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            A
            DEFENCE
            OF THE
            ROCKINGHAM PARTY,
            IN THEIR LATE
            COALITION
            WITH
            THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
            FREDERIC LORD NORTH.
         
         
            LONDON:
            Printed for J. STOCKDALE, opposite Burlington House,
            Piccadilly. 1783.
            [Price One Shilling and Sixpence.]
            Entered at Stationers Hall. 
         
               A
               DEFENCE
               OF  THE
               ROCKINGHAM PARTY,
               &c. &c. &c.
                
         
                   *       *       *       *       *
          
         
            The present reign will certainly appear
            to our posterity full of the noblest
            materials for history. Many circumstances
            seem to have pointed it out as
            a very critical period. The general diffusion
            of science has, in some degree,
            enlightened the minds of all men; and
            has cleared such, as have any influence
            upon the progress of manners and society,
            from a thousand unworthy pre-possessions.
            The dissipation and luxury
            that reign uncontrouled have spread effiminacy
            and irresolution every where.—The
            grand defection of the United States
            of America from the mother country, is
            one of the most interesting events, that
            has engaged the attention of Europe for
            centuries. And the number of extraordinary
            geniuses that have distinguished
            themselves in the political world, gives
            a dignity to the scene. They pour a
            lustre over the darkest parts of the story,
            and bestow a beauty upon the tragedy,
            that it could not otherwise have possessed.
          
         
            At a time like this, when the attention
            of mankind has been kept alive by a
            series of the most important events, we
            cease to admire at things which would
            otherwise appear uncommon, and wonders
            almost lose their name. Even now,
            however, when men were almost grown
            callous to novelty, and the youngest of us
            had, like Cato in the play, lived long
            enough to be "surprised at nothing," a
            matter has occurred which few expected,
            and to which, for that reason, men of no
            great strength of mind, of no nerve of
            political feeling, scarcely know how to
            reconcile themselves. I refer to the
            coalition between the friends of the late
            marquis of Rockingham and the noble
            commoner in the blue ribbon.
          
         
            The manner of blaming this action is
            palpable and easy. The censure is chiefly
            directed against that wonderful man,
            whom, at least in their hearts, his countrymen,
            I believe, have agreed to regard
            as the person of brightest genius, and
            most extensive capacity, that now adorns
            the British senate. Has not this person,
            we are asked, for years attacked the noble
            lord in the most unqualified manner?
            Is there any aspersion, any insinuation,
            that he has not thrown out upon his character?
            Has he not represented him as
            the weakest man, and the worst minister,
            to whom the direction of affairs was ever
            committed? Has he not imputed to his
            prerogative principles, and his palpable
            misconduct, the whole catalogue of our
            misfortunes? If such men as these are to
            unite for the detested purposes of ambition,
            what security can we have for any
            thing valuable, that yet remains to us?
            Is not this the very utmost reach of frontless
            profligacy? What dependence after
            this is to be placed in the man, who has
            thus given the lie to all his professions,
            and impudently flown in the face of that
            honest and unsuspecting virtue, which had
            hitherto given him credit for the rectitude
            of his intentions?
          
         
            I do not mean for the present to enter
            into a direct answer to these several observations.
            I leave it to others, to rest
            the weight of their cause upon sounding
            exclamations and pompous interogatories.
            For myself, I am firmly persuaded, that
            the oftner the late conduct of the Rockingham
            connexion is summoned to the
            bar of fair reason, the more cooly it is
            considered, and the less the examiner is
            led away by the particular prejudices of
            this side or of that, the more commendable
            it will appear. We do not fear the light.
            We do not shun the scrutiny. We are
            under no apprehensions for the consequences.
          
         
            I will rest my argument upon the regular
            proof of these three propositions.
          
         
            First—That the Rockingham connexion,
            was the only connexion by which
            the country could be well served.
          
         
            Secondly—That they were not by
            themselves of sufficient strength to support
            the weight of administration.
          
         
            Thirdly—That they were not the men
            whose services were the most likely to be
            called for by the sovereign, in the present
            crisis.
          
         
            First—I am to prove, that the country
            could not be well served but by the
            Rockingham connexion.
          
         
            There are three points principally concerned
            in the constituting a good administration;
            liberal principles, respectable
            abilities, and incorruptible integrity.—Let
            us examine with a view to these, the
            other four parties in the British government.
            The connexion of the earl of
            Shelburne, that of lord North, the Bedford
            party, and the Scottish. In reviewing
            these, it is necessary that I should
            employ a manly freedom, though, at
            the same time, I should be much unwilling
            to do a partial injustice to any of
            them.
          
         
            It is true, there is some difference between
            the language of the same men in
            office, and out of office. The Bedford
            connexion, however, have never been
            conceived to bear an over favourable
            aspect to the cause of liberty. They are
            the avowed enemies of innovation and
            reform.
          
         
            The Scottish party are pretty much
            confounded with the set of men that are
            called, by way of distinction, the king's
            friends. The design of these men has
            been to exalt regal power and prerogative
            upon the ruins of aristocracy, and
            the neck of the people. Arguments, and
            those by no means of a frivolous description,
            have been brought to prove, that
            a most subtle and deep-laid scheme was
            formed by them, in the beginning of the
            reign, to subserve this odious purpose.
            It has been supposed to have been pursued
            with the most inflexible constancy,
            and, like a skiff, when it sails along the
            meandering course of a river, finally to
            have turned to account the most untoward
            gales.
          
         
            Lord North, whatever we may suppose
            to have been his intrinsic abilities, stands
            forward, as, perhaps, the most unfortunate
            minister, that this country ever
            produced. Misfortune overtook him in
            the assertion of the highest monarchical
            principles. In spite of misfortune, he
            adherred inflexibly to that assertion. In
            the most critical situations he remained
            in a state of hesitation and uncertainty,
            till the tide, that "taken at the flood,
            led up to fortune," was lost. His versatility,
            and the undisguised attachment,
            that he manifested to emolument and
            power, were surely unworthy of the stake
            that was entrusted to him.
          
         
            In what I have now said, I do not
            much fear to be contradicted. It was
            not with a view to such as are attached
            to any of these parties, that I have taken
            up the pen. Those who come under this
            description, are almost universally the advocates
            of monarchy, and think that they
            have nothing to regret, but that power
            and police are not established upon a
            more uncontrolable footing among us.
            To such persons I do not address myself.
            I know of nothing that the friends of
            lord Rockingham have to offer that can
            be of any weight with them; and, for
            my own part, I should blush to say a
            word, that should tend to conciliate their
            approbation to a system, in which my
            heart was interested. The men I wish
            chiefly to have in view, are those that
            are personally attached to the earl of
            Shelburne; such as stand aloof from all
            parties, and are inclined to have but an
            indifferent opinion of any; and such as
            have adhered to the connexion I have
            undertaken to defend, but whose approbation
            has been somewhat cooled by
            their late conduct. The two last in particular,
            I consider as least under the power
            of prejudice, and most free to the influence
            of rational conviction.
          
         
            The friends of freedom have, I believe,
            in no instance hesitated, but between the
            Rockingham connexion, and the earl of
            Shelburne. It is these two then that it
            remains for me to examine. Lord Shelburne
            had the misfortune of coming very
            early upon the public stage. At that time
            he connected himself with the earl of
            Bute, and entered with warmth into the
            opposition to Mr. secretary Pitt. In
            this system of conduct, however, he did
            not long persist; he speedily broke with
            the favourite, and soon after joined the
            celebrated hero, that had lately been the
            object of his attack. By this person he
            was introduced to a considerable post
            in administration. In office, he is
            chiefly remembered by the very decisive
            stile of authority and censure he employed,
            in a public letter, relative to the
            resistance that was made to the act of
            1767, for imposing certain duties in America.
            From his resignation with lord
            Chatham, he uniformly and strenuously
            opposed the measures that were adopted
            for crushing that resistance. He persevered,
            with much apparent constancy, in
            one line of conduct for near ten years, and
            this is certainly the most plausible period
            of his story. He first called forth the
            suspicions of generous and liberal men in
            every rank of society, by his resolute opposition
            to the American independency in
            1778. But it was in the administration,
            that seemed to have been formed under so
            favourable auspices in the spring of 1782,
            that he came most forward to general
            examination.
          
         
            The Rockingham connexion, in conformity
            to what were then supposed to be
            the wishes of the people, united, though
            not without some hesitation, with the
            noble earl and his adherents, in the conduct
            of public affairs. And how did he
            reward their confidence? He was careful
            to retain the question respecting his real
            sentiments upon the business of America,
            in as much obscurity as ever. He wrote
            officially a letter to sir Guy Carleton,
            which has never seen the light, by which
            that officer was induced to declare the
            American independency already irreversibly
            recognised by the court of London;
            by which he appears to have deceived
            all his brother ministers without
            exception; and by which Mr. Fox in
            particular, was induced to make the same
            declaration with general Carleton to foreign
            courts, and to come forward in the
            commons peremptorily to affirm, that
            there was not a second opinion in the
            cabinet, upon this interesting subject.
            How must a man of his undisguised and
            manly character have felt, when, within
            a week from this time, he found the noble
            earl declaring that nothing had ever been
            further from his thoughts, than an unconditional
            recognition; and successfully
            exerting himself to bring over a majority
            in the cabinet to the opposite sentiment?
            Lord Shelburne's obtaining, or accepting,
            call it which you will, of the office of
            first lord of the treasury, upon the demise
            of lord Rockingham, without the
            privity of his fellow Ministers, was contrary
            to every maxim of ingenuous conduct,
            and every principle upon which an
            association of parties can be supported.
            The declaration he made, and which was
            contradicted both by his own friends in
            the cabinet, and those of Mr. Fox, that
            he knew of no reason in God's earth for
            that gentleman's resignation, but that of
            his having succeeded to the office of
            premier, was surely sufficiently singular.
          
         
            But he is celebrated for being a man
            of large professions, and by these professions
            he has induced some persons in
            different classes in society, to esteem him
            the friend of liberty and renovation.
            What he has held out, however, upon
            these heads, has not been entirely confident.
            He has appeared the enthusiastical
            partizan of the aristocracy, a
            kind of government, which, carried to its
            height, is perhaps, of all the different
            species of despotism, the most intolerable.
            He has talked in a very particular stile of
            his fears of reducing the regal power to
            a shadow, of his desire that the extension
            of prerogative should keep pace with
            the confirmation of popular rights, and
            his resolution, that, if it were in his power
            to prevent it, a king of England should
            never be brought to a level with a king
            of Mahrattas. The true sons of freedom
            will not certainly be very apprehensive
            upon this score, and will leave it to the
            numbers that will ever remain the adherents
            of monarchical power, to guard
            the barriers of the throne. In opposition,
            his declarations in favour of parliamentary
            reform seemed indeed very decisive.
            In administration, he was particularly
            careful to explain away these
            declarations, and to assure the people that
            he would never employ any influence in
            support of the measure, but would only
            countenance it so far as it appeared to be
            the sense of parliament. In other words,
            that he would remain neutral, or at most
            only honour the subject with an eloquent
            harangue, and interest himself no further
            respecting it.
          
         
            But let us proceed from his language to
            his conduct in office. Almost every salutary
            measure of administration, from the
            resignation of lord North downward,
            was brought about during the union of
            the noble earl with the Rockingham
            connexion. What inference are we to
            draw from this?—That administration,
            as auspicious as it was transitory, has
            never been charged with more than one
            error. They were thought too liberal in
            the distribution of two or three sinecures
            and pensions. To whom were they
            distributed? Uniformly, exclusively, to
            the friends of lord Shelburne. Lord
            Shelburne proposed them to his august
            colleague, and the marquis, whose faults,
            if he had any, were an excess of mildness,
            and an unsuspecting simplicity, perhaps
            too readily complied. But let it be remembered,
            that not one of his friends
            accepted, or to not one of his friends were
            these emoluments extended. But, if
            the noble marquis were sparing in the
            distribution of pensions, the deficiency
            was abundantly supplied by his successor.
            While the interests of the people were
            neglected and forgotten, the attention of
            the premier was in a considerable degree
            engrossed by the petty arrangements of
            office. For one man a certain department
            of business was marked out; the place had
            been previously filled by another. Here
            the first person was at all events to be
            promoted; and the second gratified with
            a pension. Thus, in the minute detail
            of employment, in adjusting the indeclinables
            of a court calendar, to detach
            a commis from this department, and to fix
            a clerk in that, burthen after burthen
            has been heaped upon the shoulders of a
            callous and lethargic people.—But no
            man can say, that the earl of Shelburne
            has been idle. Beside all this, he has
            restored peace to his country. His merits
            in this business, have already been
            sufficiently agitated. To examine them
            afresh would lead me too far from the
            scope of my subject. I will not therefore
            now detain myself either to exculpate or
            criminate the minister, to whom, whatever
            they are, they are principally to be
            ascribed.
          
         
            From the considerations already suggested,
            I am afraid thus much may be
            fairly inferred, that the earl of Shelburne
            is a man, dark, insidious and inexplicit
            in his designs; no decided friend
            of the privileges of the people; and in
            both respects a person very improper to
            conduct the affairs of this country. I
            would hope however, that the celebrated
            character given of him by the late lord
            Holland was somewhat too severe. "I
            have met with many, who by perseverance
            and labour have made themselves
            Jesuits; it is peculiar to this man
            to have been born one."
          
         
            Such then is the estimate we are compelled
            to form of a man who in his professions
            has sometimes gone as far, as
            the most zealous votaries of liberty. And
            what is the inference we shall draw from
            this? Shall we, for the sake of one man
            so specious and plausible, learn to think
            the language of all men equally empty
            and deceitful? Having once been betrayed,
            shall we avoid all future risk, by
            treating every pretender to patriotism and
            public spirit, as a knave and an impostor?
            This indeed is a conclusion to which
            the unprincipled and the vicious are ever
            propense. They judge of their fellows
            by themselves, and from the depravity
            of their own hearts are willing to infer,
            that every honesty has its price. But
            the very motive that inclines the depraved
            to such a mode of reasoning, must, upon
            the very same account, deter the man of
            virtue from adopting it. Virtue is originally
            ever simple and unsuspecting.
            Conscious to its own rectitude, and the
            integrity of its professions, it naturally
            expects the same species of conduct from
            others. By every disappointment of this
            kind, it is mortified and humbled. Long,
            very long must it have been baffled, and
            countless must have been its mortifications,
            ere it can be induced to adopt a
            principle of general mistrust. And that
            such a principle should have so large a
            spread among persons, whose honesty,
            candour forbids us to suspect, is surely,
            of all the paradoxe upon the face of the
            earth, incomparably the greatest.—The
            man of virtue then will be willing, before
            he gives up all our political connexions
            without distinction, to go along
            with me to the review of the only one
            that yet remains to be examined, that of
            the late marquis of Rockingham.
          
         
            Too much perhaps cannot be said in
            their praise. They have nearly engrossed
            the confidence of every friend of liberty.
            They are the only men, whose principles
            were never darkened with the cloud of suspicion.
            What, let me ask, has been their
            uniform conduct during the whole course
            of the reign? They have been ever steady
            in their opposition, to whatever bore an
            ill aspect to the cause of freedom, and
            to the whole train of those political
            measures, that have terminated in calamity
            and ruin. They have been twice
            in administration. Prosperity and power
            are usually circumstances that prove the
            severest virtue. While in power how
            then did this party conduct themselves?
          
         
            Of their first administration the principal
            measure was the stamp act. A law that
            restored tranquility to a distracted empire.
            A law, to which, if succeeding administrations
            had universally adhered, we had
            been at this moment, the exclusive allies
            and patrons of the whole continent of
            North America. A law, that they carried
            in opposition to the all-dreaded Mr.
            Pitt, on the one hand, and on the other,
            against the inclination of those secret directors,
            from whose hands they receive
            their delegated power. They repealed
            the excise upon cyder. They abolished
            general warrants. And after having
            been the authors of these and a thousand
            other benefits in the midst of storms and
            danger; they quitted their places with a
            disinterestedness, that no other set of
            men have imitated. They secured neither
            place, pension, nor reversion to themselves,
            or any of their adherents.
          
         
            Their second administration was indeed
            very short. But it was crowded
            with the most salutary measures. The
            granting a full relief to Ireland. The
            passing several most important bills of
            oeconomy and reformation. The passing
            the contractors bill. The carrying
            into effect that most valuable measure,
            the abolishing the vote of custom-house
            officers in the election of members of
            parliament. And lastly, the attempt to
            atchieve, that most important of all objects,
            the establishment of an equal representation.
            What might not have been
            expected from their longer continuance
            in office?
          
         
            But I will not confine myself to the
            consideration of their conduct as a body.
            The characters of the individuals of which
            they are composed, will still further illustrate
            their true principles, and furnish a
            strong additional recommendation of them,
            to every friend of virtue and of liberty.
            That I may not overcharge this part of
            my subject, I will only mention two or
            three of their most distinguished leaders.
          
         
            The character of the present chancellor
            of the exchequer is entirely an unique.
            Though mixing in all the busy scenes of
            life, though occupying for many years a
            principal place in the political affairs of
            this country, he has kept himself unspotted
               from the world.—The word of the elder
            Cato was esteemed so sacred with the Romans,
            that it became a proverb among
            them respecting things, so improbable,
            that their truth could not be established
            even by the highest authority, "I would
            not believe it, though it were told me
            by Cato." And in an age much more
            dissipated than that of Cato, the integrity
            and honour of the noble lord I
            have mentioned, has become equally proverbial.
            Not bonds, nor deeds, nor all
            the shackles of law, are half so much
            to be depended upon as is his lightest
            word. He is deaf to all the prejudices of
            blood or private friendship, and has no
            feelings but for his country.
          
         
            Of the duke of Portland, I can say
            the less, as not having had an opportunity
            of knowing much respecting him.
            His candour and his honour have never
            been questioned. And I remember, in
            the debate upon the celebrated secession
            of the Rockingham party, upon the death
            of their leader, to have heard his abilities
            particularly vouched in very strong
            terms, by Mr. chancellor Pitt, and the
            present lord Sidney. The latter in particular,
            though one of my lord Shelburne's
            secretaries of state, fairly avowed
            in so many words, that he should have been
            better satisfied with the appointment of
            his grace, to the office he now holds,
            than he was, with the noble lord, under
            whom he acted.
          
         
            The character of lord Keppel, with
            persons not attached to any party, has
            usually been that of a man of much honesty
            and simplicity, without any remarkable
            abilities. It is a little extraordinary
            however, that, though forced
            by a combination of unfavourable circumstances
            into a public speaker, he is yet,
            even in that line, very far from contempt.
            His speeches are manly, regular, and to
            the purpose. His defence upon his trial
            at Portsmouth, in which he must naturally
            be supposed to have had at least a
            principal share, has, in my opinion,
            much beauty of composition. The adversaries
            of this party, though unwilling
            to admit that the navy was so much improved
            under his auspices as was asserted,
            have yet, I believe, universally acknowledged
            his particular activity and diligence.
          
         
            But I come to the great beast of his
            own party, and the principal object of
            attack to their enemies, the celebrated
            Mr. Fox. Men of formality and sanctity
            have complained of him as dissipated.
            They do not pretend however to aggravate
            their accusation, by laying to his
            charge any of the greater vices. His contempt
            of money, and his unbounded generosity,
            are universally confessed. Let
            such then know, that dissipation, so qualified,
            is a very slight accusation against
            a public man, if indeed it deserves a serious
            consideration. In all expansive
            minds, in minds formed for an extensive
            stage, to embrace the welfare and the interest
            of nations, there is a certain incessant
            activity, a principle that must be
            employed. Debar them from their proper
            field, and it will most inevitably run
            out into excesses, which perhaps had
            better have been avoided. But do these
            excrescences, which only proceed from the
            richness and fertility of the soil, disqualify
            a man for public business? Far,
            very far from it. Where ever was there
            a man, who pushed dissipation and debauchery
            to a greater length, than my
            lord Bolingbroke? And yet it is perhaps
            difficult to say, whether there ever
            existed a more industrious, or an abler
            minister. The peace of Utrecht, concluded
            amidst a thousand difficulties,
            from our allies abroad, and our parties,
            that were never so much exasperated
            against each other at home; must ever
            remain the monument of his glory. His
            opposition to sir Robert Walpole seems
            evidently to have been founded upon the
            most generous principles. And though
            the warmth and ebullition of his passions
            evermore broke in upon his happiest attempts,
            yet were his exertions in both instances
            attended with the most salutary
            consequences. But Mr. Fox appears to
            me to possess all the excellencies, without
            any of the defects of lord Bolingbroke.
            His passions have, I believe,
            never been suspected of having embroiled
            the affairs of his party, and he has uniformly
            retained the confidence of them
            all. His friendships have been solid and
            unshaken. His conduct cool and intrepid.
            The littleness of jealousy never
            discoloured a conception of his heart.
            In office he was more constant and indefatigable,
            than lord Bolingbroke himself.
            All his lesser pursuits seemed annihilated,
            and he was swallowed up in
            the direction of public affairs.
          
