* 'Twas night, and Heav'n, a Cyclops all the day,
And Argus now did countless eyes display;
In every window Rome her joy declares,
All bright, and studded with terrestrial stars.
A blazing chain of lights her roofs entwines,
And round her neck the mingled lustre shines :
The Cynic's rolling tenement conspires,
With Bacchus his cast-coat to feed the fires.

"The pile, still big with undiscover'd shows, The Tuscan pile did last its freight disclose, Where the proud tops of Rome's new Etna rise, Whence giants sally and invade the skies.

'Whilst now the multitude expect the time,
And their tir'd eyes the lofty mountains climb,
As thousand iron mouths their voices try,
And thunder out a dreadful harmony;
In treble notes the small artill 'ry plays,
The deep mouth'd cannon bellows in the bass,
The lab'ring pile now heaves, and, having given
Proofs of its travail, sighs in flames to Heaven.

The clouds envelop'd Heav'n from human sight,
Quench'd ev'ry star, and put out every light;
Now real thunder grumbles in the skies,
And in disdainful murmurs Rome defies;
Nor doth its answer'd challenge Rome decline;
But, whilst both parties in full concert join,
While heav'n and earth in rival peals resound,
The doubtful cracks the hearer's sense confound;
Whether the claps of thunderbolts they hear,
Or else the burst of cannon wounds their ear;
Whether clouds rag'd by struggling metals rent,
Or struggling clouds in Roman metals pent:
But O, my Muse, the whole adventure tell,
As ev'ry accident in order fell.


Tall groves of trees the Hadrian tow'r surround, Fictitious trees with paper garlands crown'd.

*These verses are translated from the Latin in Strada's Prolu. siones Academica, &c. and are in imitation originally of the style and manner of Camillo Querno, surnamed the Arch-poet, who was poet and buffoon to Leo X, and the common butt of that facetious pontiff and his courtiers. See Bayle's Dictionary, art. Leo X. and Seward's Anecdotes, vol. iii. edit. 1798, p. 62.

These know no spring but when their bodies sprout
In fire, and shout their gilded blossoms out;
When blazing leaves appear above their head,
And into branching flames their bodies spread.
Whilst real thunder splits the firmament,
And heav'n's whole roof in one vast cleft is rent,
The three-fork'd tongue amidst the rapture lolls,
Then drops, and on the airy turret falls.
The trees now kindle, and the garland burns,
A thousand thunderbolts for one returns:
Brigades of burning archers upwards fly,
Bright spears and shining spearmen mount on high,
Flash in the clouds, and glitter in the sky.
A seven-fold shield of spheres doth heaven defend,
And back again the blunted weapons send;
Unwillingly they fall, and, dropping down,
Pour out their souls, their sulph'rous souls, and groan.

With joy, great Sir, we view'd this pompous show,
While Heav'n, that sat spectator still till now,
Itself turn'd actor, proud to pleasure you ;
And so 'tis fit, when Leo's fires appear,
That Heav'n itself, should turn an engineer;
That Heav'n itself should all its wonders show,
And orbs above consent with orbs below.

No: 618. WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 1714..

-Neque enim concludere versum

Dixeris esse satis: neque sequis scribat, uti nos,
Sermoni propiora, putes hunc esse poctam.

HOR. Sat. iv. 1. 1. ver. 40.

'Tis not enough the measur'd feet to close;
Nor will you give a poet's name to those,
Whose humble verse, like mine, approaches prose.


"You having, in your two last Spectators, given the town a couple of remarkable letters in very different styles, I take this opportunity to offer to you some remarks upon the epistolary way of writing in verse. This

is a species of poetry by itself; and has not so much as been hinted at in any of the arts of poetry that have ever fallen into my hands: neither has it in any age, or in any nation, been so much cultivated as the other several kinds of poesy. A man of genius may, if he pleases, write letters in verse upon all manner of subjects that are capable of being embellished with wit and language, and may render them new and agreeable by giving the proper turn to them. But, in speaking at present of epistolary poetry, I would be understood to mean only such writings in this kind as have been in use among the ancients, and have been copied from them by some moderns. These may be reduced into two classes: in the one I shall range love-letters, letters of friendship, and letters upon mournful occasions in the other I shall place such epistles in verse as may properly be called familiar, critical, and moral; to which may be added letters of mirth and humour. Ovid for the first, and Horace for the latter, are the best originals we have left.


