EPISTLE XV. TO A SWISS OFFICER. From his FRIEND AT ROME. BY JOSEPH SPence, m. a. FROM horrid mountains ever hid in snow, Bred up to slav'ry and dissembled pain, Unhappy man! you trifle with your chain: But should your friend with your desires comply, And sell himself to Rome and slav'ry ; Epist. XV. EPISTLES CRITICAL, &c. 161 He could not wear his trammels with that art, You'd soon repent the livery that you gave; Falsely you blame our barren rocks and plains, Happy in freedom and laborious swains: Our peasants cheerful to the field repair, And can enjoy the labors of the year; Whilst yours, beneath some tree, with mournful eyes, Sees for his haughty lord his harvest rise: Then silent sighs; but stops his slavish breath: Scarce knows the ploughshare, or the reaper's toil. In arms we breed our youth. To dart from far, And aim aright the thunder of the war : To whirl the faulchion, and direct the blow; To ward the stroke, or bear upon the foe. Early in hardships through the woods they fly, Nor feel the piercing frost, or wintry sky; Some prowling wolf or foamy boar to meet, And stretch the panting savage at their feet: Inur'd by this, they seek a nobler war, And shew an honest pride in every scar; With joy the danger and the blood partake, Whilst every wound is for their country's sake. I envy not your arts, the Roman schools, Weak are your offers to the free and brave; Hear me, ye rocks, ye mountains, and ye plains, In thee, my Country, will I fix my seat; Nor envy the poor wretch, that wou'd be great : My life and arms I dedicate to Thee; For, know, it is my int'rest to be free. NOTES ON EPISTLES CRITICAL AND DIDACTIC. EPISTLE I. Page 1. THE Author of this Epistle was descended from the Parnells who had been long seated at Congleton in Cheshire, but on the Restoration withdrew to Ireland, in consequence of their adherence to the Commonwealth party. In the capital of that kingdom our Poet was born in 1676, and, having been instructed in the classics by Dr. Jones, was admitted into Trinity College, Dublin, at the age of thirteen. In July 1700, he took his master's degree and orders; and about four years after was collated by the Bishop of Clogher, to that archdeaconry. Prior, however, to this period, he married a Miss Anne Minchin, who was remarkable both for beauty and merit. By her he had two sons and a daughter. The latter survived him, but both the former died young. The loss of his wife, preyed greatly on his spirits and considerably hastened his own dissolution. Dying on his way to Ireland, at Chester, he was there buried in Trinity church. Dr. Parnell lived in habits of intimacy with the great and the witty, and was loved and sought after by all who knew him. It appears from Swift's Journal to Stella, that our Author, who was introduced to Bolingbroke, by the Dean, adopted several of his hints for improving this Epistle. Allegory is in itself so retired a way of writing, that it was thought proper to say something before hand concerning this Piece, which is entirely framed upon it. The design, therefore, is to shew the several styles which have been made use of by those who have endeavored to write in verse. The scheme, by which it is carried on, supposes an old Grecian Poet couching his observations or instructions within an Allegory; which Allegory is wrought out upon the single word Flight, as in the figurative way it signifies a thought above the common level: here Wit is made to be Pegasus, and the Poet his Rider, who flies by several countries where he must not touch, by which are meant so many vicious styles, and arrives at last at the Sublime. This way of Writing is not only very engaging to the fancy, whenever it is well performed; but it has been thought also one of the first that the Poets made use of. Hence arose many of those stories concerning the Heathen Gods, which at first were invented to insinuate Truth and Morality more pleasingly, and which afterwards made Poetry itself more solemn, when they happened to be received into the Heathen Divinity. And indeed there seems to be no likelier way by which a Poetical Genius may |