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'.* * % V*W>V -v 00 : o5 ^ ^ PITZOSBORNE'S LETTERS, ON SEVERAL SUBJECTS. BY WILLIAM MELMOTH, ESQUIRE, Translator of the Letters of Ciceroj &e. WITH THE DIALOGUE CONCERNING ORATORY. TO WHICH IS PREFIXED, A MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR, From the Twelfth London Edition. boston: PUBLISHED BY WELLS AND LILLY, AND CUMHINGS AND HILLIARS, 1815. WELLS AND LILLY, PRINTERS, BOSTON. ADVERTISEMENT. The Proprietors of Mr. Melmoth's Works beg leave to apprize the Publick, that a spurious and incomplete edi- tion of these Letters is now in circulation. In the copy here recommended to their notice, will be found the celebrated Dialogue on the Rise and Decline of Eloquence among the Romans, and an authentick and interesting sketch of the Author's life and writings. The Greek and Latin quotations, hitherto very incorrectly printed, have also been revised with the greatest care. These advantages, added to superiour elegance of print- ing and embellishment, will, they trust, be amply sufficient to ensure this edition a decided preference over every ©ther. 1805. That the confidence, reposed by the Proprietors in the merits of their large edition of 1805, was not vain and presumptuous, is verified by the necessity of another of equal magnitude, even before the expiration of twelve months. It is just to observe, and it is all they have now respectfully to add, that the present differs in nothing from the former edition, except in a single improvement, which relates to the reformation of the " Memoir of the Life and Writings of the Author." 1806. CONTENTS. Page. MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR, ix LETTER I. To Clytander. — Concerning enthusiasm, » . 1 II. To Philotes. — On portrait painting, 3 III. To Palamedes. — Reflection son the Roman triumphs 6 IV. To Philotes.—Qn his travels, 10 V. To Clytander. — On the veneration paid to the an- cients, 12 VI. To Orontes. — The character of Varus, ... 14 VII. To Hortensius. — Returning him thanks for a pre- sent of brawn : with an account of the author's manner of celebrating the feast, .... 1§ VIII. To Clytander. — In favour of a particular Provi- dence, 17 IX. To Timoclea. — A panegyrick upon riddles, . . 22 X. To Phidippus. — Reflections upon friendship, . 25 XI. To Hortensius. — Against modern Latin poetry, . 28 XII. To Jmaria.— With a tale, 31 XIII. To Philotes.— Written in a fit of the spleen, . 34 XIV. To Orontes. — Concerning the neglect of oratorical numbers. Observations upon Dr. Tillotson's style. The care of the ancient orators with respect to numerous composition, stated and recommended, 36 XV. To Cleora, 41 XVI. To Philotes. — Against cruelty to insects, . . 42 XVII. To the same. — Upon his marriage, .... 45 XVIII. To Hortensius, — Reflections upon the passion of fame, 46 XIX. To CZeora.— Rallying her taste for mystical and romance writers, 49 A* vi CONTENTS, Page, LETTER XX. To Euphronius. — Observations upon some pas- sages in Mr. Pope's translation of the Iliad, 50 XXI. To Cleora, : . : . 57 XXII. To Palemon. — Against suicide, 59 XXIII. To Clytander. — Concerning his intentions to marry. The character of Amasia, . . . 63 XXIV. To Orontes.— On metaphors, 65 XXV. To Philotes, 73 XXVI. To Phidippus. — Reflections on generosity, . 75 XXVII. To Sappho, a young lady of thirteen years of age, 77 XXVIII. To Phidippus. — Reflections upon the senti- ments of the ancients concerning friendship, 78 XXIX. To the same. — Upon grace in writing, . . 82 XXX. To Clytander.— Concerning the love of our country, 84 XXXI. To Palamedes, 88 XXXII. To the same. — The author's resolutions to continue in retirement, 89 XXXIII. To Palemon.— The character of Hortensia, 90 XXXIV. To Hortensius.— Concerning self-reverence, 95 XXXV. To Cleora. — With an ode upon their wedding- day, 96 XXXVI. To Clytander. — Reasons for the author's re- tirement : — a description of the situation of Ins villa, 99 XXXVII. To Hortensius.— Concerning the style of Horace in his moral writings, * . . . 102 XXXVIII. To the same.— Concerning the great vari- ety of characters among mankind. The singular character of Stilotes 108 XXXIX. To Phidippus. — Concerning the criterion of taste, Ill XL. To Palamedes.— The character of Mezentius, . 116 CONTENTS. v ii Page. LETTER XLl. To Orontes. — The comparative merit of the two sexes considered, 113 XLII. To Palemon. — Reflections upon the various revolutions in the mind of man, with respect both to his speculative notions, and his plans of happiness, *. 121 XL11I. To Euphronius. — Objections to some passages in Mr. Pope's translation of the Iliad, . . 123 XLIV. To Palamedes. — Against visiters by profession, 136 XLV. To Hortensius.— Reflections upon fame, with re- spect to the small number of those whose appro- bation can be considered as conferring it, . 137 XLVI. To Clylander.— Concerning the reverence due to the religion of one's country, .... 138 XLVII. To Cleora, 142 XLVI 1 1. To Euphronius.— The publick advantages of well-directed satire. The moral qualifications requisite to a satirist, 143 XLIX. To Palamedes. — On his approaching marriage, 145 L. To Euphronius. — Upon good sense, . . . . 146 LI. To Palemon. — The author's morning reflections, . 148 LII. To Euphronius. — Some passages in Mr. Pope's translation of the Iliad compared with the ver- sions of Denham, Dryden, Congreve, and Tickel, 152 LIII. To Orontes. — Reflections upon seeing Mr. Pope's house at Binfield, 168 LIV. To Phidippus. — The character of Cleanthes, . 171 LV. To Euphronius. — Concerning weariness of life, . 172 LVI. To Tim )dea.— With a fable in the style of Spenser, 175 LVII. To Clytander. — Concerning the use of the an- cient mythology in modern Poetry, . . . 181 iiVIII. To Euphronius. — Occasioned by the sudden death of a friend, 185 viii CONTENTS. LETTER LIX. To Hortensius.— On the delicacy of every au- thor of genius, with respect to his own per- formances, 187 LX. To Palemon. — An account of the author's happi- ness in his retirement, ] 90 LXI. To Euphronius. — Reflections upon style, . . 191 LXII. To Orontes — The character of Timoclea, . . 194 LXIII. To the same. — Concerning the art of verbal cri- ticism ; a specimen of it applied to an epigram of Swift, 196 LXIV. To Philotes.— From Tunbridge, .... 199 LXV. To Orontes. — Concerning delicacy in relieving the distressed, 201 LXVI. To Chora, 202 LXVII. To Euphronius. — On the death and character of the author's father, ....... 204 LXVIII. To Philotes. — Reflections on the moral charac- ter of mankind, 206 LXIX. To the same. — Concerning the difficulties that attend our speculative inquiries. Mr. Boyle's moderation instanced and recommended, . 208 LXX. To Pahxmedes. — In disgrace, :..... 212 LXXI. To Philotes. — The author's inability to do jus- tice to the character of Eusebes, .... 214 LXXII. To the same. — The author's situation of mind on the loss of a friend, 216 LXXIII. To Palamedes.— On thinking, 217 LXXIV. To Orontes. — Reflections on the advantages of conversation : with a translation of the cele- brated dialogue concerning the rise and decline of eloquence among the Romans, . . ; : 221 A DIALOGUE CONCERNING ORATORY, 225 MEMOIR LIFE AND WRITINGS OF THE AUTHOR. It has frequently been remarked, that biographical anecdotes rarely abound in the circle described by literary characters, who, lost in the fascinating wilds of speculation and fancy, or immersed in the laborious investigations of science, avoid the tumul- tuous business and pleasures of society, which alone lend, in any great measure, to vary and chequer the scenes of human life. That this was or was not the case with the subject of the present memoir, we are not prepared peremptorily to assert; but the rich legacy which he has bequeathed to us, gives rise most reasonably to the conclusion, that he was a man devoted to letters, and a lover of the secretum iter. If he had no humble and industrious, idolizing and vigilant attendant, no Boswell to pursue his steps, like a shadow, and to record all his weaknesses and virtues, we have no reason to complain, for we have something still better. — The best of an author is his works, and these we possess. Here we have the X MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR. gold without alloy. His writings are the temple of the Graces, who, to use the language of an ingenious commentator, " can give that certain happiness of manner, which we all understand, yet no one is able to express; which often supplies the place of me- rit, and without which merit itself is imperfect." William Melmoth, Esq. late of Bath, was the eldest son of an eminent lawyer of the same name, and member of the honourable society of Lincoln's Inn. His father, who was born in the year 1666, exercised his profession, as we learn, " with a skill and integrity, which nothing could equal but the disinterested motive that animated his labours. He often exerted his distinguished abilities, yet refused the reward of them, in defence of the widow, the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. His admirable treatise on The great Importance of a religious Life, deserves to be held in perpetual re- membrance. In a word, few ever passed a more use- ful, none a more blameless life. He died in 1743." Under the tuition of his venerable father, and with the advantage of his good example, it is not difficult to suppose that he greatly improved in every estimable quality; and though we are deprived, through his advanced age, of all information from the companions of his earlier years, we may safely conjecture, that they were so well husbanded, and MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR. xi sedulously applied to the acquisition of literature and science, as to lay a solid foundation for that maturity and distinction in taste and judgment, which he after- wards displayed. He is said to have been as amiable and engaging in his progress to manhood, as he cer- tainly became respectable and even worthy of reve- rence in the later stages of his protracted existence. Of his juvenile and domestick habits, whether of a grave or sprightly deportment, and whether his education was publick or private, at what seminary he studied, or to what particular master he owed his classical taste, little is correctly known. The first indications of his future excellence have proba- bly perished with the friends of his youth, whom he survived. The publick's principal acquaintance with him, therefore, is through the medium of his works. About five and twenty years have elapsed since a publication entitled "Liberal Opinions" issued from the press, under the assumed name of Courtney Mehnoth, and was commonly ascribed to our author. Their discernment, however, is not to be envied, who could mistake the masterly and philosophical, the refined and useful emanations of an enlightened :sct, for the transient productions of that ano- nymous author* William Melmoth, Esq. so far from giving the least countenance to the loose dogmas industriously xii MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR. propagated by the modern school of infidelity. asserts his belief of Christianity, in the genuine spirit which she inspires, and honestly and unequivocally, in severa 1 parts of his writings,* avows a preference for the religious establishment of hs native country. Our author, according to the best information, was of Emanuel College, Cambridge; but how loug he studied at that university, or whether he took any degree, is uncertain. From one of his letters f in this collection, it would appear, that his life had commenced by mixing more or less with the active world in a publick character, possibly in the same profession which his father had previously pursued with so much honour. His motives for relinquishing this situation, and adopting one more retired and consonant to his own inclinations and habits, are briefly, but explicitly stated, and afford a very satisfactory apology for his choice. "How, " indeed," says he, " could a man hope to render " himself acceptable to the various parties which " divide our nation, who professes it as his princi- " pie, that there is no striking wholly into the mea- " sures of any, without renouncing either one's sense, " or one's i ntegrity ; and yet, as the world is at * See Laelius, or an Essay on Friendship, Remark 68, Page 318, and Letters 8 and 46 of Fitzoslxime. f Letter 36. MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR. xiii " present constituted, it is scarce possible, I fear, to " do any good in one's generation (in publick life I " mean) without listing under some or other of those cc various banners, which distinguish the several corps " in these our political warfares." In the same letter, as well as in others, he expa- tiates with evident complacency on the peculiar felicities, which arise from the possession and ex- ercise both of the social and conjugal virtues. His villa, which he has described with so much pictu- resque taste and elegance, was probably the spot, where his first nuptials took place, and he retreated into the country, fortunately emancipated, as one of his feelings must have conceived, from all the turmoil and dissension incident to party contest. His domestick comforts are not obscurely specified in a preceding letter, where he breathes those manly sentiments, which so well become the head of a fam- ily. It is written, as we presume, on the anniversa- ry of their marriage, and addressed to Mrs. Melmoth, under the feigned name ofCleora. He there allude* to several passages in his private history, which none but such as knew it intimately can explain. He speaks particularly of a musical instrument, for the use of a young lady, whom he calls Teraminta ; and probably his grand-niece, at that time, as it would seem, recently entered on the practice of mu- B xiv MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR. sick, celebrates "the day by the composition of an appropriate ode, and concludes with a rapturous encomium on wedded love. From this beautiful and romantick situation in the vicinity of Shrewsbury, where he first selected his rural sequestration, he removed, it would appear, to Bath. Here he had the misfortune to lose Mrs. Melmoth, of whom, in his letters, he frequently speaks in such raptures, and to whom he repeat- edly avows the strongest attachment. Soon after her death, however, he married a Miss Ogle, of an Irish family. It is reported that he was precipitated into this match by a gigantick Hibernian cousin of the lady, and that a scene in the Irish Widow origi- nated in the incident. It is, notwithstanding, well known, that she proved herself highly deserving of his esteem, by an affectionate and dutiful attention to him on every occasion. He was grievously afflicted, even at a great age, by violent attacks of the stone and gravel, which rendered walking so painful to him, that he was confined for several years to his own house, and ne- ver went abroad but when carried in a sedan chair. For ten or twelve years, however, before his death, by persevering in the regular use of mephitick water, he latterly recovered even an active use of his loco- motive powers. It is not surprising that these MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR. XV dilapidations of nature, connected with a long series of intense study, which wears the mind as much, at least, as labour impairs the body, rendered him, in old age, very petulant, and easily provoked. Yet such were his domestick virtues and the goodness of his heart, that though often cross, he was never implacable, and generally retained his servants until death put an end to their mutual dependance. Mr. Melmoth resided in Bath for the last thirty years of his life, and died at Bladud's Buildings, in that city, in 1799, aged 89, full of years and good works. He was of middle stature, and very thin. His eyes were of a lively cast, and his face dis- covered strong lines of thought. From a very wrinkled countenance, occasioned, perhaps, by much deep and intense thought, he exhibited, even before he was an old man, extraordinary marks of age. He was a person of exemplary piety, and stern integrity, " incorrupta fides, nuddque Veritas /' and his writings are not a greater ornament to literature, than his whole life was honourable to human nature. Happily circumstanced as he seems to have been during the better part of the flower of his days ; far from the noisy world, and richly stored with litera- ture and science, he was not idle, though retired ; nor lost that time in dissipation or luxury which he denied to the pursuit of honour and ambition. His XVi MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR. studies, indeed, manifestly prove that his life, if not laborious, was dedicated to ingenious research and fruitful contemplation. Our author's literary debut appeared in an essay On active and retired Life, in an Epistle to Henry Coventry, Esq. which was printed in 1735. It was afterwards inserted in Dodslexfs Collection, and eontains some good passages, and many beautiful lines. His versification, however, is not equal to his prose : and, notwithstanding his youth when this poem w 7 as published, he seems to have declined a pursuit from which his good sense taught him to expect no distinguished success. Several passages in his Fitgosborne's Letters de- monstrate that he was accustomed to canvass with himself the difference between an active and retired Life, and how much better he thought the one accom- modated to his plan of happiness than the other, will be seen by a reference to letters thirty-two and fifty. English literature was not a little enriched, and the history of Roman manners elucidated by his elegant version of the Epistles of Pliny the younger, which appeared in 1 753. The pupil of Quintilian was the most polite and agreeable writer of his time. He moved in the highest sphere of society ; was intimate with all the most eminent men of that period 5 possessed the readiest access to all circle^ MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR. xvu Stad citizens of every description, and with these advantages, such powers of intelligence and obser- vation as enabled him to make the best use of whatever he heard or saw. None of his contem- poraries appear to us so full of anecdote, or picture the private as well as the publick life of the Romans so accurately as Pliny. Although he wrote with great purity, considering the date of his composi- tions, he is still not free from that meretricious re- finement, which then marked the degeneracy of Roman taste, both in letters and manners. The style of the translation of these Epistles would, on the contrary, have passed the ordeal of the chastest periods of our language, when Addison, Swift and Bolingbroke fixed the standard of its simplicity and elegance. The notes to this version are judicious r learned, and amusing. In the same, or about the beginning of the sub* sequent year, followed his translation of Cicero's familiar Epistles to several of his Friends, with Remarks. With the critical, literary, and philo- sophical excellencies of the former, they are far more historical, political, and professional. Writ- ten on the eve of a momentous revolution in the empire of the world, and while the minds of men were startled and laboured under repeated presages of that stupendous event, they are replete with in- xviii MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR, terest, observation, and instruction. The author himself was a conspicuous actor in these important scenes, in which his several correspondents also performed their respective parts. Mr. Melmoth, according to his advertisement, prefers them to those particularly addressed to Atticus, " as they shew the " author of them in a greater variety of connexions, " and afford an opportunity of considering him in " almost every possible point of view." His com- ments on them few will read without profit, and none without pleasure* An elegant translation of Cato, or an Essay on Old Age ; and Lcelius, or an Essay on Friendship, both with Remarks, were produced successively, in 1777. Nothing was ever written in a style of more exquisite reasoning, or more refined and animated illustration, than these two incomparable perform- ances. As far as the different genius of a dead and living language would permit, it is allowed that our translator has done him ample justice. The Remarks on each, doubling the quantity of the ori- ginal, are critical, biographical, and explanatory, and disclose such a fund of Roman antiquities, as must be eminently useful and acceptable to every classical student. Besides a few temporary productions, in verse and prose, which were, as usual, anonymous and MEMOIR OF THE AUTHOR. xix fugitive, his contributions to the World, in which, it is said, he had some share, and the letters in this volume, he published an answer to the attack of Jacob Bryant, Esq. on the* opinion of our author concerning the persecution of the