At the publication the wits seemed proud to pay their attendance
with encomiastic verses. The best are from an unknown hand, which
will perhaps lose somewhat of their praise when the author is known
to be Jeffreys.

Cato had yet other honours. It was censured as a party-play by a
scholar of Oxford; and defended in a favourable examination by Dr.
Sewel. It was translated by Salvini into Italian, and acted at
Florence; and by the Jesuits of St. Omer's into Latin, and played by
their pupils. Of this version a copy was sent to Mr. Addison: it
is to be wished that it could be found, for the sake of comparing
their version of the soliloquy with that of Bland.

A tragedy was written on the same subject by Des Champs, a French
poet, which was translated with a criticism on the English play.
But the translator and the critic are now forgotten.

Dennis lived on unanswered, and therefore little read. Addison knew
the policy of literature too well to make his enemy important by
drawing the attention of the public upon a criticism which, though
sometimes intemperate, was often irrefragable.

While Cato was upon the stage, another daily paper, called the
Guardian, was published by Steele. To this Addison gave great
assistance, whether occasionally or by previous engagement is not
known. The character of Guardian was too narrow and too serious:
it might properly enough admit both the duties and the decencies of
life, but seemed not to include literary speculations, and was in
some degree violated by merriment and burlesque. What had the
Guardian of the Lizards to do with clubs of tall or of little men,