         
            He has been accused of ambition.
            Ambition is a very ambiguous term. In
            its lowest sense, it sinks the meanest, and
            degrades the dirtiest of our race. In its
            highest, I cannot agree with those who
            stile it the defect of noble minds. I
            esteem it worthy of the loudest commendation,
            and the most assiduous culture.
            Mr. Fox's is certainly not an ambition
            of emolument. Nobody dreams
            it. It is not an ambition, that can be
            gratified by the distribution of places and
            pensions. This is a passion, that can
            only dwell in the weakest and most imbecil
            minds. Its necessary concomitants,
            are official inattention and oscitancy.
            No. The ambition of this hero is a generous
            thirst of fame, and a desire of possessing
            the opportunity of conferring the
            most lasting benefits upon his country.
            It is an instinct, that carries a man forward
            into the field of fitness, and of
            God.
          
         
            The vulgar, incapable of comprehending
            these exalted passions, are apt upon
            the slightest occasions to suspect, that
            this heroical language is only held out
            to them for a lure, and that the most
            illustrious characters among us are really
            governed by passions, equally incident to
            the meanest of mankind.  Let such examine
            the features and the manners of
            Mr. Fox.  Was that man made for a
            Jesuit? Is he capable of the dirty, laborious,
            insidious tricks of a hypocrite?
            Is there not a certain manliness about
            him, that disdains to mislead? Are not
            candour and sincerity, bluntness of manner,
            and an unstudied air, conspicuous in
            all he does?—I know not how far the
            argument may go with others, with me,
            I confess, it has much weight. I believe
            a man of sterling genius, incapable of the
            littlenesses and meannesses, incident to the
            vulgar courtier. What are the principal
            characteristics of genius? Are they not
            large views, infinite conceptions, a certain
            manliness and intrepidity of thinking?
            But all real and serious vice originates
            in selfish views, narrow conceptions,
            and intellectual cowardice. A man
            of genius may possibly be thoughtless,
            dissipated and unstudied; but he cannot
            avoid being constant, generous, and sincere.
            The union of first rate abilities
            with malignity, avarice, and envy, seems
            to me very nearly as incredible a phenomenon,
            as a mermaid, a unicorn, or a
            phoenix.
          
         
            I cannot overcome the propensity I feel
            to add Mr. Burke to this illustrious catalogue,
            though the name of this gentleman
            leads me out of the circle of the
            cabinet. Mr. Burke raised himself from
            an obscure situation, by the greatness of
            his abilities, and his unrivalled genius.
            Never was distinction more nobly earned.
            Of every species of literary composition
            he is equally a master. He excels alike in
            the most abstruse metaphysical disquisition,
            and in the warmest and most spirited
            painting. His rhetoric is at once ornamented
            and sublime. His satire is polished
            and severe. His wit is truly Attic.
            Luxuriant in the extreme, his allusions
            are always striking, and always happy.
            But to enumerate his talents, is to tell
            but half his praise. The application he
            has made of them is infinitely more to his
            honour. He has devoted himself for his
            country. The driest and most laborious
            investigations have not deterred him.
            Among a thousand other articles, that
            might be mentioned, his system of oeconomical
            reform must for ever stand forth,
            alike the monument of his abilities, and
            his patriotism. His personal character is
            of the most amiable kind. Humanity and
            benevolence are strongly painted in his
            countenance. His transactions with lord
            Rockingham were in the highest degree
            honourable to him. And the more they
            are investigated, and the better they are
            understood, the more disinterestedness of
            virtue, and generous singularity of thinking,
            will be found to have been exhibited
            on both sides.
          
         
            It is necessary perhaps, that I should say
            a word respecting the aristocratical principles
            of this gentleman, by which he is
            distinguished from the rest of his party.
            To these principles I profess myself an
            enemy. I am sorry they should be entertained
            by a person, for whom, in every
            other respect, I feel the highest veneration.
            But the views of that man must be
            truly narrow, who will give up the character
            of another, the moment he differs
            from him in any of his principles. I am
            sure Mr. Burke is perfectly sincere in his
            persuasion. And I hope I have long since
            learned not to question the integrity of
            any man, upon account of his tenets,
            whether in religion or politics, be they
            what they may. I rejoice however, that
            this gentleman has connected himself with
            a set of men, by the rectitude of whose
            views, I trust, the ill tendency of any such
            involuntary error will be effectually counteracted.
            In the mean time this deviation
            of Mr. Burke from the general principles
            of his connexion, has given occasion
            to some to impute aristocratical views
            to the whole party. The best answer to
            this, is, that the parliamentary reform was
            expressly stipulated by lord Rockingham,
            in his coalition with the earl of Shelburne,
            as one of the principles, upon
            which the Administration of March,
            1782, was formed.
          
         
            From what has been said, I consider
            my first proposition as completely established,
            that the Rockingham party was
            the only connexion of men, by which
            the country could be well served.
          
         
            I would however just observe one thing
            by the way. I forsee that my first proposition
            lies open to a superficial and
            childish kind of ridicule. But in order
            to its operation, it is not necessary to say,
            that the friends of lord Rockingham
            were persuaded, that the country could
            not be well served, but by themselves.
            In reality, this is the proper and philosophical
            state of it: that each individual
            of that connexion was persuaded, that the
            country could not be well served but by
            his friends. And I trust, it has now appeared,
            that this was a just and rational
            persuasion.
          
         
            The next argument adduced in conformation
            of my thesis, is, that they
            were not by themselves of sufficient
            strength, to support the weight of administration.
            It is certainly a melancholy
            consideration, that there should not
            be virtue enough left in a people to
            support an administration of honest views
            and uniform principles, against all the
            cabals of faction. This however, is incontrovertibly
            the case with Britain.
            The bulk of her inhabitants are become,
            in a very high degree, inattentive, and
            indifferent to the conduct of her political
            affairs. This has been, at one time,
            ascribed to their despair of the commonwealth,
            and their mortification in
            perceiving a certain course of mal-administration
            persisted in, in defiance of the
            known sense of the country. At another
            time, it has been imputed to their experience
            of the hollowness of all our public
            pretenders to patriotism. I am afraid,
            the cause is to be sought in something,
            more uniform in it's operation, and less
            honourable to the lower ranks of society,
            than either of these. In a word, luxury
            and dissipation have every where loosened
            the bands of political union. The interest
            of the public has been forgotten by
            all men; and we have been taught to
            laugh at the principles, by which the
            patriots of former ages were induced, to
            sacrifice their fortunes and their lives for
            the welfare of their citizens. Provided
            the cup of enjoyment be not dashed from
            our own lips, and the pillow of sloth
            torn away from our own heads, we do
            not ask, what shall be the fate of our liberties,
            our posterity, and our country.
            Disinterested affection seems to have taken
            up her last refuge in a few choice spirits,
            and elevated minds, who appear among
            us, like the inhabitants of another world.
            In the mean time, while the lower people
            have been careful for none of these things,
            they have been almost constantly decided
            in the senate, not by a view to their intrinsic
            merits, but in conformity to the
            jarring interests, and the inexplicable cabals
            of faction. In such a situation, alas!
            what can unprotected virtue do? Destitute
            of all that comeliness that allures;
            stripped of that influence that gives
            weight and consideration; and unskilled
            in the acts of intrigue?
          
         
            In conformity to these ideas, when the
            choice of an administration was once
            again thrown back upon the people, in
            March, 1782, we perceive, that no one
            party found themselves sufficiently strong
            for the support of government; and a
            coalition became necessary between the
            Rockingham connexion, and a person
            they never cordially approved, the earl of
            Shelburne. Even thus supported, and
            called to the helm, with perhaps as much
            popularity, as any administration ever enjoyed,
            they did not carry their measure
            in parliament without difficulty. The
            inconsiderate and interested did even
            think proper to ridicule their imbecility;
            particularly in the house of lords. The
            most unsuspected of all our patriots, Mr.
            Burke, was reduced to the necessity of
            so far contracting his system of reform
            upon this account, as to have afforded a
            handle to superficial raillery and abuse.
          
         
            But turn we to the administration that
            succeeded them; who still retained some
            pretensions to public spirit; and among
            whom there remained several individuals,
            whose claim to political integrity was indisputably.
            Weaker than the ministry of
            lord Rockingham, to what shifts were
            they not reduced to preserve their precarious
            power? These are the men, who
            have been loudest in their censures of the
            late coalition. And yet did not they form
            coalitions, equally extraordinary with that
            which is now under consideration? To
            omit the noble lord who presided at the
            treasury board, and to confine myself to
            those instances, which Mr. Fox had occasion
            to mention in treating my subject.
            Was there not the late chancellor of the
            exchequer, who has been severest in his
            censures of lord North, and the lord advocate
            of Scotland, who was his principal
            supporter, and was for pushing the American
            measures, even to greater lengths,
            than the noble patron himself? Was there
            not the master general of the ordnance,
            who has ever gone farthest in his view of
            political reform, and declaimed most
            warmly against secret influence; and the
            lord chancellor, the most determined
            enemy of reform, and who has been supposed
            the principal vehicle of that influence?
            Lastly, was there not, in the same
            manner, the secretary of state for the
            home department, who was most unwearied
            in his invectives against lord
            Bute; and the right honourable Mr. Jenkinson,
            who has been considered by the
            believers in the invisible power of that
            nobleman, as the chief instrument of his
            designs.
          
         
            With these examples of the necessity
            of powerful support and extensive combination,
            what mode of conduct was it,
            that it was most natural, most virtuous,
            and most wise, for the Rockingham connexion
            to adopt? I confess, I can perceive
            none more obvious, or more just,
            than that which they actually adopted, a
            junction with the noble commoner in the
            blue ribbon. At least, from what has
            been said, I trust, thus much is evident
            beyond control, that they had just reason
            to consider themselves abstractedly, as too
            weak for the support of government.
          
         
            Still further to strengthen my argument,
            I affirm, in the third place, that
            they were not the men, whose services
            were likely to be called for by the Sovereign.
            I believe, that this proposition
            will not be thought to stand in need of
            any very abstruse train of reasoning to
            support it. The late events respecting it
            have been, instead of a thousand arguments.
            From an apprehension, probably,
            of the uncourtierliness of their temper,
            and their inflexible attachment to a
            system; it seems to appear by those
            events, that the sovereign had contracted
            a sort of backwardness to admit them into
            his councils, which it is to be hoped,
            was only temporary. It was however
            such, as, without any other apparent
            cause to cooperate with it, alone sufficed
            to delay the forming an administration for
            six weeks, in a most delicate and critical
            juncture. Even the union of that noble
            person, who had been considered as his
            majesty's favourite minister, did not appear
            to be enough to subdue the averseness.
            However then we may hope, that
            untainted virtue and superior abilities,
            when more intimately known, may be
            found calculated to surmount prejudices
            and conciliate affection; it seems but too
            evident, that in the critical moment,
            those men, by whom alone we have endeavoured
            to prove, that the country
            could be well served, would not voluntarily
            have been thought on.
          
         
            But it does not seem to have been
            enough considered, at what time the
            coalition was made. The Rockingham
            connexion, along with thousands of their
            fellow citizens, who were unconnected
            with any party, were induced, from the
            purest views, to disapprove of the late
            treaty of peace. The voting with the
            friends of lord North upon that question,
            was a matter purely incidental. By that
            vote however, in which a majority of the
            commons house of parliament was included,
            the administration of lord Shelburne
            was dissolved. It was not till after
            the dissolution was really effected, that
            the coalition took place. In this situation
            something was necessary to be done.
            The nation was actually without a ministry.
            It was a crisis that did not admit
            of hesitation and delay. The country
            must, if a system of delay had been adopted,
            have immediately been thrown back
            into the hands of those men, from whom
            it had been so laboriously forced scarce
            twelve months before; or it must have
            been committed to the conduct of persons
            even less propitious to the cause of
            liberty, and the privileges of the people.
            A situation, like this, called for a firm
            and manly conduct. It was no longer a
            time to stoop to the yoke of prejudice.
            It was a time, to burst forth into untrodden
            paths; to lose sight of the hesitating
            and timid; and generously to adventure
            upon a step, that should rather have in
            view substantial service, than momentary
            applause; and should appeal from the
            short-sighted decision of systematic prudence,
            to the tribunal of facts, and the
            judgment of posterity.
          
         
            But why did I talk of the tribunal of
            facts? Events are not within the disposition
            of human power. "'Tis not in mortals
            to command success." And the characters
            of wisdom and virtue, are therefore
            very properly considered by all men, who
            pretend to sober reflection, as independent
            of it. If then, as I firmly believe,
            the coalition was founded in the wisest
            and most generous views, the man, that
            values himself upon his rational nature,
            will not wait for the event. He will
            immediately and peremptorily decide
            in its favour. Though it should be
            annihilated to-morrow; though it had
            been originally frustrated in its views,
            respecting the continuation of a ministry;
            he would not hesitate to pronounce, that
            it was formed in the most expansive and
            long-sighted policy, in the noblest and
            most prudent daring, in the warmest generosity,
            and the truest patriotism.
          
         
            But it will be said, a coalition of parties
            may indeed be allowed to be in many
            cases proper and wise; but a coalition between
            parties who have long treated each
            other with the extremest rancour, appears
            a species of conduct, abhorrent to the unadulterated
            judgment, and all the native
            prepossessions of mankind. It plucks away
            the very root of unsuspecting confidence,
            and can be productive of nothing, but
            anarchy and confusion.
          
         
            In answer to this argument, I will not
            cite the happy effects of the coalition between
            parties just as opposite, by which
            Mr. Pitt was introduced into office in the
            close of a former reign. Still less will I
            cite the coalition of the earl of Shelburne,
            with several leaders of the Bedford connexion,
            and others, whose principles were
            at least as inimical to the popular cause,
            and the parliamentary reform, as those of
            Lord North; and the known readiness of
            him and his friends to have formed a
            junction with the whole of that connexion.
            I need not even hint at the probability
            there exists, that the noble lord
            then in administration, would have been
            happy to have formed the very coalition
            himself, which he is willing we should
            so much reprobate in another. I need
            not mention the suspicions, that naturally
            suggested themselves upon the invincible
            silence of his party, respecting the mal-administration
            of lord North, for so long
            a time; and their bringing forward the
            singular charge of fifty unaccounted millions
            at the very moment that the coalition
            was completed. I should be sorry
            to have it supposed, that the connexion
            I am defending, ever took an example
            from the late premier, for one article of
            their conduct. And I think the mode of
            vindicating them, not from temporary
            examples, but from eternal reason, as it
            is in itself most striking and most honourable,
            so is it not a whit less easy and
            obvious.
          
         
            Let it be remembered then, in the first
            place, that there was no other connexion,
            sufficiently unquestionable in their
            sincerity, and of sufficient weight in the
            senate, with which to form a coalition.
            The Bedford party, had they even been
            willing to have taken this step in conjunction
            with the friends of lord Rockingham,
            were already stripped of some of
            their principal and ablest members, by
            the arts of lord Shelburne. Whether these
            ought to be considered in sound reason, as
            more or less obnoxious than lord North,
            I will not take upon me to determine.
            Certain I am, that the Scottish connexion
            were, of all others, the most suspicious
            in themselves, and the most odious to
            the people. The only choice then that
            remained, was that which was made. The
            only subject for deliberation, was, whether
            this choice were more or less laudable
            than, on the other hand, the deserting
            entirely the interests of their country,
            and leaving the vessel of the state to the
            mercy of the winds.
          
         
            Secondly, I would observe that the
            principal ground of dispute between lord
            North and his present colleagues in administration,
            was done away by the termination
            of the American war. An impeachment
            of the noble lord for his past
            errors was perfectly out of the question.
            No one was mad enough to expect it. A
            vein of public spirit, diffusing itself among
            all ranks of society, is the indispensible
            concomitant of impeachments and attainder.
            And such a temper, I apprehend,
            will not be suspected to be characteristic
            of the age in which we live. But
            were it otherwise, the Rockingham connexion
            certainly never stood in the way
            of an impeachment, had it been meditated.
            And, exclusive of this question, I
            know of no objection, that applies particular
            to the noble lord, in contradistinction
            to any of the other parties into which
            we are divided.
          
         
            But, in the third place, the terms upon
            which the coalition was made, form a most
            important article of consideration in
            estimating its merits. They are generally
            understood to have been these two; that
            the Rockingham connexion should at all
            times have a majority in the cabinet; and
            that lord North should be removed to
            that "hospital of incurables," as lord
            Chesterfield has stiled it, the house of
            lords. Surely these articles are the happiest
            that could have been conceived for
            preserving the power of administration, as
            much as may be, with the friends of the
            people. Places, merely of emolument and
            magnificence, must be bestowed somewhere.
            Where then can they be more
            properly lodged, than in the hands of
            those who are best able to support a liberal
            and virtuous administration?
          
         
            I beg leave to add once more, in the
            fourth place, that, whatever the demerits
            of lord North as a minister may be supposed
            to have been, he is perhaps, in a
            thousand other respects, the fittest man in
            the world to occupy the second place in
            a junction of this sort. The union of the
            Rockingham connexion with the earl of
            Shelburne last year, was, I will admit, less
            calculated to excite popular astonishment,
            and popular disapprobation, than the present.
            In the eye of cool reason and sober
            foresight, I am apt to believe, it was
            much less wise and commendable. Lord
            Shelburne, though he has been able to win
            over the good opinion of several, under the
            notion of his being a friend of liberty, is
            really, in many respects, stiffly aristocratical,
            or highly monarchical. Lord Shelburne
            is a man of insatiable ambition, and
            who pursues the ends of that ambition by
            ways the most complex and insidious.
            The creed of lord North, whatever it may
            be, upon general political questions, is
            consistent and intelligible. For my own
            part, I do not believe him to be ambitious.
            It is not possible, with his indolent and
            easy temper, that he should be very susceptible
            to so restless a passion. In the
            heroical sense of that word, he sits loose
            to fame. He is undoubtedly desirous, by
            all the methods that appear to him honourable
            and just, to enrich and elevate his
            family. He wishes to have it in his power
            to oblige and to serve his friends. But I
            am exceedingly mistaken, if he entered into
            the present alliance from views of authority
            and power. Upon the conditions I
            have mentioned, it was a scheme, congenial
            only to a man of a dark and plotting
            temper. But the temper of lord North is
            in the highest degree candid, open and
            undisguised. Easy at home upon every
            occasion, there is not a circle in the world
            to which his presence would not be an
            addition. It is calculated to inspire unconstraint
            and confidence into every breast.
            Simple and amiable is the just description
            of his character in every domestic
            relation; constant and unreserved in his
            connexions of friendship. The very versatility
            and pliableness, so loudly condemned
            in his former situation, is now
            an additional recommendation.  Is this
            the man, for whose intrigues and conspiracies
            we are bid to tremble?
          
         
            Another charge that has been urged
            against the coalition, is, that it was a step
            that dictated to the sovereign, and excluded
            all, but one particular set of men,
            from the national councils. The first
            part of this charge is somewhat delicate
            in its nature. I shall only say respecting
            it, that, if, as we have endeavoured to
            prove, there were but one connexion, by
            which the business of administration could
            be happily discharged, the friend of liberty,
            rejoicing in the auspicious event,
            will not be very inquisitive in respect to
            the etiquette, with which they were introduced
            into the government. In the
            mean time, far from intending an exclusion,
            they declared publicly, that they
            would be happy to receive into their body
            any man of known integrity and abilities,
            from whatever party he came. The declaration
            has never been contradicted.—Strangers
            to the remotest idea of proscription,
            they erected a fortress, where every
            virtue, and every excellence might find a
            place.
          
         
            The only remaining objection to the
            coalition that I know of, that it shocks
            established opinions, is not, I think, in
            itself, calculated to have much weight,
            and has, perhaps, been sufficiently animadverted
            upon, as we went along, in
            what has been already said. The proper
            question is, was it a necessary step? Was
            there any other way, by which the country
            could be redeemed? If a satisfactory
            answer has been furnished to these enquiries,
            the inevitable conclusion in my
            opinion is, that the more it mocked established
            opinions, and the more intellectual
            nerve it demanded, the more merit
            did it possess, and the louder applause is
            its due.
          
         
            I am not inclined to believe, that a majority
            of my countrymen, upon reflection,
            have disapproved this measure.  I am
            happy to perceive, that so much of that
            good sense and manly thinking in public
            questions, that has for ages been considered
            as the characteristic quality of Englishmen,
            is still left among us. There can
            be nothing more honourable than this.—By
            it our commonalty, though unable indeed
            to forestal the hero and the man of
            genius in his schemes, do yet, if I may
            be allowed the expression, tread upon his
            heels, and are prepared to follow him in
            all his views, and to glow with all his
            sentiments.
          