Christians under the emperour Trajan. He proves unexceptionably that this circumstance, horrid as it was, originated not in any antipathy conceived against the truths which they believed, but in the laws of the consti- tution or established police of the state, against practices deemed by them indispensable to a general profession of their religion. Memoirs of a late emi- nent Advocate, which he doubtless intended as a tri- bute of filial duty, was also written and edited by him, at a very late period of life. Here we per- ceive the same composure of mind and the same unaffected simplicity which distinguished all his preceding pieces; but, to use the language of Lon- ginus, St%* *m Ultio— was not merely the refined precept of their more improved philosophers, but a general and popular maxim among them : and that generous sentiment so much and so de- servedly admired in the Roman orator ; Non poenztet me mortales inimicitias, sempiternas amicitias, habere, was, as appears from Livy, so universally received as to become even a proverbial expression. Thus Sallust likewise, I remember, speaking of the virtues of the ancient Romans, mentions it as their principal characteristick, that, upon all occasions, they shewed a disposition rather to forgive than revenge an injury. But the false notions they had embraced concerning the glory of their country, taught them to subdue every affection of humanity, and extin- guish, every dictate of justice which opposed that de- structive principle. It was this spirit, however, in return, and by a very just consequence, that proved at length the means of their total destruction. Farewell. I am, &c. 10 LETTER IV. TO PHILOTE8. July 4, 1743, Whilst you are probably enjoying blue skies and cool- ing grots, I am shivering here in the midst of summer. — The molles sub arbore somni, the speluncae vivique lacus, are pleasures which we in England can seldom taste but in description. For in a climate, where the warmest season is frequently little better than a milder sort of winter, the sun is much too welcome a guest to be avoided. If ever we have occasion to complain of him, it must be for his absence : at least I have seldom found his visits trouble- some. You see I am still the same cold mortal as when you left me. But whatever warmth I may want in my constitution, I w 7 ant none in my affections ; and you have not a friend who is more ardently yours than I pretend to be. You have indeed such a right to my heart from mere gratitude, that I almost wish I owed you less upon that account, that I might give it you upon a more disinterest- ed principle. However, if there is any part of it which you cannot demand in justice, be assured you have it by affection ; so that, on one or other of these titles, you may always depend upon me as wholly yours. Can it be ne- cessary, after this, to add, that I received your letter with singular satisfaction, as it brought me an account of your welfare, and of the agreeable manner in which you pass your time ? If there be any room to wish you an increase of pleasure, it is, perhaps, that the three virgins you mention, were a few degrees handsomer and younger. But I would not desire their charms should be heightened, were I not sure they will never lessen your repose ; for LETTER IV. 11 knowing your stoicism, as I do, I dare trust your ease with any thing less than a goddess : and those females, I per- ceive, are so far removed from the order of divinities, that they seem to require a considerable advance before I could even allow them to be so much as women. It was mentioned to me, the other day, that there is some probability we may see you in England by the win- ter. When I consider only my private satisfaction, I heard this with a very sensible pleasure. But as I have long learned to submit my own interests to yours, I could not but regret there was a likelihood of your being so soon called off from one of the most advantageous opportuni- ties of improvement that can attend a sensible mind. An ingenious Italian author, of your acquaintance, compares a judicious traveller to a river, which increases its stream the farther it flows from its source ; or to certain springs, which, running through ricii veins of mineral, improve their qualities as they pass along. It were pity then you should be checked in so useful a progress, and diverted from a course, from whence you may derive so many noble ad- vantages. You have hitherto, I imagine, been able to do little more than lay in materials for your main design. — But six months now, would give you a truer notion of what is worthy of observation in the countries through which you pass, than twice that time when you were less ac- quainted with the languages. The truth is, till a man is capable of conversing with ease among the natives of any country, he can never be able to form a just and adequate idea of their policy and manners. He who sits at a play without understanding the dialect, may indeed discover which of the actors are best dressed, and how well the scenes are painted or disposed ; but the characters and conduct of the drama must for ever remain a secret to him. Adieu. I am, &c. 12 LETTER V. TO CLYTANDER. If I had been a party in the conversation you mention, 1 should have joined, I believe, with your friend, in support- ing those sentiments you seem to condemn. I will ven- ture, indeed, to acknowledge, that I have long been of opinion, the moderns pay too blind a deference to the an- cients ; and though I have the highest veneration for se- veral of their remains, yet I am inclined to think they have occasioned us the loss of some excellent originals. They are the proper and best guides, I allow, to those who have not the force to break out into new paths. But whilst it is thought sufficient praise to be their followers, genius is checked in her flights, and many a fair tract lies undiscovered in the boundless regions of imagination. — Thus, had Virgil trusted more to his native strength, the Romans, perhaps, might have seen an original Epick in their language. But Homer was considered by that ad- mired poet, as the sacred object of his first and principal attention ; and he seemed to think it the noblest triumph of genius, to be adorned with the spoils of that glorious chief. You will tell me, perhaps, that even Homer himself was indebted to the ancients ; that the full streams he dispen- sed, did not flow from his own source, but were derived to him from an higher. This, I acknowledge, has been asserted ; but asserted without proof, and, F may venture to add, without probability. He seems to have stood alone and unsupported ; and to have stood, for that very reason, so much the nobler object of admiration. — Scarce, LETTER V. 13 ttideed, I imagine, would his works have received thai high regard which was paid to them from their earliest appearance, had they been formed upon prior models ; had they shone only with reflected light. But will not this servile humour of subjecting the pow- ers of invention to the guidance of the ancients, account, in some degree at least, for our meeting with so small a number of authors who can claim the merit of being ori- ginals ? Is not this a kind of submission, that damps the fire, and weakens the vigour of the mind ? For the ancients seem to be considered by us as so many guards to pre- vent the free excursions of imagination, and set bounds to iier flight. Whereas they ought rather to be looked upon (the few, I mean, who are themselves originals) as encou- ragements to a full and uncontrolled exertion of her facul- ties. But If here or there a poet has courage enough to trust to his own unassisted reach of thought, his example does not seem so much to incite others to make the same adventurous attempts, as to confirm them in the humble disposition of imitation. For if he succeeds, he immedi- ately becomes himself the occasion of a thousand models : if^ he does not, he is pointed out as a discouraging instance of the folly of renouncing those established leaders which antiquity has authorized. Thus invention is depressed, and genius enslaved : the creative power of poetry is lost, and the ingenious, instead of exerting that productive faeulty, which alone can render them the just objects of admiration, are humbly contented with borrowing both the materials and the plans of their mimick structures. I am, &c. 14 LETTER VI. TO ORONTES. March 10, 199H There is nothing, perhaps, wherein mankind are more frequently mistaken than in the judgments which they pass on each other. The stronger lines, indeed, in every man's character, must always be marked too clearly and distinct- ly to deceive even the most careless observer ; and no one, I am persuaded, was ever esteemed in the general opinion of the world, as highly deficient in his moral or in- tellectual qualities, who did not justly merit his reputa- tion. But I speak only of those more nice and delicate traits which distinguish the several degrees of probity and good sense, and ascertain the quantum (if I may so express it) of human merit. The powers of the soul are so often concealed by modesty, diffidence, timidity, and a thousand other accidental affections ,' and the nice complexion of her moral operations depends so entirely on those internal principles from whence they proceed ; that those who form their notions of others by casual and distant views, must unavoidably be led into very erroneous judgments. Even Orontes, with all his candour and penetration, is not, I per- ceive, entirely secure from mistakes of this sort ; and the sentiments you expressed in your last letter concerning Varus, are by no means agreeable to the truth of his cha- racter. It must be acknowledged, at the same time, that Va- rus is an exception to all general rules : neither his head nor his heart are exactly to be discovered by those indexes which are usually supposed to point directly to the genius LETTER VI. 15 and temper of other men. Thus, with a memory that will scarce serve him for the common purposes of life, with an imagination even more slow than his memory, and with an attention that could not carry him through the easiest proposition in Euclid ; he has a sound and ex- cellent understanding, joined to a refined and exquisite taste. But the rectitude of his sentiments seems to arise less from reflection than sensation ; rather from certain suitable feelings which the objects that present themselves to his consideration instantly occasion in his mind, than from the energy of any active faculties which he is capable of exerting for that purpose. His conversation is unenter- taining : for though he talks a great deal, all that he ut- ters is delivered with labour and hesitation. Not that his ideas are really dark and confused ; but because he is never contented to convey them in the first words that occur. Like the orator mentioned by Tully, meiuens ne vitiosum colligeret, etiam verum sanguinem deperdebat, he expresses himself ill by always endeavouring to express himself better. His reading cannot so properly be said to have rendered him knowing, as not ignorant .it has rather enlarged, than filled his mind. His temper is as singular as his genius, and both equal- ly mistaken by those who only know him a little. If you were to judge of him by his general appearance, you would believe him incapable of all the more delicate sen- sations : nevertheless, under a rough and boisterous be- haviour, he conceals a heart full of tenderness and hu- manity. He has a sensibility of nature, indeed, beyond what I ever observed in any other man ; and I have of- ten seen him affected by those little circumstances, which would make no impression on a mind of less exquisite feelings. This extreme sensibility in his temper influ- ences his speculations as well as his actions, and he hovers 16 LETTER VII. between various hypotheses without settling upon any, by giving importance to these minuter difficulties which would not be strong enough to suspend a more active and vigorous mind. In a word, Varus is in the number of those whom it is impossible not to admire, or not to de- spise ; and, at the same time that he is the esteem of all his friends, he is the contempt of all his acquaintance.— Adieu. I am, &e. LETTER VIL TO HORTEXSIUS. Your excellent brawn wanted no additional recommen- dation to make it more acceptable but that of your com- pany. However, though I cannot share it with my friend, I devote it to his memory, and make daily offerings of it to a certain divinity, whose temples, though now well- nigh deserted, were once held in the highest veneration ; she is mentioned by ancient authors under the name and title of Diva Amicitia. To her I bring the victim yon have furnished me with, in all the pomp of Roman rites. Wreathed with the sacred vitta, and crowned with the branch of rosemary, I place it on an altar of well-polished mahogany, where I pour libations over it of acid wine, and sprinkle it with flour of mustard. I deal out certain portions to those who assist at this social ceremony, re- minding them, with an hoc age, of the important business upon which they are assembled ; and conclude the festi- val with this votive couplet : Close as this brawn the circling fillet hinds, May friendship's sacred bauds unite our minds I Farewell, I am, kc> If LETTER VIII. TO CLYTANDER. July 2, 1736= You must have been greatly distressed, indeed, Clytan- der, when you thought of calling me in as your auxili- ary, in the debate you mention. Or was it not rather a motive of generosity which suggested that design ? and you were willing, perhaps, I should share the glory of a victory which you had already secured. Whatever your intention was, mine is always to comply with your request; and I very readily enter the lists, when I am at once t > combat in the cause of truth and on the side of my friend. It is not necessary, I think, in order to establish the credibility of a particular Providence, to deduce it (as your objector, I find, seems to require) from known and undisputed facts. I should be exceedingly cautious in pointing out any supposed instances of that kind ; as those who are fond of indulging themselves in determining the precise cases wherein they imagine the immediate inter- position of the Divinity is discoverable, often run into the weakest and most injurious superstitions. It is impossi- ble, indeed, unless we were capable of looking through the whole chain of things, and of viewing each effect in its remote connexions and final issues, to pronounce of any contingency, that it is absolutely and in its ultimate tendencies either good or bad. That can only be known by the great Author of nature, who comprehends the full extent of our total existence, and sees the influence which every particular circumstance will have in the gene- ral sum of our happiness. But though the peculiar points of divine interposition are thus necessarily, and from the 2 # IB LETTER VIII, natural imperfection of our discerning faculties, extremely dubious, yet it can by no means from thence be justly inferred, that the doctrine of a particular Providence is either groundless or absurd : the general principle may be true, though the application of it to any given purpose be involved in very inextricable difficulties. The notion, that the material world is governed by ge- neral mechanical laws, has induced your friend to argue that " it is probable the Deity should act by the same 44 rule of conduct in the intellectual ; and leave moral 11 agents entirely to those consequences which necessarily "result from the particular exercise of their original " powers." But this hypothesis takes a question for granted, which requires much proof before it can be ad- mitted. The grand principle which preserves this system of the universe in all its harmonious order, is gravity, or that property by which all the particles of matter mutually tend to each other. Now this is a power which, it is acknowledged, does not essentially reside in matter, but must be ultimately derived from the action of some immaterial cause. Why therefore may it not reasonably be supposed to be the effect of the divine agency, im- mediately and constantly operating for the preservation of tins wonderful machine of nature ? Certain, at least, it is, that the explication which Sir Isaac Newton has endeavoured to give of this wonderful phenomenon, by means of his subtile ether, has not afforded universal satis- faction : and it is the opinion of a very great writer, who seems to have gone far into inquiries of this abstruse kind, that the numberless effects of this power are inexplicable upon mechanical principles, or in any other way than by having recourse to a spiritual agent, who connects, moves, and disposes all things according to such methods as best comport with his incomprehensible purposes. LETTER nil. 19 But successful villany and oppressed virtue are deemed, I perceive, in the account of your friend, as powerful in- stances to prove that the Supreme Being remains an unin- terposing spectator of what is transacted upon this theatre of the world. However, ere this argument can have a de- termining weight, it must be proved (which yet, surely, never can be proved) that prosperous iniquity has all those advantages in reality which it may seem to have in ap- pearance ; and that those accidents which are usually es- teemed as calamities, do, in truth, and in the just scale of things, deserve to be distinguished by that appellation. It is a noble saying of the philosopher cited by Seneca, that " there cannot be a more unhappy man in the world " than he who has never experienced adversity." There is nothing* perhaps, in which mankind are more apt to make false calculations, than in the article both of their own happiness and that of others ; as there are few, I be- lieve, who have lived any time in the world, but have found frequent occasions to say with the poor hunted stag in the fable, who was entangled by those horns he had but just before been admiring : O me infelicem ! qui nunc demum intelligo Utilla mini profuerint quae despexeram, Et quae laudaram, quantum luetus habuerint ! Phaed. If we look back upon the sentiments of past ages, we shall find the opinion for which I am contending has pre- vailed from the remotest account of time. It must un- doubtedly have entered the world as early as religion her- self; since all institutions of that kind must necessarily be founded upon the supposition of a particular Providence. It appears, indeed, to have been the favourite doctrine of some of the most distinguished names in antiquity. — Xenophon tells us, when Cyrus led out his army against the Assyrians, the word which he gave to his soldiers was. 20 LETTER Till. ZETS STMMAXOS kai HrEMflN, " Jupiter the defender ** and conductor :" and he represents that prince as at- tributing success, even in the sports of the field, to Divine Providence. Thus, likewise, Timoleon, as the author of his life assures us, believed every action of mankind to be under the immediate influence of the gods : and Livy remarks of the first Scipio Africanus, that he never undertook any important affair, either of private or publick concern, without going to the Capitol in order to implore the assistance of Jupiter. Balbus, the stoick, in the dialogue on the nature of the gods, expressly de- clares for a particular providence : and Cicero himself, in one of his orations, imputes that superiour glory which attended the Roman nation, singly to this animating per- suasion. But none of the ancients seem to have had a stronger impression of this truth upon their minds, than the immortal Homer. Every page in the works of that divine poet will furnish proofs of this observation. I can- not, however, forbear mentioning one or two remarkable instances, which just now occur to me. When the Gre- cian chiefs cast lots which of them should accept the challenge of Hector, the poet describes the army as lifting up their eyes and hands to heaven, and imploring the gods that they would direct the lot to fall on one of their most distinguished heroes : Actoi, — &iotv us guqslvov iv^vv' Zw 4srcL a Aictyra. Xct%uvi n IvS&s viov> H etvrov BcLvroio Mwww.