Soon after the Campaign, was published Addison's Narrative of his Travels in Italy.The first effect produced by this Narrative was disappointment.The crowd of readers who expected politics and scandal, speculations on the projects of Victor Amadeus, and anecdotes about the jollities of convents and the amours of cardinals and nuns, were confounded by finding that the writer's mind was much more occupied by the war between the Trojans and Rutulians than by the war between France and Austria; and that he seemed to have heard no scandal of later date than the gallantries of the Empress Faustina.In time, however, the judgment of the many was overruled by that of the few; and, before the book was reprinted, it was so eagerly sought that it sold for five times the original price.It is still read with pleasure: the style is pure and flowing; the classical quotations and allusions are numerous and happy; and we are now and then charmed by that singularly humane and delicate humour in which Addison excelled all men.Yet this agreeable work, even when considered merely as the history of a literary tour, may justly be censured on account of its faults of omission.We have already said that, though rich in extracts from the Latin poets, it contains scarcely any references to the Latin orators and historians.We must add, that it contains little, or rather no information, respecting the history and literature of modern Italy.To the best of our remembrance, Addison does not mention Dante, Petrarch Boccaccio, Boiardo, Berni, Lorenzo de'Medici, or Machiavelli.He coldly tells us, that at Ferrara he saw the tomb of Ariosto, and that at Venice he heard the gondoliers sing verses of Tasso.But for Tasso and Ariosto he cared far less than for Valerius Flaccus and Sidonius Apollinaris.The gentle flow of the Ticin brings a line of Silius to his mind.The sulphurous stream of Albula suggests to him several passages of Martial.But he has not a word to say of the illustrious dead of Santa Croce;he crosses the wood of Ravenna without recollecting the Spectre Huntsman, and wanders up and down Rimini without one thought of Francesca.At Paris, he had eagerly sought an introduction to Boileau; but he seems not to have been at all aware that at Florence he was in the vicinity of a poet with whom Boileau could not sustain a comparison, of the greatest lyric poet of modern times, Vincenzio Filicaja.This is the more remarkable, because Filicaja was the favourite poet of the accomplished Somers, under whose protection Addison travelled, and to whom the account of the Travels is dedicated.The truth is, that Addison knew little, and cared less, about the literature of modern Italy.His favourite models were Latin, his favourite critics were French.
Half the Tuscan poetry that he had read seemed to him monstrous, and the other half tawdry.
His Travels were followed by the lively opera of Rosamond.This piece was ill set to music, and therefore failed on the stage, but it completely succeeded in print, and is indeed excellent in its kind.The smoothness with which the verses glide, and the elasticity with which they bound, is, to our ears at least, very pleasing.We are inclined to think that if Addison had left heroic couplets to Pope, and blank verse to Rowe, and had employed himself in writing airy and spirited songs, his reputation as a poet would have stood far higher than it now does.Some years after his death, Rosamond was set to new music by Doctor Arne; and was performed with complete success.Several passages long retained their popularity, and were daily sung, during the latter part of George the Second's reign, at all the harpsichords in England.
While Addison thus amused himself, his prospects, and the prospects of his party, were constantly becoming brighter and brighter.In the spring of 1705, the Ministers were freed from the restraint imposed by a House of Commons in which Tories of the most perverse class had the ascendency.The elections were favourable to the Whigs.The coalition which had been tacitly and gradually formed was now openly avowed.The Great Seal was given to Cowper.Somers and Halifax were sworn of the Council.Halifax was sent in the following year to carry the decorations of the Order of the Garter to the Electoral Prince of Hanover, and was accompanied on this honourable mission by Addison, who had just been made Under-Secretary of State.The Secretary of State under whom Addison first served was Sir Charles Hedges, a Tory.But Hedges was soon dismissed, to make room for the most vehement of Whigs, Charles, Earl of Sunderland.In every department of the State, indeed, the High Churchmen were compelled to give place to their opponents.At the close of 1707, the Tories who still remained in office strove to rally, with Harley at their head.
But the attempt, though favoured by the Queen, who had always been a Tory at heart, and who had now quarrelled with the Duchess of Marlborough, was unsuccessful.The time was not yet.The Captain-General was at the height of popularity and glory.The Low Church party had a majority in Parliament.The country squires and rectors, though occasionally uttering a savage growl, were for the most part in a state of torpor, which lasted till they were roused into activity, and indeed into madness, by the prosecution of Sacheverell.Harley and his adherents were compelled to retire.The victory of the Whigs was complete.At the general election of 1708, their strength in the House of Commons became irresistible; and, before the end of that year, Somers was made Lord President of the Council, and Wharton Lord-Lieutenant of Ireland.
