y much, with a stiff sort of
silence."--POPE (_Spence's Anecdotes_).
76 "Milton's chief talent, and indeed his distinguishing excellence
lies in the sublimity of his thoughts. There are others of the
modern, who rival him in every other part of poetry; but in the
greatness of his sentiments he triumphs over all the poets, both
modern and ancient, Homer alone excepted. It is impossible for the
imagination of man to disturb itself with greater ideas than those
which he has laid together in his first, second, and sixth
books."--_Spectator_, No. 279.
"If I were to name a poet that is a perfect master in all these arts
of working on the imagination, I think Milton may pass for
one."--Ibid., No. 417.
These famous papers appeared in each Saturday's _Spectator_, from
January 19 to May 3, 1712. Besides his services to Milton, we may
place those he did to Sacred Music.
77 "Addison was very kind to me at first, but my bitter enemy
afterwards."--POPE (_Spence's Anecdotes_).
" 'Leave him as soon as you can,' said Addison to me, speaking of
Pope; 'he will certainly play you some devilish trick else: he has
an appetite to satire.' "--LADY WORTLEY MONTAGU (_Spence's
Anecdotes_).
78 Lancelot Addison, his father, was the son of another Lancelot
Addison, a clergyman in Westmoreland. He became Dean of Lichfield
and Archdeacon of Coventry.
79 "The remark of Mandeville, who, when he had passed an evening in his
company, declared that he was 'a parson in a tye-wig', can detract
little from his character. He was always reserved to strangers, and
was not incited to uncommon freedom by a character like that of
Mandeville."--JOHNSON, _Lives of the Poets_.
"Old Jacob Tonson did not like Mr. Addison: he had a quarrel with
him, and, after his quitting the secretaryship, used frequently to
say of him--'One day or other you'll see that man a bishop--I'm sure
he looks that way; and indeed I ever thought him a priest in his
heart.' "--POPE (_Spence's Anecdotes_).
"Mr. Addison stayed above a year at Blois. He would rise as early as
between two and three in the height of summer, and lie abed till
between eleven and twelve in the depth of winter. He was untalkative
whilst here, and often thoughtful: sometimes so lost in thoug
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