* * The people pray with lifted eyes and hands, And vows like those ascend from all the bands : Grant, thon, Almighty, in whose hand is fate. A worthy champion for the Grecian state : This task let Ajax or Tydides prove, Or he. the king of kings, belov'd of Jove. Pope. LETTER VIII. 21 So likewise Antenor proposes to the Trojans the resti- tution of Helen, as having no hopes, he tells them, that any thing would succeed with them after they had broken the faith of treaties : VVV OeK& CfKTTSt ^iucra/uiivoi fJUt^pfMer^rtf too OV VU VI Ki^iOV MpUV And indeed Homer hardly ever makes his heroes succeed (as his excellent translator justly observes) unless they have first offered a prayer to heaven. " He is perpetu- ally," says Mr. Pope, " acknowledging the hand of God " in all events, and ascribing to that alone all the vic- " tories, triumphs, rewards, or punishments of men. The " grand moral laid down at the entrance of his poem, Aiqs " cf' stsas/sto ficuxvy The will of God was fulfilled, runs through " his whole work, and is, with a most remarkable care " and conduct, put into the mouths of his greatest and " wisest persons on every occasion." Upon the whole, Clytander, we may safely assert, that the belief of a particular providence is founded upon such probable reasons as may well justify our assent. It would scarce, therefore, be wise to renounce an opinion, which affords so firm a support to the soul in those seasons wherein she stands most in need of assistance, merely be- cause it is not possible, in questions of this kind, to solve every difficulty which attends them. If it be highly con- sonant to the general notions of the benevolence of the Deity (as highly consonant it surely is) that he should not leave so impotent a creature as man to the single guidance of his own precarious faculties ; who would abandon a belief so full of the most enlivening console * The ties of faith, the sworn alliance broke, 4ter impious battles the just gods provoke, flffa 22 LETTER IX. tion, in compliance with those metaphysical reasonings which are usually calculated rather to silence, than to satisfy, an humble enquirer after truth ? Who indeed would wish to be convinced, that he stands unguarded by that heavenly shield, which can protect him against all the assaults of an injurious and malevolent world ? The truth is, the belief of a particular providence is the most animating persuasion that the mind of man can embrace ; it gives strength to our hopes, and firmness to our resolu- tions ; it subdues the insolence of prosperity, and draws out the sting of affliction. In a word, it is like the gol- den branch to which VirgiPs hero was directed, and af- fords the only secure passport through the regions of darkness and sorrow. I am, &c. LETTER IX. TO TIMOCLEA. July 29, 1748. It is with wonderful satisfaction I find you are grown such an adept in the occult arts, and that you take a lau- dable pleasure in the ancient and ingenious study of mak- ing and solving riddles. It is a science, undoubtedly, of most necessary acquirement, and deserves to make a part in the education of both sexes. Those of yours may by this means very innocently indulge their usual curiosity of discovering and disclosing a secret ; whilst such amongst ours who have a turn for deep speculations, and are fond of puzzling themselves and others, may exercise their fa- culties this way with much private satisfaction, and with- out the least disturbance to the publick. It is an art, in- deed, which I would recommend to the encouragement of both the universities, as it affords the easiest and shortest LETTER IX. 23 method of conveying some of the most useful principles of logick, and might therefore be introduced as a very pro- per substitute in the room of those dry systems, which are at present in vogue in those places of education. For, as it consists in discovering truth under borrowed appear- ances, it might prove of wonderful advantage in every branch of learning, by habituating the mind to separate all foreign ideas, and consequently preserving it from that grand source of errour, the being deceived by false con- nexions. In short, Timoclea, this your favourite science contains the sum of all human policy ; and as there is no passing through the world without sometimes mixing with fools and knaves ; who would not choose to be master of the enigmatical art, in order, on proper occasions, to be able to lead aside craft and impertinence from their aim, by the convenient artifice of a prudent disguise ? It was the maxim of a very wise prince, that "he who *' knows not how to dissemble, knows not how to reign;" and I desire you would receive it as mine, that " he who " knows not how to riddle, knows not how to live." But besides the general usefulness of this art, it will have a further recommendation to all true admirers of antiquity, as being practised by the most considerable personages of early times. It is almost three thousand years ago since Samson proposed his famous riddle so well known ; though the advocates for ancient learning must forgive me, if in this article I attribute the superiority to the moderns : for if we may judge of the skill of the for- mer in this profound art, by that remarkable specimen of it, the geniuses of those early ages were by no means equal to those which our times have produced. But, as a friend of mine has lately finished, and intends very shortly to publish, a most curious work in folio, wherein he has fully proved that important point, I will not anticipate 24 LETTER IX. the pleasure you will receive by perusing his ingenious performance. In the mean while let it be remembered to the immortal glory of this art, that the wisest man, as well as the greatest prince that ever lived, is said to have amused himself and a neighbouring monarch in trying the strength of each other's talents in this way ; several rid- tiles, it seems, having passed between Solomon and Hiram, upon condition that he who failed in the solution should incur a certain penalty. It is recorded, likewise, of the great father of poetry, even the divine Homer himself, that he had a taste of this sort ; and we are told, by a Greek writer of his life, that he died with vexation for not being able to discover a riddle, which was proposed to him by some fisherman at a certain island called lb*. I am inclined to think, indeed, that the ancients in ge- neral were such admirers of this art, as to inscribe riddles upon their tombstones, and that, not satisfied with puz- zling the world in their life time, they bequeathed enig- matical legacies to the publick after their decease. My conjecture is founded upon an ancient inscription, which I will venture to quote to you, though it is in Latin, as your friend and neighbour the antiquarian will, I am persuaded, be very glad of obliging you with a dissertation upon it. Be pleased then to ask him, whether he does not think that the following inscription favours my sentiments : VIATORES. OPTIMI. HIS. NVGIS. GRYPHIS. AMBAGIBVSQVE. MEIS. CONDONARE. POSCIMUS. However this may be, it is certain that it was one of the great entertainments of the pastoral life, and therefore, if for no other reason, highly deserving the attention of our modern Arcadians. You remember, I dare say, the riddle which the shepherd Dametas proposes to Maenalcas, in f)ryden's Virgil : LETTER X. 25 Say where the round of Heav'n, which all contauiSj To three short ells on earth our sight restrains : Tell that, and rise a Phoebus for thy pains. This enigma, which has exercised the guesses of many a learned critick, remains yet unexplained; which I mention not only as an instance of the wonderful penetration which is necessary to render a man a complete adept in this most noble science, but as an incitement to you to employ your skill in attempting the solution. And now, Timoclea, what will your grave friend say, who reproached you, it seems, for your riddling genius, when he shall find you are thus able to defend your favourite study by the lofty examples @f kings, commentators, and poets ? I am, &c. LETTER X. TO PHIDIPPUS. Hardly, I imagine, were you in earnest, when you re- quired my thoughts upon friendship : for to give you the truest idea of that generous intercourse, may I not justly refer you back to the sentiments of your own heart ? I am sure, at least, I have learned to improve my own notions of that refined affection, by those instances which I have observed in yourself; as it is from thence I have received the clearest conviction, that it derives all its strength and stability from virtue and good sense. There is not, perhaps, a quality more iincommon in the world, than that which is necessary to form a man for this refined commerce : for however sociableness may be es- teemed a just characteristick of our species, friendliness, I am persuaded, will scarce be found to enter into its general definition. The qualifications requisite to support and conduct friendship in all its strength and extent, do not 3 26 LETTER X. seem to be sufficiently diffused among the human race, to render them the distinguishing marks of mankind; unless generosity and good sense should be allowed (what they never can be allowed)' universally to prevail. On the con- trary, how few are in possession of those most amiable of endowments ? How few are capable of that noble eleva- tion of mind, which raises a man above those little jealou- sies and rivalships that shoot up in the paths of common amities ? We should not, indeed, so often hear complaints of the inconstancy and falseness of friends, if the world in gene- ral were more cautious than they usually are, in forming connexions of this kind. But the misfortune is, our friend- ships are apt to be too forward, and thus either fall off in the blossom, or never arrive at just maturity. It is an excellent piece of advice, therefore, that the poet Martial gives upon this occasion : Tu tantum inspice, qui novus paratur, An possit fieri vetus sodalis. Were T to make trial of any person's qualifications for an union of so much delicacy, there is no part of his con- duct I would sooner single out, than to observe him in his resentments. And this not upon the maxim frequently advanced, " that the best friends make the bitterest ene- "mies;" but, on the contrary, because I am persuaded that he who is capable of being a bitter enemy, can never possess the necessary virtues that constitute a true friend. For must he not want generosity (that most essential prin- ciple of an amicable combination) who can be so mean as to indulge a spirit of settled revenge, and coolly triumph in the oppression of an adversary ? Accordingly there is no circumstance in the character of the excellent Agrico- la, that gives me a higher notion of the true heroism of his LETTER X. 2? mind, than what the historian of his life mentions con- cerning his conduct in this particular instance. Ex Ira- eundia (says Tacitus) nihil supererat : secretum et silenti- um ejus non timeres. His elevated spirit was too great to suffer his resentment to survive the occasion of it ; and those who provoked his indignation had nothing to appre- hend from the secret and silent workings of unextinguished malice. But the practice, it must be owned, (perhaps I might have said the principle too) of the world runs tstrongly on the side of the contrary disposition ; and thus, in opposition to that generous sentiment of your admired orator, which I have so often heard you quote with ap- plause, our friendships are mortal, whilst it is our enmities only that never die. But though judgment must collect the materials of this goodly structure, it is affection that gives the cement ; and passion as well as reason should concur in forming a firm and lasting coalition. Hence, perhaps, it is, that- Hot only the most powerful, but the most lasting friend- ships are usually the produce of the early season of ous lives, when we are most susceptible of the warm and af- fectionate impressions. The connexions into which we enter in any after period, decrease in strength, as our pas> sions abate in heat; and there is not, I believe, a single instance of a vigorous friendship that ever struck root in a bosom chilled by years. How irretrievable then is the loss of those best and fairest acquisitions of our youth ? Seneca, taking notice of Augustus Caesar's lamenting, upon a certain occasion, the death of Maecenas and Agrippa, observes, that he who could instantly repaiy the destruction of whole fleets and armies, and bid Rome, after a general conflagration, rise out of her ashes even with more lustre than before ; was yet unable, during a whole life, to fill up those lasting vacancies in his friend^ 28 LETTER XI. ship : a reflection which reminds me of renewing my soli- citations, that you would be more cautious in hazarding a life which I have so many reasons to love and honour.-— For whenever an accident of the same kind shall separate (and what other accident can separate) the happy union which has so long subsisted between us, where shall I re- trieve so severe a loss ? I am utterly indisposed to enter into new habitudes, and extend the little circle of my friendships, happy if I may but preserve it firm and un- broken to the closing moment of my life ! Adieu. I am, &e. LETTER XL TO HORT£N3IUS, August 12, I74& If any thing could tempt me to read the Latin poen? you mention, it would be your recommendation. But shall I venture to own, that I have no taste for modem compositions of that kind ? There is one prejudice which always remains with me against them, and which I have never yet found cause to renounce : no true genius, I am persuaded, would submit to write any considerable poem in a dead language. A poet, who glows with the genu- ine fire of a warm and lively imagination, will find the copiousness of his own native English scarce sufficient to convey his ideas in all their strength and energy. The most comprehensive language sinks under the weight of great conceptions ; aud a pregnant imagination disdains to- stint the natural growth of her thoughts to the con- fined standard of classical expression. An ordinary ge- nius, indeed, may be humbly contented to pursue words through indexes and dictionaries, and tamely borrow phrases from Horace and Virgil j but could the elevated LETTER XL 29 invention of Milton, or the brilliant sense of Pope, have ingloriously submitted to lower the force and majesty of the most exalted and nervous sentiments, to the scanty measure of the Roman dialect? For copiousness is by no means in the number of those advantages which at- tend the Latin language ; as many of the ancients have both confessed and lamented. Thus Lucretius and Se- neca complain of its deficiency with respect to subjects of philosophy ; as Pliny the younger owns he found it incapa- ble of furnishing him with proper terms, in compositions of wit and humour. But if the Romans themselves found their language thus penurious, in its entire and most ample supplies ; how much more contracted must it be to us, who are only in possession of its broken and scattered remains ? To say truth, I have observed, in most of the modem Latin poems which I have accidentally run over, a re- markable barrenness of sentiment, and have generally found the poet degraded into the parodist. It is usually the little dealers on Parnassus, who have not a sufficient stock of genius to launch out into a more enlarged com- merce with the Muses, that hawk about these classical gleanings. The style of these performances always puts me in mind of Harlequin's snuff, which he collected by borrowing a pinch out of every man's box he could meet, and then retailed it to his customers under the pompous title of tabac de millejleurs. Half a line from Virgil or Lucretius, pieced out with a bit from Horace or Juvenal, is generally the motley mixture which enters into com- positions of this sort. One may apply to these jack-daw poets, with their stolen feathers, what Martial says to a contemporary plagiarist : Stat contra, didtque tibi tua pagiqa : For e*. 3 * 30 LETTER XL This kind of theft, indeed, every man must necessarily commit, who sets up for a poet in a dead language. — • For, to express himself with propriety, he must not only be sure that every single word which he uses is autho- rized by the best writers, but he must not even venture to throw them out of that particular combination in which he finds them connected : otherwise he may run into the most barbarous solecisms. To explain my mean- ing by an instance from modern language : the French words arene and rive, are both to be met with in their approved authors ; and yet if a foreigner, unacquainted with the niceties of that language, should take the liberty of bringing those two words together, as in the following verse, Sur la rive du fleure amaisant de l'arene j he would be exposed to the ridicule, not only of the cri- ticks, but of the most ordinary mechanick in Paris. For the idiom of the French tongue will not admit of the ex- pression sur la rive du Jleuve, but requires the phrase sur le bord de la riviere ; as they never say amasser de V arene but du sable. The same observation may be extended to all languages, whether living or dead. But as no reason- ings from analogy can be of the least force in determining the idiomatick proprieties of any language whatsoever; a modern Latin poet has no other method of being sure of avoiding absurdities of this kind, than to take whole phrases as he finds them formed to his hands. Thus, in- stead of accommodating his expression to his sentiment, (if any he should have) he must necessarily bend his sen- timent to his expression, as be is not at liberty to strike out into that boldness of style, and those unexpected combinations of words, which give such grace and energy to the thoughts of every true genius. True genius, in- deed, is as much discovered by style, as by any other LETTER XII. 31 distinction ; and every eminent writer, without indulging any unwarranted licenses, has a language which he derives from himself, and which is peculiarly and literally his own. I would recommend, therefore, to these empty echoes of the ancients, which owe their voice to the ruins of Rome, the advice of an old philosopher to an affected ora- tor of his times : Vive moribus praeteritis, said he, loquert verbis praesentibus. Let these poets form their conduct, if they please, by the manners of the ancients ; but if they would prove their genius, it must be by the lan- guage of the moderns. I would not, however, have you imagine, that I exclude all merit from a qualification of this kind. To be skilled in the mechanism of Latin verse, is a talent, I confess, extremely worthy of a pedagogue ; as it is an exercise of singular advantage to his pupils. — Adieu. I am, &e. LETTER XII. TO AMASIA. July 8, 1744. If good manners will not justify my long silence, policy at least will : and you must confess, there is some pru- dence in not owning a debt one is incapable of paying. I have the mortification, indeed, to find myself engaged in a commerce, which I have not a sufficient fund to sup- port, though I must add, at the same time, if you expect an equal return of entertainment for that which your let- ters afford, I know not where you will find a correspon- dent. You will scarcely at least look for him in the de- sart, or hope for any thing very lively from a man who is obliged to seek his companions among the dead. You who dwell in a land flowing with mirth and good humour, 32 LETTER XII. meet with many a gallant occurrence worthy of record?" but what can a village produce, which is more famous for repose than for action, and is so much behind the manners of the present age, as scarce to have got out of the simplicity of the first ? The utmost of our humour rises no higher than punch ; and all that we know of as- semblies, is once a year round our May-pole. Thus un- qualified, as I am, to contribute to your amusement, I am as much at a loss to supply my own ; and am obliged to have recourse to a thousand stratagems to help me off with those lingering hours, which run so swiftly, it seems, by you. As one cannot always, you know, be playing at push-pin, I sometimes employ myself with a less philoso- phical diversion ; and either pursue butterflies, or hunt rhymes, as the weather and the seasons permit. This morning not proving very favourable to my sports of the field, I contented myself with those under covert ; and as I am not at present supplied with any thing better for your entertainment, will you suffer me to set before yos some of my game ? A TALE. Ere Saturn's sons were yet disgrac'fl, And heathen gods were all the taste, Full oft (we read) 'twas Jove's high will "To take the air on Ida's hill. It ehanc'd. as once, with serious ken, He view ? d from thence the ways of men, He saw (and pity touch 'd his breast) The world by three foul fiends possest. Pale Discord thtr^, and Folly vain, "With haggard Vice, upheld their reign. Then forth he sent his summons high, And cail'd a senate of the sky. Round as the winged orders prest, Jove thus his sacred mind expressM : •* Say, which of all this shining train #< Will Virtue's conflict hard sustain ? LETTER XH. 33* w For see ! she drooping takes her flighty * While not a god supports her right." He paus'd — when, from amidst the sky. Wit, Innocence, and Harmony, With one united zeal arose, The triple tyrants to oppose. That instant from the realms of day, With generous speed they took their ways' To Britain's isle direct their car, And enter'd with the ev'ning star. Beside the road a mansion stood, Defended by a circling wood. Hither, disguis'd, their steps they benct In hopes, perchance, to find a friend. Nor vain their hope ; for records say Worth ne'er from thence was turn'd away, They urge the traveler's common chance, And ev'ry piteous plea advance. The artful tale that Wit had feign'd, Admittance easy soon obtain'd. The dame who own'd, adorn 'd the place; Three blooming daughters added grace. The first, with gentlest manners blest, And temper sweet, each heart possest ; Who view'd her, catch'd the tender flame ; And soft Amasia was her name* In sprightly sense and poMsh'<$air, What maid with Mira might compare ? While Lucia's eyes and Lucia's lyre, Did unresisted love inspire. Imagine now the table clear, And mirth in ev'ry face appear : The song, the tale, the jest went round, The riddle dark, the trick profound. Thus each admiring and admir'd, The hosts and guests at length retir'd When Wit thus spake her sister-train ; f 5 Faith, friends, our errand is but vain-* if Quick let us measure back the sky ; " These nymphs alone may well supply M Wit, Innocence, and Harmony.'