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an unceasing supply of ridicule to the essayists of the time; a denunciation of the corruption of modern youth, who learn nothing but new forms of vice in the grand tour; and a fresh assault upon Toland, Tindal, and other freethinkers of the day. There were some passages marked by Pope's usual dexterity, but the whole is awkwardly constructed, and has no very intelligible connexion with the first part. It was highly admired at the time, and, amongst others, by Gray. He specially praises a passage which has often been quoted as representing Pope's highest achievement in his art. At the conclusion the goddess Dulness yawns, and a blight falls upon art, science, and philosophy. I quote the lines, which Pope himself could not repeat without emotion, and which have received the highest eulogies from Johnson and Thackeray.

In vain, in vain—the all-composing HourResistless falls; the Muse obeys the Power—She comes! she comes! the sable throne beholdOf night primeval and of chaos old!Before her Fancy's gilded clouds decay,And all its varying rainbows die away.Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires,The meteor drops, and in a flash expires,As one by one, at dread Medea's strain,The sickening stars fade off the ethereal plain;As Argus' eyes by Hermes' wand oppress'dClosed one by one to everlasting rest;Thus at her felt approach, and secret might,Art after art goes out, and all is night.See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled,Mountains of casuistry heaped o'er her head!Philosophy, that lean'd on heaven before,Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more.Physic of Metaphysic begs defence,And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense!
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