Referring to another place, what occurs upon the style and execution of the Fables, I have only to add, that they were published early in spring 1700, in a large folio, and with the “Ode to Saint Cecilia.”  The epistle to Driden of Chesterton, and a translation of the first Iliad, must have move than satisfied the mercantile calculations of Tonson, since they contained seventeen hundred verses above the quantity which Dryden had contracted to deliver.  In the preface, the author vindicates himself with great spirit against his literary adversaries; makes his usual strong and forcible remarks on the genius of the authors whom he had imitated; and, in this his last critical work, shows all the acumen which had so long distinguished his powers.  The Fables were dedicated to the last Duke of Ormond, the grandson of the Barzillai of “Absalom and Achitophel,” and the son of the heroic Earl of Ossory; friends both, and patrons of Dryden’s earlier essays.  There is something affecting in a connection so honourably maintained; and the sentiment, as touched by Dryden, is simply pathetic.  “I am not vain enough to boast, that I have deserved the value of so illustrious a line; but my fortune is the greater, that for three descents they have been pleased to distinguish my poems from those of other men; and have accordingly made me their peculiar care.  May it be permitted me to say, that as your grandfather and father were cherished monarchs, so I have been esteemed and patronised by the grandfather, the father, and the son, descended from one of the most ancient, most conspicuous, and most deserving families in Europe.”

There were also prefixed to the “Fables,” those introductory verses addressed to the beautiful Duchess of Ormond,[43] which have all the easy, felicitous, and sprightly gallantry, demanded on such occasions.  The incense, it is said, was acknowledged by a present of L500; a donation worthy of the splendid house of Ormond.  The sale of the “Fables” was surprisingly slow:  even the death of the author, which has often sped away a lingering impression, does not seem to have increased the demand; and the second edition was not printed till 1713, when, Dryden and all his immediate descendants being no more, the sum stipulated upon that event was paid by Tonson to Lady Sylvius, daughter of one of Lady Elizabeth Dryden’s brothers, for the benefit of his widow, then in a state of lunacy.—­See Appendix, vol. xviii.

The end of Dryden’s labours was now fast approaching; and, as his career began upon the stage, it was in some degree doomed to terminate there.  It is true, he never recalled his resolution to write no more plays; but Vanbrugh having about this time revised and altered for the Drury-lane theatre, Fletcher’s lively comedy of “The Pilgrim,” it was agreed that Dryden, or, as one account says, his son Charles,[44] should have the profits of a third night on condition of adding to the piece a Secular Masque, adapted to the supposed termination of the seventeenth