* You see to what expedient solitude has reduced me, when I am thus forced to string rhymes, as boys do birds' 34 LETTER XIIL eggs, in order to while away my idle hours. But a gayer scene is, I trust, approaching, and the day will shortly, I hope, arrive, when I shall only complain that it steals away too fast. It is not from any improvement in the objects which surround me, that I expect this wondrous change ; nor yet that a longer familiarity will render them more agreeable. It is from a promise I received that Amasia will visit the hermit in his cell, and disperse the gloom of a solitaire by the cheerfulness of her conversation. What Inducements shall I mention to prevail with you to hasten that day ? Shall I tell you that I have a bower over-arched with jessamine ? that I have an oak which is the favourite haunt of a dryad ? that I have a plantation which flourishes with all the verdure of May, in the midst of all the cold of December ? Or, may I not hope that I have something still more prevailing with you than all these, as I can with truth assure you, that I have a heart which is faithfully yours, &c. LETTER XIIL TO PHILOTES. Among all the advantages which attend friendship', there is not one more valuable than the liberty it admits in laying open the various affections of one's mind, with- out reserve or disguise. There is something in disclosing to a friend the occasional emotions of one's heart, that wonderfully contributes to sooth and allay its perturba- tions, in all its most pensive or anxious moments. Nature, indeed, seems to have cast us with a general disposition to communication : though at the same time it must be ac- knowledged, there are few to whom one may safely be communicative. Have 1 uot reason, then, to esteem it- LETTER XIII. 35 as one of the most desirable circumstances of my life., that I dare, without scruple or danger, think aloud to Fhilotes ? It is merely to exercise that happy privilege, I now take up my pen ; and you must expect nothing in this letter but the picture of my heart in one of its sple- netick hours. There are certain seasons, perhaps, in every man's life, when he is dissatisfied with himself and every thing around him, without being able to give a sub- stantial reason for being so. At least I am unwilling to think that this dark cloud, which at present hangs over my mind, is peculiar to my constitution, and never gathers in any breast but my own. It is much more, however, my concern to dissipate this vapour in myself, than to discov- er that it sometimes arises in others : as there is no dis- position a man would rather endeavour to cherish, than a constant aptitude of being pleased. But my practice will not always credit my philosophy; and I find it much easier to point out my distemper than to remove it. Af- ter all, is it not a mortifying consideration, that the powers of reason should be less prevalent than those of matter ; and that a page of Seneca cannot raise the spirits, when a pint of claret will ? It might, me thinks, somewhat abate the insolence of human pride to consider, that it is but increasing or diminishing the velocity of certain fluids in the animal machine, to elate the soul with the gayest hopes, or sink her into the deepest despair ; to depress the hero into a coward, or advance the coward into a hero. It is to some such mechanical cause I am inclined to attribute the present gloominess of my mind : at the same time I wiil confess, there is something in that very consideration which gives strength to the fit, and renders it so much the more difficult to throw off. For, tell me, is it not a discouraging reflection to find one's self servile (as Shakespeare expresses it) to every skyey influence, and 36 LETTER XIV. the sport of every paltry atom ? to owe the ease of one**? mind not only to the disposition of one's own body, but' almost to that of every other which surrounds us ? Adieu, } am. &c. XETTER XIV. TO ORGNTE9. The passage you quote is entirely in my sentiments* I agree both with that celebrated author and yourself, that our oratory is by no means in a state of perfection ; and, though it has much strength and solidity, that it may yet be rendered far more polished and affecting. — The growth, indeed, of eloquence, even in those coun- tries where she flourished most, has ever been exceeding- ly slow. Athens had been in possession of all the other polite improvements, long before her pretensions to the persuasive arts were in any degree considerable ; as the earliest orator of note among the Romans did not appear sooner than about a century before Tully. That great master of persuasion, taking notice of this remarkable circumstance, assigns it as an evidence of the superiour difficulty of his favourite art. Possibly there may be some truth in the observation : but whatever the cause be, the fact, I believe, is undeniable. Accordingly, elequence has by no means made equal advances in our own country, with her sister arts ; and though we have seen some excellent poets, and a few good painters, rise up amongst us, yet I know not whether our nation can supply us with a single orator of deserved eminence. One cannot but be surprised at this, when it is considered that we have a profession set apart for the purposes of persuasion ; and which not only affords the most animat- LETTER XIT. 37 itig and interesting topicks of rhetorick, but wherein a, talent of this kind would prove the likeliest, perhaps, of any other to obtain those ambitious prizes which were thought to contribute so much to the successful progress of ancient eloquence. Among the principal defects of our English orators, their general disregard of harmony has, I think, been the least observed. It would be injustice indeed to deny that we have some performances of this kind amongst us, tolerably musical ; but it must be acknowledged, at the same time, that it is more the effect of accident than design, and rather a proof of the power of our language, than of the art of our orators. Dr. Tillotson, who is frequently mentioned as having carried this species of eloquence to its highest perfec- tion, seems to have had no sort of notion of rhetorical numbers : and may I venture, Oroutes, to add, without hazarding the imputation of an affected singularity, that I think no man had ever less pretensions to genuine ora- tory, than this celebrated preacher ? If any thing could raise a fiame of eloquence in the breast of an orator, there is no occasion upon which, one should imagine, it would be more likely to break out, than in celebrating departed merit ; yet the two sermons whieh he preached upon the death of Mr. Gouge and Dr. Whichcote are as cold and languid performances as were ever, perhaps, produced upon such an animating subject. One cannot indeed but regret, that he who abounds with such noble and generous sentiments, should want the art of setting them off with all the advantage they deserve ; that the sublime in morals should not be attended with a suitable elevation of language. The truth however is, his words are frequently ill chosen, and almost always ill-placed ; 4 3d LETTER XIV, bis periods are both tedious and unharmonious ; as his metaphors are generally mean, and often ridiculous. It were easy to produce numberless instances in support of this assertion. Thus, in his sermon preached before Queen Anne, when she was Princess of Denmark, he talks of squeezing a parable, thrusting religion by, driving a strict bargain with God, sharking shifts, &c. and, speak- ing of the day of judgment, he describes the world as cracking about our ears, I cannot however but acknow- ledge, in justice to the oratorical character of this most valuable prelate, that there is a noble simplicity in some few of his sermons, as his excellent discourse on sincerity deserves to be mentioned with particular applause. But to show his deficiency in the article I am consi- dering at present, the following stricture will be sufficient, among many others that might be cited to the same pur- pose. " One might be apt," says he, " to think, at first 44 view, that this parable was over done, and wanted some- " thing of a due decorum ; it being hardly credible, that " a man, after he had been so mercifully and generously " dealt withal, as upon his humble request to ha^e so huge " a debt so freely forgiven, should, whilst the memory of 44 so much mercy was fresh upon him, even in the very " next moment, handle his fellow-servant, who had made 44 the same humble request to him which he had done to "his Lord, with so much roughness and cruelty for so " inconsiderable a sum." This whole period (not to mention other objections which might justly be raised against it) is unmusical throughout ; but the concluding members, which ought to have been particularly flowing, are most miserably loose and disjointed. If the delicacy of Tully's ear was so ex- quisitely refined, as not always to be satisfied even when he read Demosthenes, how would it have been offended LETTER XIV. 39 at the harshness and dissonance of so unharmoniolis a sentence ! Nothing, perhaps, throws our eloquence at a greater distance from that of the ancients, than this gothick arrangement; as those wonderful effects, which some- times attended their elocution, were, in all probability, chiefly owing to their skill in musical concords. It was by the charm of numbers, united with the strength of reason, that Tully confounded the audacious Catiline, and silenced the eloquent Hortensius. It was this that de- prived Curio of all power of recollection when he rose up to oppose that great master of enchanting rhetorick : It was this, in a word, made even Caesar himself tremble ; Etay, what is yet more extraordinary, made Caesar alter his determined purpose, and acquit the man he had re- solved to condemn. You will not suspect that I attribute too much to the power of numerous composition, when you recollect the instance which Tully produces of its wonderful effect. — He informs us, you may remember, in one of his rheto- rical treatises, that he was himself a witness of its influ- ence, as Car bo was once haranguing to the people. When that orator pronounced the following sentence, patris dictum sapiens, temeritas filii comprobavit, it was aston- ishing, says he, to observe the general applause which followed that harmonious close. A modern ear, perhaps, would not be much affected upon this occasion ; and, indeed, it is more than probable, that we are ignorant of the art of pronouncing that period with its genuine emphasis and cadence. We are certain, however, that the musick of it consisted in the dichoree with which it is terminated : for Cicero himself assures us, that if the final measure had been changed, and the words placed in a different order, their whole effect would have been absolutely destroyed. 40 LETTER XIV. This art was first introduced among the Greeks hj 'Tfcrasymachus, though some of the admirers of Isocrates attributed the invention to that orator. It does not appear to have been observed by the Romans till near the times of Tully, and even then it was by no means universally received. The ancient and less numerous manner of composition, had still many admirers, who were such enthusiasts to antiquity as to adopt her very defects- A disposition of the same kind may, perhaps, prevent its being received with us ; and while the arch- bishop shall maintain his authority as an orator, it is not to be expected that any great advancement will be made In this species of eloquence. That strength of under- standing, likewise, and solidity of reason, which is so eminently our national characteristic^ may add some- what to the difficulty of reconciling us to a study of this kind ; as at first glance it may seem to lead an orator from his grand and principal aim, and tempt him to make a sacrifice of sense to sound. It must be acknowledged, indeed, that in the times which succeeded the dissolution of the Roman republick, this art was so perverted from its true end, as to become the single study of their ener- vated orators. Pliny, the younger, often complains of this contemptible affectation ; and the polite author of that elegant dialogue which, with very little probability, is attributed either to Tacitus or Quintilian, assures us, it was the ridiculous boast of certain orators, in the time of the declension of genuine eloquence, that their ha- rangues were capable of being set to musick, and sung upon the stage. But it must be remembered, that the true end of this art I am recommending, is to aid, not to supersede reason ; that it is so far from being necessarily effeminate, that it not only adds grace but strength to the powers of persuasion. For this purpose Tully and Quier LETTER XV. 41 tllian, those great masters of numerous composition, have laid it down as a fixed and invariable rule, that it must never appear the effect of labour in the orator ; that the tuneful flow of his periods naust always seem the casual result of their disposition ; and that it is the highest offence against the art, to weaken the expression, in order to give a more musical tone to the cadence. In short, that no unmeaning words are to be thrown in merely to fill up the requisite measure, but that they must still rise in sense as they improve in sound. I am, &c. LETTER XV. TO CLEORA. August 11, 1733. Though it is but a few hours since I parted from my Cleora, yet I have already, you see, taken up my pen to Write to her. You must not expect, however, in this, or In any of my future letters, that I say fine things to you ; since I only intend to tell you true ones. My heart is too full to be regular, and too sincere to be ceremonious. I have changed the manner, not the style of my former conversations : and I write to you, as I used to talk to you, without form or art. Tell me then, with the same undissembled sincerity, what effect this absence has upon your usual cheerfulness ? as I will honestly confess, on my own part, that I am too interested to wish a circumstance, so little consistent with my own repose, should be altoge- ther reconcileable to yours. I have attempted, however, to pursue your advice, and divert myself by the subject you recommended to my thoughts : but it is impossible, I per- ceive, to turn off the mind at once from an object which it has long dwelt upon with pleasure. My heart, like a 4 # 42 LETTER XVI. poor bird which is hunted from her nest, is still return- ing to the place of its affections, and after some vain ef- forts to fly off, settles again where all its cares and all ita tenderness are centered. Adieu. LETTER XVI. TO PHILOTSS. August 20, 1139, I fear I shall lose all my credit with you as a gardener, by this specimen which I venture to send you of the pro- duce of my walls. The snails, indeed, have had more than their share of my peaches and nectarines this season : but will you not smile when I tell you, that I deem it a sort of cruelty to suffer them to be destroyed ? I should scarce dare to acknowledge this weakness (as the gene- rality of the world, no doubt, would call it) had I not ex- perienced, by many agreeable instances, that I may safe- ly lay open to you every sentiment of my heart. To confess the truth, then, I have some scruples with re- spect to the liberty we assume in the unlimited destruc- tion of these lower orders of existence. I know not upon what principle of reason and justice it is, that man- kind have founded their right over the lives of every creature that is placed in a subordinate rank of being to themselves. Whatever claim they may have in right of food and self-defence, did they extend their privilege no farther than those articles would reasonably carry them, numberless beings might enjoy their lives in peace, who are now hurried out of them by the most wanton and un- necessary cruelties. I cannot, indeed, discover why it should be thought less inhuman to crush to death a harmless fasect, whose single offence is that it eats that LETTER XVI. 43 food which nature has prepared for its sustenance : than it would be, were I to kill any more bulky creature for the same reason. There are few tempers so hardened to the impressions of humanity, as not to shudder at the thought of the latter ; and yet the former is universally practised without the least check of compassion. This seems to arise from the gross errour of supposing that every creature is really in itself contemptible, which happens to be clothed with a body infinitely disproportionate to our own ; not considering that great and little are merely relative terms. But the inimitable Shakespeare would teach us, that the poor beetle, that we tread upon* in corporal suff 'ranee feels a pang as great As when a giant dies. And this is not thrown out in the latitude of poetical ima- gination, but supported by the discoveries of the most improved philosophy ; for there is every reason to be- lieve that the sensations of many insects are as exquisite as those of creatures of far more enlarged dimensions ; perhaps even more so. The millepedes, for instance, rolls itself round, upon the slightest touch ; and the snail gathers in her horns upon the least approach of your hand. Are not these the strongest indications of their sensibility, and is it any evidence of ours, that we are not therefore induced to treat them with a more sympathiz- ing tenderness ? I was extremely pleased with a sentiment I met with the other day in honest Montaigne. That good-natured author remarks, that there is a certain general claim of kindness and benevolence which every species of crea- tures has a right to from us. It is to be regretted that this generous maxim is not more attended to, in the affab 44 LETTER XYt of education, and pressed home upon tender minds in it# full extent and latitude. I am far, indeed, from thinking that the early delight which children discover in torment- ing flies, &c. is a mark of any innate cruelty of temper; because this turn may be accounted for upon other prin- ciples, and it is entertaining unworthy notions of the Deity to suppose he forms mankind with a propensity to the most detestable of all dispositions. But most certainly* hy being unrestrained in sports of this kind, they may acquire by habit, what they' never would have learned from nature, and grow up into a confirmed inattention to every kind of suffering but their own. Accordingly, the supreme court of judicature at Athens thought an in- stance of this sort not below its cognizance, and punished a boy for putting out the eyes of a poor bird that had un- happily fallen into his hands. It might be of service, therefore, it should seem, in or- der to awaken, as early as possible, in children, an exten- sive sense of humanity, to give them a view of several sorts of insects as they maybe magnified by the assistance of glasses, and to shew them, that the same evident marksr of wisdom and goodness prevail in the formation of the minutest insect, as in that of the most enormous Levia- than : that they are equally furnished with whatever is necessary not only to the preservation but the happiness of their beings, in that class of existence to which Pro- yidence has assigned them : in a word, that the whole con- struction of their respective organs distinctly proclaims them the objects of the divine benevolence, and therefore 'that they justly ought to be so of ours. I am, &c. 45 LETTER XVII. TO THE SAME. Feb. 1, 1738. You see how much I trust to your good-nature and your judgment, whilst I am the only person, perhaps, among your friends, who have ventured to omit a con- gratulation in form. I am not, however, intentionally guilty ; for I really designed you a visit before now ; but hearing that your acquaintance flowed in upon you from all quarters, I thought it would be more agreeable to you, as well as to myself, if I waited till the inundation was abated. But if I have not joined in the general voice of congratulation, I have not, however, omitted the sincere, though silent wishes, which the warmest friendship can suggest to a heart entirely in your interests. — Had I not long since forsaken the regions of poetry, I would tell you, in the language of that country, how often I have said, may all heav'n, And happy constellations on that hour Shed their selectest influence ! Milton* But plain prose will do as well for plain truth ; and there* is no occasion for any art to persuade you, that you have, upon every occurrence of your life, my best good wishes. I hope shortly to have an opportunity of making myself better known to Aspasia. When I am so, I shall rejoice with her, on the choice she has made of a man, from whom I will undertake to promise her all the happiness which the state she has entered into can afford. Thus much I do not scruple to say of her husband to you ; the rest I had rather say to her. If upon any occasion you should mention me, let it be in the character which I most value myself upon, that of your much obliged and very affectionate friend* 46 LETTER XVIII. TO EORTENSIUS. July 5, 1739. I can by no means subscribe to the sentiments of your last letter, nor agree with you in thinking that the loye of fame is a passion which either reason or religion con- demns. I confess, indeed, there are some who have represented it as inconsistent with both ; and I remember, in particular, the excellent author of The Religion of Na- ture delineated, has treated it as highly irrational and ab- surd. As the passage falls in so thoroughly with your own turn of thought, you will have no objection, I imagine, to my quoting it at large ; and I give it you, at the same time, as a very great authority on your side. " In " reality," says that writer, "the man is not known ever " the more to posterity, because his name is transmitted 44 to them ; He doth not live because his name does. — •' When it is said, Julius Caesar subdued Gaul, conquered 44 Pompey, &c. it is the same thing as to say, the con- " queror of Pompey was Julius Caesar, i. e. Caesar and 14 the conqueror of Pompey is the same thing ; CaesaF " is as much known by one designation as by the other. " The amount then is only this : that the conqueror of " Pompey conquered Pompey ; or rather, since Pom- " pey is as little known now as Caesar, somebody con- 44 quered somebody. Such a poor business is this boasted ct immortality ! and such is the thing called glory among ** us ! To discerning men this fame is mere air, and what *> they despise, if not shun." But surely, 'twere to consider too curiously (as Horatio says to Hamlet) to considet thus. For though fame with posterity should be, in the strict analysis of it, no othep than what is here described, a mere uninteresting propo* LETTER XVIII. 