         
            Sensible however, that in the first blush
            of such a scheme, its enemies must necessarily
            find their advantage in entrenching
            themselves behind those prejudices,
            that could not be eradicated in a moment,
            I was willing to wait for the hour of
            calmness and deliberation. I resolved
            cooly to let the first gush of prepossession
            blow over, and the spring tide of censure
            exhaust itself. I believed, that such a
            cause demanded only a fair and candid
            hearing. I have endeavoured to discharge
            my part in obtaining for it such a hearing.
            And I must leave the rest to my
            readers.
          
         
            Among these there probably will be
            some, who, struck with the force of the arguments
            I have adduced on the one hand,
            and entangled in their favourite prejudices
            on the other, will remain in a kind of
            suspence; ashamed to retract their former
            opinions, but too honest to deny all
            weight and consideration to those I have
            defended. To these I have one word to
            say, and with that one word I will conclude.
            I will suppose you to confess, that
            appearances, exclusive of the controverted
            step, are in a thousand instances favourable
            to the new ministers. They have
            made the strongest professions, and the
            largest promises of attachment to the general
            cause. To professions and promises
            I do not wish you to trust. I should blush
            to revive the odious and exploded maxim,
            not men, but measures. If you cannot place
            some confidence in the present administration,
            I advise you, as honest men, to do every
            thing in your power to drive them from
            the helm. But you will hardly deny, that
            all their former conduct has afforded reasons
            for confidence. You are ready to admit,
            that, in no instance, but one, have
            they committed their characters. In that
            one instance, they have much to say for
            themselves, and it appears, at least, very
            possible, that they may have been acted
            in it, by virtuous and generous principles,
            even though we should suppose them
            mistaken. Remember then, that popularity
            and fame are the very nutriment of
            virtue. A thirst for fame is not a weakness.
            It is "the noble mind's distinguishing
            perfection." If then you would
            bind administration by tenfold ties to the
            cause of liberty, do not withdraw from
            them your approbation till they have
            forfeited it, by betraying, in one plain and
            palpable instance, the principles upon
            which they have formerly acted. I believe
            they need no new bonds, but are unchangeably
            fixed in the generous system,
            with which they commenced. But thus
            much is certain. If any thing can detach
            them from this glorious cause; if any thing
            can cool their ardour for the common
            weal, there is nothing that has half so
            great a tendency to effect this, as unmerited
            obloquy and disgrace.
          
         
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            INSTRUCTIONS
            TO A
            STATESMAN.
            HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO
            THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
            GEORGE EARL TEMPLE.
         
         
            M.DCC.LXXXIV.
          
         
            TO
            THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
            GEORGE EARL TEMPLE.
          
         
            MY LORD,
          
         
            The following papers fell into
            my hands by one of those
            unaccountable accidents, so frequent
            in human life, but which
            in the relation appear almost incredible.
            I will not however
            trouble your lordship with the
            story. If they be worthy of the
            press, it is of no great consequence
            to the public how they found their
            way thither. If they afford your
            lordship a moment's amusement,
            amidst the weightier cares incident
            to your rank and fortune, I have
            obtained my end.
          
         
            I have endeavoured in vain to
            investigate who was their author,
            and to whom they were addressed.
            It should seem, from the internal
            evidence of the composition, that
            they were written by a person, who
            was originally of a low rank or a
            menial station, but who was distinguished
            by his lord for those
            abilities and talents, he imagined
            he discovered in him. I have
            learned, by a kind of vague tradition,
            upon which I can place little
            dependence, that the noble pupil
            was the owner of a magnificent
            château not a hundred miles from
            your lordship's admired seat in
            the county of Buckingham.  It is
            said that this nobleman, amidst a
            thousand curiosities with which his
            gardens abounded, had the unaccountable
            whim of placing a kind
            of artificial hermit in one of its
            wildest and most solitary recesses.
            This hermit it seems was celebrated
            through the whole neighbourhood,
            for his ingenuity in the carving of
            tobacco-stoppers, and a variety of
            other accomplishments. Some of
            the peasants even mistook him for
            a conjuror. If I might be allowed
            in the conjectural licence of an
            editor, I should be inclined to
            ascribe the following composition
            to this celebrated and ingenious
            solitaire.
          
         
            Since however this valuable tract
            remains without an owner, I
            thought it could not be so properly
            addressed to any man as your
            lordship. I would not however
            be misunderstood. I do not imagine
            that the claim this performance
            has upon the public attention,
            consists in the value and excellence
            of it's precepts. On the contrary,
            I consider it as the darkest and
            most tremendous scheme for the
            establishment of despotism that
            ever was contrived. If the public
            enter into my sentiments upon the
            subject, they will consider it as
            effectually superseding Machiavel's
            celebrated treatise of The Prince,
            and exhibiting a more deep-laid
            and desperate system of tyranny.
            For my part, I esteem these great
            and destructive vices of so odious
            a nature, that they need only be exposed
            to the general view in order
            to the being scouted by all. And if,
            which indeed I cannot possibly
            believe, there has been any noble
            lord in this kingdom mean enough
            to have studied under such a preceptor,
            I would willingly shame
            him out of his principles, and hold
            up to him a glass, which shall convince
            him how worthy he is of
            universal contempt and abhorrence.
          
         
            The true reason, my lord, for
            which I have presumed to prefix
            your name to these sheets is, that the
            contrast between the precepts they
            contain, and the ingenuous and
            manly character that is universally
            attributed to your lordship, may
            place them more strongly in the
            light they deserve. And yet I
            doubt not there will be some readers
            perverse enough to imagine
            that you are the true object of the
            composition.  They will find out
            some of those ingenious coincidences,
            by which The Rape of the
            Lock, was converted into a political
            poem, and the Telemaque of
            the amiable Fenelon into a satire
            against the government under
            which he lived. I might easily
            appeal, against these treacherous
            commentators, to the knowledge
            of all men reflecting every corner
            of your lordship's gardens at Stowe.
            I might boldly defy any man to
            say, that they now contain, or
            ever did contain, one of these artificial
            hermits. But I will take up
            your lordship's defence upon a
            broader footing. I will demonstrate
            how contrary the character
            of your ancestors and your own
            have always been to the spirit and
            temper here inculcated. If this
            runs me a little into the beaten
            style of dedication, even the modesty
            of your lordship will excuse
            me, when I have so valuable a reason
            for adopting it.
          
         
            I shall confine myself, my lord,
            in the few thoughts I mean to
            suggest upon this head, to your two
            more immediate ancestors, men
            distinguished above the common
            rate, by their virtues or their abilities.
            Richard earl Temple, your
            lordship's immediate predecessor,
            as the representative of your illustrious
            house, will be long remembered
            by posterity under the very
            respectable title of the friend of the
            earl of Chatham. But though his
            friend, my lord, we well know
            that he did not implicitly follow
            the sentiments of a man, who was
            assuredly the first star in the political
            hemisphere, and whose talents
            would have excused, if any thing
            could have excused, an unsuspecting
            credulity. The character of
            lord Chatham was never, but in
            one instance, tarnished. He did
            not sufficiently dread the omnipotence
            of the favourite. He fondly
            imagined that before a character
            so brilliant, and success so imposing
            as his had been, no little system of
            favouritism could keep its ground.
            Twice, my lord, he was upon the
            brink of the precipice, and once
            he fell. When he trembled on
            the verge, who was it that held
            him back? It was Richard earl
            Temple. Twice he came, like
            his guardian angel, and snatched
            him from his fate. Lord Chatham
            indeed was formed to champ the
            bit, and spurn indignant at every
            restraint. He knew the superiority
            of his abilities, he recollected that
            he had twice submitted to the
            honest counsels of his friend, and
            he disdained to listen any longer to
            a coolness, that assimilated but ill
            to the adventurousness of his spirit;
            and to a hesitation, that wore in
            his apprehension the guise of timidity.
            What then did Richard
            earl Temple do? There he fixed
            his standard, and there he pitched
            his tent. Not a step farther would
            he follow a leader, whom to follow
            had been the boast of his life. He
            erected a fortress that might one
            day prove the safeguard of his misguided
            and unsuspecting friend.
          
         
            And yet, my lord, the character
            of Richard earl Temple, was not
            that of causeless suspicion. He
            proved himself, in a thousand instances,
            honest, trusting, and sincere.
            He was not, like some men,
            that you and I know, dark, dispassionate,
            and impenetrable. On
            the contrary, no man mistook him,
            no man ever charged him with a
            double conduct or a wrinkled
            heart. His countenance was open,
            and his spirit was clear. He was
            a man of passions, my lord. He
            acted in every momentous concern,
            more from the dictates of his heart,
            than his head. But this is the key
            to his conduct; He kept a watchful
            eye upon that bane of every
            patriot minister, secret influence. If
            there were one feature in his political
            history more conspicuous than
            the rest, if I were called to point
            out the line of discrimination between
            his character and that of his
            contemporaries upon the public
            stage, it would be the hatred of
               secret influence.
          
         
            Such, my lord, was one of your
            immediate ancestors, whose name,
            to this day, every honest Briton repeats
            with veneration. I will turn
            to another person, still more nearly
            related to you, and who will make
            an equal figure in the history of
            the age in which he lived, Mr.
            George Grenville. His character
            has been represented to us by a
            writer of no mean discernment, as
            that of "shrewd and inflexible."
            He was a man of indefatigable industry
            and application. He possessed
            a sound understanding, and he
            trusted it. This is a respectable
            description. Integrity and independency,
            however mistaken, are
            entitled to praise. What was it,
            my lord, that he considered as the
            ruin of his reputation? What was
            it, that defeated all the views of an
            honest ambition, and deprived his
            country of the services, which his
            abilities, under proper direction,
            were qualified to render it? My lord,
            it was secret influence. It was in
            vain for ministers to be able to construct
            their plans with the highest
            wisdom, and the most unwearied
            diligence; it was in vain that
            they came forward like men, and
            risqued their places, their characters,
            their all, upon measures, however
            arduous, that they thought
            necessary for the salvation of their
            country. They were defeated, by
            what, my lord? By abilities greater
            than their own? By a penetration
            that discovered blots in their wisest
            measures? By an opposition bold
            and adventurous as themselves?
            No: but, by the lords of the bedchamber;
            by a "band of Janissaries
            who surrounded the person
            of the prince, and were ready
            to strangle the minister upon
            the nod of a moment."
          
         
            With these illustrious examples
            ever rushing upon your memory,
            no man can doubt that your lordship
            has inherited that detestation
            of influence by which your ancestors
            were so honourably distinguished.
            My lord, having considered
            the high expectations, which
            the virtues of your immediate
            progenitors had taught us to form
            upon the heir of them both, we
            will recollect for a moment the
            promises that your first outset in
            life had made to your country.
          
         
            One of your lordship's first actions
            upon record, consists in the
            high professions you made at the
            county meeting of Buckingham, in
            that ever-venerable aera of oeconomy
            and reform, the spring of
            1780. My lord, there are certain
            offices of sinecure, not dependent
            upon the caprice of a minister,
            which this country has reserved
            to reward those illustrious statesmen,
            who have spent their lives,
            and worn out their constitutions
            in her service. No man will wonder,
            when he recollects from
            whom your lordship has the honour
            to be descended, that one of
            these offices is in your possession.
            This, my lord, was the subject of
            your generous and disinterested
            professions. You told your countrymen,
            that with this office you
            were ready to part. If a reformation
            so extensive were thought
            necessary, you were determined,
            not merely to be no obstacle to the
            design, but to be a volunteer in
            the service. You came forward in
            the eye of the world, with your
            patent in your hand. You were
            ready to sacrifice that parchment,
            the precious instrument of personal
            wealth and private benevolence,
            at the shrine of patriotism.
          
         
            Here then, my lord, you stood
            pledged to your country. What
            were we not to expect from the
            first patriot of modern story?
            Your lordship will readily imagine
            that our expectations were boundless
            and indefinite. "Glorious
            and immortal man!" we cried,
            "go on in this untrodden path.
            We will no longer look with
            drooping and cheerless anxiety
            upon the misfortunes of Britain,
            we have a resource for them
            all. The patriot of Stowe is
            capable of every thing. He
            does not resemble the vulgar
            herd of mortals, he does not
            form his conduct upon precedent,
            nor defend it by example.
            Virtue of the first impression was
            never yet separated from genius.
            We will trust then in the expedients
            of his inexhaustible mind.
            We will look up to him as our
            assured deliverer.—We are well
            acquainted with the wealth of
            the proprietor of Stowe. Thanks,
            eternal thanks to heaven, who
            has bestowed it with so liberal a
            hand! We consider it as a deposit
            for the public good. We count
            his acres, and we calculate his income,
            for we know that it is, in
            the best sense of the word, our
            own."
          
         
            My lord, these are the prejudices,
            which Englishmen have
            formed in your favour. They
            cannot refuse to trust a man, descended
            from so illustrious progenitors.
            They cannot suspect any
            thing dark and dishonourable in
            the generous donor of 2700l. a
            year. Let then the commentators
            against whom I am providing, abjure
            the name of Briton, or let
            them pay the veneration that is
            due to a character, in every view
            of the subject, so exalted as that
            of your lordship.
          
         
            I have the honour to be,
          
         
            MY LORD,
          
         
            with the most unfeigned respect,
          
         
            your lordship's
          
         
            most obedient,
          
         
            most devoted servant.
          
         
               INSTRUCTIONS
               TO  A
               STATESMAN.
               MY LORD,
                
         
            I have long considered as the greatest
            happiness of my life, the having so
            promising a pupil as your lordship.
            Though your abilities are certainly of the
            very first impression, they are not however
            of that vague and indefinite species,
            which we often meet with in persons,
            who, if providence had so pleased, would
            have figured with equal adroitness in the
            character of a shoe-black or a link-boy, as
            they now flatter themselves they can do
            in that of a minister of state. You, my
            lord, were born with that accomplishment
            of secrecy and retentiveness, which
            the archbishop of Cambray represents
            Telemachus as having possessed in so
            high a degree in consequence of the mode
            of his education. You were always distinguished
            by that art, never to be sufficiently
            valued, of talking much and saying
            nothing. I cannot recollect, and yet
            my memory is as great, as my opportunity
            for observation has been considerable,
            that your lordship, when a boy, ever
            betrayed a single fact that chanced to fall
            within your notice, unless indeed it had
            some tendency to procure a school-fellow
            a whipping. I have often remarked
            your lordship with admiration, talking
            big and blustering loud, so as to frighten
            urchins who were about half your lordship's
            size, when you had no precise
            meaning in any thing you said. And I
            shall never forget, the longest day I have
            to live, when I hugged you in my arms
            in a kind of prophetic transport, in consequence
            of your whispering me, in the
            midst of a room-full of company, in so
            sly a manner that nobody could observe
            you, that you had just seen John the
            coachman bestow upon Betty the cook-maid,
            a most devout and cordial embrace.
            From your rawest infancy you were as
            much distinguished, as Milton represents
            the goddess Hebe to have been, by
            "nods and becks and wreathed smiles;"
            with this difference, that in her they
            were marks of gaiety, and in you of demureness;
            that in her they were unrestrained
            and general, and in you intended
            only for a single confidant. My lord,
            reflecting upon all these circumstances,
            it is not to be wondered at that I treated
            your lordship even in clouts with the reverence
            due to an infant Jove, and always
            considered myself as superintending
            the institution of the first statesman that
            ever existed.
          
         
            But, my lord, it has ever been my
            opinion, that let nature do as much as
            she will, it is in the power of education
            to do still more. The many statesmanlike
            qualities that you brought into the
            world with you, sufficiently prove, that
            no man was ever more deeply indebted
            to the bounty of nature than your lordship.
            And yet of all those qualities she has
            bestowed upon you, there is not one that
            I hold in half so much esteem, as that
            docility, which has ever induced you to
            receive my instructions with implicit veneration.
            It is true, my coat is fustian,
            and my whole accoutrement plebeian.
            My shoes are clouted, and it is long since
            the wig that defends this penetrating
            brain, could boast a crooked hair. But
            you, my lord, have been able to discover
            the fruit through the thick and uncomely
            coat by which it was concealed; you
            have cracked the nut and have a right to
            the kernel.
          
         
            My lord, I thought it necessary to
            premise these observations, before I entered
            upon those important matters of
            disquisition, which will form the object
            of my present epistle. It is unnecessary
            for me to inform a person of so much
            discernment as your lordship, that education
            is, by its very nature, a thing of
            temporary duration. Your lordship's education
            has been long, and there have
            been cogent reasons why it should be so.
            God grant, that when left to walk the
            world alone, you be not betrayed into
            any of those unlucky blunders, from the
            very verge of which my provident hand
            has often redeemed your lordship! Do
            not mistake me, my lord, when I talk of
            the greatness of your talents. It is now
            too late to flatter: This is no time for
            disguise. Pardon me therefore, my dear
            and ever-honoured pupil, if I may seem
            to offend against those minuter laws of
            etiquette, which were made only for
            common cases. At so important a crisis
            it is necessary to be plain.
          
         
            Your lordship is very cunning, but I
            never imagined that you were remarkably
            wise. The talents you received at
            your birth, if we were to speak with
            mathematical strictness, should rather be
            denominated knacks, than abilities. They
            consist rather in a lucky dexterity of face,
            and a happy conformation of limb, than
            in any very elevated capacities of the intellect.
            Upon that score, my lord,—you
            know I am fond of comparisons, and I
            think I have hit upon one in this case,
            that must be acknowledged remarkably
            apposite. I have sometimes seen a ditch,
            the water of which, though really shallow,
            has appeared to careless observers
            to be very deep, for no other reason but
            because it was muddy. Believe me, my
            lord, experienced and penetrating observers
            are not so to be taken in.
          
         
            But, as I was saying, education is a
            temporary thing, and your lordship's,
            however lasting and laborious, is at
            length brought to a period. My lord,
            if it so pleases the sovereign disposer of
            all things, I would be very well satisfied
            to remain in this sublunary state for some
            years longer, if it were only that I might
            live to rejoice in the exemplification of
            my precepts in the conduct of my pupil.
            But, if this boon be granted to my merits
            and my prayers, at any rate I shall
            from this moment retire from the world.
            From henceforth my secret influence is
            brought to its close. I will no longer be
            the unseen original of the grand movements
            of the figures that fill the political
            stage. I will stand aloof from the
            giddy herd. I will not stray from my
            little vortex. I will look down upon
            the transactions of courts and ministers,
            like an etherial being from a superior
            element. There I shall hope to see your
            lordship outstrip your contemporaries,
            and tower above the pigmies of the day.
            To repeat an idea before delivered, might
            be unbecoming in a fine writer, but it is
            characteristic and beautiful under the
            personage of a preceptor. The fitnesses
            which nature bestowed upon your frame
            would not have done alone. But joined
            with the lessons I have taught you, they
            cannot fail, unless I grossly flatter myself,
            to make the part which your lordship
            shall act sufficiently conspicuous.
          
         
            Receive then, my lord, with that docility
            and veneration, which have at all
            times made the remembrance of you
            pleasant and reviving to my heart, the
            last communications of the instructor of
            your choice. Yes, my lord, from henceforth
            you shall see me, you shall hear
            from me no more. From this consideration
            I infer one reason why you should
            deeply reflect upon the precepts I have
            now to offer. Remembering that these
            little sheets are all the legacy my affection
            can bestow upon you, I shall concenter
            in them the very quintessence and epitome
            of all my wisdom. I shall provide in
            them a particular antidote to those defects
            to which nature has made you most
            propense.
          
         
            But I have yet another reason to inforce
            your attention to what I am about
            to write. I was, as I have said, the instructor
            of your choice. When I had
            yet remained neglected in the world,
            when my honours were withered by the
            hand of poverty, when my blossoms appeared
            in the eyes of those who saw me
            of the most brown and wintery complexion,
            and, if your lordship will allow
            me to finish the metaphor, when I stank
            in their noses, it was then that your lordship
            remarked and distinguished me.
            Your bounty it was that first revived my
            native pride. It is true that it ran in a
            little dribbling rivulet, but still it was
            much to me. Even before you were
            able to afford me any real assistance, you
            were always ready to offer me a corner
            of your gingerbread, or a marble from
            your hoard. Your lordship had at all times
            a taste for sumptuousness and magnificence,
            but you knew how to limit your
            natural propensity in consideration of the
            calls of affinity, and to give your farthings
            to your friends.
          
