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Viri benè de fe, de Litteris meriti

Quoad viveret Fautor,
Poft Obitum piè inemor,

Hoc illi Saxum poni voluit.
J. PHILIPS, STEPHANI, S. T. P Archidiaconi
Salop, Filius, natus est Bamptoniæ

in agro Oxon. Dec, 30, 1676.
Obiit Herefordiæ, Feb. 15, 1708.

Philips has been always praised, without contradiction, as a man modest, blameless, and pious; who bore narrowness of fortune without discontent, and tedious and painful maladies without impatience; beloved by those that knew him, but not ambitious to be know. He was probably not formed for a wide circle. His conversation is commended for its innocent gaiety, which seems to have flowed only among his intimates, for I have been told, that he was in company filent and barren, and employed only upon the pleasures of his pipe, His addiction to tobacco is mentioned by one of his biographers, who remarks that in all his writings, except Blen. heim, he has found an opportunity of celebrating the fragrant fume. In common life he was probably one of those who please by

not offending, and whose person, was loved because his writings were adınired. He died honoured and lamented, before any part of his reputation had withered, and before his patron St. John had disgraced him.

His works are few. The Splendid Shilling has the uncommon merit of an original defign, unless it may be thought precluded by the ancient Centos. To degrade the founding words and stately construction of Milton, by an application to the lowest and most trivial things, gratifies the mind with a momentary, triumph over that grandeur which hitherto held its captives in admiration; the words and things are presented with a new 'appearance, and novelty is always grateful where it : gives no pain.

But the merit of such performances begins and ends with the first author. He that should again adapt Milton's phrase to the gross incidents of common life, and even : adapt it with more art, which would no: be difficult, must yet expect but a small part of the praise which Philips has obtained ; he


can only hope to be considered as the repeater of a jest.

“ The parody on Milton,” fays Gildon, " is the only tolerable production of its au" thor.” This is a censure too dogmatical and violent. The


of Blenheim was never denied to be tolerable, even by those who do not allow its supreme excellence. It is indeed the poem of a scholar, all inexpert of war; of a man who writes books from books, and studies the world in a college. He seems to have formed his ideas of the field of Blenheim from the battles of the heroic ages, or the tales of chivalry, with very little comprehension of the qualities necessary to the composition of a modern hero, which Addison has displayed with so much propriety. He makes Marlborough behold at a distance the slaughter made by Tallard, then baste to encounter and restrain him, and mow his way through ranks made headless by his sword.

He imitates Milton's numbers indeed, but imitates them very injudiciously. Deformity is easily copied ; and whatever there is in Milton which the reader wishes away, all


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that is obsolete, peculiar, or licentious, iš accumulated with great care by Philips. Mil: ton's verse was harmonious, in proportion to the general state of our metre in Milton's age; and, if he had written after the im. provements made by Dryden, it is reasonable to believe that he would have admitted a more pleasing modulation of numbers into his work; but Philips fits down with a refolution to make no more musick than he found; to want all that his master wanted, though he is very far from having what his master had. Those asperities, therefore, that are venera, ble in the Paradise Lost, are contemptible in the Blenheim.

There is a Latin ode written to his patron St. John, in return for a present of wine and tobacco, which cannot be passed without gotice. It is

It is gay and elegant, and exhibits : several artful accommodations of classick expressions to new purposes. It seems better turned than the odes of Hannes *

; Tos

* This ode I am willing to mention, because there seems to be an error in all the printed copies, which is, I find, retained in the last. They all read;

Quam Gratiarum cura decentium
O! O! labellis cui Venus infidet.


To the poein on Cider, written in imitation of the Georgicks, may be given this peculiar praise, that it is grounded in truth; that the precepts which it contains are exact and just; and that it is therefore, at once, a book of entertainment and of science.

This I was told by Miller, the great gardener and botanist, whose expression was, that there were niany

books written on the same subječt in prof, which do not contain so much truth as that poem.

In the disposition of his matter, so as to intersperse precepts relating to the culture of trees, with sentiments more generally alluring, and in easy and graceful transitions from one subject to another, he has very diligently imitated his master; but he unhappily pleased himself with blank verse, and supposed that the numbers of Milton, which impress the mind with veneration, combined as they are with subjects of inconceivable, grandeur, could be sustained by images which

The author probably wrote,

Quam Gratiarum cura decentium
Ornat; labellis cui Venus infidet,

Dr. J.


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