4F sition, amounting to nothing more than that somebody acted meritoriously ; yet it would not necessarily follow, that true philosophy would banish the desire of it from the human breast. For this passion may be (as most certainly it is) wisely implanted in our species, notwith- standing the corresponding object should in reality be very different from what it appears in imagination. Do not many of our most refined and even contemplative plea- sures owe their existence to our mistakes ? It is but extending (I will not say improving) some of our senses to a higher degree of acuteness than we now possess them, to make the fairest views of nature, or the noblest pro* ductions of art, appear horrid and deformed. To see things as they truly and in themselves are, would not always, perhaps, be of advantage to us in the intellectual world, any more than in the natural. But after all, who shall certainly assure us, that the pleasure of virtuous fame dies with its possessor, and reaches not to a farther scene of existence ? There is nothing, it should seem, either absurd or unphilosophical in supposing it possible, at least, that the praises of the good and the judicious, that sweetest musick to an honest ear in this world, may be echoed back to the mansions of the next : that the poet's description of Fame may be literally true, and though she walks upon earth, she may yet lift her head into heaven. But can it be reasonable to extinguish a passion which nature has universally lighted up in the human breast, and which we constantly find to burn with most strength and brightness in the noblest and best-formed bosoms ? Ac- cordingly, revelation is so far from endeavouring (as you suppose) to eradicate the seed which nature has thus deeply planted, that she rather seems, on the contrary, to cherish and forward its growth. To be exalted with honour, and to be had in everlasting remembrance^ are in 48 LETTER XVIH. the number of those encouragements which the Jewish dispensation offered to the virtuous ; as the person from whom the sacred author of the christian system received his birth, is herself represented as rejoicing that all gene- rations should call her blessed. To be convinced of the gFeat advantage of cherishing this high regard to posterity, this noble desire of an after- life in the breath of others, one need only look back upon the history of the ancient Greeks and Romans. What other principle was it, Hortensius, which produced that exalted strain of virtue in those days, that may well serve as a model to these ? Was it not the consentiens laus bo- norum, the incorrifpta vox bene judicantiv.m (as Tully calls it) the concurrent approbation of the good, the uncorrupt- ed applause of the ivm, that animated their most gene- rous pursuits ? To confess the truth, I have been ever inclined to think it a very dangerous attempt, to endeavour to lessen the motives of right acting, or to raise any suspicion concern- ing their solidity. The tempers and dispositions of man- kind are so extremely different, that it seems necessary they should be called into action by a variety of incite- ments. Thus, while some are willing to wed Virtue for her personal charms, others are engaged to take her for the sake of her expected dowry : and since her followers and admirers have so little to hope from her in present, it were pity, methinks, to reason them out of any imaginary advantage in reversion. Farewell. I am. &e. 49 LETTER XIX. TO CLEORA* 1 think, Cleora, you are the truest female hermit I ever knew ; at least I do not remember to have met with any among your sex of the same order with yourself; for as to the religious on the other side of the water, I can by no means esteem them worthy of being ranked in your number. They are a sort of people who either have seen nothing of the world, or too much: and where is the me- rit of giving up what one is not acquainted with, or what one is weary of ? But you are a far more illustrious re- cluse, who have entered into the world with innocency, and retired from it with good humour. That sort of life, which makes so amiable a figure in the description of poets and philosophers, and which kings and heroes have professed to aspire after, Cleora actually enjoys : she lives her own, free from the follies and impertinences, the hurry and disappointments oi false pursuits of every kind. How much do I prefer one hour of such solitude to all the glittering, glaring, gaudy days of the ambitious ? I shall not envy them their gold and their silver, their pre- cious jewels, and their changes of raiment, while you per- mit me to join you and Alexander in your hermitage. I hope to do so on Sunday evening, and attend you to the siege of Tyre, or the deserts of Africa, or wherever else your hero shall lead you. But should I find you in more elevated company, and engaged with the rapturous * * * *, even then, I hope, you will not refuse to admit me of your party. If I have not yet a proper gout for the mystick writers, perhaps I am not quite incapable of acquiring one ; and as I have every thing of the hermit in my composition 5 50 LETTER XX. except the enthusiasm, it is not impossible butl may catch that also, by the assistance of you and * * * * I desire you would receive me as a probationer, at least, and as one who is willing, if he is worthy, to be initiated into your secret doctrines. I think I only want this taste, and a relish for the marvellous, to be wholly in your senti- ments. Possibly I may be so happy as to attain both in good time : I fancy, at least, there is a close connexion between them, and I shall not despair of obtaining the one, if I can by any means arrive at the other. But which must I endeavour at first ? shall I prepare for the mystick, by commencing with the romance, or would you advise me to begin with Malbranche, before I undertake Clelia ? Suffer me, however, ere I enter the regions of fiction, to bear testimony to one constant truth, by as- suring you that I am, &e. LETTER XX. TO EUPHRONIUS. October 10, 1742. I have often mentioned to you the pleasure I received from Mr. Pope's translation of the Iliad : but my admira- tion of that inimitable performance has increased upon me, since you tempted me to compare the copy with the original. To say of this noble work, that it is the best which ever appeared of the kind, would be speaking in much lower terms than it deserves ; the world, perhaps, scarce ever before saw a truly poetical translation ; for, as Denham observes, Such is our pride, our folly, or our fate, That few, but those who cannot write, translate. • Mr. Pope seems, in most places, to have been inspired with the same sublime spirit that animates his original ; LETTER XX. 51 as he often takes fire from a single hint in his author, and blazes out even with a stronger and brighter flame of poetry. Thus the character of Thersites, as it stands in the English Iliad, is heightened, I think, with more mas- terly strokes of satire than appear in the Greek ; as many of those similes in Homer, which would appear, perhaps, to a modern eye too naked and unornamented, are paint- ed by Pope in all the beautiful drapery of the most grace- ful metaphor. With what propriety of figure, for instance, has he raised the following comparison ! H? dLQL v two (urosovTSf, E? jUliayafjtUetV 0-UfxCsiXKiTOV oCgtfJLOV V$tog, Twfe Tt THKQtt £oU7rQV iV OV^itTlV ZX.WZ TS-Ql/UWV. {Is v yevero tcL%» i7roxot Sv STrovro, &C. A/4* «f' e^e/8' ikavov, gBi ^Knidi tmjKcti nasty. II. iii. 141. Nothing could possibly be more interesting to Helen, than the circumstances in which she is here represented : it was necessary therefore to exhibit her, as Homer we see has, with much eagerness and impetuosity in her mo- tion. But what can be more calm and quiet than the at- titude wherein the Helen of Mr. Pope appears ? O'er her fair face a snowy reil she threw, And softly sighing from the loom withdrew : Her handmaid s ■ -wait Her silent footsteps to the Scaean gate. Those expressions of speed and impetuosity, which oc°ur so often in the original lines, avi-tKn — us^ato — ±i-\* imvov, would have been sufficient, one should h ive imagin- ed, to have guarded a translator from falling into an impropriety of this kind. This brings to my mind another instance of the same nature, where our English poet, by not attending to the particular exoression of his author, has given us a picture of a very different kind than what Homer intended. In 56 LETTER XX. the first Iliad the reader is introduced into a council of the Grecian chiefs, where very warm debates arise be- tween Agamemnon and Achilles. As nothing was likely to prove more fatal to the Grecians than a dissension be- tween those two princes, the venerable old Nestor is re- presented as greatly alarmed at the consequences of this quarrel, and rising up to moderate between them with a vivacity much beyond his years. This circumstance Homer has happily intimated by a single word : TO/0"/ cfg NS0"T&>P ANOPOT2E. Upon which one of the commentators very justly ob- serves — ut in re magna et periculosa, non placide assur- gentem facit, sed prorumpentem senem quoque. A cir- cumstance which Horace seems to have had particularly in his view in the epistle to Lollius : Nestor componere lites Inter Peleiden festinat et inter Atreiden. Ep. i. 2, This beauty Mr. Pope has utterly overlooked, and sub- stituted an idea very different from that which the verb Avo^m suggests : he renders it, Slow from his seat arose the Pylian sage. But a more unfortunate word could scarcely have been joined with arose, as it destroys the whole spirit of the piece, and is just the reverse of what both the occasion and the original required. I doubt, Euphronius, you are growing weary : will you have patience, however, whilst I mention one observa- tion more ? and I will interrupt you no longer. When Menelaus and Paris enter the lists, Pope says, Amidst the dreadful vale the chiefs advance, All pale with rage, and shake the threat'ning lance. LETTER XXI. 67 In the original it is, teivov JigKoptvot. II. iii. 341. But does not the expression — all pale with rage — call up a very contrary idea to favov foycopmt ? The former seems to suggest to one's imagination, the ridiculous passion of a couple of female scolds ; whereas the latter conveys the terrifying image of two indignant heroes, animated with calm and deliberate valour. Farewell. — I am, &c. LETTER XXI. TO CLEORA. March 3, 1739. After having read your last letter, I can no longer doubt of the truth of those salutary effects which are said to have been produced by the application of certain written words. I have myself experienced the possibility of the thing : and a few strokes of your pen have abated a pain, which of all others is the most uneasy, and the most difficult to be relieved ; even the pain, my Cleora, of the mind. To sympathize with my sufferings, as Cleora kindly assures me she does, is to assuage them ; and half the uneasiness of her absence is removed, when she tells me that she regrets mine. Since I thus assuredly find that you can work miracles, I will believe likewise that you have the gift of prophecy ; and I can no longer despair that the time will come, when we shall again meet, since you have absolutely pronounc- ed that it will. I have ventured, therefore, (as you will see by my last letter) already to name the day. In the mean time, I amuse myself with doing every thing that 58 LETTER XXL looks like a preparation for my journey ; e gia apro k braccia per stringervi qffettuosamente al mio senno. The truth is, you are every instant in my thoughts, and each occurrence that arises suggests you to my re- membrance. If I see a clear sky, I wish it may extend to you ; and if I observe a cloudy one, I am uneasy lest my Cleora should be exposed to it. I never read an in- teresting story, or a pertinent remark, that I do not long to communicate it to you, and learn to double my relish by hearing your judicious observations. I cannot take a turn in my garden but every walk calls you into my mind. Ah Cleora ! I never view those scenes of our former con- versations, without a sigh. Judge then how often F sigh, when every object that surrounds me brings you fresh to my imagination. You remember the attitude in which the faithful Penelope is drawn in Pope's Odyssey, when she goes to fetch the bow of Ulysses for the suitors : Across her knees she laid the well-known bow, And pensive sat, and tears began to flow. I find myself in numberless such tender reveries ; and if I were ever so much disposed to banish you from my thoughts, it would be impossible I should do so, in a place where every thing that presents itself to me, re- minds me that you were once here. I must not expect (J ought not, indeed, for the sake of your repose, to wish) to be thus frequently and thus fondly the subject of your meditations : but may I not hope that you employ a few moments at least of every day, in thinking of him whose whole attention is fixed upon you ? I have sent you the History of the Conquest of Mexi- co, in English, which, as it is translated by so good a hand, will be equally pleasing and less troublesome, than reading it in the original. I long to be of this party in LETTER XXII. 59 your expedition to the new world, as I lately was in your conquests of Italy. How happily could I sit by Cleora's side, and pursue the Spaniards in their triumphs, as I formerly did the Romans ; or make a transition from a nation of heroes to a republick of ants ! Glorious days in- deed ! when we passed whole mornings either with dic- tators or butterflies ; and sometimes sent out a colony of Romans, and sometimes of emmets ! Adieu. I am, &c. LETTER XXII. TO PALEMON. Dec. 18, 174d. Though I am not convinced by your arguments, I am charmed by your eloquence, and admire the preacher at the same time that I condemn the doctrine. But there is no sort of persons whose opinions one is more inclined to wish right, than those who are ingeniously in the wrong ; who have the art to add grace to errour, and can dignify mistakes. Forgive me, then, Palemon, if I am more than com- monly solicitous that you should review the sentiments you advanced, (I will not say supported) with so much elegance in your last letter, and that I press you to re-con- sider your notions again and again. Can I fail, indeed, to wish that you may find reason to renounce an opinion, which may possibly, one day or other, deprive me of a friend, and my country of a patriot, while Providence, perhaps, would yet have spared him to both ? — Can I fail to regret, that I should hold one of the most valuable enjoyments of my life upon a tenure more than ordinarily precarious ; and that, besides those numberless accidents by which chance may snatch you from the world, a gloomy sky, or a cross event, may determine Palemon te 60 LETTER XXII. put an end to a life, which all who have been a witness to must for ever admire ? But, " does the Supreme Being (you ask) dispense his " bounties upon conditions different from all other bene- " factors, and will he force a gift upon me which is no 4i longer acceptable ?" Let me demand, in return, whether a creature, so con- fined in its perceptions as man, may not mistake his true interest, and reject, from a partial regard, what would be well worth accepting upon a more comprehensive view ? May not even a mortal benefactor better understand the value of that present he offers, than the person to whom it is tendered ? And shall the supreme Author of all bene- ficence be esteemed less wise in distinguishing the worth of those grants he confers ? I agree with you, indeed, that we were called into existence in order to receive happi- ness : but I can by no means infer from thence, that we are at liberty to resign our being whenever it becomes a burden. On the contrary, those premises seem to lead to a conclusion directly opposite ; and if the gracious Author of my life created me with an intent to make me happy, does it not necessarily follow, that I shall most certainly obtain that privilege, if I do not justly forfeit it by my own misconduct ? Numberless ends may be answered, in the schemes of Providence, by turning aside or interrupt- ing that stream of bounty, which our limited reason can in no sort discover. How presumptuous, then, must it be, to throw back a grant upon the hands of the great Governour of the universe, merely because we do not immediately feel, or understand, its full advantages ! That it is the intention of the Deity we should remain in this state of being, till his summons calls us away, seems as evident as that we at first entered into it by his command : for we can no more continue, than we could LETTER XXH. 61 begin to exist, without the concurrence of the same supreme interposition. While, therefore, the animal powers do not cease to perform those functions to which they were directed by their great Author, it may justly, I think, be concluded, that it is his design they should not. Still, however, you urge, " That by putting a period to " your own existence here, you only alter the modifica- " tion of matter ; and how (you ask) is the order of Pro- " vidence disturbed by changing the combination of a " parcel of atoms from one figure to another ?" But surely, Palemon, there is a fallacy in this reason- ing : suicide is something more than changing the com- ponent parts of the animal machine. It is striking out a spiritual substance from that rank of beings wherein the wise Author of nature has placed it, and forcibly break- ing in upon some other order of existence. And as it is im- possible for the limited powers of reason to penetrate the designs of Providence, it can never be proved that this is not disturbing the schemes of nature. We possibly may be, and indeed most probably are, connected with some higher rank of creatures : now philosophy will ne- ver be able to determine, that those connexions may not be disconcerted by prematurely quitting our present man- sion. One of the strongest passions implanted in human na- ture is the fear of death. It seems, indeed, to be placed by Providence as a sort of guard to retain mankind with- in their appointed station. Why, else, should it so uni- versally, and almost invariably, operate ? It is observable that no such affection appears in any species of beings below us. They have »o temptation, or no ability, to desert the post assigned to them, and therefore it should