         
            Do not then, my dear lord, belie the
            first and earliest sentiments of your heart.
            As you have ever heard me, let your attention
            be tripled now. Read my letter
            once and again. Preserve it as a sacred
            deposit. Lay it under your pillow. Meditate
            upon it fasting. Commit it to memory,
            and repeat the scattered parcels of
            it, as Caesar is said to have done the Greek
            alphabet, to cool your rising choler. Be
            this the amulet to preserve you from
            danger! Be this the chart by which to
            steer the little skiff of your political system
            safe into the port of historic immortality!
          
         
            My lord, you and I have read Machiavel
            together. It is true I am but a bungler
            in Italian, and your lordship was generally
            obliged to interpret for me. Your
            translation I dare say was always scientifical,
            but I was seldom so happy as to
            see either grammar or sense in it. So
            far however as I can guess at the drift of
            this celebrated author, he seems to have
            written as the professor of only one
            science. He has treated of the art of
            government, and has enquired what was
            wise, and what was political. He has
            left the moralists to take care of themselves.
          
         
            In the present essay, my lord, I shall
            follow the example of Machiavel. I
            profess the same science, and I pretend
            only to have carried to much greater
            heights an art to which he has given a
            considerable degree of perfection. Your
            lordship has had a great number of masters.
            Your excellent father, who himself
            had some dabbling in politics, spared
            no expence upon your education,
            though I believe he had by no means so
            high an opinion of your genius and abilities
            as I entertained. Your lordship
            therefore is to be presumed competently
            versed in the rudiments of ethics. You
            have read Grotius, Puffendorf, and
            Cumberland. For my part I never opened
            a volume of any one of them. I am
            self-taught. My science originates entirely
            in my unbounded penetration, and
            a sort of divine and supernatural afflatus.
            With all this your lordship knows I am
            a modest man. I have never presumed
            to entrench upon the province of others.
            Let the professors of ethics talk their
            nonsense. I will not interrupt them. I
            will not endeavour to set your lordship
            against them. It is necessary for me to
            take politics upon an unlimited scale, and
            to suppose that a statesman has no character
            to preserve but that of speciousness
            and plausibility. But it is your
            lordship's business to enquire whether
            this be really the case.
          
         
            I need not tell you, that I shall not,
            like the political writers with which you
            are acquainted, talk in the air. My instructions
            will be of a practical nature,
            and my rules adapted to the present condition
            of the English government. That
            government is at present considerably,
            though imperfectly, a system of liberty.
            To such a system the most essential maxim
            is, that the governors shall be accountable
            and amenable to the governed.
            This principle has sometimes been denominated
            responsibility. Responsibility in
            a republican government is carried as
            high as possible. In a limited monarchy
            it stops at the first ministers, the immediate
            servants of the crown. Now to
            this system nothing can be more fatal,
            than for the public measures not really to
            originate with administration, but with
            secret advisers who cannot be traced.
            This is to cut all the nerves of government,
            to loosen all the springs of liberty,
            to make the constitution totter to its
            lowest foundations.
          
         
            I say this, my lord, not to terrify your
            lordship. The students and the imitators
            of Machiavel must not be frightened
            with bugbears. Beside, were cowardice
            as congenial to the feelings of your lordship
            as I confess it has sometimes been to
            mine, cowardice itself is not so apt to be
            terrified with threats hung up in terrorem,
            and menaces of a vague and general
            nature. It trembles only at a danger
            definite and impending. It is the dagger
            at the throat, it is the pistol at the breast,
            that shakes her nerves. Prudence is
            alarmed at a distance, and calls up all
            her exertion. But cowardice is short-sighted,
            and was never productive of any
            salutary effort. I say not this therefore
            to intimidate, but to excite you. I would
            teach you, that this is a most important
            step indeed, is the grand desideratum in
            order to exalt the English monarchy to a
            par with the glorious one of France, or
            any other absolute monarchy in Christendom.
          
         
            In order, my lord, to annihilate responsibility,
            nothing more is necessary
            than that every individual should be as
            free, and as much in the habit of advising
            the king upon the measures of government,
            as his ministers. Let every discarded,
            and let every would-be statesman,
            sow dissension in the royal councils, and
            pour the poison of his discontent into the
            royal ear. Let the cabinet ring with a
            thousand jarring sentiments; and let the
            subtlest courtier, let him that is the most
            perfect master of wheedling arts and pathetic
            tones, carry it from every rival.
            This, my lord, will probably create some
            confusion at first. The system of government
            will appear, not a regular and proportioned
            beauty, like the pheasant of
            India, but a gaudy and glaring system
            of unconnected parts, like Esop's daw
            with borrowed feathers. Anarchy and
            darkness will be the original appearance.
            But light shall spring out of the noon of
            night; harmony and order shall succeed
            the chaos. The present patchwork of
            three different forms of government shall
            be changed into one simple and godlike
            system of despotism. Thus, when London
            was burned, a more commodious
            and healthful city sprung as it were out
            of her ashes.
          
         
            But neither Rome nor London was
            built in a day. The glorious work
            I am recommending to you must be a
            work of time. At first it will be necessary
            for the person who would subvert the
            silly system of English government, to
            enter upon his undertaking with infinite
            timidity and precaution. He must stalk
            along in silence like Tarquin to the rape
            of Lucretia. His horses, like those of Lear,
            must be shoed with felt. He must shroud
            himself in the thickest shade. Let him
            comfort himself with this reflexion:
          
         
            "It is but for a time. It will soon be
            over. No work of mortal hands can
            long stand against concussions so violent.
            Ulysses, who entered Troy, shut
            up in the cincture of the wooden horse,
            shall soon burst the enclosure, shall
            terrify those from whose observation
            he lately shrunk, and carry devastation
            and ruin on whatever side he turns."
          
         
            My lord, I have considered the subject
            of politics with as much acuteness as
            any man. I have revolved a thousand
            schemes, which to recommend to the
            pursuit of the statesman of my own creation.
            But there is no plan of action
            that appears to me half so grand and
            comprehensive, as this of secret influence.
            It is true the scheme is not entirely new.
            It has been a subject of discussion ever
            since the English nation could boast any
            thing like a regular system of liberty. It
            was complained of under king William.
            It was boasted of, even to ostentation,
            by the Tory ministers of queen Anne.
            The Pelhams cried out upon it in lord
            Carteret. It has been the business of
            half the history of the present reign to
            fix the charge upon my lord Bute.
          
         
            And yet in spite of these appearances,
            in spite of all the deductions that modesty
            can authorise, I may boldly affirm
            that my scheme has something in it that
            is truly original. My lord, I would not
            have you proceed by leaps and starts,
            like these half-fledged statesmen. I
            would have you proceed from step to step
            in a finished and faultless plan. I have
            too an improvement without which the
            first step is of no value, which yet has
            seldom been added, which at first sight
            has a very daring appearance, but which
            I pretend to teach your lordship to practice
            with perfect safety. But it is necessary
            for me, before I come to this grand
            arcanum of my system, to premise a few
            observations for the more accurately managing
            the influence itself.
          
         
            My lord, there are a variety of things
            necessary to absolute secrecy. There is
            nothing more inconvenient to a political
            character than that gross and unmanageable
            quantity of flesh and blood that fortune
            has decreed that every mortal should
            carry about with him. The man who
            is properly initiated in the arcana of a
            closet, ought to be able to squeeze himself
            through a key hole, and, whenever
            any impertinent Marplot appears to blast
            him, to change this unwieldy frame into
            the substance of the viewless winds. How
            often must a theoretical statesman like
            myself, have regretted that incomparable
            invention, the ring of Gyges! How often
            must he have wished to be possessed
            of one of those diabolical forms, described
            by Milton, which now were taller
            than the pole, and anon could shrink into
            the compass of an atom!
          
         
            But I forget the characteristic of my
            profession. It is not ours, my lord, to
            live in air-built castles, and to deal in
            imaginary hypotheses. On the contrary,
            we are continually talking of the weakness
            and the frailty of humanity. Does
            any man impeach one of our body of
            bribery and corruption? We confess
            that these practices may seem to run
            counter with the fine-spun systems of
            morality; but this is our constant apology,
            human affairs can be no otherwise
            managed. Does any man suggest the
            most beautiful scheme of oeconomy, or
            present us with the most perfect model
            of liberty? We turn away with a sneer,
            and tell him that all this is plausible and
            pretty; but that we do not concern ourselves
            with any thing but what is practicable.
          
         
            In conformity to these ideas, I beg
            leave, my lord, to recal the fantastic
            wishes that have just escaped me. To be
            corporeal is our irrevocable fate, and we
            will not waste our time in fruitlessly accusing
            it. My lord, I have one or two
            little expedients to offer to you, which,
            though they do not amount to a perfect
            remedy in this case, will yet, I hope,
            prove a tolerable substitute for those diabolical
            forms of which I was talking.
          
         
            I need not put your lordship in mind
            how friendly to such practices as ours,
            is the cover of darkness, and how convenient
            those little machines commonly
            called back-stairs. I dare say even your
            lordship, however inconsequently you
            may often conduct yourself, would scarcely
            think of mid-day as the most proper
            season of concealment, or the passing
            through a crowded levee, the most natural
            method of entering the royal closet
            unobserved.
          
         
            But, my lord, you will please to recollect,
            that there are certain attendants
            upon the person of the sovereign whom I
            find classed in that epitome of political
            wisdom, the Red Book, under the name
            of pages. Most wise is the institution,
            (and your lordship will observe that I am
            not now deviating into the regions of fable)
            which is common to all the Eastern
            courts, of having these offices filled by
            persons, who, upon peril of their life, may
            not, in any circumstances whatsoever,
            utter a word. But unfortunately in the
            western climates in which we reside, the
            thing is otherwise. The institution of
            mutes is unknown to us. The lips of
            our pages have never been inured to the
            wholesome discipline of the padlock.
            They are as loquacious, and blab as much
            as other men. You know, my lord,
            that I am fond of illustrating the principles
            I lay down by the recital of facts.
            The last, and indeed the only time that
            I ever entered the metropolis, I remember,
            as my barber was removing the hair from
            my nether lip:—My barber had all that
            impertinent communicativeness that is
            incident to the gentlemen of his profession;
            he assured me, that he had seen
            that morning one of the pages of the
            back-stairs, who declared to him, upon
            the word of a man of honour, that he
            had that moment admitted a certain nobleman
            by a private door to the presence
            of his master; that the face of the noble
            lord was perfectly familiar to him, and
            that he had let him in some fifty times in
            the course of the past six months.
          
         
            "How silly is all this!" added the page; "and
            how glad should I be", licking his lips,
            "that it were but an opera girl or a
            countess! And yet my mistress is the
            very best mistress that ever I see!"
            Oh
               this was poor, and showed a pitiful ambition in the man that did it! I will swear,
            my lord, that the nobleman who could
            thus have been betrayed, must have been
            a thick-headed fellow, and fit for no one
            public office, not even for that of turnspit
               of his majesty's kitchen!A 
         A: Vide Burke's Speech upon Oeconomy.
          
         
            My lord, if you would escape that
            rock, upon which this statesman terminated
            his political career, ever while you
            live make use of bribery. Let the pages
            finger your cash, let them drink your
            health in a glass of honest claret, and
            let them chuckle over the effects of
            your lordship's munificence. I know
            that you will pour forth many a pathetic
            complaint over the money that is
            drawn off by this copious receiver, but
            believe the wisest man that now exists,
            when he assures you, that it is well bestowed.
            Your lordship's bounty to myself
            has sometimes amounted to near ten
            pounds in the course of a twelvemonth.
            That drain, my lord, is stopped. I
            shall receive from you no more. Let
            then the expence, which you once incurred
            for my sake, be henceforth diverted
            to this valuable purpose.
          
         
            I believe, my lord, that this is all the
            improvement that can be made upon
            the head of pages. I think we can
            scarcely venture upon the expedient that
            would otherwise be admirable, of these
            interviews being carried on without the
            intervention of any such impertinent fellows,
            from whom one is ever in danger,
            without the smallest notice, of having
            it published at St. James's-Market, and
            proclaimed from the statue at Charing-Cross.
            If however you should think
            this expedient adviseable, I would recommend
            it to you not to mention it to
            your gracious master. Courts are so incumbered
            and hedged in with ceremony,
            that the members of them are
            always prone to imagine that the form
            is more essential and indispensable, than
            the substance. Suppose then, my lord,
            you were, by one of those sly opportunities,
            which you know so well how to
            command, to take off the key in wax,
            and get a picklock key made exactly
            upon the model of it. The end, my
            lord, take my word for it, would abundantly
            sanctify the apparent sordidness of
            the means. In this situation I cannot
            help picturing to myself the surprise and
            the joy, that would be in a moment
            lighted up in the countenance of your
            friend. Your rencounter would be as
            unexpected and fortunate as that of Lady
            Randolph and her son, when she fears
            every moment to have him murdered by
            Glenalvon. You would fly into each
            others arms, and almost smother one
            another in your mutual embrace.
          
         
            But another thing that is abundantly
            worthy of your lordship's attention, is
            the subject of disguises and dark lanthorns.
            Harley, afterwards earl of Oxford,
            was in the practice, if I remember
            right, for it is some time since I read
            Dr. Swift's political pamphlets, of crossing
            the park in a horseman's coat. But
            this is too shallow and thin a disguise.
            A mask, on the other hand, might perhaps
            be too particular. Though indeed
            at midnight, which is the only time
            that I would recommend to your lordship
            in which to approach within a hundred
            yards of the palace, it might probably
            pass without much observation.
            A slouched hat, and a bob wig, your
            lordship may at any time venture upon.
            But there is nothing that is of so much
            importance in this affair as variety.
            I would sometimes put on the turban of
            a Turk, and sometimes the half breeches
            of a Highlander. I would sometimes
            wear the lawn sleeves of a bishop, and
            sometimes the tye-wig of a barrister. A
            leathern apron and a trowel might upon
            occasion be of sovereign efficacy. The
            long beard and neglected dress of a
            Shylock should be admitted into the list.
            I would also occasionally lay aside the
            small clothes, and assume the dress of a
            woman. I would often trip it along
            with the appearance and gesture of a
            spruce milliner; and I would often stalk
            with the solemn air and sweeping train
            of a duchess. But of all the infinite
            shapes of human dress, I must confess
            that, my favourite is the kind of doublet
            that prince Harry wore when he assaulted
            Falstaff. The nearer it approaches to
            the guise of a common carman the better,
            and his long whip ought to be inseparable.
            If you could add to it the
            sooty appearance of a coal-heaver, or
            a chimney-sweep, it would sit, upon
            this more precious than velvet garb,
            like spangles and lace. I need not add,
            that to a mind of elegance and sensibility,
            the emblematical allusion which this
            dress would carry to the secrecy and
            impenetrableness of the person that wears
            it, must be the source of a delightful
            and exquisite sensation.
          
         
            And now, my lord, for the last head,
            which it is necessary to mention under
            this division of my subject, I mean that
            of lanthorns. Twenty people, I doubt
            not, whom your lordship might consult
            upon this occasion, would advise
            you to go without any lanthorn at
            all. Beware of this, my lord. It is
            a rash and a thoughtless advice. It
            may possibly be a false and insidious one.
            Your lordship will never think of going
            always in the same broad and frequented
            path. Many a causeway you
            will have to cross, many a dark and
            winding alley to tread. Suppose, my
            lord, the pavement were to be torn up,
            and your lordship were to break your
            shin! Suppose a drain were to have been
            opened in the preceding day, without
            your knowing any thing of the matter,
            and your lordship were to break your
            neck! Suppose, which is more terrible
            than all the rest, you were to set your
            foot upon that which I dare not name,
            and by offending the olfactory nerves of
            majesty, you were to forfeit his affections
            for ever!
          
         
            So much, my lord, by way of declamation
            against the abolition of lanthorns.
            Your lordship however does not imagine
            I shall say any thing upon affairs so
            common as the glass lanthorn, the horn
            lanthorn, and the perforated tin lanthorn.
            This last indeed is most to my purpose,
            but it will not do, my lord, it will not
            do. There is a kind of lanthorns, your
            lordship has seen them, that have one
            side dark, and the other light. I remember
            to have observed your lordship
            for half a day together, poring over the
            picture of Guy Faux, in the Book of
            Martyrs. This was one of the early
            intimations which my wisdom enabled
            me to remark of the destination which
            nature had given you. You know, my
            lord, that the possessor of this lanthorn
            can turn it this way and that, as he
            pleases. He can contrive accurately to
            discern the countenance of every other
            person, without being visible himself.
            I need not enlarge to your lordship upon
            the admirable uses of this machine. I
            will only add, that my very dear and
            ever-lamented friend Mr. Pinchbeck,
            effected before he died an improvement
            upon it so valuable, that it cannot but
            preserve his name from that oblivious
            power, by which common names are
            devoured. In his lanthorn, the shade,
            which used to be inseparable, may be
            taken away at the possessor's pleasure,
            like the head of a whisky, and it may
            appear to all intents and purposes one
            of the common vehicles of the kind.
            He had also a contrivance, never to be
            sufficiently commended, that when the
            snuff of the candle had attained a certain
            length, it moved a kind of automatic
            pair of snuffers that hung within
            side, and amputated itself. He left me
            two of these lanthorns as a legacy. Such
            is my value for your lordship, that I
            have wrought myself up to a resolution
            of parting with one of them in your
            lordship's favour. You will receive it
            in four days from the date of this by
            Gines's waggon, that puts up in Holborn.
          
         
            But, my lord, there is a second object
            of consideration still more important
            than this. It is in vain for your lordship,
            or any other person, to persuade the sovereign
            against any of the measures of his
            government, unless you can add to this
            the discovery of those new sentiments
            you have instilled, to all such as it may
            concern. It is the business of every
            Machiavelian minister, such as your
            lordship, both from nature and choice, is
            inclined to be, to prop the cause of despotism.
            In order to this, the dignity
            of the sovereign is not to be committed,
            but exalted. To bring forward the royal
            person to put a negative upon any bill in
            parliament, is a most inartificial mode
            of proceeding. It marks too accurately
            the strides of power, and awakens too
            pointedly the attention of the multitude.
            Your lordship has heard that the house
            of lords is the barrier between the
            king and the people. There is a sense
            of this phrase, of which I am wonderfully
            fond. The dissemination of the
            royal opinion will at any time create a
            majority in that house, to divert the
            odium from the person of the monarch.
            Twenty-two bishops, thirteen lords of
            the bed-chamber, and all the rabble of
            household troops, will at any time compose
            an army. They may not indeed
            cover an acre of ground, nor would I
            advise your lordship to distribute them
            into a great number of regiments. Their
            countenances are not the most terrific
            that were ever beheld, and it might be
            proper to officer them with persons of
            more sagacity than themselves. But under
            all this meekness of appearance, and
            innocence of understanding, believe me,
            my lord, they are capable of keeping at
            bay the commons and the people of
            England united in one cause, for a considerable
            time. They have been too
            long at the beck of a minister, not to be
            somewhat callous in their feelings. And
            they are too numerous, not to have shoulders
            capacious enough to bear all the
            obloquy, with which their conduct may
            be attended.
          
         
            But then, my lord, as I would not
            recommend it to you to bring into practice
            the royal negative, so neither
            perhaps would it be advisable for the
            sovereign, to instruct those lords immediately
            attendant upon him, in person.
            Kings, you are not to be informed, are
            to be managed and humoured by those
            that would win their confidence. If
            your lordship could invent a sort of
            down, more soft and yielding than has
            yet been employed, it might be something.
            But to point out to your master,
            that he must say this, and write that, that
            he must send for one man, and break
            with another, is an unpleasant and ungrateful
            office. It must be your business
            to take the burden from his shoulders.
            You must smooth the road you would
            have him take, and strew with flowers
            the path of ruin. If he favour your
            schemes with a smile of approbation, if
            he bestow upon your proceedings the
            sanction of a nod, it is enough. It is
            godlike fortitude, and heroic exertion.
          
         
            But secrecy is the very essence of
            deep and insidious conduct. I would
            advise your lordship to bring even your
            own name into question, as little as possible.
            My lord Chesterfield compares a
            statesman, who has been celebrated for
            influence during the greatest part of
            the present reign, to the ostrich. The
            brain of an ostrich, your lordship will
            please to observe, though he be the largest
            of birds, may very easily be included in
            the compass of a nut-shell. When pursued
            by the hunters, he is said to bury his
            head in the sand, and having done this,
            to imagine that he cannot be discovered
            by the keenest search. Do not you, my
            lord, imitate the manners of the ostrich.
            Believe me, they are ungraceful; and, if
            maturely considered, will perhaps appear
            to be a little silly.
          
