Eclogues, taken all together, are rather select poems than pastorals; I might have said the same thing, with no less truth, of Theocritus. The reason of this I take to be yet unobserved by the critics, viz., "They never meant them all for pastorals;" which it is plain Philips hath done, and in that particular excelled both Theocritus and Virgil. As simplicity is the distinguishing characteristic of pastoral, Virgil has been thought guilty of too courtly a style : his language is perfectly pure, and he often forgets he is among peasants. I have frequently wondered that, since he was so conversant in the writings of Ennius, he had not imitated the rusticity of the Doric, as well by the help of the old obsolete Roman language, as Philips hath by the antiquated English: for example, might he not have said Quoi instead of Cui; Quoijum for Cujum; volt for vult, &c. as well as our modern hath Welladay for Alas, Whilome for of old, make mock for deride, and witless younglings for simple lambs, &c., by which means he had attained as much of the air of Theocritus, as Philips hath of Spenser. Mr. Pope hath fallen into the same error with Virgil. His clowns do not converse in all the simplicity proper to the country: his names are borrowed from Theocritus and Virgil, which are improper to the scene of his pastorals. He introduces Daphnis, Alexis, and Thyrsis on British plains, as Virgil had done before him on the Mantuan : whereas Philips, who hath the strictest regard to propriety, makes choice of names peculiar to the country, and more agreeable to a reader of delicacy; such as Hobbinol, Lobbin,Cuddy, and Colin Clout. So easy as pastoral writing may seem (in the simplicity we have described it), yet it requires great reading, both of the ancients and moderns, to be a master of it. Philips hath given us manifest proofs of his knowledge of books: it must be confessed his competitor hath imitated some single thoughts of the ancients well enough, if we consider he had not the happiness of an university education; but he hath dispersed them here and there, without that order and method which Mr. Philips observes, whose whole third pastoral is an instance how well he hath studied the fifth of Virgil, and how judiciously reduced Virgil's thoughts to the standard of pastoral; as his contention of Colin Clout and the Nightingale shows with what exactness he hath imitated Strada. When I remarked it as a principal fault to introduce fruits and flowers of a foreign growth in descriptions where the scene lies in our own country, I did not design that observation should extend also to animals, or the sensitive life; for Philips hath with great judgment described wolves in England in his first pastoral. Nor would I have a poet slavishly confine himself (as Mr. Pope hath done) to one particular season of the year, one certain time of the day, and one unbroken scene in each eclogue. It is plain Spenser neglected this pedantry, who in his pastoral of November mentions the mournful song of the nightingale : "Sad Philomel her song in tears doth steep." And Mr. Philips, by a poetical creation, hath raised up finer beds of flowers than the most industrious gardener; his roses, lilies, and daffodils, blow all in the same season. But the better to discover the merits of our two contemporary pastoral writers, I shall endeavour to draw a parallel of them, by setting several of their particular thoughts in the same light, whereby it will be obvious how much Philips hath the advantage. With what simplicity he introduces two shepherds singing alternately: "Hobb. Come, Rosalind, O come, for without thee What pleasure can the country have for me? "Lang. Come, Rosalind, O come; here shady bowers, Here are cool fountains, and here springing flowers. And sweetly waste our live-long time away." Our other pastoral writer, in expressing the same thought, deviates into downright poetry: "Streph. In spring the fields, in autumn hills I love, VOL. II. At morn the plains, at noon the shady grove, X "Daph. Sylvia's like autumn ripe, yet mild as May, More bright than noon, yet fresh as early day; In the first of these authors, two shepherds thus innocently describe the behaviour of their mistresses: "Hobb. As Marian bathed, by chance I passed by; She blush'd, and at me cast a side-long eye : "Lang. As I to cool me bathed one sultry day, The wanton laugh'd, and seem'd in haste to fly; The other modern (who it must be confessed hath a knack of versifying) hath it as follows:— "Streph. Me gentle Delia beckons from the plain, Then, hid in shades, eludes her eager swain; "Daph. The sprightly Sylvia trips along the green : How much at variance are her feet and eyes!" There is nothing the writers of this kind of poetry are fonder of than descriptions of pastoral presents. Philips says thus of a sheep-hook: "Of season'd elm; where studs of brass appear, The other of a bowl embossed with figures: -where wanton ivy twines, And swelling clusters bend the curling vines; The various seasons of the rolling year; And what is that which binds the radiant sky, Where twelve bright signs in beauteous order lie?" The simplicity of the swain in this place, who forgets the name of the zodiac, is no ill imitation of Virgil; but how much more plainly and unaffectedly would Philips have dressed this thought in his Doric ! "And what that hight, which girds the welkin sheen, If the reader would indulge his curiosity any further in the comparison of particulars, he may read the first pastoral of Philips with the second of his contemporary, and the fourth and sixth of the former with the fourth and first of the latter where several parallel places will occur to every one. Having now shown some parts in which these two writers may be compared, it is a justice I owe to Mr. Philips to discover those in which no man can compare with him. First, that beautiful rusticity, of which I shall only produce two instances, out of a hundred not yet quoted: "O woful day! O day of woe! quoth he, And woful 1, who live the day to see!" That simplicity of diction, the melancholy flowing of the numbers, the solemnity of the sound, and the easy turn of the words in this dirge (to make use of our author's expression), are extremely elegant. In another of his pastorals, a shepherd utters a dirge not much inferior to the former in the following lines: "Ah me, the while! ah me, the luckless day! Ah silly I more silly than my sheep, Which on the flowery plains I once did keep." : How he still charms the ear with these artful repetitions of the epithets; and how significant is the last verse! I defy the most common reader to repeat them without feeling some motions of compassion. In the next place I shall rank his proverbs, in which I formerly observed he excels: for example: "A rolling stone is ever bare of moss; And, to their cost, green years old proverbs cross. And, sluggard-like, till noon-day snoring lies. Against ill luck all cunning foresight fails; -Nor fear, from upright sentence, wrong." Lastly, his elegant dialect, which alone might prove him the eldest born of Spenser, and our only true Arcadian. I should think it proper for the several writers of pastoral to confine themselves to their several counties. Spenser seems to have been of this opinion; for he hath laid the scene of one of his pastorals in Wales, where, with all the simplicity natural to that part of our island, one shepherd bids the other good-morrow in an unusual and elegant manner: "Diggon Davy, I bid hur God-day; Diggon answers: "Hur was hur while it was day-light; But now hur is a most wretched wight," &c. But the most beautiful example of this kind that I ever met with, is a very valuable piece which I chanced to find among some old manuscripts, entitled, "A pastoral ballad;" which I think, for its nature and simplicity, may (notwithstanding the modesty of the title) be allowed a perfect pastoral. It is composed in the Somersetshire dialect, and the names such as are proper to the country people. It may be observed, as a further beauty of this pastoral, the words nymph, dryad, naiad, faun, Cupid, or satyr, are not once mentioned throughout the whole. I shall make no apology for inserting some few lines of this excellent piece. Cicily breaks thus into the subject, as she is going a milking : "Cicily. Rager, go vetch tha kee, or else tha zun Will quite be go, bevore c'have half a don. "Roger. Thou shouldst not ax ma tweece, but I've a bee It is to be observed, that this whole dialogue is formed upon the passion of jealousy; and his mentioning the parson's kine naturally revives the jealousy of the shepherdess Cicily, which she expresses as follows: |