seem, they have no checks of this kind to keep them 6 62 LETTER XXII. within their prescribed limits. This general horrour, then, in mankind, at the apprehension of their dissolution, carries with it, I think, a very strong presumptive argu- ment in favour of the opinion I am endeavouring to maintain : for if it were not given to us for the purpose I have supposed, what other can it serve ? Can it be imagined that the benevolent Author of nature would have so deeply woven it into our constitution, only to interrupt our present enjoyments ? I cannot, I confess, discover, how the practice of suicide can be justified upon any principle, except upon that of downright atheism. If we suppose a good Providence to govern the world, the consequence is undeniable, that we must entirely rely upon it. If we imagine an evil one to prevail, what chance is there of finding that hap- piness in another scene, which we have in vain sought for in this ? The same malevolent omnipotence can as easily pursue us in the next remove, as persecute us in this our first station. Upon the whole, Palemon, prudence strongly forbids so hazardous an experiment as that of being our own ex- ecutioners. We know the worst that can happen in sup- porting life under all its most wretched circumstances : and if we should be mistaken in thinking it our duty to endure a load, which in truth we may securely lay down ; it is an errour extremely limited in its consequences. They cannot extend beyond this present existence, and possibly may end much earlier : whereas no mortal can, with the least degree of assurance, pronounce what may not be the effect of acting agreeably to the contrary opinion. — I am, &c. 63 LETTER XXIII. TO CLYTANDER. Sept. 23, 1733. I am by no means in the sentiments of that Grecian of your acquaintance, who, as often as he was pressed to marry, replied either that it was too soon or too late : and I think my favourite author, the honest Montaigne, a little too severe when he observes, upon this story, quHl faut refuser V opportunity a toute action importune : for higher of the genial bed by far And with mysterious reverence I deem. Milton, However, I am not adventurous enough to join with those friends you mention, who are soliciting you, it seems, to look out for an engagement of this kind. It is an union which requires so much delicacy in the cement- ing ; it is a commerce where so many nice circumstances must concur to render it successful, that I would not venture to pronounce of any two persons, that they are qualified for each other. I do not know a woman in the world who seems more formed to render a man of sense and generosity happy in this state, than Amasia : yet I should scarcely have cou- rage to recommend even Amasia to my friend. You have seen her, I dare say, a thousand times ; but I am persuaded she never attracted your particular observa- tion, for she is in the number of those who are ever over- looked in a crowd. As often as I converse with her, she puts me in mind of the golden age : there is an inno- cency and simplicity in all her words and actions, that equals any thing the poets have described of those pure and artless times. Indeed the greatest part of her life 64 LETTER XXIII. has been spent much in the same way as the early inha- bitants of the world, in that blameless period of it, used, we are told, to dispose of theirs ; under the shade and shelter of her own venerable oaks, and in those rural amusements which are sure to produce a confirmed habit both of health and cheerfulness. Amasia never said, or attempted to say, a sprightly thing in all her life; but she has done ten thousand generous ones : and if she is not the most conspicuous figure at an assembly, she never en- vied or maligned those who are. Her heart is all tender- ness and benevolence : no success ever attended any of her acquaintance, which did not fill her bosom with the most disinterested complacency; as no misfortune ever reached her knowledge, that she did not relieve or parti- cipate by her generosity. If ever she should fall into the hands of a man she loves, (and I am persuaded she would esteem it the worst kind of prostitution to resign herself into any other) her whole life would be one continued series of kindness and compliance. The humble opinion she has of her own uncommon merit, would make her so much the more sensible of her husband's ; and those little submissions on his side, which a woman of more pride and spirit would consider only as a claim of right, would be esteemed by Amasia as so many additional motives to her love and gratitude. But if I dwell any longer upon this amiable picture, I may be in danger, perhaps, of resembling that ancient artist, who grew enamoured of the production of his own pencil : for my security, therefore, as well as to put an end to your trouble, it will be best, I believe, to stop here. I am, &c. 65 LETTER XXIV. TO ORONTES. I was apprehensive my last had given you but too much occasion of recollecting the remark of one of your ad- mired ancients, that " the art of eloquence is taught by " man, but it is the Gods alone that inspire the wisdom " of silence." That wisdom, however, you are not willing I should yet practise ; and you must needs, it seems, have my farther sentiments upon the subject of oratory. Be it then as my friend requires : but let him remember, it is a hazardous thing to put some men upon talking on a favourite topick. One of the most pleasing exercises of the imagination, is that wherein she is employed in comparing distinct ideas, and discovering their various resemblances. There is no single perception of the mind that is not capable of an infinite number of considerations in reference to other objects ; and it is in the novelty and variety of these un- expected connexions, that the richness of a writer's genius is chiefly displayed. A vigorous and lively fancy does not tamely confine itself to the idea which lies before it, but looks beyond the immediate object of its contempla* tion, and observes how it stands in conformity with num- berless others. It is the prerogative of the human mind thus to bring its images together, and compare the several circumstances of similitude that attend them. By this means, eloquence exercises a kind of magick power ; she can raise innumerable beauties from the most barren sub- jects, and give the grace of novelty to the most common. The imagination is thus kept awake by the most agreeable motion, and entertained with a thousand different views 66 LETTER XXIV, both of art and nature, which still terminate upon the principal object. For this reason I prefer the metaphor to the simile, as a far more pleasing method of illustration. In the former, the action of the mind is less languid, as it is employed at one and the same instant, in comparing the resemblance with the idea it attends ; whereas, in the latter, its operations are more slow, being obliged to stand still, as it were, in order to contemplate first the principal object, and then its corresponding image. Of all the flowers, however, that embellish the regions of eloquence, there is none of a more tender and delicate nature ; as there is nothing wherein a line writer is more distinguished from one of an ordinary class, than in the conduct and application of this figure. He is at liberty, indeed, to range through the whole compass of creation, and collect his images from every object that surrounds him. But though he may be thus amply furnished with materials, great judgment is required in choosing them : for to render a metaphor perfect, it must not only be apt, but pleasing ; it must entertain, as well as enlighten. Mr. Dryden, therefore, can hardly escape the imputation of a very unpardonable breach of delicacy, when, in the dedica- tion of his Juvenal, he observes to the Earl of Dorset, that " some bad poems carry their owner's marks about " them — some brand or other on this buttock, or that ear, " that it is notorious who are the owners of the cattle." The poet Manilius seems to have raised an image of the same injudicious kind, in that compliment which he pays to Homer in the following verses: cuj usque ex ore profusos Omnis posteritas latices in carmine duxit. I could never read these lines without calling to mind those grotesque heads, which are fixed to the roof o the LETTER XXIV. 6f old building of King's college in Cambridge : which the ingenious architect has represented in the act of vomiting out the rain, that falls through certain pipes most judi- ciously stuck in their mouths for that purpose. Mr. Ad- dison recommends a method of trying the propriety of a metaphor, by drawing it out in visible representation. — Accordingly, I think this curious conceit of the builder might be employed to the advantage of the youth in that university, and serve for as proper an illustration of the absurdity of the poet's image, as that ancient picture which iElian mentions, where Homer was figured with a stream running from his mouth, and a group of poets lapping it up at a distance. But besides a certain decorum which is requisite to' constitute a perfect metaphor ; a writer of true taste and genius will always single out the most obvious images, and place them in the most unobserved points of resem- blance. Accordingly, all allusions which point to the more abstruse branches of the arts or sciences, and with which none can be supposed to be acquainted but those who have gone far into the deeper studies, should be carefully avoided, not only as pedantick, but impertinent ; as they pervert the single use of this figure, and add nei- ther grace nor force to the idea they would elucidate. — The most pleasing metaphors, therefore, are those which are derived from the more frequent occurrences of art or nature, or the civil transactions and customs of mankind* Thus, how expressive, yet at the same time how familiar, is that image which Otway has put into the mouth of Metellus, in his play of Caius Marius, where he calls Sulpicius That mad wild bull whom Marius lets loose On each occasion, when he'd make Rome feel hira, To toss our laws and liberties i' th' air .' 68 LETTER XXIV. But I never met with a more agreeable, or a more significant allusion, than one in Quintus Curtius, which is borrowed from the most ordinary object in common life* That author represents Craterus as dissuading Alexander from continuing his Indian expedition, against enemies too contemptible, he tells him, for the glory of his arms ; and concludes his speech with the following beautiful thought : Citd gloria obsolescit in sordidis hostibus : nee quidquam indignius est quam consumi earn ubi non potest ostendi. Now I am got into Latin quotations, I cannot forbear mentioning a most beautiful passage, which I lately had the pleasure of reading, and which I will ven- ture to produce as equal to any thing of the same kind, either in ancient or modern composition. I met with it in the speech of a young orator, to whom I have the happiness to be related, and who will one day, I persuade myself, prove as great an honour to his country as he is at present to that learned society of which he is a mem- ber. He is speaking of the writings of a celebrated prelate, who received his education in that famous semi- nary to which he belongs, and illustrates the peculiar elegance which distinguishes all that author's perform- ances, by the following just and pleasing assemblage of diction and imagery : In quodcumque opus se parabat [et per omnia sane versatile illius se duxit ingenium) nescio qua luce sibi soli propria, id illuminavit ; haud dissimili ei aureo Titiani radio, qui per totam tabulam gliscens earn vere suam dmunciat. As there is nothing more entertaining to the imagination than the produc- tions of the fine arts ; there is no kind of similitudes or metaphors which are in general more striking, than those which allude to their properties and effects. It is with great judgment, therefore, that the ingenious author of the dialogue, concerning the decline of eloqueoce among LETTER XXIV. 69 the Romans, recommends to his orator a general ac- quaintance with the whole circle of the polite arts. A knowledge of this sort furnishes an author with illustra- tions of the most agreeable kind, arid sets a gloss upon his compositions which enlivens them with singular grace and spirit. Were I to point out the beauty and efficacy of meta- phorical language, by particular instances, I should rather draw my examples from the moderns than the ancients ; the latter being scarcely, I think, so exact and delicate in this article of composition, as the former. The great improvements, indeed, in natural knowledge, which have been made in these later ages, have opened a vein of metaphor entirely unknown to the ancients, and enriched the fancy of modern wits with a new stock of the most pleasing ideas : a circumstance which must give them a very considerable advantage over the Greeks and Ro- mans. I am sure, at least, of all the writings with which I have been conversant, the works of Mr. Addison will afford the most abundant supply of this kind, in all its variety and perfection. Truth and beauty of imagery is, indeed, his characteristical distinction, and the principal point of eminence which raises his style above that of every author in any language that has fallen within my notice. He is every where highly figurative ; yet, at the same time, he is the most easy and perspicuous writer I have ever perused. The reason is, his images are always taken from the most natural and familiar appearances : as they are chosen with the utmost delicacy and judgment. Suffer me only to mention one out of a thousand I could name, as it appears to me the finest and most expressive that ever language conveyed. It is in one of his in- imitable papers upon Paradise Lost, where he is taking notice of those changes in nature, which the author of that 70 LETTER XXIV. truly divine poem describes as immediately succeeding the fall. Among other prodigies, Milton represents the sun in an eclipse ; and at the same time a bright cloud in the western region of the heavens descending with a band of angels. Mr. Addison, in order to shew his author's art and judgment in the conduct and disposition of this sublime scenery, observes, " the whole theatre of nature " is darkened, that this glorious machine may appear in "all its lustre and magnificence." I know not, Orontes, whether you will agree in sentiment with me ; but I must confess, I am at a loss which to admire most upon this occasion, the poet or the critick. There is a double beauty in images of this kind when they are not only metaphors, but allusions. I was much pleased with an instance of this uncommon species, in a little poem entitled The Spleen. The author of that piece (who has thrown together more original thoughts than I ever read in the same compass of lines) speaking of the advantages of exercise in dissipating those gloomy vapours, which are so apt to hang upon some minds, employs the following image : Throw but a stone, the giant dies. You will observe, Orontes, that the metaphor here is conceived with great propriety of thought, if we consider it only in its primary view ; but when we see it pointing still farther, and hinting at the story of David and Goliah, it receives a very considerable improvement from this double application. It must be owned, some of the greatest authors, both ancient and modern, have made many remarkable slips in the management of this figure, and have sometimes ex- pressed themselves with as much impropriety as an honest sailor of my acquaintance, a captain of a privateer, who LETTER XXV. 71 wrote an account to his owners of an engagement, " in " which he had the good fortune," he told them, "of having M only one of his hands shot through the nose." The great caution, therefore, should be, never to join any idea to a figurative expression, which would not be applicable to it in a literal sense. Thus Cicero, in his treatise De Cla- ris Oratoribus, speaking of the family of the Scipios, is guilty of an impropriety of this kind : O generosam stir- pern (says he) et tanquam inunam arborem plura genera, sic in istam domum multorum insitam atque illuminatam sapientiam. Mr. Addison, likewise, has fallen into an er- rour'of the same sort, where he observes, " There is not a " single view of human nature, which is not sufficient to " extinguish the seeds of pride." In this passage he evi- dently unites images together which have no connexion with each other. When a seed has lost its power of ve- getation, I might, in a metaphorical sense, say it is ex- tinguished : but when, in the same sense, I call that dis- position of the heart which produces pride the seed of that passion, I cannot, without introducing a confusion of ideas, apply any word to seed but what corresponds with its real properties or circumstances. Another mistake in the use of this figure is, when dif- ferent images are crowded too close upon each other, or (to express myself after Quintilian) when a sentence sets out with storms and tempests, and ends with fire and flames. A judicious reader will observe an impropriety of this kind in one of the late essays of the inimitable au- thor last quoted, where he tells us, " that women were " formed to temper mankind, not to set an edge upon u their minds, and blow up in them those passions which * are too apt to rise of their own accord." Thus a cele- brated orator, speaking of that little blackening spirit in T2 LETTER XXV. mankind, which is fond of discovering spots in the bright- est characters, remarks, that when persons of this cast of temper have mentioned any virtue of their neighbour, " it is well, if, to balance the matter, they do not clap " some fault into the opposite srale, that so the enemy t'may not go off rcith flying colours." Dr. Swift also, whose style is the most pure and simple of any of our classick writers, and who does not seem in general very fond of the figurative manner, is not always tree from censure in his management of the metaphorical language. In his Essay on the Distentions of Athens and Rome, speaking of the populace, he takes notice, that, " though " in their corrupt notions of divine worship, they are apt " to multiply their gods, yet their earthly devotion is M seldom paid to above one idol at a time, whose oar they " pull with less murmuring and much more skill, than when "they share the lading, or even hold the helm" The most injudicious writer could not possibly have fallen into a more absurd inconsistency of metaphor, than this emi- nent wit has inadvertently been betrayed into, in this pas- sage. For what connexion is there between wor c hipping and roiving, and who ever heard before of pulling the oar of an idol ? As there are certain metaphors which are common to all language, there are others of so delicate a nature, as not to bear transplanting from one nation into another. There is no part, therefore, of the business of a transla- tor more difficult to manage than this figure, as it re- quires great judgment to distinguish, when it may, and may not, be naturalized with propriety and elegance. — The want of this necessary discernment has led the com- mon race of translators into great absurdities, and is one of the principal reasons that performances of this kind are generally so insipid. What strange work, for instance. LETTER XXV. 73 would an injudicious interpreter make with the following metaphor in Homer ? Nwv y*% fa Tr&vrtwiv net tyepu to-vcvrtLi Mt t une. II. x. 173. But Mr. Pope, by artfully dropping the particular image yet retaining the general idea, has happily preserved the spirit of his author, and at the same time humoured the different taste of his own countrymen. Each single Greek, in this conclusive strife, Stands on the sharpest edge of death or life. And now, Orontes, do you not think it high time to be dismissed from this fairy land? Permit me, however, just to add, that this figure, which casts so much light and beauty upon works of genius, ought to be entirely banished from the severer compositions of philosophy. It is the business of the latter to separate resemblances, not to find them, and to deliver her discoveries in the plainest and most unornamented expressions. Much dis- pute, and, perhaps, many errours, might have been avoid- ed, if metaphor had been thus confined within its proper limits, and never wandered from the regions of eloquence and poetry. I am, &c. LETTER XXV. TO PHILOTES. August 5, 1744. Don't you begin to think that I ill deserve the pre- scription you sent me, since I have scarce had the man- ners even to thank you for it ? It must be confessed I have neglected to honour my fhysician with the honour 7 74 LETTER XXY. due unto him : that is, I have omitted not only what I ought to have performed by good-breeding, but what I am expressly enjoined by my Bible. I am not, however, entirely without excuse ; a silly one, I own ; neverthe- less, it is the truth. I have lately been a good deal