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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.
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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
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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 :
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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 ;
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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.
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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
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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 .'
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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.
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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-
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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
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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."
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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
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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&-
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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,
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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-
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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.
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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