He, that is ambitious of succeeding in the Ovidian way, should first examine his heart well, and feel whether his passions (especially those of the gentler kind) play easy; since it is not his wit, but the delicacy and tenderness of his sentiments, that will affect his readers. His versification likewise should be soft, and all his numbers flowing and querulous.

The qualifications requisite for writing epistles, after the model given us by Horace, are of a quite different nature. He that would excel in this kind must have a good fund of strong masculine sense: to this there must be joined a thorough knowledge of mankind, together with an insight into the business and the prevailing humours of the age. Our author must have his mind well seasoned with the finest precepts of morality, and be filled with nice reflections upon the bright and the dark sides of human life; he must be a master of refined raillery, and understand the delicacies as well as the absurdities of conversation. He must have a lively turn of wit, with an easy and concise manner of expression: every thing he says must be in a free and disengaged manner. He must be guilty of nothing that betrays the air of a recluse, but appear a man of the world throughout. Ilis illustrations, his comparisons, and the greatest part of his

images, must be drawn from common life. Stroke of satire and criticism, as well as panegyric, judiciously thrown in (and as it were by the by), give a wonderful life and ornament to compositions of this kind. But let our poet, while he writes epistles, though never so familiar, still remember that he writes in verse, and must for that reason have a more than ordinary care not to fall into prose, and a vulgar diction, excepting where the nature and humour of the thing does necessarily require it. In this point Horace hath been thought by some critics to be sometimes careless, as well as too negligent of his versification; of which he seems to have been sensible himself.

'All I have to add is, that both these manners of writing may be made as entertaining, in their way, as any、 other species of poetry, if undertaken by persons duly qualified; and the latter sort may be managed so as to become in a peculiar manner instructive. I am, &c.'

I shall add an observation or two to the remarks of my ingenious correspondent; and, in the first place, take no tice, that subjects of the most sublime nature are often treated in the epistolary way with advantage, as in the famous epistle of Horace to Augustus. The poet surprizes us with his pomp, and seems rather betrayed into his subject than to have aimed at it by design. He appears, like the visit of a king incognito, with a mixture of familiarity and grandeur. In works of this kind, when the dignity of the subject hurries the poet into descriptions and sentiments seemingly unpremeditated, by a sort of inspiration, it is usual for him to recollect himself, and fall back gracefully into the natural style of a letter.

I might here mention an epistolary poem, just published by Mr. Eusden, on the king's accession to the throne* *; wherein, among many other noble and beautiful strokes of poetry, his reader may see this rule very happily observed.

A Letter to Mr. Addison, on the King's Accession to the Throne.

No. 619. FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 12, 1714.


Exerce imperia, et ramos compesce fluentes.
VIRG. Georg. ii. ver. 369.
-Exert a rigorous sway,
And lop the too luxuriant boughs away.


HAVE often thought that if the several letters which are written to me under the character of Spectator, and which I have not made use of, were published in a volume, they would not be an unentertaining collection * The variety of the subjects, styles, sentiments, and informations, which are transmitted to me, would lead a very curious, or very idle, reader, insensibly along through a great many pages. I know some authors who would pick up a secret history out of such materials, and make a bookseller an alderman by the copy t. I shall therefore carefully preserve the original papers in a room set apart for that purpose, to the end that they may be of service to posterity; but shall at present content myself with owning the receipt of several letters, lately come to my hands, the authors whereof are impatient for an answer.

Clarissa, whose letter is dated from Cornhill, desires to be eased in some scruples relating to the skill of astrologers. Referred to the dumb man for an answer.'

J. C. who proposes a love-case, as he calls it, to the love-casuist, is hereby desired to speak of it, to the minister of the parish; it being a case of conscience.

The poor young lady, whose letter is dated October -26, who complains of a harsh guardian, and an unkind. brother, can only have my good wishes, unless she pleases to be more particular.

The petition of a certain gentleman, whose name I have forgot, famous for renewing the curls of decayed periwigs, is referred to the censor of small wares.'

They were afterwards published (with Steele's permission) by Charles Lillie, in 2 vols. 8vo. 1725.

We suppose this to be an allusion to Mr. John Barber, who had been a bookseller, was at this time an alderman, and afterwards lord mayor of London.

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