1 I'd call them mountains, but can't call them so,
For fear to wrong them with a name too low;
While the fair vales beneath so humbly lie,
That even humble feems a term too high.

III. The third Clafs remains, of the Diminishing Figures: And 1. the ANTICLIMAX, where the fecond line drops quite fhort of the firft, than which nothing creates greater surprize.

On the extent of the British Arms.
Under the Tropicks is our language spoke,
And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our Yoke.

On a Warrior.

And thou Dalhouffy the great God of War,
Lieutenant Colonel to the Earl of Mar.

On the Valour of the English.

Nor Art nor Nature has the force
To flop its freddy courfe,
Nor Alps nor Pyrenæans keep it out,
Nor fortify'd Redoubt.

At other times this figure operates in a larger extent; and when the gentle reader is in expectation of fome great image, he either finds it furprizingly imperfect, or is prefented with fomething low, or quite ridiculous. A furprize refembling that of a * Wall. 1 Апоп. m Denn. on Namur,

i Anon.

curious perfon in a cabinet of Antique Statues, who beholds on the Pedestal the names of Homer, or Cato; but looking up, finds Homer without a head, and nothing to be seen of Cato but his privy-member. Such are these lines of a Leviathan at fea.

n His motion works, and beats the oozy mud,
And with its flime incorporates the flood,
'Till all tb' encumber'd, thick, fermenting fiream
Does like one Pot of boiling Ointment feem.
Where'er be faims, be leaves along the lake,
Such frothy furrows, fuch a foamy track,
That all the waters of the deep appear
Hoary-with age, or grey with fudden fear.

But perhaps even these are excelled by the enfuing.

• Now the refifted flames and fiery flore,
By winds affaulted, in wide forges roar,
And raging feas flow down of melted Ore.
Sometimes they hear long Iron Bars remov'd,
And to and fro huge Heaps of Cinders shov'd.

2. The VULGAR,

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is alfo a Species of the Diminishing: By this a spear fying into the air is compared to a boy whistling as he goes on an errand,

Blackm. Job, p. 197.

• Pr. Arthur. p. 157.
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P The mighty Stuffa threw a mafy Spear, Which, with its Errand pleas'd, fung thro' the air. A Man raging with grief to a Mastiff Dog: 9 I cannot ftifle this gigantic woe,

Nor on my raging grief a muzzle throuv.

And Clouds big with water to a woman in great neceffity:

Diftended with,the Waters in 'em pent,

The clouds hang deep in air, but hang unrent.

3. The INFANTINE.

This is when a Poet grows fo very fimple, as to think and talk like a child. I fhall take my examples from the greatest Master in this way: Hear how the fondles, like a meer stammerer.

Little Charm of placid mien,
Miniature of beauty's queen,
Hither, British mufe of mine,
Hither, all ye Græcian Nine,
With the lovely Graces Three,
And your pretty Nurfeling fee.

When the meadows next are feen,
Sweet enamel, white and green,
When again the lambkins play,
Pretty Sportlings full of May.

P. Pr. Arthur.

Mifs Cuzzona.

9, Job, p. 41.

Amb. Philips on

Then the neck fo white and round,
(Little Neck with brillants bound.)
And thy Gentleness of mind,
(Gentle from a gentle kind) etc.

Happy thrice, and thrice agen,

Happiest be of happy men, etc.

and the rest of thofe excellent Lullabies of his compofition.

How prettily he asks the sheep to teach him to bleat?

Teach me to grieve with bleating moan, my sheep.

Hear how a babe would reason, on his nurse's death:

That ever she could die! Oh most unkind!
To die, and leave poor Colinet behind? .
And yet,-Why blame 1 her?-

With no lefs fimplicity does he fuppofe that shepherdeffes tear their hair and beat their breafts, at their own deaths:

"Ye brighter maids, faint emblems of my fair,
With looks caft down, and with dishevel'd hair,
In bitter anguish beat your breafts, and moan
Her death untimely, as it were your own.

$ Philips's Paftorals.

t. Ibid.

u Ibid.

4. The INANITY, or NOTHINGNESS.

Of this the fame author furnishes us with most beautiful inftances:

y Ab filly I, more filly than my sheep,

(Which on the flow'ry plain I once did keep.)
To the grave Senate she could counfel give,
(What with astonishment they did receive.}
He whom loud cannon could not terrify,
Falls (from the grandeur of his Majefty.)
Happy merry as a king,

Sipping dew, you fip, and fing.

The Nove returning with returning Light, What did it?

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Difpers'd the Silence, and difpell'd the Night.

You eafily perceive the Nothingness of every fecond Verfe.

The glories of proud London to furvey,

The Sun bimfelf fhall rife—by break of day.

The EXPLETIVE,

admirably exemplified in the Epithets of many authors.

Th' umbrageous fhadow, and the verdant green,
The running current, and odorous fragrance
Chear my lone folitude with joyous gladness.

y Ibid.

z Phil. on Q. Mary. on a Grafhopper. Anon.

a Ibid.

d Autor. Vet.

b T. Cook