         
            There is a contrivance that has occurred
            to me, which, if it were not accompanied
            with a circumstance somewhat
            out of date, appears to me in the highest
            degree admirable. Suppose you were to
            treat the lords of the bedchamber with
            a sight of St. Paul's cathedral? There
            is a certain part of it of a circular form,
            commonly called the whispering gallery.
            You have probably heard, that by the
            uncommon echo of this place, the
            weakest sound that can possibly be articulated,
            is increased by that time it has
            gone half round, into a sound, audible
            and strong. Your lordship, with your
            flock of geese about you, would probably
            be frolic and gamesome. You may
            easily contrive to scatter them through
            the whole circumference of this apartment.
            Of a sudden, you will please to
            turn your face to the wall, and utter
            in a solemn tone the royal opinion.
            Every body will be at a loss from whence
            the mandate proceeds. Some of your
            companions, more goose-like than the
            rest, will probably imagine it a voice
            from heaven. The sentence must be
            two or three times repeated at proper
            intervals, before you can contrive to have
            each of the lords in turn at the required
            distance. This will demand a considerable
            degree of alertness and agility. But
            alertness and agility are qualities by
            which your lordship is so eminently distinguished,
            that I should have very few
            apprehensions about your success. Meanwhile
            it will be proper to have a select
            number of footmen stationed at the door
            of the gallery, armed with smelling-bottles.
            Some of your friends, I suspect,
            would be so much alarmed at this celestial
            and ghost-like phenomenon, as to
            render this part of the plan of singular
            service.
          
         
            But after all, I am apprehensive that
            many of the noble lords to whom I allude,
            would be disgusted at the very
            mention of any thing so old-fashioned
            and city-like, as a visit to this famous
            cathedral. And even if that were not
            the case, it is proper to be provided with
            more than one scheme for the execution
            of so necessary a purpose. The question
            is of no contemptible magnitude, between
            instructions viva voce, and a circular
            letter. In favour of the first it
            may be said, that a letter is the worst
            and most definite evidence to a man's
            disadvantage that can be conceived. It
            may easily be traced. It can scarcely be
            denied. The sense of it cannot readily
            be explained away.—It must be confessed
            there is something in this; and yet, my
            lord, I am by all means for a letter. A
            voice may often be overheard. I remember
            my poor old goody used to say,
            (heaven rest her soul!) That walls had
            ears. There are some lords, my dear
            friend, that can never think of being
            alone. Bugbears are ever starting up in
            their prolific imagination, and they cannot
            be for a moment in the dark, without
            expecting the devil to fly away with
            them. They have some useful pimp,
            some favourite toad-eater, that is always
            at their elbow. Ever remember, so
            long as you live, that toad-eaters are
            treacherous friends. Beside, it would
            be a little suspicious, to see your lordship's
            carriage making a regular tour
            from door to door among the lords of
            the bed-chamber. And I would by no
            means have Pinchbeck's dark-lanthorn
            brought into common use. Consider,
            my lord, when that is worn out, you
            will not know where to get such another.
          
         
            A letter may be disguised in various
            ways. You would certainly never think
            of signing your name. You might have
            it transcribed by your secretary. But
            then this would be to commit your
            safety and your fame to the keeping of
            another. No, my lord, there are schemes
            worth a hundred of this. Consider the
            various hands in which a letter may be
            written. There is the round hand, and
            the Italian hand, the text hand, and the
            running hand. You may form your letters
            upon the Roman or the Italic model.
            Your billet may he engrossed. You
            may employ the German text or the old
            primero. If I am not mistaken, your
            lordship studied all these when you were a
            boy for this very purpose. Yes, my
            lord, I may be in the wrong, but I am
            confidently of opinion, that this is absolutely
            the first, most important, and most
            indispensible accomplishment of a statesman.
            I would forgive him, if he did
            not know a cornet from an ensign, I
            would forgive him, if he thought Italy
            a province of Asia Minor. But not to
            write primero! the nincompoop! the
            numbscul!
          
         
            If it were not that the persons with
            whom your lordship has to correspond,
            can some of them barely spell their
            native tongue, I would recommend to
            your lordship the use of cyphers. But
            no, you might as well write the language
            of Mantcheux Tartars. For consider,
            your letters may be intercepted.
            It is true, they have not many perils to
            undergo. They are not handed from post-house
            to post-house. There are no impertinent
            office-keepers to inspect them
            by land. There are no privateers to
            capture them by sea. But, my lord,
            they have perils to encounter, the very
            recollection of which makes me tremble
            to the inmost fibre of my frame. They
            are ale-houses, my lord. Think for a
            moment of the clattering of porter-pots,
            and the scream of my goodly hostess.
            Imagine that the blazing fire smiles
            through the impenetrable window, and
            that the kitchen shakes with the peals
            of laughter. These are temptations,
            my lord, that no mortal porter can withstand.
            When the unvaried countenance
            of his gracious sovereign smiles
            invitation upon him from the weather
            beaten sign-post, what loyal heart but
            must be melted into compliance.
          
         
            From all these considerations, my lord,
            I would advise you to write with invisible
            ink. Milk I believe will serve the
            purpose, though I am afraid, that the
            milk that is hawked about the streets of
            London, has rather too much water in
            it. The juice of lemon is a sovereign
            recipe. There are a variety of other
            preparations that will answer the purpose.
            But these may be learned from
            the most vulgar and accessible sources of
            information. And you will please to observe,
            that I suffer nothing to creep into
            this political testament, more valuable
            than those of Richelieu, Mazarine, and
            Alberoni, that is not entirely original
            matter. My lord, I defy you to learn a
            single particular of the refinements here
            communicated from the greatest statesman
            that lives. They talk of Fox! He
            would give his right hand for an atom of
            them!
          
         
            I will now suppose you, my lord, by
            all these artifices, arrived at the very
            threshold of power. I will suppose that
            you have just defeated the grandest and
            the wisest measure of your political antagonists.
            I think there is nothing more
            natural, though the rule will admit of
            many exceptions, than for people who
            act uniformly in opposition to each other,
            upon public grounds, to be of opposite
            characters and dispositions. I will therefore
            imagine, that, shocked with the
            boundless extortions and the relentless
            cruelties that have been practised in some
            distant part of the empire, they came
            forward with a measure full of generous
            oblivion for the part, providing with
            circumspect and collected humanity for
            the future. I will suppose, that they
            were desirous of taking an impotent government
            out of the hands of Jews and
            pedlars, old women and minors, and to
            render it a part of the great system. I
            will suppose, that they were desirous of
            transferring political power from a company
            of rapacious and interested merchants,
            into the hands of statesmen, men
            distinguished among a thousand parties
            for clear integrity, disinterested virtue, and
            spotless fame. This, my lord, would
            be a field worthy of your lordship's prowess.
            Could you but gain the interested,
            could you eternize rapacity, and preserve
            inviolate the blot of the English name,
            what laurels would not your lordship deserve?
          
         
            I will therefore suppose, that your gracious
            master meets you with a carte
               blanche, that he is disposed to listen to
            all your advices, and to adopt all your
            counsels. Your lordship is aware that
            the road of secret influence, and that of
            popular favour, are not exactly the same.
            No ministry can long preserve their seats
            unless they possess the confidence of
            a majority of the house of commons.
            The ministry therefore against which
            your lordship acts, we will take it for
            granted are in this predicament. In this
            situation then an important question naturally
            arises. Either a majority in the
            house of commons must be purchased at
            any rate, or the government must be conducted
            in defiance of that house, or
            thirdly, the parliament must be dissolved.
            Exclusive of these three, I can conceive
            of no alternative. We will therefore examine
            each in its turn.
          
         
            Shall a majority in the house of commons
            be created? Much may be said on
            both sides. A very ingenious friend of
            mine, for whose counsels I have an uncommon
            deference, assured me, that nothing
            would be so easy as this. Observing
            with a shrewdness that astonished
            me, that ministry, upon a late most important
            question, mustered no more
            than 250 votes, and that there were 558
            members, he inferred, that you had nothing
            more to do than to send for those
            that were absent out of the country, and
            you might have upwards of 300 to pit
            against the 250. It is with infinite regret
            that I ever suffer myself to dissent
            from the opinion of this gentleman. But
            suppose, my lord, which is at least possible,
            that one half of the absentees
            should be friends to the cause of the people;
            what would become of us then?
            There remains indeed the obvious method
            of purchasing votes, and it might
            be supposed that your lordship's talent of
            insinuation might do you knight's service
            in this business. But no, my lord,
            many of these country gentlemen are at
            bottom no better than boors. A mechlin
            cravat and a smirking countenance, upon
            which your lordship builds so much,
            would be absolutely unnoticed by them.
            I am afraid of risquing my credit with
            your lordship, but I can assure you, that
            I have heard that one of these fellows has
            been known to fly from a nobleman covered
            with lace, and powdered, and perfumed
            to the very tip of the mode, to
            follow the standard of a commoner whose
            coat has been stained with claret, and
            who has not had a ruffle to his shirt.
            My lord, if common fame may be trusted,
            these puppies are literally tasteless
            enough to admire wit, though the man
            who utters it be ever so corpulent, and to
            discover eloquence in the mouth of one,
            who can suffer himself to spit in an honourable
            assembly. I am a plain man,
            my lord; but I really think that among
            marquisses and dukes, right honourables
            and right reverends, these things are intolerable.
          
         
            I would therefore have your lordship
            give up at once, and with a grace, the
            very idea of bringing over to your side
            the partisans of these huge slovenly fellows.
            The scheme of governing the
            country without taking the house of
            commons along with you, is much more
            feasible than this. This might be done
            by passing an act of parliament by the authority
            of two estates of the realm, to
            declare the house of commons useless.
            For my part, I am far from thinking this
            so bold a step as by some it may be imagined.
            Was not Rome a free state,
            though it had no house of commons?
            Has not the British house of commons
            been incessantly exclaimed upon, as corrupt
            and nugatory? Has not a reform
            respecting them been called for from all
            quarters of the kingdom? I am much
            of opinion in the present case, that that
            is the most effectual reform, which goes
            to the root. Rome had her hereditary
            nobility, which composed her senate.
            She had her consuls, an ill-imagined
            substitute for monarchical power. In
            these, my lord, was comprehended, in
            a manner, the whole of her government.
            I shall be told indeed that they had occasionally
            their comitia, or assemblies of
            the citizens of the metropolis. But this
            is so far from an objection to my reasoning,
            that it furnishes me with a very
            valuable hint for the improvement of the
            English constitution.
          
         
            Let the present house of commons be
            cashiered, and let the common council
            of the city of London be placed at St.
            Stephen's chapel in their room. These
            your lordship will find a much more
            worthy and manageable set of people,
            than the representatives of the nation at
            large. And can any sensible man doubt
            for a moment, which are the most respectable
            body of men? Examine
            their persons. Among their predecessors
            I see many poor, lank, shrivelled,
            half-starved things, some bald,
            some with a few straggling hairs, and
            some with an enormous bag, pendant
            from no hair at all. Turn, my lord, to
            the other side. There you will see a
            good, comely, creditable race of people.
            They look like brothers. As their size
            and figure are the same, so by the fire in
            their eyes, and the expression in their
            countenances, you could scarcely know
            one of them from another. Their very
            gowns are enough to strike terror into
            the most inattentive. Each of them covers
            his cranium with a venerable periwig,
            whose flowing curls and voluminous
            frizure bespeak wealth and contentment.
            Their faces are buxom, and
            their cheeks are florid.
          
         
            You will also, my lord, find them
            much more easy and tractable, than
            the squeamish, fretful, discontented
            wretches, with which other ministers
            have had to do. There is but one expence
            that will be requisite. It is uniform,
            and capable of an easy calculation.
            In any great and trying question, I was
            going to say debate, but debates, I am
            apt to think, would not be very frequent,
            or very animated,—your lordship
            has nothing to do, but to clear the table
            of the rolls and parchments, with which
            it is generally covered, and spreading a
            table cloth, place upon it half a score
            immense turtles, smoking hot, and larded
            with green fat. My lord, I will forfeit
            my head, if with this perfume regaling
            their nostrils, a single man has resolution
            enough to divide the house, or to
            declare his discontent with any of the
            measures of government, by going out
            into the lobby.
          
         
            So much, my lord, for this scheme.
            It is too considerable to be adopted without
            deliberation; it is too important, and
            too plausible, to be rejected without examination.
            The only remaining hypothesis
            is that of a dissolution. Much,
            I know, may be said against this measure;
            but, for my own part, next to
            the new and original system I have had
            the honour of opening to your lordship,
            it is with me a considerable favourite.
            Those, whose interests it is to raise an
            outcry against it, will exclaim, "What,
            for the petty and sinister purposes
            of ambition, shall the whole nation
            be thrown into uproar and confusion?
            Who is it that complains of the
            present house of parliament? Is the
            voice of the people raised against it?
            Do petitions come up from every
            quarter of the kingdom, as they did,
            to no purpose, a few years ago, for
            its dissolution? But it is the prerogative
            of the king to dissolve his parliament.
            And because it is his prerogative,
            because he has a power of
            this kind reserved for singular emergencies,
            does it follow, that this power
            is to be exercised at caprice, and
            without weighty and comprehensive
            reasons? It may happen, that the
            parliament is in the midst of its
            session, that the very existence of revenue
            may be unprovided for, and the
            urgent claims of humanity unfulfilled.
            It is of little consequence," they will
            perhaps pretend, "who is in, and who
            is out, so the national interests are
            honestly pursued, and the men who
            superintend them be not defective in
            abilities. That then must be a most
            lawless and undisguised spirit of selfishness,
            that can for these baubles
            risk the happiness of millions, and the
            preservation of the constitution."
          
         
            All these observations, my lord, may
            sound well enough in the harangue of a
            demagogue; but is it for such a man, to
            object to a repetition of that appeal to
            the people in general, in the frequency
            and universality of which the very existence
            of liberty consists? Till lately,
            I think it has been allowed, that one of
            those reforms most favourable to democracy,
            was an abridgment of the duration
            of parliaments. But if a general
            abridgment be so desirable, must not
            every particular abridgment have its value
            too? Shall the one be acknowledged
            of a salutary, and yet the other be declared
            of a pernicious tendency? Is it
            possible that the nature of a part, and
            of the whole, can be not only dissimilar,
            but opposite? But I will quit these
            general and accurate reasonings. It is
            not in them that our strength lies.
          
         
            They tell us, that the measure of a
            dissolution is an unpopular one. My
            lord, it is not so, that you and I are to
            be taken in. Picture to yourself the very
            kennels flowing with rivers of beer.
            Imagine the door of every hospitable ale-house
            throughout the kingdom, thrown
            open for the reception of the ragged and
            pennyless burgess. Imagine the whole
            country filled with the shouts of drunkenness,
            and the air rent with mingled
            huzzas. Represent the broken heads,
            and the bleeding noses, the tattered raiment,
            and staggering bodies of a million
            of loyal voters. My lord, will they pretend,
            that the measure that gives birth to
            this glorious scene, is unpopular? We
            must be very ill versed in the science
            of human nature, if we could believe
            them.
          
         
            But a more important consideration
            arises. A general election would be of
            little value, if by means of it a majority
            of representatives were not to be
            gained to the aristocratical party. If I
            were to disadvise a dissolution, it would
            be from the fear of a sinister event. It
            is true, your lordship has a thousand
            soft blandishments. You can smile and
            bow in the newest and most approved
            manner. But, my lord, in the midst of
            a parcel of Billingsgate fishwomen, in
            the midst of a circle of butchers with
            marrow-bones and cleavers, I am afraid
            these accomplishments would be of little
            avail. It is he, most noble patron, who
            can swallow the greatest quantity of porter,
            who can roar the best catch, and
            who is the compleatest bruiser, that
            will finally carry the day. He must
            kiss the frost-bitten lips of the green-grocers.
            He must smooth the frowzy
            cheeks of chandlers-shop women. He
            must stroke down the infinite belly of a
            Wapping landlady. I see your lordship
            tremble at the very catalogue. Could
            you divide yourself into a thousand parts,
            and every part be ten times more gigantic
            than the whole, you would shrink into
            non-entity at the disgustful scene.
          
         
            In this emergency I can invent only
            one expedient. Your lordship I remember
            had six different services of plate
            when you were in Ireland, and the duke
            of P—— could boast only of three.
            You had also five footmen and a scullion
            boy more than his grace. By all this
            magnificence I have been told that you
            dazzled and enchanted a certain class of
            the good people of that kingdom. My
            lord, you must now improve the popularity
            you gained. Import by the very
            first hoy a competent number of chairmen.
            You are not to be told that they
            are accustomed to put on a gold-lace coat
            as soon as they arrive upon our shore,
            and dub themselves fortune-hunters. It
            will be easy therefore to pass them here
            for gentlemen, whose low familiarity shall
            be construed into the most ravishing condescension.
            No men, my lord, can drink
            better than they. There is no constitution,
            but that of an Irish chairman, that can
            dispense with the bouncing whisky. They
            are both brawny and courageous, and must
            therefore make excellent bruisers. Their
            chief talent lies in the art of courtship,
            and they are by no means nice and squeamish
            in their stomach for a mistress.
            They can also occasionally put off the
            assumed character of good breeding, and
            if it be necessary to act over again the
            celebrated scenes of Balfe and M'Quirk,
            they would not be found at a loss. My
            lord, they seem to have been created for
            this very purpose, and if you have any
            hope from a general election, you must
            derive every benefit from their distinguished
            merit. I own however, I am
            apprehensive for the experiment, and after
            all would advise your lordship to recur
            to the very excellent scheme of the common-council
            men.
          
         
            There is only one point more which
            it remains for me to discuss. I have already
            taken it for granted, that you are
            offered your choice of every post that exists
            in the government of this country.
            Here again, if you were to consult friends
            less knowing than myself, you would be
            presented with nothing but jarring and
            discordant opinions. Some would say,
            George, take it, and some, George, let it
            alone. For my part, my lord, I would
            advise you to do neither the one nor the
            other. Fickleness and instability, your
            lordship will please to observe, are of the
            very essence of a real statesman. Who
            were the greatest statesmen this country
            ever had to boast? They were, my lord,
            the two Villiers's, dukes of Buckingham.
            Did not the first of these take his young
            master to the kingdom of Spain, in order
            to marry the infanta, and then break
            off the match for no cause at all? Did
            he not afterwards involve the nation in
            a quarrel with the king of France, only
            because her most christian majesty would
            not let him go to bed to her? What was
            the character of the second duke? This
            nobleman,
          
         
            
            Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was every thing by starts, and nothing long, But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.
 
  
          
         
            My lord, I do not flatter you so far as
            to suppose that your abilities are as great,
            or that you will ever make so distinguished
            a figure as either of these noblemen.
            But I would have you imitate them in
            your humbler circle, and venture greatly,
            though the honour you should derive
            from it, should be only, that you greatly
            fell. Accept therefore, my lord, of one
            of the principal responsible offices without
            thought and without hesitation.
            Through terror or manly spirit, or whatever
            you choose to call it, resign again
            the next day. As soon as you have done
            this, make interest for another place, and
            if you can obtain it, throw it up as soon
            again. This, my lord, is not, as an ignorant
            and coxcomical writer has represented
            it, "the vibration of a pendulum,"
            but a conduct, wise, manly,
            judicious, and heroic. Who does not
            know, that the twinkling stars are of a
            more excellent nature, than those which
            shine upon us with unremitted lustre?
            Who does not know that the comet,
            which appears for a short time, and vanishes
            again for revolving years, is more
            gazed upon than either? But I am afraid
            the comet is too sublime an idea for your
            lordship's comprehension. I would therefore
            recommend to you, to make the
            cracker the model of your conduct. You
            should snap and bounce at regular intervals;
            at one moment you should seem a
            blazing star, and the next be lost in trackless
            darkness.
          
         
            My lord, there is nothing, which at
            all times I have taken more pains to subdue,
            than that overweening pride, and
            immeasurable conceit, which are the principal
            features of your lordship's character.
            Nature, indeed, has furnished you with
            one corrective to them, or they must infallibly
            have damned you. It is timidity.
            Other people may laugh at this
            quality. For my part I esteem it worthy
            the loudest praise and most assiduous cultivation.
            When the balance hangs in
            doubt between the adventurousness of
            vanity and the frigidity of fear, ever incline
            to the latter side. I had rather your
            lordship should be a coward, than a coxcomb.
            If however you could attain to
            that reasonable and chastised opinion of
            yourself, which should steer a proper
            mean between these extremes, should
            make you feel your strength, when menaced
            by the most terrible adversaries,
            and your weakness, when soothed by the
            most fawning parasites, this, my lord,
            would be the highest perfection to which
            you could possibly attain. I will therefore
            close my epistle with the discussion
            of a case, which your lordship may think
            parallel to the species of behaviour I have
            recommended to your cultivation. I mean
            that of the celebrated and incomparable
            earl Granville, in the year 1746. I will
            show you what this nobleman did, and
            in how many particulars you must for
            ever hope in vain to resemble him.
          
