The Modern Tippling Philosophers
by James Hay BeattieFather Hodge had his pipe and his dram,
And at night, his cloy'd thirst to awaken,
He was served with a rasher of ham,
Which procured him the surname of Bacon.
He has shown that, though logical science
And dry theory oft prove unhandy,
Honest Truth will ne'er set at defiance
Experiment, aided by brandy.Des Cartes bore a musket, they tell us,
Ere he wished, or was able, to write,
And was noted among the brave fellows,
Who are bolder to tipple than fight.
Of his system the cause and design
We no more can be pos'd to explain:--
The materia subtilis was wine,
And the vortices whirl'd in his brain.Old Hobbes, as his name plainly shows,
At a hob-nob was frequently tried:
That all virtue from selfishness rose
He believ'd, and all laughter from pride.
The truth of his creed he would brag on,
Smoke his pipe, murder Homer, and quaff,
Then staring, as drunk as a dragon,
In the pride of his heart he would laugh.Sir Isaac discover'd, it seems,
The nature of colors and light,
In remarking the tremulous beams
That swom on his wandering sight.
Ever sapient, sober though seldom,
From experience attraction he found,
By observing, when no one upheld him,
That his wise head fell souse on the ground.As to Berkley's philosophy--he has
Left his poor pupils nought to inherit,
But a swarm of deceitful ideas
Kept like other monsters, in spirit.
Tar-drinkers can't think what's the matter,
That their health does not mend, but decline:
Why, they take but some wine to their water,
He took but some water to wine.One Mandeville once, or Man-devil,
(Either name you may give as you please)
By a brain ever brooding on evil,
Hatch'd a monster call'd Fable of Bees,
Vice, said he, aggrandizes a people;
By this light let my conduct be view'd;
I swagger, swear, guzzle, and tipple:
And d----- ye, 'tis all for your good.David Hume ate a swinging great dinner,
And grew every day fatter and fatter;
And yet the huge hulk of a sinner
Said there was neither spirit nor matter.
Now there's no sober man in the nation,
Who such nonsense could write, speak, or think:
It follows, by fair demonstration,
That he philosophiz'd in his drink.As a smuggler, even Priestley could sin;
Who, in hopes the poor gauger of frightening,
While he fill'd the case-bottles with gin,
Swore he fill'd them with thunder and lightning.
In his cups, (when Locke's laid on the shelf),
Could he speak, he would frankly confess t' ye,
That unable to manage himself,
He puts his whole trust in Necessity.If the young in rash folly engage,
How closely continues the evil!
Old Franklin retains, as a sage,
The thirst he acquired when a devil.
That charging drives fire from a phial,
It was natural for him to think,
After finding, from many a trial,
That drought may be kindled by drink.A certain high priest could explain,
How the soul is but nerve at the most;
And how Milton had glands in his brain,
That secreted the Paradise Lost.
And sure it is what they deserve,
Of such theories if I aver it,
They are not even dictates of nerve,
But mere muddy suggestions of claret.Our Holland Philosophers say,
Gin Is the true philosophical drink,
As it made Doctor Hartley imagine
That to shake is the same as to think.
For, while drunkenness throbb'd in his brain,
The sturdy materialist chose (O fye!)
To believe its vibrations not pain,
But wisdom, and downright philosophy.Ye sages, who shine in my verse,
On my labours with gratitude think,
Which condemn not the faults they rehearse,
But impute all your sin to your drink.
In drink, poets, philosophers, mob, err;
Then excuse if my satire e'er nips ye:
When I praise, think me prudent and sober,
If I blame, be assur'd I am tipsy.
James Hay Beattie was the son of the philosopher and poet James Beattie; he was something of an intellectual prodigy but died, around age 22, in 1790. Lots and lots going on here.
Roger Bacon, the Doctor Mirabilis, was a Franciscan (hence 'Father Hodge') who advocated the importance of experience (experimentum) as a form of a knowledge in itself, necessary for all other knowledge. Descartes was indeed a mercenary soldier, although he was probably used as an artillery calculator rather than in any direct fighting; he explained the motion of the body by a subtle fluid (the 'animal spirits', on which Beattie is indirectly punning) and the motion of the cosmos by vortices, little whirling circular motions.
Hobbes held that laughter was 'sudden glory' arising from a sudden sense of superiority. He also translated Homer, and does indeed seem to have been a smoker. The stanza on Newton alludes both to his work on the refraction of white light into colored light and on gravity (alluding to the old story of the apple).
Berkeley held that the only things that exist were ideas and minds (spirits), and has a couple of works, including the namesake of this blog, on the medicinal value of tar-water, which he advocated as a substitute for alcohol (and was quite popular for a while as such). Bernard Mandeville, in The Fable of the Bees, famously held that private vices were public benefits; in it, a hive of bees is thriving until they become virtuous, which drives them into poverty.
David Hume was indeed quite fat (he once broke a sturdy chair just by sitting down too quickly); he doesn't quite say that there was neither spirit nor matter, but he does say that we cannot know the ultimate causes of our impressions; the latter part of his stanza is a parody of his view of induction as based on constant conjunction. Joseph Priestley is most famous today for his experiments in 'dephlogisticated air', i.e., oxygen, but in his own day his work on electricity and simple electrical batteries was often better known; he also held that there was no free will, and that everything was governed by necessary laws of causation.
Benjamin Franklin, the Sage of Philadelphia, well known for his Autobiography discussing his youthful attempts at self-improvement, was as famous then as now for his experiments with electricity; when he was in Britain, he also stayed with Hume and Priestley. David Hartley, a physician and philosopher, held that experience occurred due to vibrations of a subtle ether in the nerves; these vibrations left behind trace-vibrations, 'vibratiuncles', which allowed thinking and memory.
I have no idea who the "certain high priest" is, unfortunately; the description suggests a bishop, but it may, of course, be some kind of pun.