I Have read over the Libel, which I received from you the Day before Yesterday. Yester­day I received the same from another Hand, with this Character of the Secret Author of so much stupid Calumny.

That he is one, whom God and Nature have mark'd for want of Common Honesty, and his own Contemptible Rhimes for want of Common Sense, that those Rhimes have found great Success with the Rabble, which is a Word almost as comprehensive as Mankind; but that the Town, which sup­ports him, will do by him, as the Dolphin did by the Ship­wrack'd Monkey, drop him as soon as it finds him out to be a Beast, whom it fondly now mistakes for a Human Creature. 'Tis, says he, a very little, but very comprehensive Creature, in whom all Contradictions meet, and all Contrarieties are reconcil'd; when at one and the same time, like the Ancient Centaurs, he is a Beast and a Man, a Whig and a Tory, a vi­rulent Papist, and yet forsooth, a Pillar of the Church of Eng­land, a Writer at one and the same time, of GUARDIANS and of EXAMINERS, an assertor of Liberty and of the Dispensing Power of Kings; a Rhimester without Judgment or Reason, and a Critick without Common Sense; a Jesuiti­cal [Page 2] Professor of Truth, a base and foul Pretender to Candour; a Barbarous Wretch, who is perpetually boasting of Huma­nity and Good Nature, a lurking way-laying Coward, and a Stabber in the Dark; who is always pretending to Magnani­mity, and to sum up all Villains in one, a Traytor-Friend, one who has betrayed all Mankind, and seems to have taken his great Rule of Life from the following Lines of Hudibras.

He is a Professor of the worst Religion, which he laughs at, and yet has most inviolably observ'd the most execrable Maxim in it, That no Faith is to be kept with Hereticks. A Wretch, whose true Religion is his Interest, and yet so stu­pidly blind to that Interest, that he often meets her, without knowing her, and very grosly Affronts her. His Villainy is but the natural Effect of his want of Understanding, as the sowerness of Vinegar proceeds from its want of Spirit; and yet, says my Friend, notwithstanding that Shape and that Mind of his, some Men of good Understanding, value him for his Rhimes, as they would be fond of an Asseinego, that could sing his part in a Catch, or of a Baboon that could whistle Walsingham. The grosser part of his gentle Readers believe the Beast to be more than Man; as Ancient Rusticks took his Ancestors for those Demy Gods they call Fauns and Satyrs.

This was the Character, which my Friend gave of the Au­thor of this miserable Libel, which immediately made me ap­prehend that it was the very same Person, who endeavour'd to expose you in a Billinsgate Libel, at the very time that you were doing him a Favour at his own earnest Desire, who attempted to undermine Mr. PHILIPS in one of his Guardians, at the same time that the Crocodile smil'd on him, embrac'd him, and called him Friend, who wrote a Prologue in praise of CATO, and teas'd Lintott to publish Remarks upon it; who at the same time, that he openly extoll'd Sir Richard Steele in the highest manner, secretly publish'd the Infamous Libel of Dr. Andrew Tripe upon him; who, as he is in Shape a Monkey, is so in his every Action; in his senseless Chattering, and his merry [Page 3] Grimaces, in his doing hourly Mischief and hiding himself in the variety of his Ridiculous Postures, and his continual Shiftings, from Place to Place, from Persons to Persons, from Thing to Thing. But whenever he Scribbles, he is emphatically a Monkey, in his awkard servile Imitations. For in all his Productions, he has been an Imitator, from his Imitation of VIRGILS Bucolicks, to this present Imitation of HORACE.—His Pastorals were writ in Imitation of VIR­GIL,—His Rape of the Lock of BOILEAU,—His Essay on Cri­ticism, of the present Duke of Buckingham, and of my Lord Rofcommon.—His Windsor-Forest of Sir John Denham,—His Ode upon St. Caecilia of Mr. Dryden, and—His Temple of Fame, of CHAUCER.

Thus for fifteen Years together this Ludicrous Animal has been a constant Imitator. Yet he has rather mimick'd these great Genius's, than he has Imitated them. He has given a False and a Ridiculous Turn to all their good and their great Qualities, and has, as far as in him lies, Burlesqu'd them with­out knowing it. But after having been for fifteen Years as it were an Imitator, he has made no Proficiency. His first Imita­tions, tho' bad, are rather better than the Succeeding, and this last Imitation of HORACE, the most execrable of them all.

If you should chance, Sir, to shew this LETTER to any of your Acquaintance who have perus'd his Senseless Calum­nies, they may think perhaps that we follow his Example, and retort Slander upon him. I desire that you would have the Goodness to assure such, that in the Moral part of his Character, and all that relates to matter of Fact, there is no manner of Rhetorick us'd, all is exactly and literally true, [Page 4] for which we appeal to those Poetical Persons, with whom we have been most conversant in Covent-Garden. We have always been of Opinion that he who invents, or pretends, or falsifies Matter of Fact, in order to slander any one, deserves an In­famous Punishment, and we have always had before our Eyes the following Verses out of Horace.