         
            I remember, my lord, that you and
            I once studied together the History of
            England, in Question and Answer. If
            your lordship recollects, the year 1746
            began in the very height of the celebrated
            rebellion. The ministers of the sovereign
            at this time, were, that mixed and
            plausible character, Mr. Pelham, and that
            immortalized booby, the duke of Newcastle.
            These gentlemen possessed their
            full proportion of that passion, so universally
            incident to the human frame, the
            love of power. They had formed such
            a connection with the monied interest of
            the kingdom, that no administration
            could go on without them. Conscious
            to this circumstance, they had no toleration
            for a rival, they could "bear no
            brother near the throne." From this
            sentiment, they had driven that most able
            minister I have mentioned, from the cabinet
            of his sovereign, in no very justifiable
            manner, about twelve months before.
            The same jealousy kept alive their suspicions:
            they knew the partiality of their
            master: they imagined their antagonist
            still lurked behind the curtain. The distresses
            of the kingdom were to them the
            ladder of ambition. This was the language
            they held to their sovereign: "The
            enemy is already advanced into the
            heart of your majesty's dominions.
            We know that you cannot do without
            us. You must therefore listen
            with patience to what we shall dictate.
            Drive from your presence for
            ever the wisest and the ablest of all
            your counsellors. This is the only
            condition, upon which we will continue
            to serve you in this perilous moment."
            Majesty, as it was but natural,
            was disgusted with this language.
            The Pelhams resigned. Lord Granville
            accepted the seals. And he held them
            I believe for something more than a
            fortnight.
          
         
            My lord, I will tell you, what were the
            Pelhams, and what was the true character
            of lord Granville. Whatever may be
            said, and much I think may justly be
            said, in favour of the former, they were
            not men of genius. Capable of conducting,
            and willing upon the whole to conduct
            with loyalty and propriety the affairs
            of their country, while they kept within
            the beaten channel, they were not born
            to grapple with arduous situations. They
            had not that commanding spirit of adventure,
            which leads a man into the path of
            supererogation and voluntary service: they
            had not that firm and collected fortitude
            which induces a man to look danger in
            the face, to encounter it in all its force,
            and to drive it from all its retrenchments.
            They were particularly attached to the
            patronage, which is usually annexed to
            their high situations. They did not come
            into power by the voice of the people.
            They were not summoned to assume the
            administration by a vote of the house of
            commons. They were introduced into
            the cabinet by an inglorious and guilty
            compromise of sir Robert Walpole; a
            compromise, that shunned the light; a
            compromise, that reflected indelible disgrace
            upon every individual concerned in
            it. We will suppose them ever so much
            in the right in the instance before us.
            For certainly, the same responsibility, that
            ought to remove a minister from the
            helm, when he is become obnoxious to
            his countrymen, equally makes it improper,
            that he should be originally appointed
            by the fancy or capricious partiality
            of the sovereign. But were they
            over so much in the right, it will yet
            remain true, that they took a poor and
            ungenerous advantage of the personal
            distresses of their master, which men
            of a large heart, and of sterling genius,
            could never have persuaded themselves to
            take.
          
         
            Such were the ministers, whom it
            appears that king George the second
            would have had no objection to strip of
            their employments. I will tell you who
            it was, that he was willing to have substituted
            in their place. It was a man
            of infinite genius. His taste was a standard
            to those, who were most attached
            to the fine arts, and most uninterruptedly
            conversant with them. His eloquence
            was splendid, animated, and engaging.
            Of all the statesmen then existing
            in Europe, he was perhaps the
            individual, who best understood the interests
            and the politics of all her courts.
            But your lordship may probably find it
            somewhat more intelligible, if I take the
            other side of the picture, and tell you
            what he was not. He was not a man
            of fawning and servility. He did not
            rest his ambitious pretensions upon any
            habitual adroitness, upon the arts of
            wheedling, and the tones of insinuation.
            He rested them upon the most solid talents,
            and the most brilliant accomplishments.
            He did not creep into the closet
            of his sovereign uncalled, and endeavour
            to make himself of consequence by assiduities
            and officiousness. He pleaded for
            years, in a manly and ingenuous manner,
            the cause of the people in parliament.
            It was by a popularity, great, and almost
            without exception, that he was introduced
            into power. When defeated by
            the undermining and contemptible art of
            his rivals; when convinced that it was
            impossible for him, to employ his abilities
            with success in the service of his
            country, he retired. And it was only
            by the personal intreaties of his sovereign,
            and to assist him in that arduous
            and difficult situation, in which those
            who ought to have served, deserted him,
            that he once again accepted of office.
            He accepted it, for the temporary
            benefit of his country, and till those
            persons, who only could come into administration
            with efficiency and advantage,
            should again resume their places.
            He made way for them without a struggle.
            He did not pretend to set practical
            impotence, though accompanied with
            abilities incomparably the superior, against
            that influence and connexion by which
            they were supported. Of consequence,
            my lord, his memory will always be respected
            and cherished by the bulk of
            mankind.
          
         
            I do not mean to propose him to your
            lordship for a model. I never imagined
            that your talents qualified you for the
            most distant resemblance of him; and I
            wished to convince you how inferior they
            were. Beside, my lord, he did not act
            upon the Machiavelian plan. His system
            was that of integrity, frankness,
            and confidence. He desired to meet
            his enemies; and the more extensive
            the ground upon which he could meet
            them, the better. I was never idle
            enough to think of such a line of conduct
            for your lordship. Go on then in
            those crooked paths, and that invisible
            direction, for which nature has so eminently
            fitted you. Intrench yourself behind
            the letter of the law. Avoid,
            carefully avoid, the possibility of any
            sinister evidence. And having uniformly
            taken these precautions, defy all the
            malice of your enemies. They may
            threaten, but they shall never hurt you.
            They may make you tremble and shrink
            with fancied terrors, but they shall never
            be able to man so much as a straw
            against you. Immortality, my lord, is
            suspended over your head. Do not
            shudder at the sound. It shall not be
            an immortality of infamy. It shall only
            be an immortality of contempt.
          
         
            THE END.
          
       
      
         
            AN ACCOUNT OF THE SEMINARY
            That will be opened
            On MONDAY the Fourth Day of AUGUST,
            At EPSOM in SURREY,
            For the INSTRUCTION of
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            IN
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            M.DCC.LXXXIII.
          
         
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            The two principal objects of human
            power are government and
            education. They have accordingly engrossed
            a very large share in the disquisitions
            of the speculative in all ages. The
            subject of the former indeed is man, already
            endowed with his greatest force of
            body, and arrived at the exercise of his
            intellectual powers: the subject of the
            latter is man, as yet shut up in the feebleness
            of childhood, and the imbecility of
            inexperience. Civil society is great and
            unlimited in its extent; the time has
            been, when the whole known world was
            in a manner united in one community:
            but the sphere of education has always
            been limited. It is for nations to produce
            the events, that enchant the imagination,
            and ennoble the page of history:
            infancy must always pass away in the unimportance
            of mirth, and the privacy of
            retreat. That government however is a
            theme so much superior to education, is
            not perhaps so evident, as we may at first
            imagine.
          
         
            It is indeed wider in its extent, but it
            is infinitely less absolute in its power.
            The state of society is incontestibly artificial;
            the power of one man over another
            must be always derived from convention,
            or from conquest; by nature
            we are equal. The necessary consequence
            is, that government must always depend
            upon the opinion of the governed. Let
            the most oppressed people under heaven
            once change their mode of thinking,
            and they are free. But the inequality of
            parents and children is the law of our
            nature, eternal and uncontrolable.—Government
            is very limited in its power
            of making men either virtuous or happy;
            it is only in the infancy of society that
            it can do any thing considerable; in its
            maturity it can only direct a few of our
            outward actions. But our moral dispositions
            and character depend very much,
            perhaps entirely, upon education.—Children
            indeed are weak and imbecil; but
            it is the imbecility of spring, and not
            that of autumn; the imbecility that
            verges towards power, and not that is
            already exhausted with performance. To
            behold heroism in its infancy, and immortality
            in the bud, must be a most attractive
            object. To mould those pliant
            dispositions, upon which the happiness
            of multitudes may one day depend, must
            be infinitely important.
          
         
            Proportionable to what we have stated
            to be the importance of the subject, is
            the attention that has been afforded it in
            the republic of letters. The brightest
            wits, and the profoundest philosophers
            have emulated each other in their endeavours
            to elucidate so valuable a theme.
            In vain have pedants urged the stamp of
            antiquity, and the approbation of custom;
            there is scarcely the scheme so visionary,
            the execution of which has not
            at some time or other been attempted.
            Of the writers upon this interesting subject,
            he perhaps that has produced the
            most valuable treatise is Rousseau. If
            men of equal abilities have explored this
            ample field, I know of none, however,
            who have so thoroughly investigated the
            first principles of the science, or who
            have treated it so much at large. If he
            have indulged to a thousand agreeable visions,
            and wandered in the pursuit of
            many a specious paradox, he has however
            richly repaid us for this defect, by the
            profoundest researches, and the most solid
            discoveries.
          
         
            I have borrowed so many of my ideas
            from this admirable writer, that I thought
            it necessary to make this acknowledgement
            in the outset. The learned reader
            will readily perceive, that if I have not
            scrupled to profit from his discoveries, at
            least I have freely and largely dissented
            from him, where he appeared to me to
            wander from the path of truth. For my
            own part, I am persuaded that it can
            only be by striking off something of inflexibility
            from his system, and something
            of pedantry from the common
            one, that we can expect to furnish a
            medium, equally congenial to the elegance
            of civilization, and the manliness
            of virtue.
          
         
            In pursuance of these principles it
            shall be my first business to enquire,
            whether or not the languages ought to
            make any part of a perfect system of
            education; and if they ought, at what
            time they should be commenced. The
            study of them does indeed still retain its
            ground in our public schools and universities.
            But it has received a rude
            shock from some writers of the present
            age; nor has any attack been more formidable,
            than that of the author of
            Emile. Let us endeavour to examine
            the question, neither with the cold prejudice
            of antiquity on the one hand;
            nor on the other, with the too eager
            thirst of novelty, and unbounded admiration
            of the geniuses, by whom it has
            been attacked.
          
         
            When we look back to the venerable
            ancients, we behold a class of writers, if
            not of a much higher rank, at least of a
            very different character, from the moderns.
            One natural advantage they indisputably
            possessed. The field of nature
            was all their own. It had not yet
            been blasted by any vulgar breath, or
            touched with a sacrilegious hand. Its
            fairest flowers had not been culled, and
            its choicest sweets rifled before them.
            As they were not encumbered and hedged
            in with the multitude of their predecessors,
            they did not servilely borrow their
            knowledge from books; they read it in
            the page of the universe. They studied
            nature in all her romantic scenes, and all
            her secret haunts. They studied men in
            the various ranks of society, and in different
            nations of the world. I might
            add to this several other advantages. Of
            these the noble freedom of mind that
            was characteristic of the republicans of
            Greece and Rome, and that has scarcely
            any parallel among ourselves, would not
            be the least.
          
         
            Agreeably to these advantages, they
            almost every where, particularly among
            the Greeks, bear upon them the stamp
            of originality. All copies are feeble and
            unmarked. They sacrifice the plainness
            of nature to the gaudiness of ornament,
            and the tinsel of wit. But the ancients
            are full of a noble and affecting simplicity.
            By one touch of nature and observation
            they paint a scene more truly,
            than their successors are able to do in
            whole wire-drawn pages. In description
            they are unequalled. Their eloquence
            is fervent, manly and sonorous. Their
            thoughts are just, natural, independent
            and profound. The pathos of Virgil,
            and the sublimity of Homer, have never
            been surpassed. And as their knowledge
            was not acquired in learned indolence,
            they knew how to join the severest application
            with the brightest genius. Accordingly
            in their style they have united
            simplicity, eloquence and harmony, in
            a manner of which the moderns have
            seldom had even an idea. The correctness
            of a Caesar, and the sonorous period
            of a Cicero; the majesty of a Virgil,
            and the politeness of a Horace, are such
            as no living language can express.
          
         
            It is the remark of a certain old-fashioned
            writer, "The form of the
            world passeth away." A century or two
            ago the greatest wits were known to have
            pathetically lamented, that the writers, of
            whose merits I have been speaking, were
            handed down to us in so mutilated a condition.
            Now it seems very probable,
            that, if their works were totally annihilated,
            it would scarcely call forth a sigh
            from the refined geniuses of the present
            age. It is certainly very possible to carry
            the passion for antiquity to a ridiculous
            extreme. No man can reasonably deny,
            that it is by us only that the true system
            of the universe has been ascertained, and
            that we have made very valuable improvements
            upon many of the arts. No man
            can question that some of our English
            poets have equalled the ancients in sublimity,
            and that, to say the least, our
            neighbours, the French, have emulated
            the elegance of their composition in a
            manner, that is very far indeed from contempt.
            From these concessions however
            we are by no means authorised to infer
            their inutility.
          
         
            But I shall be told that in the first revival
            of letters the study of the ancient
            languages might indeed be very proper;
            but since that time we have had so many
            excellent truncations of every thing they
            contain, that to waste the time, and exhaust
            the activity of our youth in the
            learning of Latin and Greek, is to very
            little purpose indeed. Translation! what
            a strange word! To me I confess it
            appears the most unaccountable invention,
            that ever entered into the mind of man.
            To distil the glowing conceptions, and to
            travesty the beautiful language of the ancients,
            through the medium of a language
            estranged to all its peculiarities and all its
            elegancies.  The best thoughts and expressions
            of an author, those that distinguish
            one writer from another, are precisely
            those that are least capable of being
            translated.  And who are the men
            we are to employ in this promising business?
            Original genius disdains the unmeaning
            drudgery. A mind that has
            one feature resembling the ancients, will
            scarcely stoop to be their translator. The
            persons then, to whom the performance
            must be committed, are persons of cool
            elegance. Endowed with a little barren
            taste, they must be inanimate enough to
            tread with laborious imbecility in the
            footsteps of another. They must be
            eternally incapable of imbibing the spirit,
            and glowing with the fire of their original.
            But we shall seldom come off so
            well as this. The generality of translators
            are either on the one hand mere pedants
            and dealers in words, who, understanding
            the grammatical construction of
            a period, never gave themselves the
            trouble to enquire, whether it conveyed
            either sentiment or instruction; or on
            the other hand mere writers for hire, the
            retainers of a bookseller, men who translate
            Homer from the French, and Horace
            out of Creech.
          
         
            Let it not be said that I am now talking
            at random. Let us descend to examples.
            We need not be afraid of instancing
            in the most favourable. I believe
            it is generally allowed that Mr.
            Pope's Iliad is the very best version that
            was ever made out of one language into
            another. It must be confessed to exhibit
            very many poetical beauties. As a trial
            of skill, as an instance of what can be
            effected upon so forlorn a hope, it must
            ever be admired. But were I to search
            for a true idea of the style and composition
            of Homer, I think I should rather
            recur to the verbal translation in the
            margin of the original, than to the version
            of Pope. Homer is the simplest
            and most unaffected of poets. Of all
            the writers of elegance and taste that
            ever existed, his translator is the most
            ornamented. We acknowledge Homer
            by his loose and flowing robe, that does
            not constrain a muscle of his frame.
            But Pope presents himself in the close
            and ungraceful habit of modern times;
          
         
            
            "Glittering with gems, and stiff with woven gold."
 
  
          
         
            No, let us for once conduct ourselves
            with honesty and generosity. If we will
            not study the ancients in their own nervous
            and manly page, let us close their
            volumes for ever. I had rather, says the
            amiable philosopher of Chaeronea, it
            should be said of me, that there never
            was such a man as Plutarch, than that
            Plutarch was ill-natured, arbitrary, and
            tyrannical. And were I the bard of Venusia,
            sure I am, I had rather be entirely
            forgotten, than not be known for
            the polite, the spirited, and the elegant
            writer I really was.
          
         
            To converse with the accomplished, is
            the obvious method by which to become
            accomplished ourselves. This general
            observation is equally applicable to the
            study of polite writers of our own and
            of other countries. But there are some
            reasons, upon account of which we may
            expect to derive a more perceptible advantage
            from the ancients. They carried
            the art of composition to greater
            heights than any of the moderns. Their
            writers were almost universally of a
            higher rank in society, than ours. There
            did not then exist the temptation of gain
            to spur men on to the profession of an
            author. An industrious modern will
            produce twenty volumes, in the time
            that Socrates employed to polish one
            oration.
          
         
            Another argument flows from the simple
            circumstance of their writing in a
            different language. Of all the requisites
            to the attainment either of a style of our
            own, or a discernment in that of others,
            the first is grammar. Without this, our
            ideas must be always vague and desultory.
            Respecting the delicacies of composition,
            we may guess, but we can never decide
            and demonstrate. Now, of the minutiae
            of grammar, scarcely any man ever attained
            a just knowledge, who was acquainted
            with only one language. And
            if the study of others be the surest, I
            will venture also to pronounce it the
            easiest method for acquiring a mastery in
            philology.
          
         
            From what has been said, I shall consider
            this conclusion as sufficiently established,
            that the languages ought at some
            time to be learned by him who would
            form to himself a perfect character. I
            proceed to my second enquiry, at what
            time the study of them should be commenced?
            And here I think this to be
            the best general answer: at the age of
            ten years.
          
         
            In favour of so early a period one
            reason may be derived from what I have
            just been mentioning.  The knowledge
            of more languages than one, is almost
            an indispensible prerequisite to the just
            understanding either of the subject of
            grammar in particular, or of that of
            style in general.  Now if the cultivation
            of elegance and propriety be at all
            important, it cannot be entered upon
            too soon, provided the ideas are already
            competent to the capacity of the pupil.
            The Roman Cornelia, who never suffered
            a provincial accent, or a grammatical
            barbarism in the hearing of her
            children, has always been cited with
            commendation; and the subsequent rhetorical
            excellence of the Gracchi has
            been in a great degree ascribed to it.
            Fluency, purity and ease are to be acquired
            by insensible degrees: and against
            habits of this kind I apprehend there can
            be no objection.
          
         
            Another argument of still greater importance
            is, that the knowledge of languages
            has scarcely ever been mastered,
            but by those, the commencement of
            whose acquaintance with them was early.
            To be acquainted with any science slightly
            and superficially, can in my opinion be
            productive of little advantage. But such
            an acquaintance with languages must be
            very useless indeed. What benefit can
            it be expected that we should derive from
            an author, whom we cannot peruse with
            facility and pleasure? The study of such
            an author will demand a particular
            strength of resolution, and aptitude of
            humour. He can scarcely become the
            favourite companion of our retirement,
            and the never-failing solace of our cares.
            Something of slow and saturnine must
            be the necessary accompaniment of that
            disposition, that can conquer the difficulties
            of such a pursuit. And accordingly
            we find that the classics and the
            school are generally quitted together,
            even by persons of taste, who have not
            acquired a competent mastery of them
            in their course of education. Very few
            indeed have been those, who, estranged
            to the languages till the age of manhood,
            have after that period obtained such a familiarity
            with them, as could ever be
            productive of any considerable advantage.
          
         
            Brutes and savages are totally unacquainted
            with lassitude and spleen, the
            lust of variety, and the impatience of
            curiosity. In a state of society our ideas
            habitually succeed in a certain proportion,
            and an employment that retards
            their progress, speedily becomes disagreeable
            and tedious. But children, not
            having yet felt this effect of civilization,
            are not susceptible to this cause of disgust.
            They are endowed with a pliableness
            and versatility of mind, that with a
            little attention and management may
            easily be turned to any pursuit. Their
            understandings not yet preoccupied, they
            have a singular facility of apprehending,
            and strength of retention. It is certain
            this pliableness and facility are very liable
            to abuse. It is not easy to believe, that
            they were given to learn words without
            meaning; terms of art, not understood
            by the pupil; the systems of theologians,
            and the jargon of metaphysics. But then
            neither were they given without a capacity
            of being turned to advantage. And
            it should seem that it could not be a very
            fallacious antidote to abuse, to confine
            our instructions to such kinds of knowledge,
            as are of the highest importance,
            and are seldom learned with success, and
            even scarcely attainable, at any other period.
          
         
            Let it be observed that I have not fixed
            upon the age of ten years at random.
            It is the observation of Rousseau; Both
            children and men are essentially feeble.
            Children, because however few be their
            wants, they are unable to supply them.
            Men, in a state of society, because
            whatever be their absolute strength, the
            play of the imagination renders their
            desires yet greater. There is an intermediate
            period, in which our powers
            having made some progress, and the artificial
            and imaginary wants being unknown,
            we are relatively strong. And
            this he represents as the principal period
            of instruction. This remark is indeed
            still more striking, when applied to a
            pupil, the progress of whose imagination
            is sedulously retarded. But it is not
            destitute either of truth or utility in the
            most general application we can possibly
            give it. Let it be observed, that Rousseau
            fixes the commencement of this period
            at twelve years. I would choose to
            take it at ten.
          
