Another prose Essay of Mr. Dennis’s, which does him very great honour, is his Grounds of Criticism in Poetry.  Amongst many masterly things, which he there advances, is the following.  ’The antient poets (says he) derived that advantage which they have over the moderns, to the constituting their subjects after a religious manner; and from the precepts of Longinus, it appears that the greatest sublimity is to be derived from religious ideas.’

Mr. Dennis then observes, that one of the principal reasons, that has made the modern poetry so contemptible, is that by divesting itself of religion, it is fallen from its dignity, and its original nature and excellence; and from the greatest production in the mind of man, it is dwindled to an extravagant, and vain amusement.  When subjects are in themselves great, the ideas of the writer must likewise be great; and nothing is in its nature so dignified as religion.  This he illustrates by many examples from Milton, who when he raises his voice to heaven, and speaks the language of the divinity, then does he reach the true sublime; but when he descends to the more trifling consideration of human things, his wing is necessarily depressed, and his strains are less transporting.  We shall now take a view of Mr. Dennis, in that part of his life and writings, in which he makes a less considerable figure, by exposing himself to the resentment of one so much his superior; and who, after a long provocation, at last, let loose his rage against him, in a manner that no time can obliterate.  Mr. Dennis we have already observed, waged a perpetual war with successful writers, except those few who were his friends; but never engaged with so much fury, and less justice, against the writings of any poet, as those of Mr. Pope.

Some time after the death of Dryden, when Pope’s reputation began to grow, his friends who were sanguine in his interest, were imprudent enough to make comparisons, and really assert, that Pope was the greatest poet of the two:  Dennis, who had made court to Dryden, and was respected by him, heard this with indignation, and immediately exerted all the criticism and force of which he was master, to reduce the character of Pope.  In this attempt he neither has succeeded, nor did he pursue it like a gentleman.

In his reflexions on Pope’s Essay on Criticism, he uses the following unmannerly epithets.  ’A young squab, short gentleman, whose outward form tho’ it should be that of a downright monkey, would not differ so much from human shape, as his unthinking, immaterial part does from human understanding.—­He is as stupid and as venomous as an hunch-backed toad.—­A book through which folly and ignorance, those brethren so lame, and impotent, do ridiculously look very big, and very dull, and strut, and hobble cheek by jowl, with their arms on kimbo, being led, and supported, and bully-backed, by that blind Hector impudence.’  The reasons which our critic gives for this extraordinary