The Cub at Newmarket (1762)

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The Cub at Newmarket (1762)
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Published by Dodsley in 1762, paid for by the author. The poem celebrated Boswell's first visit to London in 1760 and his introduction to London's social life and the Duke of York, to whom the work was dedicated (without permission). The Cub in mention was Boswell himself.

The poem was rather bad, and The Monthly Review said of it "From the sprightly Preface we expected very high entertainment in reading the Poem; but the humour of the piece being chiefly confined to the occasion and the place, we were much disappointed, as the meaning was scarce intelligible to us." (C. E. Vulliamy's James Boswell (1932), p. 9)

Having read Boswell's journals and later biographies we understand the poem clearly, but his contemporaries didn't have that advantage. (Of course, Lord Eglinton's name was deleted in the published edition, and it was published anonymously, so it would be very hard to learn anything from the poem)

The poem was dedicated to Edward Augustus, Duke of York (d. 1767). Early biographies (and even a later biography such as Vulliamy's James Boswell from 1932) thought Boswell had got the Duke's permission, but LJ 27/11-62 makes it clear, that this was not the case and the the Duke was not at all pleased. The actual dedication goes like this:

Dedication from the Cub at Newmarket (1762) 

TO

His ROYAL HIGHNESS

EDWARD

Duke of YORK

Sir,

PERMIT me to take this method of thanking your Royal Highness, for condescending to like the following Sketch. Or, in other Words, permit me to let the World know that this fame Cub has been laughed at by the Duke of YORK;---- has been read to your Royal Highness by the Genius himself, and warmed by the immediate beams of your kind Indulgence.

HAD I been able to conceal this, I should have imagined that I had not the least Spark of the Enthusiasm of Parnassus in my Composition.---- To be so deficient in Vanity, which, if I am not mistaken, may be reckoned an inseparable Characteristic of a Poet.

THIS Trifle, SIR, would not presume to interrupt you, when engaged in matters of Consequence. It only begs leave to pay it's Respects in an hour devoted to chearful Festivity.

I wish your Royal Highness a long, a merry, and a happy Life; and am,

Your obliged

Devoted Servant.

The poem is not impossible, but difficult, to come by in its entirety today. There is a single copy in the possession of the British Library, who has, most kindly (and for a fee...) sent me a complete copy of the poem, from which the above extract is quoted.