         
            However we may find it convenient to
            distribute the productions of nature into
            classes, and her operations into epochas,
            yet let it be remembered, that her progress
            is silent and imperceptible. Between
            a perfect animal and vegetable,
            the distinction is of the highest order.
            Between distant periods we may remark
            the most important differences. But the
            gradations of nature are uninterrupted.
            Of her chain every link is compleat.
            As therefore I shall find in commencing
            at ten years, that my time will be barely
            sufficient for the purposes to which I
            would appropriate it, I consider this circumstance
            as sufficient to determine my
            election. A youth of ten years is omnipotent,
            if we contrast him with a youth
            of eight.
          
         
            But if the languages constitute so valuable
            a part of a just system of education,
            the next question is, in what manner
            they are to be taught. Indeed, I
            believe, if the persons employed in the
            business of education had taken half the
            pains to smooth the access to this department
            of literature, that they have employed
            to plant it round with briars and
            thorns, its utility and propriety, in the
            view we are now considering it, would
            scarcely have been questioned.
          
         
            There is something necessarily disgusting
            in the forms of grammar. Grammar
            therefore is made in our public
            schools the business of a twelvemonth.
            Rules are heaped upon rules with laborious
            stupidity. To render them the
            more formidable, they are presented to
            our youth in the very language, the first
            principles of which they are designed to
            teach. For my own part, I am persuaded
            the whole business of grammar
            may be dispatched in a fortnight. I
            would only teach the declensions of
            nouns, and the inflexions of verbs. For
            the rest, nothing is so easily demonstrated,
            as that the auxiliary sciences are
            best communicated in connection with
            their principals. Chronology, geography,
            are never so thoroughly understood,
            as by him that treats them literally as
            the handmaids of history. He, who is
            instructed in Latin with clearness and
            accuracy, will never be at a loss for the
            rules of grammar.
          
         
            But to complete the disgust we seem
            so careful to inspire, the learned languages
            are ever surrounded with the severity
            verity of discipline; and it would probably
            be thought little short of sacrilege
            to discompose their features with a smile.
            Such a mode of proceeding can never be
            sufficiently execrated.
          
         
            Indeed, I shall be told, "this is the
            time to correct the native vices of the
            mind. In childhood the influence of
            pain and mortification is comparatively
            trifling. What then can be more judicious
            than to accumulate upon this
            period, what must otherwise fall with
            tenfold mischief upon the age of maturity?"
            In answer to this reasoning,
            let it be first considered, how many
            there are, who by the sentence of nature
            are called out of existence, before they
            can live to reap these boasted advantages.
            Which of you is there, that has not at
            some time regretted that age, in which a
            smile is ever upon the countenance, and
            peace and serenity at the bottom of the
            heart? How is it you can consent to
            deprive these little innocents of an enjoyment,
            that slides so fast away? How is
            it you can find in your heart to pall these
            fleeting years with bitterness and slavery?
            The undesigning gaiety of youth has the
            strongest claim upon your humanity.
            There is not in the world a truer object
            of pity, than a child terrified at every
            glance, and watching, with anxious uncertainty,
            the caprices of a pedagogue.
            If he survive, the liberty of manhood is
            dearly bought by so many heart aches.
            And if he die, happy to escape your
            cruelty, the only advantage he derives
            from the sufferings you have inflicted, is
            that of not regretting a life, of which
            he knew nothing but the torments.
          
         
            But who is it that has told you, that
            the certain, or even the probable consequences
            of this severity are beneficial?
            Nothing is so easily proved, as that the
            human mind is pure and spotless, as it
            came from the hands of God, and that
            the vices of which you complain, have
            their real source in those shallow and
            contemptible precautions, that you pretend
            to employ against them. Of all the
            conditions to which we are incident,
            there is none so unpropitious to whatever
            is ingenuous and honourable, as that of a
            slave. It plucks away by the root all
            sense of dignity, and all manly confidence.
            In those nations of antiquity,
            most celebrated for fortitude and heroism,
            their youth had never their haughty and
            unsubmitting neck bowed to the inglorious
            yoke of a pedagogue. To borrow
            the idea of that gallant assertor of humanity,
            sir Richard Steele: I will not
            say that our public schools have not produced
            many great and illustrious characters;
            but I will assert, there was not one
            of those characters, that would not have
            been more manly and venerable, if they
            had never been subjected to this vile and
            sordid condition.
          
         
            Having thus set aside the principal
            corruptions of modern education, the
            devising methods for facilitating the acquisition
            of languages will not be difficult.
            The first books put into the hands
            of a pupil should be simple, interesting,
            and agreeable. By their means, he will
            perceive a reasonableness and a beauty in
            the pursuit. If he be endowed by nature
            with a clear understanding, and the
            smallest propensity to literature, he will
            need very little to stimulate him either
            from hope or fear.
          
         
            Attentive to the native gaiety of youth,
            the periods, in which his attention is required,
            though frequent in their returns,
            should in their duration be short and inoppressive.
            The pupil should do nothing
            merely because he is seen or heard by
            his preceptor. If he have companions,
            still nothing more is requisite, than that
            degree of silence and order, which shall
            hinder the attention of any from being
            involuntarily diverted. The pupil has
            nothing to conceal, and no need of falsehood.
            The approbation of the preceptor
            respects only what comes directly under
            his cognizance, and cannot be disguised.
            Even here, remembering the volatility
            and sprightliness, inseparable from
            the age, humanity will induce him not
            to animadvert with warmth upon the appearances
            of a casual distraction, but he
            will rather solicit the return of attention
            by gentleness, than severity.
          
         
            But of all rules, the most important is
            that of preserving an uniform, even tenour
            of conduct. Into the government
            of youth passion and caprice should never
            enter. The gentle yoke of the preceptor
            should be confounded as much as possible,
            with the eternal laws of nature and
            necessity. The celebrated maxim of republican
            government should be adopted
            here. The laws should speak, and the
            magistrate be silent. The constitution
            should be for ever unchangeable and independent
            of the character of him that
            administers it.
          
         
            Nothing can certainly be more absurd
            than the attempt to educate children by
            reason. We may be sure they will treat
            every determination as capricious, that
            shocks their inclination. The chef
               d'oeuvre of a good education is to form
            a reasonable human being; and yet they
            pretend to govern a child by argument
            and ratiocination. This is to enter upon
            the work at the wrong end, and to endeavour
            to convert the fabric itself into
            one of the tools by which it is constructed.
            The laws of the preceptor
            ought to be as final and inflexible, as
            they are mild and humane.
          
         
            There is yet another method for facilitating
            the acquisition of languages, so
            just in itself, and so universally practicable,
            that I cannot forbear mentioning
            it. It is that of commencing with the
            modern languages, French for instance
            in this country. These in the education
            of our youth, are universally postponed
            to what are stiled the learned languages.
            I shall perhaps be told that modern
            tongues being in a great measure derived
            from the Latin, the latter is very properly
            to be considered as introductory to
            the former. But why then do we not
            adopt the same conduct in every instance?
            Why to the Latin do we not premise the
            Greek, and to the Greek the Coptic and
            Oriental tongues? Or how long since is
            it, that the synthetic has been proved so
            much superior to the analytic mode of
            instruction? In female education, the
            modern languages are taught without all
            this preparation; nor do I find that our
            fair rivals are at all inferior to the generality
            of our sex in their proficiency.
            With the youth of sense and spirit of
            both sexes, the learning of French is
            usually considered, rather as a pleasure,
            than a burden. Were the Latin communicated
            in the same mild and accommodating
            manner, I think I may venture
            to pronounce, that thus taken in the second
            place, there will be no great difficulty
            in rendering it equally attractive.
          
         
            I would just observe that there is an
            obvious propriety in the French language
            being learned under the same direction,
            as the Latin and Greek. The pursuit of
            this elegant accomplishment ought at no
            time to be entirely omitted. But the attention
            of youth is distracted between the
            method of different masters, and their
            amiable confidence, in the direction under
            which they are placed, entirely ruined
            by mutability and inconstance. The
            same observation may also be applied
            here, as in the learned languages. The
            attention of the pupil should be confined
            as much as possible to the most classical
            writers; and the French would furnish
            a most useful subsidiary in a course of
            history. Let me add, that though I have
            prescribed the age of ten years, as the
            most eligible for the commencement of
            classical education, I conceive there
            would be no impropriety in taking up
            the modern language so early as nine.
          
         
            Such then is the kind of subjection,
            that the learning of languages demands.
            The question that recurs upon us is; How
            far this subjection may fairly be considered
            as exceptionable, and whether its
            beneficial consequences do not infinitely
            outweigh the trifling inconveniences that
            may still be ascribed to it?
          
         
            But there is another subject that demands
            our consideration. Modern education
            not only corrupts the heart of
            our youth, by the rigid slavery to which
            it condemns them, it also undermines
            their reason, by the unintelligible jargon
            with which they are overwhelmed in the
            first instance, and the little attention,
            that is given to the accommodating their
            pursuits to their capacities in the second.
          
         
            Nothing can have a greater tendency
            to clog and destroy the native activity of
            the mind, than the profuseness with
            which the memory of children is loaded,
            by nurses, by mothers, by masters.
            What can more corrupt the judgment,
            than the communicating, without measure,
            and without end, words entirely devoid
            of meaning? What can have a
            more ridiculous influence upon our taste,
            than for the first verses to which our attention
            is demanded, to consist of such
            strange and uncouth jargon? To complete
            the absurdity, and that we may
            derive all that elegance and refinement
            from the study of languages, that it is
            calculated to afford, our first ideas of
            Latin are to be collected from such authors,
            as Corderius, Erasmus, Eutropius,
            and the Selectae. To begin indeed
            with the classical writers, is not the way
            to smooth the path of literature. I am
            of opinion however, that one of the
            above-mentioned authors will be abundantly
            sufficient. Let it be remembered,
            that the passage from the introductory
            studies to those authors, that form the
            very essence of the language, will be
            much facilitated by the previous acquisition
            of the French.
          
         
            Having spoken of the article of memory,
            let me be permitted to mention
            the practice, that has of late gained so
            great a vogue; the instructing children
            in the art of spouting and acting plays.
            Of all the qualities incident to human
            nature, the most universally attractive is
            simplicity, the most disgusting is affectation.
            Now what idea has a child of
            the passions of a hero, and the distresses
            of royalty? But he is taught the most
            vehement utterance, and a thousand constrained
            cadences, without its being possible
            that he should see in them, either
            reasonableness or propriety.
          
         
            I would not have a child required to
            commit any thing to memory more than
            is absolutely necessary. If, however, he
            be a youth of spirit, he will probably
            learn some things in this manner, and
            the sooner because it is not expected of
            him. It will be of use for him to repeat
            these with a grave and distinct voice,
            accommodated to those cadences, which
            the commas, the periods, and the notes
            of interrogation, marked in his author,
            may require, but without the smallest
            instruction to humour the gay, or to sadden
            the plaintive.
          
         
            Another article, that makes a conspicuous
            figure in the education of our
            youth, is composition. Before they are
            acquainted with the true difference between
            verse and prose, before they are
            prepared to decide upon the poetical
            merit of Lily and Virgil, they are called
            upon to write Latin verse themselves.
            In the same manner some of their first
            prose compositions are in a dead language.
            An uniform, petty, ridiculous
            scheme is laid down, and within that
            scheme all their thoughts are to be circumscribed.
          
         
            Composition is certainly a desirable
            art, and I think can scarcely be entered
            upon too soon. It should be one end
            after which I would endeavour, and the
            mode of effecting it will be farther illustrated
            in the sequel, to solicit a pupil to
            familiarity, and to induce him to disclose
            his thoughts upon such subjects as were
            competent to his capacity, in an honest
            and simple manner. After having thus
            warmed him by degrees, it might be
            proper to direct him to write down his
            thoughts, without any prescribed method,
            in the natural and spontaneous
            manner, in which they flowed from his
            mind. Thus the talk of throwing his
            reflections upon paper would be facilitated
            to him, and his style gradually
            formed, without teaching him any kind
            of restraint and affectation. To the
            reader who enters at all into my ideas
            upon the subject, it were needless to
            subjoin, that I should never think of
            putting a youth upon the composition of
            verse.
          
         
            From all I have said it will be sufficiently
            evident, that it would be a constant
            object with me to model my instructions
            to the capacity of my pupil.
            They are books, that beyond all things
            teach us to talk without thinking, and
            use words without meaning. To this
            evil there can be no complete remedy.
            But shall we abolish literature, because it
            is not unaccompanied with inconveniencies?
            Shall we return to a state of savage
            ignorance, because all the advantages of
            civilization have their attendant disadvantages?
          
         
            The only remedy that can be applied,
            is to accustom ourselves to clear and accurate
            investigation. To prefer, whereever
            we can have recourse to it, the book
            of nature to any human composition.
            To begin with the latter as late as may
            be consistent with the most important
            purposes of education. And when we
            do begin, so to arrange our studies, as
            that we may commence with the simplest
            and easiest sciences, and proportion our
            progress to the understanding of the
            pupil.
            With respect to grammar in particular,
            the declensions of nouns, and the inflexions
            of verbs, we may observe, that
            to learn words to which absolutely no
            ideas are affixed, is not to learn to think
            loosely, and to believe without being
            convinced. These certainly can never
            corrupt the mind. And I suppose no
            one will pretend, that to learn grammar,
            is to be led to entertain inaccurate notions
            of the subjects, about which it is
            particularly conversant. On the contrary,
            the ideas of grammar are exceedingly
            clear and accurate. It has, in my
            opinion, all those advantages, by which
            the study of geometry is usually recommended,
            without any of its disadvantages.
            It tends much to purge the understanding,
            to render it close in its investigations,
            and sure in its decisions. It
            introduces more easily and intelligibly
            than mathematical science, that most
            difficult of all the mental operations,
            abstraction. It imperceptibly enlarges
            our conceptions, and generalises our
            ideas.
          
         
            But if to read its authors, be the most
            valuable purpose of learning a language,
            the grammar will not be sufficient. Other
            books will be necessary. And how shall
            these be chosen, so as not to leave behind
            us the understanding of our pupil? Shall
            we introduce him first to the sublime
            flights of Virgil, the philosophical investigations
            of a Cicero, or the refined
            elegance and gay satire of Horace? Alas!
            if thus introduced unprepared to the
            noblest heights of science, how can it be
            expected that his understanding should
            escape the shipwreck, and every atom of
            common sense not be dashed and scattered
            ten thousand ways?
          
         
            The study then I would here introduce,
            should be that of history. And
            that this study is not improper to the
            age with which I connect it, is the second
            point I would endeavour to demonstrate.
          
         
            But is history, I shall be asked, the
            study so proper for uninstructed minds?
            History, that may in some measure be
            considered as concentring in itself the
            elements of all other sciences? History,
            by which we are informed of the rise
            and progress of every art, and by whose
            testimony the comparative excellence of
            every art is ascertained? History, the
            very testimony of which is not to be admitted,
            without the previous trial of metaphysical
            scrutiny, and philosophic investigation?
            Lastly, History, that is
            to be considered as a continual illustration
            of the arts of fortification and tactics;
            but above all of politics, with its various
            appendages, commerce, manufacture,
            finances?
          
         
            To all this, I calmly answer, No: it
            is not history in any of these forms, that
            constitutes the science to which I would
            direct the attention of my pupil. Of
            the utility of the history of arts and
            sciences, at least, as a general study, I
            have no very high opinion. But were
            my opinion ever so exalted, I should certainly
            chuse to postpone this study for
            the present. I should have as little to
            do with tactics and fortification. I would
            avoid as much as possible the very subject
            of war. Politics, commerce, finances,
            might easily be deferred. I would keep
            far aloof from the niceties of chronology,
            and the dispute of facts. I would not
            enter upon the study of history through
            the medium of epitome. I would even
            postpone the general history of nations,
            to the character and actions of particular
            men.
          
         
            Many of the articles I have mentioned,
            serve to compose the pedantry of history.
            Than history, no science has been more
            abused. It has been studied from ostentation;
            it has been studied with the narrow
            views of little minds; it has been
            warped to serve a temporary purpose.
            Ingenious art has hung it round with a
            thousand subtleties, and a thousand disputes.
            The time has at length arrived,
            when it requires an erect understanding,
            and a penetrating view, above the common
            rate, to discover the noble purposes,
            which this science is most immediately
            calculated to subserve.
          
         
            In a word, the fate of history has been
            like that of travelling. The institution
            has been preserved, but its original use is
            lost. One man travels from fashion, and
            another from pride. One man travels to
            measure buildings, another to examine
            pictures, and a third perhaps to learn to
            dance. Scarcely any remember that its
            true application is to study men and
            manners. Perhaps a juster idea cannot
            be given of the science we are considering,
            than that which we may deduce
            from a reflection of Rousseau. "The
            ancient historians," says he, "are
            crowded with those views of things,
            from which we may derive the utmost
            utility, even though the facts that
            suggest them, should be mistaken. But
            we are unskilled to derive any real advantage
            from history. The critique of
            erudition absorbs every thing; as if it
            imported us much whether the relation
            were true, provided we could extract
            from it any useful induction. Men
            of sense ought to regard history as a
            tissue of fables, whose moral is perfectly
            adapted to the human heart."
          
         
            The mere external actions of men are
            not worth the studying: Who would
            have ever thought of going through a
            course of history, if the science were
            comprised in a set of chronological tables?
            No: it is the hearts of men we
            should study. It is to their actions, as
            expressive of disposition and character, we
            should attend. But by what is it that
            we can be advanced thus far, but by specious
            conjecture, and plausible inference?
            The philosophy of a Sallust, and the sagacity
            of a Tacitus, can only advance us
            to the regions of probability. But whatever
            be the most perfect mode of historical
            composition, it is to the simplest
            writers that our youth should be first introduced,
            writers equally distant from the
            dry detail of Du Fresnoy, and the unrivalled
            eloquence of a Livy. The translation
            of Plutarch would, in my opinion,
            form the best introduction. As he is not
            a writer of particular elegance, he suffers
            less from a version, than many others.
            The Roman revolutions of Vertot might
            very properly fill the second place. Each
            of these writers has this further recommendation,
            that, at least, in the former
            part of their works, they treat of that
            simplicity and rectitude of manners of
            the first Greeks and Romans, that furnish
            the happiest subject that can be devised
            for the initiating youth in the study
            of history.
          
         
            Under the restrictions I have laid
            down, history is of all sciences the most
            simple. It has been ever considered by
            philosophers, as the porch of knowledge.
            It has ever been treated by men of literature,
            as the relaxation of their feverer
            pursuits. It leads directly to the most
            important of all attainments, the knowledge
            of the heart. It introduces us,
            without expence, and without danger, to
            an acquaintance with manners and society.
            By the most natural advances it
            points us forward to all the depths of
            science. With the most attractive blandishments
            it forms us by degrees to an
            inextinguishable thirst of literature.
          
         
            But there is still an objection remaining,
            and that the most important of all.
            Let history be stripped as much as you
            will of every extraneous circumstance, let
            it be narrowed to the utmost simplicity,
            there is still one science previously necessary.
            It is that of morals. If you
            see nothing in human conduct, but purely
            the exterior and physical movements,
            what is it that history teaches? Absolutely
            nothing; and the science devoid of
            interest, becomes incapable of affording
            either pleasure or instruction. We may
            add, that the more perfectly it is made a
            science of character and biography, the
            more indispensible is ethical examination.
            But to such an examination it has been
            doubted whether the understandings of children
            be competent. Upon this question
            I will beg leave to say a few words,
            and I have done.
          
         
            It is scarcely necessary to observe, that
            I do not speak here of ethics as an abstract
            science, but simply as it relates to
            practice, and the oeconomy of human
            life. Our enquiry therefore is respecting
            the time at which that intuitive faculty
            is generally awakened, by which we decide
            upon the differences of virtue and
            vice, and are impelled to applaud the one,
            and condemn the other.
          
         
            The moment in which the faculty of
            memory begins to unfold itself, the man
            begins to exist as a moral being. Not
            long posterior to this, is the commencement
            of prescience and foresight. Rousseau
            has told us, in his animated language,
            that if a child could escape a whipping,
            or obtain a paper of sweetmeats, by promising
            to throw himself out at window
            tomorrow, the promise would instantly
            be made. Nothing is more contrary to
            experience than this. It is true, death,
            or any such evils, of which he has no
            clear conception, do not strongly affect
            him in prospect. But by the view of
            that which is palpable and striking, he is
            as much influenced as any man, however
            extensive his knowledge, however large
            his experience. It is only by seizing
            upon the activity and earnestness incident
            to youthful pursuits, and totally banishing
            the idea of what is future, that we
            can destroy its influence. Their minds,
            like a sheet of white paper, are susceptible
            to every impression. Their brain,
            uncrouded with a thousand confused
            traces, is a cause, that every impression
            they receive is strong and durable.
          