out of spirits. But at length the fit is over. Amongst the number of those things which are wanting to secure me from a return of it, I must always reckon the company of my friend. I have, indeed, frequent occasion for you ; not in the way of your profession, but in a better : in the way of friendship. There is a healing quality in that intercourse, which a certain author has, with infinite pro- priety, termed the medicine of life. It is a medicine which, unluckily, lies almost wholly out of my teach ; fortune having separated me from those few friends whom I pretend or desire to claim. General acquaint- ances, you know, I am not much inclined to cultivate ; so that I am at present as much secluded from society as if I were a sojourner in a strange land. Though retire- ment is my dear delight, yet, upon some occasions, I think I have too much of it ; and 1 agree with Balzac, que la solitude est certainement une belle chose : mais il y a plaisir d'avoir quelqu'un qui sache repondre ; k qui on puisse dire de terns en terns, que la solitude est une belle chose. But I must not forget, that, as I sometimes want company, you may as often wish to be alone ; and that I may, perhaps, be at this instant breaking in upon one of those hours which you desire to enjoy without inter- ruption. I will only detain you, therefore, whilst I add that I am, &c. 75 LETTER XXVI. TO PHIDIPPUS. May 1, 1745. If that friend of yours, whom you are desirous to add to the number of mine, were endued with no other quality than the last you mentioned in the catalogue of his vir- tues ; I should esteem his acquaintance as one of my most valuable privileges. When you assured me, therefore, of the generosity of his disposition, I wanted no additional motive to embrace your proposal of joining you and him at * *. To say truth, I consider a generous mind as the noblest work of the creation, and am persuaded, where- ever it resides, no real merit can be wanting. It is, per- haps, the most singular of all the moral endowments. I am sure, at least, it is often imputed where it cannot justly be claimed. The meanest self-love, under some refined disguise, frequently passes upon common observers for this godlike principle ; and I have known many a popular action attributed to this motive, when it flowed from ne higher a source than the suggestions of concealed vanity. Good-nature, as it has many features in common with this virtue, is usually mistaken for it : the former, however, is but the effect, possibly, of a happy disposition of the ani- mal structure, or, as Dryden somewhere calls it, of a cer- tain "milkiness of blood;" whereas the latter is seated in the mind, and can never subsist where good sense and enlarged sentiments have no existence. It is entirely founded, indeed, upon justness of thought : which, per- haps, is the reason this virtue is so little the characteris- tick of mankind in general. A man, whose mind is warp- c. is. 211. Meanwhile Patroelus srveats, the fire to raise. Own the truth, Euphronius : does not this give you the idea of a greasy cook at a kitchen fire ? whereas nothing of this kind is suggested in the original. On the contrary the epithet sro&tos, seems to have been added by Homer, in order to reconcile us to the meanness of the action, by reminding us of the high character of the person who is engaged in it ; and as Mr. Addison observes of Virgil's husbandman, that " he tosses about his dung with an air " of gracefulness ;" one may, with the same truth, say of Homer's hero, that he lights his fire with an air of dignity. I intended to have closed these hasty objections, with laying before you some of those passages, where Mr. Pope seems to have equalled, or excelled his original. — But I perceive I have already extended my letter beyond a rea- 136 LETTER XLIV. sonable limit : I will reserve, therefore, that more pleas* ing, as well as much easier task, to some future occasion. In the mean time, I desire you will look upon those re- marks, not as proceeding from a spirit of cavil (than which I know not any more truly contemptible) but as an in- stance of my having read your favourite poet with that attention, which his own unequalled merit and your judi- cious recommendation most deservedly claim. I am, &c; LETTER XLIV. TO PALAMEDES. April 18, 1739. I have had occasion, a thousand times since I saw you, to wish myself in the land where all things are forgotten ; at least, that I did not live in the memory of certain restless mortals of your acquaintance, who are visiters by profession. The misfortune is, no retirement is so remote, nor sanctuary so sacred, as to afford a pro- tection from their impertinence ; and though one were to fly to the desert, and take refuge in the cells of saints and hermits, one should be alarmed with their unmean- ing voice, crying even in the wilderness. They spread themselves, in truth, over the whole face of the land, and lay waste the fairest hours of conversation. For my own part, (to speak of them in a style suitable to their taste and talents) I look upon them, not as paying visits, but visitations ; and am never obliged to give audience to one of this species, that I do not consider myself as under a judgment for those numberless hours which I have spent in vain. If these sons and daughters of idleness and folly would be persuaded to enter into an exclusive society among themselves, the rest of the world might possess LETTER XLV. 137 their moments unmolested : but nothing less will satisfy them than opening a general commerce, and sailing into every port where choice or chance may drive them. Were we to live indeed, to the years of the antediluvians, one might afford to resign some part of one's own time in charitable relief of the unsufferable weight of theirs ; but, since the days of man are shrunk into a few hasty revolu- tions of the sun, whole afternoons are much too considera- ble a sacrifice to be offered up to tame civility. What heightens the contempt of this character, is, that they who have so much of the form, have always least of the power of friendship ; and though they will erase their chariot wheels (as Milton expresses it) to destroy your repose, they would not drive half the length of a street to assist your distress. It was owing to an interruption from one of these obsequious intruders, that I was prevented keeping my en- gagement with you yesterday ; and you must indulge me in this discharge of my invective against the ridiculous occa- sion of so mortifying a disappointment. Adieu. I am, &c. LETTER XLV. TO HORTENSIUS. May 8, 1757. To be able to suppress my acknowledgments of the pleasure I received from your approbation, were to shew that I do not deserve it ; for is it possible to value the praise of the judicious as one ought, and yet be silent under its influence ! I can, with strict truth, say of you, what a Greek poet did of Plato, who, reading his performance to a circle where that great philosopher was present, and find- ing himself deserted, at length, by all the rest of the com- pany, cried out, " I will proceed, nevertheless, for Plato is ** himself an audience." 12* 138 LETTER XLVI. True fame, indeed, is no more in the gift than in the possession of numbers, as it is only in the disposal of the wise and the impartial. But if both those qualifications must concur to give validity to a vote of this kind, how little reason has an author to be either depressed or elated by general censure or applause ? The triumphs of genius are not like those of ancient he- roism, where the meanest captive made a part of the pomp, as well as the noblest. It is not the multitude, but the dignity of those that compose her followers, that can add any thing to her real glory ; and a single attendant may of- ten render her more truly illustrious than a whole train of common admirers. I am sure, at least, I have no ambition of drawing after me vulgar acclamations ; and, whilst I have the happiness to enjoy your applause, I shall always consider myself in possession of the truest fame. Adieu. I am, &e. LETTER XLVI. TO CLYTANDER. Sept. 10, 1738, You, who never forget any thing, can tell me, I dare say r whose observation it is, that, " of all the actions of our life, " nothing is more uncommon than to laugh or to cry with "a good grace." But, though I cannot recollect the au* thor, I shall always retain his maxim; as, indeed, every day's occurrences suggest the truth of it to my mind. I had particularly an occasion to see one part of it verified in the treatise I herewith return you ; for never, surely, was mirth more injudiciously directed, than that which, ibis writer of your acquaintance has employed. To droll upon the established religion of a country, and laugh at the most sacred and inviolable of her ordinances, is as far removed from good politicks, as it is from good manners. It is; indeed, upon maxims of policy alone, that one cm LETTER XLVf. 139 reason with those who pursue the principles which this author has embraced : I will add, therefore, (since, it seems, you sometimes communicate to him my letters) that to endeavour to lessen that veneration which is due to the religious institutions of a nation, when they neither run counter to any of the great lines of morality, nor op- pose the natural rights of mankind, is a sort of zeal which I know not by what epithet sufficiently to stigmatize : it is attacking the strongest hold of society, and attemptiog to destroy the firmest guard of human security. Far am I, indeed, from thinking there is no other, or that the notion of a moral sense is a vain and groundless hypothesis. But wonderfully limited must the experience of those philo- sophers undoubtedly be, who imagine, that an implanted love of virtue is sufficient to conduct the generality of mankind through the paths of moral duties, and supersede the necessity of a farther and more powerful guide. A sense of honour, likewise, where it operates in its true and genuine vigour, is, I confess, a most noble and powerful principle, but far too refined a motive of action, even for the more cultivated part of our species to adopt in general ; and, in fact, we find it much oftener professed, than pursued. Nor are the laws of a community sufficient to answer all the restraining purposes of government ; as there are many moral points which it is impossible to secure by express provisions. Human institutions can reach no farther than to certain general duties, in which the collective welfare of society is more particularly concerned. — Whatever else is necessary for the ease and happiness of social intercourse, can be derived only from the assistance of religion ; which influences the nicer connexions and dependencies of mankind, as it regulates and corrects the heart. How many tyrannies may I exercise as a parent, how many hardships may I inflict as a master, if I take the statutes of my country for the 140 LETTER XL VI. only guides of ray actions, and think every thing lawful that is not immediately penal ? The truth is, a man may be injured in a variety of instances far more atrociously, than by what the law considers either as a fraud or a robbery. Now, in cases of this kind, (and many very important cases of this kind there are) to remove the bars of religion, is to throw open the gates of oppression : it is to leave the honest exposed to the injurious inroads of those (and they are far. perhaps, the greatest part of mankind) who, though they would never do justice and love mercy, in compliance with the dictates of nature, would scrupulously practise both in obedience to the rules of revelation. The gross of our species can never, indeed, be influ- enced by abstract reasoning, nor captivated by the naked charms of virtue : on the contrary, nothing seems more evident than that the generality of mankind must be engaged by sensible objects ; must be wrought upon by their hopes and fears. And this has been the constant maxim of ail the celebrated legislators, from the earliest establishment of government, to this present hour. It is true, indeed, that none have contended more warmly than the ancients for the dignity of human nature, and the native disposition of the soul to be enamoured with the beauty of virtue : but it is equally true, that none have more strenuously inculcated the expediency of adding the authority of religion to the suggestions of nature, and main- taining a reverence to the appointed ceremonies of publick worship. The sentiments of Pythagoras (or whoever he be who was author of those verses which pass under that philosopher's name) are well known upon this subject : Tip*. Many, indeed, are the ancient passages which might be produced in support of this assertion, if it were nece&- LETTER XLVI. 141 Sary to produce any passages of this kind to you, whom I have so often heard contend for the same truth with all the awakening powers of learning and eloquence. Suffer- me, however, for the benefit of your acquaintance, to remind you of one or two, which I do not remember ever to have seen quoted. Livy has recorded a speech of Appius Claudius Cras- sus, which he made in opposition to certain demands of the tribunes. That zealous senator warmly argues against admitting the plebeians into a share of the consular dig- nity ; from the power of taking the auspices being origi- nally and solely vested in the patrician order. " But* " perhaps," says Crassus, " I shall be told, that the peek- ing of a chicken, &c. are trifles unworthy of regard: " trifling, however, as these ceremonies may now be " deemed, it was by the strict observance of them that " our ancestors raised this commonwealth to its present 14 point of grandeur." Parva sunt haec: sed parva ista non contemnendo, majores nostri maximum hanc rem fe- cerunt. — Agreeably to this principle, the Roman historian of the life of Alexander, describes that monarch, after having killed his friend Clitus, as considering, in his coo! moments, whether the godf had not permitted him to be guilty of that horrid act, in punishment for his irreligious neglect of their sacred rites. And Juvenal* imputes the source of that torrent of vice which broke in upon the age in which he wrote, to the general disbelief that pre- vailed of the publick doctrines of their established religion. Those tenets, he tells us, that influenced the glorious con- duct of the Curii, the Scipios, the Fabricii, and the Camil- li, were in his days so totally exploded, as scarce to be received even by children. It were well for some parts of the Christian world, if the same observation might aot * Sat. II. 149, 142 LETTER XLVII. with justice be extended beyond the limits of ancient Rome : and I often reflect upon the very judicious remark of a great writer of the last century, who takes notice, that M the generality of Christendom is now well nigh " arrived at that fatal condition, which immediately prece- " ded the destruction of the worship of the ancient world ; *' when the face of religion, in their publick assemblies, ** was quite different from that apprehension which men * had concerning it in private." Nothing, most certainly, could less plead the sanction of reason, than the general rites of pagan worship. Weak and absurd, however, as they were in themselves, and, indeed, in the estimation too of all the wiser sort ; yet, the more thinking and judicious part, both of their states- men and philosophers, unanimously concurred in support- ing them as sacred and inviolable : well persuaded, no doubt, that religion is the strongest cement in the great structure of moral government. Farewell. I am, &c. LETTER XLVII. TO CLEORA. Sept. J. I look upon every day, wherein I have not some com-* munieation with my Cleora, as a day lost ; and I take up my pen every afternoon to write to you, as regularly as I drink my tea, or perform any the like important article of my life. I frequently bless the happy art that affords me a means of conveying myself to you, at this distance, and by an easy kind of magick, thus transports me to your par- lour at a time when I could not gain admittance by any other method. Of all people in the world, indeed, none LETTER XLVIII. 148 are more obliged to this paper commerce, than friends and lovers. It is by this they elude, in some degree, the malevolence of fate, and can enjoy an intercourse with each other, though the Alps themselves shall rise up between them. Even this imaginary participation of your society is far more pleasing to me than the real enjoyment of any other conversation the whole world could supply, The truth is, I have lost all relish for any but yours ; and, if I were invited to an assembly of all the wits of the Augustan age, or all the heroes that Plutarch has cele- brated, I should neither have -spirits nor curiosity to be of the party. Yet with all this indolence or indifference about me, I would take a voyage as far as the pole to sup with Cleora on a lettuce, or only to hold the bowl while she mixed the syllabub. Such happy evenings I once knew : ah, Cleora ! will they never return ? Adieu. LETTER XLVIII. TO ECJPHRONIU5. I have read the performance you communicated to me, with all the attention you required ; and I can, with strict sincerity, apply to your friend's verses, what an ancient has observed of the same number of Spartans who de- fended the passage of Thermopylae ; nunqitam vidiphires trecentos ! Never, indeed, was there greater energy of language and sentiment united together in the same com- pass of lines : and it would be an injustice to the world, as well as to himself, to suppress so animated and so use- ful a composition. A satirist, of true genius, who is warmed by a generous indignation of vice, and whose censures are conducted by candour and truth, merits the applause of every friend to 144 LETTER XL VIII. virtue. He may be considered as a sort of supplement to the legislative authority of his country ; as assisting the unavoidable defects of all legal institutions for the regulating of manners, and striking terrour even where the divine prohibitions themselves are held in contempt. The strongest defence, perhaps, against the inroads of vice, among the more cultivated part of our species, is well- directed ridicule : they who fear nothing else, dread to be marked out to the contempt and indignation of the world. There is no succeeding in the secret purposes of dishonesty, without preserving some sort of credit among mankind ; as there cannot exist a more impotent crea- ture than a knave convict. To expose, therefore, the false pretensions of counterfeit virtue, is to disarm it at once of all power of mischief, and to perform a publick service of the most advantageous kind, in which any man can employ his time and his talents. The voice, indeed, of an honest satirist, is not only beneficial to the world, as giving alarm against the designs of an enemy so dan- gerous to all social intercourse, but as proving likewise the most efficacious preventative to others, of assuming the same character of distinguished infamy. Few are so totally vitiated, as to have abandoned all sentiments of shame; and when every other principle of integrity is sur- rendered, we generally find the conflict is still maintain- ed in this last post of retreating virtue. In this view, therefore, it should seem, the function of a satirist may be justified, notwithstanding it should be true, (what an excellent moralist has asserted) that his chastisements rather exasperate than reclaim those on whom they fall. Perhaps, no human penalties are of any moral advantage to the criminal himself; and the principal benefit that seems to be derived from civil punishments of any kind, is their restraining influence upon the conduct of others. LETTER XLIX. 145 It is not every arm, however, that'is qualified to ma- nage this formidable blow. The arrows of satire, when they are not pointed by virtue, as well as wit, recoil back upon the hand that directs them, and wound none but him from whom they proceed. Accordingly, Horace rests the whole success of writings of this sorjt upon the poet's being Integer Ipse ; free himself from those immoral stains which he points out in others. There cannot, indeed, be a more odious, nor at the same time a more contempti- ble character than that of a vicious satirist : Quis coelum terns non miseeat et mare coelo, Si fur displiceat Verri, homicida Miloiii ? Juv. The most favourable light in which a censor of this spe- cies could possibly be viewed, would be that of a publick executioner, who inflicts the punishment on others, which he has already merited himself. But the truth of it is, he is not qualified even for so wretched an office ; and there is nothing to be dreaded from a satirist of known dishonesty, but his applause. Adieu. LETTER XLIX. TO PALAMEDES. Aug. 2, 1734. Ceremony is never more unwelcome, than at that sea- son in which you will, probably, have the greatest share of it; and, as I should be extremely unwilling to add to the number of those, who, in pure good manners, may in- terrupt your enjoyments, I choose to give you my con- gratulations a little prematurely. After the happy office shall be completed, your moments will be too valuable to be laid out in forms ; and it would be paying a compli- ment with a very ill grace, to draw off your eyes from the 13 146 LETTER L. highest beauty, though it were to turn them on the most exquisite wit. I hope, however, you will give me timely notice of your wedding day, that I may be prepared with my epithalamium. I have already laid in half a dozen deities extremely proper for the occasion, and have even made some progress in ray first simile. But I am somewhat at a loss how to proceed, not being able to determine whether your future bride is most li!