“’It is only within the last twenty or thirty years that those notable discoveries in criticism have been made which have taught our recent versifiers to undervalue this energetic, melodious, and moral poet.  The consequences of this want of due esteem for a writer whom the good sense of our predecessors had raised to his proper station have been NUMEROUS AND DEGRADING ENOUGH.  This is not the place to enter into the subject, even as far as it affects our poetical numbers alone, and there is matter of more importance that requires present reflection.’

     “The second is from the volume of a young person learning to write
     poetry, and beginning by teaching the art.  Hear him[6]: 

                        “’But ye were dead
        To things ye knew not of—­were closely wed
        To musty laws lined out with wretched rule
        And compass vile; so that ye taught a school[7]
        Of dolts to smooth, inlay, and chip, and fit,
        Till, like the certain wands of Jacob’s wit,
        Their verses tallied.  Easy was the task:
        A thousand handicraftsmen wore the mask
        Of poesy.  Ill-fated, impious race,
        That blasphemed the bright lyrist to his face,
        And did not know it; no, they went about
        Holding a poor decrepit standard out
        Mark’d with most flimsy mottos, and in large
        The name of one Boileau.’

     “A little before the manner of Pope is termed

                        “’A scism[8],
        Nurtured by foppery and barbarism,
        Made great Apollo blush for this his land.’

     “I thought ‘foppery’ was a consequence of refinement; but
     n’importe.

     “The above will suffice to show the notions entertained by the new
     performers on the English lyre of him who made it most tunable,
     and the great improvements of their own variazioni.

“The writer of this is a tadpole of the Lakes, a young disciple of the six or seven new schools, in which he has learnt to write such lines and such sentiments as the above.  He says, ’easy was the task’ of imitating Pope, or it may be of equalling him, I presume.  I recommend him to try before he is so positive on the subject, and then compare what he will have then written and what he has now written with the humblest and earliest compositions of Pope, produced in years still more youthful than those of Mr. K. when he invented his new ‘Essay on Criticism,’ entitled ‘Sleep and Poetry’ (an ominous title), from whence the above canons are taken.  Pope’s was written at nineteen, and published at twenty-two.

“Such are the triumphs of the new schools, and such their scholars.  The disciples of Pope were Johnson, Goldsmith, Rogers,