarity of disposition. Dryden's attack on him was partly in payment for offence received in the critical comedy of The Rehearsal. His Grace was very angry, and replied in a wretched pamphlet, which is forgotten.-See the interesting notes on Walter Scott's edition of Dryden, vol. ix. p. 272. 2 "He left not faction, but of that was left."-See, in the present volume, the rival portrait of Buckingham from the hand of Pope. FOPPERIES OF THE TIME. (Being the Epilogue to Etherege's "MAN OF MODE, or SIR FOPLING FLUTTER." Most modern wits such monstrous fools have shown, They seem not of Heaven's making, but their own: But there goes more to a substantial ass : And when he sings, talks loud, and cocks,* would cry, methinks, he's pretty company;" "I vow, So brisk, so gay, so travell'd, so refin'd, As he took pains to graff upon his kind. True fops help Nature's work, and go to school, Yet none Sir Fopling him, or him, can call; And, rolling o'er you, like a snow-ball grows. His various modes from various fathers follow; One taught the toss, and one the new French wallow. His sword-knot this, his cravat that design'd; And this, the yard-long snake he twirls behind.† From one the sacred periwig he gain'd, Which wind ne'er blew, nor touch of hat profan'd. Another's diving bow he did adore, Which, with a shog, casts all the hair before; As for his songs, the ladies' dear delight, * Videlicet, his hat. † I know not what he means by this. |