_«g Venus or Hebe. That she resembles both, is universally agreed, I find, by those who have seen her. But it would be offending, you know, against all the rules of poetical justice, if I should only say she is as handsome as she is young, when, after all, perhaps, the truth may be, that she has even more beauty than youth. In the mean while, I am turning over all the tender compliments that love has inspired, from the Lesbia of Catullus to the Chloe of Prior, and hope to gather such a collection of flowers as may not be unworthy of entering into a garland composed for your Stella. But, before you introduce me as a poet, let me be recommended to her by a much bet- ter title, and assure her that I am yours, &c. LETTER L. TO EUPHRONIUS. I am much inclined to join with you in thinking that the Romans had no peculiar word in their language which answers precisely to what we call good sense in ours. For though prudentia, indeed, seems frequently used by their best writers to express that idea, yet it is not confined to that single meaning, but is often applied by them to sig- nify skill in any particular science. But good sense is something very distinct from knowledge ; and it is an in- LETTER L. 147 stance of the poverty of the Latin language, that she is obliged to use the same word as a mark for two such different ideas. Were I to explain what I understand by good sense, I should call it right reason ; but right reason that arises, not from formal and logical deductions, but from a sort of intuitive faculty in the soul, which distinguishes by imme- diate perception : a kind of innate sagacity, that, in many of its properties, seems very much to resemble in- stinct. It would be improper, therefore, to say, that Sir Isaac Newton shewed his good sense by those amazing discoveries which he made in natural philosophy : the operations of this gift of Heaven are rather instantaneous, than the result of any tedious process. Like Diomed, after Minerva had endowed him with the power of dis- cerning gods from mortals, the man of good sense discovers, at once, the truth of those objects he is most concerned to distinguish, and conducts himself with suitable caution and security. It is for this reason, possibly, that this quality of the mind is not so often found united with learning as one could wish : for good sense being accustomed to receive her discoveries without labour or study, she cannot so easily wait for those truths, which being placed at a dis- tance, and lying concealed under numberless covers, re- quire much pains and application to unfold. But though good sense is not in the number, nor always, it must be owned, in the company of the sciences ; yet it is (as the most sensible of poets has justly observed) fairly worth the seven. Rectitude of understanding is, indeed, the most useful, as well as the most noble, of human endowments, as it is the sovereign guide and director in every branch of civil and social intercourse. 148 LETTER LI. Upon whatever occasion this enlightening faculty is exerted, it is always sure to act with distinguished emi- nence ; but its chief and peculiar province seems to lie in the commerce of the world. Accordingly we may ob- serve, that those who have conversed more with men than with books, whose wisdom is derived rather from experience than contemplation, generally possess this happy talent with superiour perfection : for good sense, though it cannot be acquired, may be improved ; and the world, I believe, will ever be found to afford the most kindly soil for its cultivation. I know not whether true good sense is not a more un- common quality even than true wit ; as there is nothing, perhaps, more extraordinary than to meet with a per- son, whose entire conduct and notions are under the direction of this supreme guide. The single instance, at least, which I could produce of its acting steadily and invariably throughout the whole of a character, is that which Euphronius, I am sure, would not allow me to men- tion : at the same time, perhaps, I am rendering my own pretensions of this kind extremely questionable, when I thus venture to throw before you my sentiments upon a subject, of which you are universally acknowledged so perfect a master. I am, &c. LETTER LI. TO PALEMON. May 29, 1T43. I esteem your letters in the number of my most valuable possessions, and preserve them as so many pro- phetical leaves upon which the fate of our distracted nation is inscribed. But, in exchange for the maxims of a patriot, I can only send you the reveries of a recluse, and LETTER LI. 149 give you the stones of the brook for the gold of Ophir. Never, indeed, Palemon, was there a commerce more unequal than that wherein you are contented to engage with me ; and I could scarce answer it to my conscience to continue a traffick, where the whole benefit accrues singly to myself, did I not know, that to confer without the possibility of an advantage, is the most pleasing exercise of generosity. I will venture then to make use of a privilege which I have long enjoyed ; as I well know you love to mix the medita- tions of the philosopher with the reflections of the states- man, and can turn with equal relish from the politicks of Tacitus to the morals of Seneca. I was in my garden this morning somewhat earlier than usual, when the sun, as Milton describes him, With wheels yet hov'ring o'er the ocean brim Shot parallel to th' earth his dewy ray. There is something in the opening of the dawn, at this season of the year, that enlivens the mind with a sort of cheerful seriousness, and fills it with a certain calm rapture in the consciousness of its existence. For my own part, at least, the rising of the sun has the same effect on me, as it is said to have had on the celebrated statue of Mem- non: and I never observe that glorious luminary breaking out upon me, that I do not find myself harmonized for the whole day. Whilst I was enjoying the freshness and tranquillity of this early season, and, considering the many reasons I had to join in offering up that morning incense, which the poet I just now mentioned, represents as particularly arising at this hour from the earth's great altar ; I could not but esteem it as a principal blessing, that I was entering upon a new day with health and spirits. To awake with re- cruited vigour for the transactions of life, is a mercy so 13* 150 LETTER LI. generally dispensed, that it passes, like other the ordinary bounties of Providence, without making its due impression. Yet, were one never to rise under these happy circumstan- ces, without reflecting what numbers there are, (who, to use the language of the most pathetick of authors) when they said, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint, were, like him, full oftossings to and fro, unto the dawning of the day, or scared with dreams, and terrified through visions — were one to consider, I say, how many pass their nights in all the horrours of a disturbed imagina- tion, orall the wakefulness of real pains, one could not find one's self exempt from such uneasy slumbers, or such terrible vigils, without double satisfaction and gratitude. There is nothing, indeed, contributes more to render a man contented with that draught of life which is poured out to himself, than thus to reflect on those more bitter ingredients which are sometimes mingled in the cup of others. In pursuing the same vein of thought, I could not but congratulate myself, that I had no part in that turbulent drama which was going to be re-acted upon the great stage of the world ; and rejoiced that it was my fortune to stand a distant and unengaged spectator of those several characters that would shortly fill the scene. This suggested to my remembrance a passage, in the Roman tragick poet, where he describes the various pursuits of the busy and ambitious world, in very just and lively colours : II le superbos aditus regum Durasque fores, expers somni, Colit : Hie nullo fine beatus Componit opes, gazis hihians, Et congesto pauper in auro est. Ilium populi favor attonitum, Fluctuque raagis mobile vulgus, Aura tumidum toll it inani LETTER LI. 151 Hie clamosi rabiosa fori Jurgia vendens improbus, iras Et verba locat. and I could not forbear saying to myself, in the language of the same author, me mea tellus Lare secreto tutoque tegat ! Yet this circumstance, which your friend considers as so valuable a privilege, has been esteemed by others as the most severe of afflictions. The celebrated count de Bussy Rabutin has written a little treatise, wherein, after having shewn that the greatest men upon the stage of the world are generally the most unhappy, he closes the account by producing himself as an instance of the truth of what he had been advancing. But can you guess, Palemon, what this terrible disaster was, which thus entitled him to a rank in the number of these unfortunate heroes ? He had com- posed, it seems, certain satirical pieces which gave offence to Lewis the XlVth ; for which reason that monarch ban- ished him from the slavery and dependence of a court, to live in ease and freedom at his country-house. But the world had taken too strong possession of his heart, to suffer him to leave even the worst part of it without reluctance ; and, like the patriarch's wife, he looked back with regret upon the scene from which he was kindly driven, though there was nothing in the prospect but flames. Adieu. I am, &c. 152 LETTER LII. TO EUFHRON1US. Aug. 20, 1742. Surely, Euphronius, the spirit of criticism has strangely possessed you. How else could you be willing to step aside so often from the amusements of the gayest scenes, in order to examine with me certain beauties, far other than those, which at present it might be imagined, would wholly engage your attention ? Who, indeed, that sees my friend over night supporting the vivacity of the most sprightly assemblies, would expect to find him the next morning gravely poring over antiquated Greek, and weigh- ing the merits of ancient and modern geniuses ? But I have long admired you as an elegant spectator formarum, in every sense of the expression ; and you can turn, I know, from the charms of beauty to those of wit, with the same refinement of taste and rapture. I may venture, therefore, to resume our critical correspondence without the form of an apology ; as it is the singular character of Euphronius to reconcile the philosopher with the man of the world, and judiciously divide his hours between action and retirement. What has been said of a celebrated French translator, may, with equal justice, be applied to Mr. Pope : "that " it is doubtful whether the dead or the living are most "obliged to him." His translations of Homer, and imi- tations of Horace, have introduced to the acquaintance of the English reader, two of the most considerable authors in all antiquity ; as, indeed, they are equal to the credit of so many original works. A man must have a very con- siderable share of the different spirit which distinguishes those most admirable poets, who is capable of representing in his own language so true an image of their respective LETTER LII. 153 manners. If we look no farther than these works them- selves, without considering them with respect to any at- tempts of the same nature which have been made by others, we shall have sufficient reason to esteem them for their own intrinsick merit. But how will this uncom- mon genius rise in our admiration, when we compare his classical translations with those similar performances, which have employed some of the most celebrated of our poets ? I have lately been turning over the Iliad with this view ; and, perhaps, it will be no unentertaining amuse- ment to you, to examine the several copies which I have collected of the original, as taken by some of the most considerable of our English masters. To single them out for this purpose according to the order of the particular books, or passages, upon which they have respectively ex- ercised their pencils, the pretensions of Mr. Tickel stand first to be examined. The action of the Iliad opens, you know, with the speech of Chryses, whose daughter, having been taken captive by the Grecians, was allotted to Agamemnon. This vene- rable priest of Apollo is represented as addressing himself to the Grecian chiefs, in the following pathetick simplicity of eloquence : Ar£ll$dU TS, KCLl AXKOl VJMHfJUfe AftMOt, 'EvjTrizp-a.i UptA/uoio <&o\tv, w /Aw, Tat yov, H efero vo VG(rpiV dL\V(TX.X?Od <&CM{AQIQ. vi. 44Q. To whom the noble Hector thus replied : That and the rest are in my daily care ; But should I shun the dangers of the war, * With scorn the Trojans would reward my pains, And their proud ladies with their sweeping trains* The Grecian swords and lances I can bear : But loss of honour is my only care. Dryderu Nothing can Ite more flat and unanimated than these lines. One may say, upon this occasion, what Dry den himself, I remember, somewhere observes, that a good poet is no more like himself in a dull translation, than his dead carcass would be to his living body. To catch indeed the soul of our Grecian bard, and breathe his spirit into an English version, seems to have been a privilege reserved solely for Pope : The chief replied : that post shall be my care ; Nor that alone, but all the works of war. How would the sons of Troy, in arms renown'd, And Troy's proud dames, whose garments sweep the ground, Attaint the lustre of my former name, Should Hector basely quit the fields of fame ? Pope, ^In the farther prosecution of this episode Hector pro- phesies his own death, and the destruction of Troy § to LETTER LII. 161 which he adds, that Andromache should be led captive into Argos, where, among other disgraceful offices, which he particularly enumerates, she should be employed, he tells her, in the servile task of drawing water. The dif- ferent manner in which this last circumstance is express- ed by our two English poets, will afford the strongest instance, how much additional force the same thought will receive from a more graceful turn of phrase : Or from deep wells the living stream to take, And on thy weary shoulders bring it back. Dryden. or bring The weight of waters from Hyperia's spring. Pope, It is in certain peculiar turns of diction that the language of poetry is principally distinguished from that of prose, as indeed the same words are, in general, common to them both. It is in a turn of this kind, that the beauty of the last quoted line consists. For the whole grace of the expression would vanish, if, instead of the two substan- tives which are placed at the beginning 01 the verse, the poet had employed the more common syntax of a sub- stantive with its adjective. When this faithful pair have taken their final adieu of each other, Hector returns to the field of battle, at the same time that the disconsolate Andromache joins her maidens in the palace. Homer describes this circura-* stance in the following tender manner : Q$ cL^ct •ZicowcrcLs xopvb'' sikzro g l7r7rovptv' ctKo^og evt outa. vj. 494. 14* 162 LETTER LIL I will make no remarks upon the different success of our two celebrated poets in translating: this passage ; but, after having laid both before you, leave their versions to speak for themselves. The truth is, the disparity between them is much too visible to require any comment to render it more observable : At this, for new replies he did not stay, But lac'd his crested helm, and strode away. His lovely consort to her house retum'd, And looking often back, in silence mourn'd : Home when she came, her secret woe she vents, And fills the palace with her loud laments ; Those loud laments her echoing maids restore, And Hector, yet alive, as dead deplore. Dry den. Thus having said, the glorious chief resumes His tow'ry helmet, black with shading plumes. His princess parts with a prophetick sigh, Unwilling parts, and oft reverts her eye, That stream'd at ev'ry look : then moving slow, Sought her own palace, and indulged her woe. There, while her tears deplor'd the godlike man, Through all the train the soft infection ran ; The pious maids their mingled so:tow shed, And mourn the living Hector as the dead. Pope* As I purpose to follow Mr. Pope through those several parts of the Iliad, where any of our distinguished poets Jiave gone before him ; I must lead you on till we come to the speech of Sarpedon to Glaucus, in the Xllth book : EePgH TS, Jt£S£ <&±v VVV %$>1 A.UKICKTI (LIZTA ^COTOKriV 6SVTflt? TH xii. 310. This spirited speech has been translated by the famous author of Cooper's Hill : Above the rest why is our pomp and pow'r ? Our flocks, our herds, and our possessions more ? Why all the tributes land and sea afford, Heap'd in great chargers, load our sumptuous board ? Our cheerful guests carouse the sparkling tears Of the rich grape, whilst musick charms their ears. Why, as we pass, do those on Xanthus' shore As gods behold us, and as gods adore ? But that, as well in danger as degree, We stand the first : that when our Lycians see Our brave examples, they admiring say, Behold our gallant leaders I these are they Deserve their greatness ; and unenvied stand, Since what they act transcends what they command. Could the declining of this fate, oh ! friend, Our date to immortality extend, Or if death sought not them who seek not death, Would I advance, or should my vainer breath With such a glorious folly thee inspire ? But since with fortune nature doth conspire ; Since age, disease, or some less noble end, Though not less certain, does our days attend ; Since 'tis decreed, and to this period led A thousand ways, the noblest path we'll tread ; And bravely on, till they, or we, or all, A common sacrifice to honour fall. Denham. Mr. Pope passes so high an encomium on these lines, as to assure us, that, if his translation of the same passage 164 LETTER LII. has any spirit, it is in some degree due to them. It is certain they hare great merit, considering the state of our English versification when Denham flourished : but they will by no means support Mr. Pope's compliment, any more than they will bear to stand in competition with his numbers. And I dare say, you will join with me in the same opinion, when you consider the following ver- sion of this animated speech : "Why boast we, Glaucus, our extended reign, Where Xanthus' streams enrieh the Lycian plain ? Our num'rous herds, that range the fruitful field, And hills where vines their purple harvest yield ? Our foaming bowls with purer nectar crown'd, Our feasts enhanc'd with musick's sprightly sound^? Why on these shores are we with joy survey'd, Admir'd as heroes, and as gods obey'd ? Unless great acts supeiiour merit prove, And vindicate the bounteous powers above ; That when, with wond'ring eyes, our martial bands Behold our deeds transcending our commands, Such, they may cry, deserve the sov'reign state, Whom those that envy dare not imitate. Could all our care elude the gloomy grave, Which claims no less the fearful than the brave, For lust of fame I should not vainly dare in fighting fields, nor urge thy soul to war. But since, alas I ignoble age must come, Disease, and death's inexorable doom ; The life which others pay, let us bestow, And give to fame what we to nature owe ; Brave though we fall, and honour'd if we live, Or let us glory gain, or glory give. Pope, If any thing can be justly objected to this translation, it is, perhaps, that in one or two places it is too diffused and descriptive for that agitation in which it was spoken. In general, however, one may venture to assert, that it is warmed with the same ardour of poetry and heroism that glows in the original : as those several thoughts, which LETTER LII. 165 Mr. Pope has intermixed of his own, naturally arise out of the sentiments of his author, and are perfectly con- formable to the character and circumstances of the speaker. I shall close this review with Mr. Congreve, who has translated the petition of Priam to Achilles for the body of his son Hector, together with the lamentations of An- dromache, Hecuba, and Helen. Homer represents the unfortunate king of Troy, as en- tering unobserved into the tent of Achilles : and illus* trates the surprise which arose in that chief and his attendants, upon the first discovery of Priam, by the fol- lowing simile : £U T ibpilV&OVi &TI