'Tis not that I design to rob Thee of thy birth-right, gentle Bob, When God and you know, I have neither ; By letting Poetry alone. 'Tis not with either of these views, That I presume to address the Muse; (Sworn foes to every thing that's witty!) The debt, which justly became due Since twenty sheets of lead, God knows 1754 Can Can ne'er be deem'd worth half so much First, for a thought-since all agree- Dame Gurton thus, and Hodge her son, eager Hodge beholds the prize O'er hedge and ditch, thro' gaps and mews ; And * Pitch-kettled a favorite phrase at the time when this Epiftle was written, expreffive of being puzzled, or what, in the Spectators' time, would have been called bamboozled. And after many a vain essay Flits out of sight, and mocks his pains. But as too much obscures the sight, We have our similies cut short, For matters of more grave import. That, while the language lives, shall last. For 'tis my business to reply; D Sure Sure so much labour, so much toil, Theirs be the laurel-wreath decreed, Who both write well, and write full speed! Who throw their Helicon about As freely, as a conduit spout! Friend Robert, thus like chien scavant, Let's fall a poem en passant, Nor needs his genuine ore refine; 'Tis ready polish'd from the mine. It may be proper to observe, that this lively praise on the playful talent of Lloyd was written six years before that amiable, but unfortunate, Author published the best of his serious poems, "The Actor,” a composition of considerable merit, which proved a prelude to the more powerful, and popular, Rosciad of Churchill; who, after surpassing Lloyd as a rival, assisted him very liberally as a friend. While Cowper resided in the Temple, he seems to have been personally acquainted with the most eminent writers of the time; and the interest, which he probably took in their recent works, tended to increase his powerful, tho' diffident, passion for poetry, and to train him imperceptibly to that masterly command of language, which time and chance led him to display, almost as a new talent at the age of fifty. One of his first associates has informed me, that before he quitted London, he frequently amused himself in translation from antient and modern poets, and devoted his composition composition to the service of any friend, who requested it. In a copy of Duncombe's Horace, printed in 1759, I find two of the Satires, translated by Cowper. The Duncombes, father and son, were amiable scholars, of a Hertfordshire family; and the elder Duncombe, in his printed letters, mentions Dr. Cowper (the father of the Poet) as one of his friends, who possessed a talent for poetry, exhibiting at the same time a respectable specimen of his verse. The Duncombes in the preface to their Horace, impute the size of their work to the poetical contributions of their friends. At what time the two Satires, I have mentioned, were translated by William Cowper, I have not been able to ascertain; but they are worthy his pen, and will therefore appear in the Appendix to these volumes. Speaking of his own early life, in a letter to Mr. Park (dated March 1792) Cowper says, with that extreme modesty, which was one of his most remarkable characteristics, "From the age of 66 66 66 twenty to thirty-three, I was occupied, or ought to have been, in the study of the law; from thirty-three to sixty, I have spent my time in the country, where my reading has been only an apology for idleness, and where, when I had not either a Magazine, or a Review, I was sometimes a Carpenter, at others, a Bird-cage maker, or a Gardener, or a Drawer of landscapes. At fifty years of age I commenced an Author :-It is a whim, that "has served me longest, and best, and will probably be my last." 66 66 |