Mr. Ozell is severely touched by Mr. Pope in the first book of the Dunciad, on what account we cannot determine; perhaps that satyrist has only introduced him to grace the train of his Dunces.  Ozell was incensed to the last degree by this usage, and in a paper called The Weekly Medley, September 1729, he published the following strange Advertisement[B].  ’As to my learning, this envious wretch knew, and every body knows, that the whole bench of bishops, not long ago, were pleased to give me a purse of guineas for discovering the erroneous translations of the Common Prayer in Portugueze, Spanish, French, Italian, &c.  As for my genius, let Mr. Cleland shew better verses in all Pope’s works, than Ozell’s version of Boileau’s Lutrin, which the late lord Hallifax was so well pleased with, that he complimented him with leave to dedicate it to him, &c. &c.  Let him shew better and truer poetry in The Rape of the Lock, than in Ozell’s Rape of the Bucket, which, because an ingenious author happened to mention in the same breath with Pope’s, viz.

’Let Ozell sing the Bucket, Pope the Lock,

’the little gentleman had like to have run mad; and Mr. Toland and Mr. Gildon publicly declared Ozell’s Translation of Homer to be, as it was prior, so likewise superior, to Pope’s.——­Surely, surely, every man is free to deserve well of his country!’

John Ozell.

This author died about the middle of October 1743, and was buried in a vault of a church belonging to St. Mary Aldermanbury.  He never experienced any of the vicissitudes of fortune, which have been so frequently the portion of his inspired brethren, for a person born in the same county with him, and who owed particular obligations to his family, left him a competent provision:  besides, he had always enjoyed good places.  He was for some years auditor-general of the city and Bridge accounts, and, to the time of his decease, auditor of the accounts of St. Paul’s Cathedral, and St. Thomas’s Hospital.  Though, in reality, Ozell was a man of very little genius, yet Mr. Coxeter asserts, that his conversation was surprizingly pleasing, and that he had a pretty good knowledge of men and things.  He possibly possessed a large share of good nature, which, when joined with but a tolerable understanding, will render the person, who is blessed with it, more amiable, than the most flashy wit, and the highest genius without it.

[Footnote A:  Jacob.]

[Footnote B:  Notes on the Dunciad.]

End of the Fourth Volume.