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WĘEREAS certain Haberdashers of Points and Particles, being inftigated by the spirit of Pride, arið assuming to themiélves the name of Critics and Restorers, have taken upon them to adulterate the common and current sense of our Glorious Ancestors, Poets of this Realm, by clipping, coining, des facing the images, miring their own base alay, o. otherwise falfifying the lame; which they publili, utter, and vend as genuine : The laid Haber Dashers having no right thereto, as neither heirs, executors, administrators, assigns, oz in any fort related to such Poets, to all or any of them: Now We, having carefully revised this our Dunciad, beginning with the wozds The Mighty Mother,
a Read thus confidently, instead of “ beginning with the “ word Books, and ending with the word flies,” as formerly it ftood; Read also, “ containing the entire sumn of one thousand,
seven bundred, and fifty fix verses,” instead of “ one thousand “ and twelve lines ;' such being the initial and final words, and fuch the true and entire contents of this poem, Vol. VI.
anto ending with the wozos buries All, containing the entire tum of One thoufand feven hundred and fifty-four verses, declare every word, figure, point, and comma of this impression to be aucht ntic: and do therefore ifridly enjoin and forbid any person or persons whatsoever, to erale, reverle, put between hooks, Od by any other means, dis rectly or indirealy,change oz mangte any of them. And we do fereby earnestly erhout all our bres thren to follow this our example, which we heartily with our great predecettos had heretofoze fet, as a remedy and prevention of ati suçlj abuses. Provided always, that nothing in this Declaration thall be conttrued to timit the tawful and unis doubted tight of every subject of this Realm, to judge, censure, 02 condemn, in the whole 02 in part, any poem of Poet wljatsoever.
Given under our hand at London, this third day
of January, in the year of our Lord One thousand, seven hundred, thirty and two.
Declarat' cor' me, John BARBER, Mayor.
Thou art to know, reader ! that the first Edition thereof, like that of Milton, was never seen by the Author (though living and not blind :) The Editor himself confess'd as much in his Preface: And no two poems were ever published in to arbitrary a manner. The Editor of this, had as boldly fuppreffed whole Páfrages, yea the entire last book, as the Editor of Paradise loft, added and augmented. Milton himself gave but ten books, his Editor twelve ; this Author gave four books, his Editor only three. But we have happily done justice to both; and presume we shall livé, in this our last labour, as long as in any of our others. BENTL
APPEND I X.
Prefixed to the five firft imperfect Editions of the
DUNCIAD, in three books, printed at DUBLIN and LONDON, in octavo and duodecimo, 1727.
The Publisher a to the READER.
T will be found a true observation, tho' fome.
what surprizing, that when any fcandal is vented against a man of the highest distinction and cha
a The Publisher] Who he was iš uncertain ; but Edward Ward tells us, in his preface to Durgen, " that most judges
are of opinion this preface is not of English extraction,
bat Hibernian," &c. He means it was written by Dr. Swift, who, whether publisher or not, may be said in a fort to be author of the poem. For when he, toge her with Mr. Popë (for reasons specified in the preface to their Miscellanies) determined to own the most trifling pieces in which they had any hand, and to destroy all that remained in their power ;, the first sketch of this poem was snatched from the fire by Dr. Swift, who persuaded his friend to proceed in it, and to him it was therefore infcribed, But the occasion of printing it was as follows:
racter, either in the state or literature, the public in general afford it a molt quiet reception ; and the larger part accept it as favourably as if it were some kindness done to themselves : whereas if a known scoundrel or blockhead but chance to be touched upon, a whole legion is up in arms, and it becomes the common cause of all scriblers, booksellers, and printers what oever.
Not to search too deeply into the reason hereof, I
There was published in those Miscellanies, a Treatise of the Bathos, or Art of Sinking in Poetry, in which was a chapter, where the species of bad writers were ranged in classes, and initial letters of names prefixed, for the most part at random. But such was the Number of Poets eminent in that art, that some one or other took every letter to himself. All fell into so violent a fury, that for half a year, or more, the common News-papers (in most of which they had some property, as being hired writers) were filled with the most abusive falleHoods and scurrilities they could possibly devise ; a liberty no ways to be wondered at in those people, and in those papers, that, for many years, during the uncontrolled Licence of the press, had aspersed almost all the great characters of the age; and this with impunity, their own persons and names being utterly secret and obscure. This gave Mr. Pope the thought, that he had now some opportunity of doing good, by de. tecting and dragging into light these common Enemies of mankind; since to invalidate this universal Nander, it sufficed to thew what contemptible men were the authors of it. He was not without hopes, that by manifefting the dulness of those who had only malice to recommend them ; either the booksellers would not find their account in employing them,or the men themselves, when discovered, want courage to proceed in so unlawful an occupation. This it was that gave birth to the Dunciad; and he thought it an happiness, that by the láte. food of slander on himself, he had acquired such a pecudiar right over their Names as was necessary to his design.
will only observe as a fact, that every week for these two months past, the town has been persecuted with
pamphlets, advertisements, letters, and weekly essays, not only against the wit and writings, but against the character and person of Mr. Fope. And that of all those men who have received pleasure from his works, which by modeft computation may be about a c hundred thousand in these kingdoms of England and Ireland ; (not to mention Jersey, Guernsey, the Orcades, those in the new world, and foreigners who have translated him into their languages) of all this number not a man hath ftood up to say one word in his defence.
The only exception is the d author of the following poem, who doubtless had either a better in
o pampblets, advertisements, &c.] See the list of those anonymous papers, with their dates and authors annexed, inserted before the Poem,
c about a hundred thousand] It is surprising with what Itu. pidity this preface, which is almost a continued irony, was taken by those authors. All such passages as these were un. derstood by Curl, Cook, Cibber, and others, to be serious. Hear the Laureate (Letter to Mr. Pope, p. 9.) “ Tho' I grant “ the Dunciad a better poem of its kind than ever was writ;
yet, when I read it with those vain-glorious encumbrances “ of Notes and Remarks upon it, etc.---it is amazing, that
you, who have writ with such masterly spirit upon the “ ruling Paffion, should be so blind a Nave to your own, as “ not to see how far a low avarice of Praise," etc. (taking it for granted that the notes of Scriblerus and others, were the author's own.)
d The author of the following poem, etc.] A very plain irony, speaking of Mr. Pope himself.