The Sun.
London, England, 1804-10-05 00:00:00

POPE, TM POET.

TO TILE EDITOR OF THIT.:SUN

Silt,

have read with equal pleasure and interost.the:
very amusing article in 'lug SUN, some time ago,
respecting Pore's House and Gardens at Twicken.
has. Painful as the destruelion of such a place
must be to the Scholar or man of taste, it becomes
'still more so, by shewing, in proper colours, the
spirit of the times—a spirit of Vandalism, which,
with cold, calculiiing %selfish economy, would at
once bury in ruins every
,thing that is great or ye.
nerable atnongst.its. Who would have thought that
in the enlightened 19th centurY, as it is boastingly
called, a man could be found so dead to all respea
for departed genius, so incapable of appreciating
the finest spLeinten of nature improved, not disguised
by art, and so insensible to that secret charm which
Operates upon the feeling mind On visiting a spot
which had been dignified ty the presence of States-
Men, Wits, Philosophers, and Poets, as toendeavour,
wiih a sacrilegious hand, to. annihilate the objeds
by which these pleasing recolle&ioni are excited ? •
foes, somewhere finely says, after re. viiit ing In-
field, in Windsor Forest, the place of his birth, and
the scene of his boyish days; " I cannot even re.
visit thias spot without sensations of. lively interest.
There is not an old post by the road-side which
does not awaken the recollectiOn of some pleasing
scene in my childish days, and it gives me pain
to see even one of these old remembrancors de.
stroyed.".
delightful Author of .the Deserted Village
,also indulges the same train of thonght—
" And here where Memory fondly stocps-totraee
" The faded honour's of this testive place."

Little.could Pore imagine, that, while-his works
are the admiration and the pride-of die English Na:
titan, the very ;pot on which they were cornpoed
would be treated with indifference and contempt;
and much less would he have thought, that, while
indulging his satire, in prophesying die. tide of the
magnificent Canons, alittle more than
.cen.
fury wouhi make his lines 'nearly 'applicable, to his
own favourite retreat .

" Another age shall. see the golden ear,
" It 11 bra
W 11
OW tope, and nod ou the parterre."
Little indeed could he imagine, while sitting in
" .tEgerian Grotto," he proclaimed
• " Let stuAl, such only, tread this sicreci flaw
" As dare to love their COUlitlY, and be; pOor '
that the destru&ve hand of a Mr. Caihfy would trv,
at one ctiorr,.to efface all remembrance of the " tune..
ful Bard of Twi,triam."

. ,
Amidst these melancholy ref, nicins, 'fur I cannot
conceal that thej,:do'throw a gtoom over'my Mind,
it' is, however,' same„ consolation to tind, that one
object has at le.;st escved unttfiled—l mean the
Oaelisk which Norte yerectel to' the
ttinsory 01 a heloVed Mother, with this.beautitol
and touching '

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An UA! EDIT
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I confess, Sir, while I was reading your farmer
article wiat anxious pain, I felt.txtreme solicitude
about this monumental Obelisk, foi I expatell every
moment to find that the tastifirl Mr. Cemetr had
.cooverteil it into a garden roller ! Thanks,
pvtr, in,all probabiiity,.•to ;honer, it has escaped ;
and I cannot conclude. without hoping, that the
Public attention, which yoti have properly drawn
to this interesting I lib jet}, will. arrest the further
prugress' of devasiation,. • , •

I am, Sir, your's, &c.
AMBQLATGA•