"I am, sir, your most faithful
"and obedient servant,
"E. YOUNG."

Nay, even after Pope's death, he says in "Night Seven:"--

"Pope, who could'st make immortals, art thou dead?"

Either the "Essay," then, was dedicated to a patron who disapproved
its doctrine, which I have been told by the author was not the case;
or Young appears, in his old age, to have bartered for a dedication
an opinion entertained of his friend through all that part of life
when he must have been best able to form opinions. From this
account of Young, two or three short passages, which stand almost
together in "Night Four," should not be excluded. They afford a
picture, by his own hand, from the study of which my readers may
choose to form their own opinion of the features of his mind and the
complexion of his life.

"Ah me! the dire effect
Of loitering here, of death defrauded long;
Of old so gracious (and let that suffice),
MY VERY MASTER KNOWS ME NOT.
I've been so long remembered I'm forgot.
* *
When in his courtiers' ears I pour my plaint,
They drink it as the Nectar of the Great;
And squeeze my hand, and beg me come to-morrow.
* *
Twice told the period spent on stubborn Troy,