Equally original is Purney’s concept of simplicity, which he insisted should appear in the style and the nature of the characters, not in denuding the fable and in divesting the poem of the ornaments of poetry, as Pope had argued in the preface of his Pastorals.  It was this concept that also led Purney to his unusual theory of enervated diction.  How unusual it was can be judged by comparing with the then-current practices and theories of poetic diction his recommendation of monosyllables, expletives, the archaic language of Chaucer and Spenser, and current provincialisms—­devices that Gay had used for burlesque—­as means of producing the soft and the tender.

But it is hardly true that Purney’s “true kinship is with the romantics,” as Mr. White claims, for there is a wide chasm between a romantic and a daring and extravagant neoclassicist.  Rather, Purney’s search for a subjective psychological basis for criticism is one of the elements out of which the romantic aesthetics was eventually evolved, and it frequently led him to conclusions that reappear later in the eighteenth century.

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In addition to editing Purney’s pastorals, Mr. H.O.  White has published an exhaustive study of “Thomas Purney, a Forgotten Poet and Critic of the Eighteenth Century” in Essays and Studies by Members of the English Association, XV (1929), 67-97.  University of Illinois.

  Earl.  R. Wasserman

A FULL ENQUIRY INTO THE TRUE NATURE OF PASTORAL.

The PROEME or first Chapter of which contains a SUMMARY of all that the CRITICKS, ancient or modern, have hitherto deliver’d on that SUBJECT.  After which follows what the Author has farther to advance, in order to carry the POEM on to its utmost Perfection.

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Written by Mr. PURNEY.

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LONDON

Printed by H.P. for JONAS BROWN, at the Black Swan without Temple-Bar. 1717.

PROEME.

Cubbin (ye know the Kentish Swain) was basking in the Sun one Summer-Morn:  His Limbs were stretch’d all soft upon the Sands, and his Eye on the Lasses feeding in the Shade.  The gentle Paplet peep’d at Colly thro’ a Hedge, and this he try’d to put in Rhime, when he saw a Person of unusual Air come tow’rd him.  Yet neither the Novelty of his Dress, nor the fairness of his Mien could win the Mind of the Swain from his rural Amusement, till he accosted the thoughtful Shepherd thus.

If you are the Cubbin, said he, I enquire for, as by the Peculiarity of your Countenance, and the Firmness of your Look, you seem, young Boy, to be; I would hold some Discourse with you.  The Pastorals of your Performance I have seen; and tho’ I will not call ’em Perfect, I think they show a Genius not wholly to be overlookt.  My Name, continued he, is Sophy, nor is it unknown in the World.  In this Book (and here he pluckt it out of his Pocket) I have pen’d some Rules for your future Guidance.