As to what relates to the Person of this wretched Libeller, if in that there may be some trifling Exaggerations, yet even that is not design'd to Deceive or Impose upon any to whom you mey happen to shew it, but is intended to lead them to an exact Knowledge of the Truth by a very little enlarging upon it.

But if any one appears to be concern'd at our upbraiding him with his Natural Deformity, which did not come by his own Fault, but seems to be the Curse of God upon him; we desire that Person to consider, that this little Monster has up­braided People with their Calamities and their Diseases which are either false or past, or which he himself gave them by administring Poison to them; we desire that Person to consider that Calamities and Diseases, if they are neither false nor past, are common to all Men; that a Man can no more help his Calamities and his Diseases, than a Monster can his De­formity; that there is no Misfortune, but what the Genera­lity of Mankind are liable too; and that there is no one Dis­ease, but what all the rest of Men are subject too; whereas the Deformity of this Libeller is Visible, Present, Lasting, Unalterable, and Peculiar to himself. 'Tis the mark of God and Nature upon him, to give us warning that we should hold no Society with him, as a Creature not of our Original, nor of our Species. And they who have refus'd to take this Warning which God and Nature have given them, and have in spight of it, by a senseless Presumption, ventur'd to be fa­miliar [Page 5] with him, have severely suffer'd for it, by his Perfidi­ousness. They tell me, he has been lately pleas'd to say, That 'tis Doubtful if the Race of Men are the offspring of Adam or of the ^* Devil. But if 'tis doubtful as to the Race of Men, 'tis cer­tain at least, that his Original is not from Adam, but from the Devil. By his constant and malicious Lying, and by that Angel Face and Form of his, 'tis plain that he wants nothing but Horns and Tail, to be the exact Resemblance, both in Shape and Mind, of his Infernal Father. Thus, Sir, I return you Truth for Slander, and a just Satire for an Extravagant Libel, which is therefore ridiculously called an Imitation of Horace, you know very well, Sir, that the Difference between Horace, and such an Imitation of him, is almost Infinite; and I leave you to consider what Influence such an Imita­tion must have upon his Readers of both Kinds, both upon those who are acquainted with that Great Poet, and with those that know him not; how contemptible it must render Horace to the latter, and his Imitator to the former, who when they shall behold the Ghost of their old and their valu­ed Friend, raised up before them, by this awkard Conjurer, in a Manner so ridiculously frightful, when they behold him thus miserably mangled, and reflect at once with Contempt and Horrour, upon this Barbarous Usage of him, will not be able to refrain from exclaiming in the most vehement Manner.

They must think that their old and valued Friend had a Prophetick Spirit, and seem'd to foretel the Usage, which he has lately received from this Barbarian and his Brethren, when in the fourth Ode of his Third Book he cryed,

But as for the other sorts of Readers, the Readers who have no knowledge of Horace, but from this contemptible Imitati­on; what must they think, Sir, of those great Men, who ex­tol him, for the second Genius of the Roman-Empire, Illustri­ous for so many great Qualities which are to be sound in him [Page 6] alone. Must they not look upon all his Admirers, as so ma­ny Learned Ideots, and upon the Roman-Empire it self, as a vast Nation of Fools.

You know very well, Sir, that as Horace had a firmness of Judgment, and a sureness and truth of Taste; he never once form'd a wrong Judgment to himself, either of the Actions of Men in general, or of the particular Worth and Merit of Authors; he had an Honour and a Rectitude of Soul, that would have oblig'd him to die a thousand times rather than to Write any thing against his Conscience.

He was capable indeed of being provok'd to expose either a Fool or a Knave, whom otherwise he might have suffer'd to have remain'd in Obscurity; but the most barbarous Usage of his most Malicious Enemy, could never urge him to slan­der that Enemy. From this Force and Clearness of his Un­derstanding, and this Noble Rectitude of his Will, it has pro­ceeded that all his Censures are like so many Decrees, that have been all affirm'd by Posterity, the only Supream Court of Judicature, for the Distribution of Fame and Infamy, from which Mankind can have no Appeal. That Supream, Impartial, Incorruptible Judicature, has the same Opinions of Persons and Things, and especially of Authors that he had. The same high Value for Tibullus, for Pollio, for Varius, for Virgil; and the same Contempt for Bavius, for Maevius, for Cri­spinus, for Alpinus, for Fannius, and for a Thousand more.

The same Justness and Fineness of Discernment and the same noble Rectitude of will, appear in the French Satirist, which make the most considerable Share of his Merit, and the most Distinguishing part of his Character, if we will believe what he says of himself, in his Admirable Epistle to Monsieur SEIGNELEY. You know, Sir, that what Boileau says there of himself is exactly true in Fact. The Persons whom he has attack'd in his Writings have been for the most part Authors and most of those Authors Poets. The Censures which he has pass'd on them have been confirm'd by all Europe. But at the same time that judicious Poet, has been as liberal of his Praise to his Contemporaries, who were excellent in their Kinds, as Corneille, Racine, Moliere, and La Fontaine; Nay, he [Page 7] was generous enough to defend Racine, and to support and strengthen him, when a Clamorous croud of miserable Au­thors endeavoured to oppress him, as appears by his Admirable Epistle addrest to that Tragick Poet.

You, and I, both know very well, Sir, that there has been never wanting a Floud of such Authors, neither in England nor France, who being like this Imitator, in ev'ry Respect, the reverse of Horace, in Honour, in Discernment, in Genius; have always combin'd to atack any thing that has apear'd above their own dull Level, while they have hug'd and admir'd each other, Authors who have thought to be too hard for their Adversaries by opposing Billinsgate to Reason, and Dogmatical Assertion to Moral Demonstration; and who have been Ideots enough to belive that their Noise and Impudence could alter the Nature of Things, and the Notions of Men of Sense.

Of all these Libellers, the present Imitator is the most Im­pudent, and the most Incorrigible, who has lately pester'd and plagued the World with Five or Six Scandalous Libels in Prose, that are all of them at once so stupid and so Ma­licious, that Men of Sence are Doubtful, if they should at­tribute them to the Libellers Native Idiotism or to Acci­dental Madness.

In all these Libels, the chief Objects of his Scandal and Malice, have been Persons of distinguish'd Merit and among these he has fallen upon none so foully as his Friends and Benefactors. Among these latter, he has attack'd no one so often, or with so much ridiculous, impotent Mallice, as Sir Richard Blackmore; who is Estimable for a thousand good and great Qualities. And what time has he chosen to do this. Why just after that Gentelman had laid very great Oblega­tions on him; and just after he had oblig'd the World with, so many Editions of his Excellent Poem upon CREATION, which Poem alone is worth all the Folios, that this Libeller will ever write and which will render its Author the Delight and Admiration of Posterity. So that 'tis hard to deter­mine whether this Libeller is more remarkable for his Judg­ment or his Gratitude.

I dare venture to affirm, that there is not an Author living so little Qualified for a Censurer as himself. I know nothing for which he is so ill Qualified as he is for Judg­ing [Page 8] unless it be for Translating HOMER. He has neither Taste nor judgment, but is, if you will pardon a Quibble, the very necessity of Parnassus; for he has none of the Poetical Laws; or if he has the Letter of any, He has it without the Spirit. Whenever he pretends to Criticise, I fancy I see Sham­well or Cheatly in the Squire of Alsatia, cutting a Sham or Banter to abuse some Bubble. The Presace is full of gross Er­rours, and he has shewn himself in it, a Dogmatical, Ignorant Impudent Second Hand Critick. As for the Poem, however he may cry up HOMER for being every where a Graecian— Trumpeter in the Original, I can see no Trumpeter in the Translator, but the King of Spain's. But since his Friends will alledge 'tis easie to say this, I desire it may go for nothing till I have so plainly prov'd it, that the most Foolish, and the most Partial of them shall not be able to deny it.

As for what they call his Verses, he has, like Mr. Bayes, got a notable knack of Rhiming and Writing smooth verse, but without either Genius or Good Sense, or any tolerable Knowledge of English, as I believe I shall shew plainly, when I come to the rest of his Imitations. As for his Translation of HOMER, I could never borrow it till this very Day, and de­sign to read it over to Morrow; so that shortly you may ex­pect to hear more of it. I will only tell you beforehand, that HOMER seems to me to be untranslatable in any Modern Language. That great Poet is just in his Desings, admirable in his Characters, and for the most part exact in his Rea­soning and correct in his Noble Sentiments; but these are Ex­cellencies, which may be already seen in the Prose Translati­ons of Him.

The Qualities which so admirably distinguish HOMER from most other Writers, and which therefore a Translator in Verse is particularly oblig'd to show, because they cannot be shown in Prose, are the Beauty of his Diction, and the va­rious Harmony of his Versification. But 'tis as Ridiculous to pretend to make these Shine out in English Rhimes, as it would be to Emulate upon a Bag-pipe, the Solemn and Ma­jestick Thorough Basse of an Organ.

But you may suddenly expect more of this, if what I have already said, happens to entertain you.