         
            The aera of foresight is the aera of imagination,
            and imagination is the grand
            instrument of virtue. The mind is the
            seat of pleasure and pain. It is not by
            what we see, but by what we infer and
            suppose, that we are taught, that any being
            is the object of commiseration. It
            is by the constant return of the mind to
            the unfortunate object, that we are
            strongly impressed with sympathy. Hence
            it is that the too frequent recurrence of
            objects of distress, at the same time that
            it blunts the imagination, renders the
            heart callous and obdurate.
          
         
            The sentiment that the persons about
            us have life and feeling as well as ourselves,
            cannot be of very late introduction.
            It may be forwarded by cultivation,
            but it can scarcely at any rate be
            very much retarded. For this sentiment
            to become perfectly clear and striking,
            and to be applied in every case that may
            come before us, must undoubtedly be an
            affair gradual in its progress. From
            thence to the feelings of right and wrong,
            of compassion and generosity, there is but
            one step.
          
         
            It has, I think, been fully demonstrated
            by that very elegant philosopher Mr.
            Hutcheson, that self-love is not the
            source of all our passions, but that disinterested
            benevolence has its seat in the
            human heart. At present it is necessary
            for me to take this for granted. The
            discussion would lead me too far from
            my subject. What I would infer from
            it is, that benevolent affections are capable
            of a very early commencement.
            They do not wait to be grafted upon the
            selfish. They have the larger scope in
            youthful minds, as such have not yet
            learned those refinements of interest,
            that are incident to persons of longer experience.
          
         
            Accordingly no observation is more
            common, than that mankind are more
            generous in the earlier periods of their
            life, and that their affections become
            gradually contracted the farther they advance
            in the vale of years. Confidence,
            kindness, benevolence, constitute the entire
            temper of youth. And unless these
            amiable dispositions be blasted in the bud
            by the baneful infusions of ambition,
            vanity and pride, there is nothing with
            which they would not part, to cherish adversity,
            and remunerate favour.
          
         
            Hence we may infer, that the general
            ideas of merit and character are perfectly
            competent to the understanding of children
            of ten years. False glory is the
            farthest in the world from insinuating its
            witchcraft into the undepraved heart,
            where the vain and malignant passions
            have not yet erected their standard. It
            is true, the peculiar sublimities of heroism
            cannot be supposed perfectly within
            his comprehension. But something of
            this sort, as we have already said, is incident
            to every step in the scale of literature.
          
         
            But the more perfectly to familiarise
            to my pupil the understanding and digesting
            whatever he read, I would consider
            it as an indispensible part of my
            business, to talk over with him familiarly
            the subjects, that might necessarily
            demand our attention. I would lead
            him by degrees to relate with clearness
            and precision the story of his author.
            I would induce him to deliver his fair
            and genuine sentiments upon every action,
            and character that came before us.  I
            would frequently call upon him for a
            plain and simple reason for his opinion.
            This should always be done privately,
            without ostentation, and without rivalship.
            Thus, separate from the danger of
            fomenting those passions of envy and
            pride, that prepare at a distance for our
            youth so many mortifications, and at the
            expence of which too frequently this
            accomplishment is attained, I would
            train him to deliver his opinion upon
            every subject with freedom, perspicuity
            and fluency.  Without at any time dictating
            to him the sentiments it became
            him to entertain, I might, with a little
            honed artifice, mould his judgment into
            the form it was most desirable it should
            take, at the same time that I discovered his
            genius, and ascertained the original
            propensities of his mind.
          
         
            It is unnecessary for me to say any
            thing respecting morals in the other sense
            of the word, I mean as they are connected
            with the conduct, the habits of
            which we should endeavour to cultivate
            in a pupil; as that subject has been already
            exhausted. The vices of youth
            spring not from nature, who is equally
            the kind and blameless mother of all her
            children; they derive from the defects
            of education.  We have already endeavoured
            to shut up all the inlets of vice.
            We have precluded servility and cowardice.
            We have taken away the motives
            to concealment and falshood.  By the
            liberal indulgence we have prescribed, we
            have laid the foundation of manly spirit,
            and generous dignity.  A continual attention
            to history, accompanied with the
            cultivation of moral discernment, and
            animated with the examples of heroic
            virtue, could not fail to form the heart
            of the pupil, to all that is excellent.
            At the same time, by assiduous care, the
            shoots of vanity and envy might be
            crushed in the bud. Emulation is a
            dangerous and mistaken principle of
            constancy. Instead of it I would wish
            to see the connection of pupils, consisting
            only of pleasure and generosity.
            They should learn to love, but not to
            hate each other. Benevolent actions
            should not directly be preached to them,
            they should strictly begin in the heart of
            the performer. But when actually done,
            they should receive the most distinguished
            applause.
          
         
            Let me be permitted in this place to
            observe, that the association of a small
            number of pupils seems the most perfect
            mode of education. There is surely
            something unsuitable to the present state
            of mankind, in the wishing to educate
            our youth in perfect solitude. Society
            calls forth a thousand powers both of
            mind and body, that must otherwise
            rust in inactivity. And nothing is more
            clear from experience, than that there
            is a certain tendency to moral depravation
            in very large bodies of this kind, to
            which there has not yet been discovered
            a sufficient remedy.
          
         
            If, by the pursuit of principles like
            these, the powers of the understanding
            and the heart might be developed in
            concert; if the pupils were trained at
            once to knowledge and virtue; if they
            were enabled to look back upon the period
            of their education, without regretting
            one instance of anxious terror, or
            capricious severity; if they recollected
            their tutor with gratitude, and thought
            of their companions, as of those generous
            friends whom they would wish
            for the associates of their life,—in that
            case, the pains of the preceptor would
            not be thrown away.
          
         
            FINIS.
          
       
      
         
            THE
            HERALD OF LITERATURE.
         
         
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               THE
               HERALD OF LITERATURE;
               OR,
               A REVIEW
               OF THE
               MOST CONSIDERABLE PUBLICATIONS
               THAT WILL BE MADE IN THE
               COURSE OF THE ENSUING WINTER:
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               EXTRACTS.
                
         
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            LONDON:
            PRINTED FOR J. MURRAY, NO. 32, FLEET-STREET.
          
         
            M DCC LXXXIV.
          
         
               TO THE
               AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY
               AND
               CRITICAL REVIEWS.
                
         
            GENTLEMEN,
          
         
            In presenting the following sheets to
            the public, I hope I shall not be considered
            as encroaching upon that province,
            which long possession has probably taught
            you to consider as your exclusive right.
            The labour it has cost me, and the many
            perils I have encountered to bring it to
            perfection, will, I trust, effectually plead
            my pardon with persons of your notorious
            candour and humanity. Represent to
            yourselves, Gentlemen, I entreat you,
            the many false keys, bribes to the lacqueys
            of authors that can keep them,
            and collusions with the booksellers of authors
            that cannot, which were required
            in the prosecution of this arduous undertaking.
            Imagine to yourselves how often
            I have shuddered upon the verge of petty
            larceny, and how repeatedly my slumbers
            have been disturbed with visions of the
            King's-Bench Prison and Clerkenwell
            Bridewell. You, gentlemen, sit in your
            easy chair, and with the majesty of a
            Minos or an Aeacus, summon the trembling
            culprits to your bar. But though
            you never knew what fear was, recollect,
            other men have snuffed a candle with
            their fingers.
          
         
            But I would not be misunderstood. Heroical
            as I trust my undertaking proves
            me, I fear no man's censure, and court
            no man's applause. But I look up to you
            as a respectable body of men, who have
            long united your efforts to reduce the disproportioned
            members of an ancient republic
            to an happy equality, to give wings
            to the little emmet of Grub-street, and to
            hew away the excrescences of lawless
            genius with a hatchet. In this character
            I honour you. That you have assumed
            it uncompelled and self-elected, that you
            have exercised it undazzled by the ignis
               fatuus of genius, is your unfading glory.
          
         
            Having thus cleared myself from the
            suspicion of any sinister view, I cannot
            here refrain from presenting you with a
            peace-offering. Had it been in my power
            to procure gums more costly, or incense
            more fragrant, I would have rendered
            it more worthy your acceptance.
          
         
            It has been a subject upon which I have
            often reflected with mortification, that
            the world is too apt to lay aside your lucubrations
            with the occasions that gave
            birth to them, and that if they are ever
            opened after, it is only with old magazines
            by staid matrons over their winter
            fire. Such persons are totally incapable
            of comparing your sentences with the
            maturer verdict of the public; a comparison
            that would redound so much to your
            honour. What I design at present, is
            in some measure to remedy an evil, that
            can never perhaps be entirely removed.
            As the field which is thus opened to me
            is almost unbounded, I will confine myself
            to two of the most striking examples,
            in Tristram Shandy, and the Rosciad of
            Churchill.
          
         
            In the Monthly Review, vol. 24, p,
            103, I find these words:
          
         
            "But your indiscretion, good Mr.
            Tristram, is not all we complain of in
            the volumes before us. We must tax
            you with what you will dread above
            the most terrible of all insinuations—nothing
            less than DULLNESS. Yes, indeed,
            Mr. Tristram, you are dull, very
               dull. Your jaded fancy seems to have
            been exhausted by two pigmy octavos,
            which scarce contained the substance
            of a twelve-penny pamphlet, and we
            now find nothing new to entertain us."
          
         
            The following epithets are selected at random.
            "We are sick—we are quite
            tired—we can no longer bear corporal
            Trim's insipidity—thread-bare—stupid
            and unaffecting—absolutely dull—misapplication
            of talents—he will unavoidably
            sink into contempt."
          
         
            The Critical Review, vol II, p. 212,
            has the following account of the Rosciad:
          
         
            
               "It is natural for young authors to
               conceive themselves the cleverest fellows
               in the world, and withal, that
               there is not the least degree of merit
               subsisting but in their own works: It
               is natural likewise for them to imagine,
               that they may conceal themselves by
               appearing in different shapes, and that
               they are not to be found out by their
               stile; but little do these Connoisseurs in
               writing conceive, how easily they are
               discovered by a veteran in the service.
               In the title-page to this performance
               we are told (by way of quaint conceit),
               that it was written by the author; what if
               it should prove that the Author and the
               ActorA are the same! Certain it is that
               we meet with the same vein of peculiar
               humour, the same turn of thought, the
               same autophilism (there's a new word
               for you to bring into the next poem)
               which we meet with in the other; insomuch
               that we are ready to make the
               conclusion in the author's own words:
             
            A: The Actor, a Poem, by Robert Lloyd, Esq. 
            
            
               "We will not pretend however absolutely
               to assert that Mr. L—— wrote
               this poem; but we may venture to affirm,
               that it is the production, jointly
               or separately, of the new triumvirate
               of wits, who never let an opportunity
               slip of singing their own praises. Caw
                  me, caw thee, as Sawney says, and so
               to it they go, and scratch one another
               like so many Scotch pedlars."
             
          
         
            In page 339, I find a passage referred to
            in the Index, under the head of "a notable
            instance of their candour," retracting
            their insinuations against Lloyd
            and Colman, and ascribing the poem in
            a particular vein of pleasantry to Mr.
            Flexney, the bookseller, and Mr. Griffin,
            the printer. Candour certainly did not
            require that they should acknowledge
            Mr. Churchill, whose name was now inserted
            in the title-page, as the author, or
            if author of any, at least not of a considerable
            part of the poem. That this was
            their sense of the matter, appears from
            their account of the apology for the
            Rosciad, p. 409.
          
         
            "This is another Brutum Fulinen
            launched at the Critical Review by
            one Churchill, who it seems is a clergyman,
            and it must be owned has a
            knack at versification; a bard, who
            upon the strength of having written a
            few good lines in a thing called The
               Rosciad, swaggers about as if he were
            game-keeper of Parnassus."
          
         
            P. 410. "This apologist has very little
            reason to throw out behind against the
            Critical Reviewers, who in mentioning
            The Rosciad, of which he calls
            himself author, commended it in the
            lump, without specifying the bald
            lines, the false thoughts, and tinsel
            frippery from which it is not entirely
            free." They conclude with contrasting
            him with Smollet, in comparison of
            whom he is "a puny antagonist, who
            must write many more poems as good
            as the Rosciad, before he will be considered
            as a respectable enemy."
          
         
            Upon these extracts I will beg leave to
            make two observations.
          
         
            1. Abstracted from all consideration of
            the profundity of criticism that is displayed,
            no man can avoid being struck
            with the humour and pleasantry in which
            they are conceived, or the elegant and
            gentlemanlike language in which they
            are couched. What can be more natural
            or more ingenuous than to suppose that
            the persons principally commended in a
            work, were themselves the writers of it?
            And for that allusion of the Scotch pedlars,
            for my part, I hold it to be inimitable.
          
         
            2. But what is most admirable is the
            independent spirit, with which they
            stemmed the torrent of fashion, and forestalled
            the second thoughts of their countrymen.
            There was a time when Tristram
            Shandy was applauded, and Churchill
            thought another Dryden. But who reads
            Tristram now? There prevails indeed
            a certain quaintness, and something "like
            an affectation of being immoderately
            witty, throughout the whole work."
            But for real humour not a grain. So said
            the Monthly Reviewers, (v. 21. p. 568.)
            and so says the immortal Knox. Both
            indeed grant him a slight knack at the
            pathetic; but, if I may venture a prediction,
            his pretensions to the latter will one
            day appear no better founded, than his
            pretentions to the former.
          
         
            And then poor Churchill! His satire
            now appears to be dull and pointless.
            Through his tedious page no modern student
            can labour. We look back, and
            wonder how the rage of party ever swelled
            this thing into a poet. Even the great
            constellation, from whose tribunal no
            prudent man ever appealed, has excluded
            him from a kingdom, where Watts and
            Blackmore reign. But Johnson and Knox
            can by no means compare with the Reviewers.
            These attacked the mountebanks
            in the very midst of their short-lived
            empire. Those have only brought
            up the rear of public opinion, and damned
            authors already forgotten. They fought
            the battles a second time, and "again
            they slew the slain."
          
         
            Gentlemen,
          
         
            It would have been easy to add twenty
            articles to this list. I might have selected
            instances from the later volumes
            of your entertaining works, in which
            your deviations from the dictates of imaginary
            taste are still more numerous.
            But I could not have confronted them
            with the decisive verdict of time. The
            rage of fashion has not yet ceased, and
            the ebullition of blind wonder is not
            over. I shall therefore leave a plentiful
            crop for such as come after me, who admire
            you as much as I do, and will be
            contented to labour in the same field.
          
         
            I have the honour to be,
          
         
            Gentlemen,
          
         
            With all veneration,
          
         
            Your indefatigable reader,
          
         
            And the humblest of your panegyrists.
          
         
            CONTENTS.
          
         
               ARTICLE I.
                
         The History of the Decline and Fall of the
               Roman Empire. By Edward Gibbon, Esq.
               Vols. iv, v, vi, vii. 4to.
          
         
               ARTICLE  II.
                
         The History of America. By William Robertson,
               D.D. &c. Vols. iii, and iv. 4to.
          
         
               ARTICLE  III.
                
         Secret History of Theodore Albert Maximilian,
               Prince of Hohenzollern Sigmaringen. 12mo.
          
         
               ARTICLE  IV.
                
         Louisa, or Memoirs of a Lady of Quality.
               By the Author of Evelina and Cecilia. Three
               vols. 12mo.
          
         
               ARTICLE  V.
                
         The Peasant of Bilidelgerid, a Tale. Two
               vols. Shandean. 
         
               ARTICLE  VI.
                
         An Essay on Novel, in Three Epistles, inscribed
               to the Right Honourable Lady Craven.
               By William Hayley, Esq. 4to.
          
         
               ARTICLE  VII.
                
         Inkle and Yarico, a Poem. By James Beattie,
               L.L.D. 4to.
          
         
               ARTICLE  VIII.
                
         The Alchymist, a Comedy, altered from Ben
               Jonson, by Richard Brinsley Sheridan, Esq. 
         
               ARTICLE  IX.
                
         Reflexions upon the present State of the United
               States of America. By Thomas Paine, M.A.
               &c. 8vo.
          
         
               ARTICLE  X.
                
         Speech of the Right Honourable Edmund
               Burke, on a Motion for an Address of Thanks to
               his Majesty (on the 28th of November, 1783)
               for his gracious Communication of a Treaty of
               Commerce concluded between George the Third,
               King, &c. and the United States of America. 
         
               THE
               HERALD
               OF
               LITERATURE, &c.
                
         
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               ARTICLE  I.
               THE HISTORY OF THE DECLINE AND FALL
               OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE. BY EDWARD
               GIBBON, ESQ. VOLS. IV, V, VI, VII. 4TO.
            
            
               We are happy to have it in our power
               thus early to congratulate the public
               upon the final accomplishment of a work, that
               must constitute one of the greatest ornaments
               of the present age. We have now before us,
               in one view, and described by the uniform
               pencil of one historian, the stupendous and
               instructive object of the gradual decline of
               the greatest empire; circumscribed by degrees
               within the narrow walls of a single city;
               and at length, after the various revolutions
               of thirteen centuries, totally swallowed up in
               the empire of the Turks. Of this term, the
               events of more than nine hundred years are
               described in that part of our author that now
               lies before us. It cannot therefore be expected,
               that in the narrow limits we have prescribed
               to ourselves, we should enter into a
               regular synopsis of the performance, chapter
               by chapter, after the laudable example of
               our more laborious brother reviewers. We
               will pay our readers the compliment, however
               unauthorised by the venerable seal of
               custom, of supposing them already informed,
               that Anastasius succeeded Zeno, and Justin
               Anastasius; that Justinian published the celebrated
               code that is called by his name; and
               that his generals, Belisarius and Narses, were
               almost constantly victorious over the Barbarians,
               and restored, for a moment, the expiring
               lustre of the empire. We shall confine
               ourselves to two extracts, relating to subjects
               of the greatest importance, and which we
               presume calculated, at once to gratify and excite
               the curiosity of the public.
             
            
               The reign of the emperor Heraclius is
               perhaps more crowded with events of the
               highest consequence, than that of any other
               prince in the series. It has therefore a proportionable
               scope allotted it in the plan of
               Mr. Gibbon; who seems to understand better
               than almost any historian, what periods to
               sketch with a light and active pen, and upon
               what to dwell with minuteness, and dilate
               his various powers. While we pursue the
               various adventures of Cosroes II., beginning
               his reign in a flight from his capital city;
               suing for the protection and support of the
               Greek emperor; soon after declaring war
               against the empire; successively conquering
               Mesopotamia, Armenia, Syria, Palestine,
               Egypt, and the greater part of Natolia; then
               beaten; a fugitive; and at last murdered by
               his own son; we are unable to conceive of a
               story more interesting, or more worthy of
               our attention. But in contemplating the
               rife of the Saracen khalifate, and the religion
               of Mahomet, which immediately succeeded
               these events, we are compelled to acknowledge
               a more astonishing object.
             
            
               The following is the character of the impostor,
               as sketched by the accurate and judicious
               pencil of our historian. We will leave
               it to the judgment of our readers, only observing,
               that Mr. Gibbon has very unnecessarily
               brought Christianity into the comparison;
               and has perhaps touched the errors of
               the false prophet with a lighter hand, that
               the disparity might be the less apparent.
             
            
               
                  "But Heraclius had a much more formidable
                  enemy to encounter in the latter
                  part of his reign, than the effeminate and
                  divided Persian. This was the new empire
                  of the Saracens. Ingenious and eloquent,
                  temperate and brave, as had been
                  invariably their national character, they
                  had their exertions concentred, and their
                  courage animated by a legislator, whose
                  institutions may vie, in the importance of
                  their consequences, with those of Solon,
                  Lycurgus, or Numa. Though an impostor,
                  he propagated a religion, which,
                  like the elevated and divine principles of
                  Christianity, was confined to no one nation
                  or country; but even embraced a
                  larger portion of the human race than
                  Christianity itself.
                
               
                  "Mahomet, the son of Abdallah, was
                  born on the 9th of April, 571, in the city
                  of Mecca. Having been early left an orphan
                  by both parents, he received an
                  hardy and robust education, not tempered
                  by the elegancies of literature, nor much
                  allayed by the indulgencies of natural affection.
                  He was no sooner able to walk,
                  than he was sent naked, with the infant
                  peasantry, to attend the cattle of the village;
                  and was obliged to seek the refreshment
                  of sleep, as well as pursue the occupations
                  of the day, in the open airA.
                  He even pretended to be a stranger to the
                  art of writing and reading. But though
                  neglected by those who had the care of
                  his infancy, the youth of this extraordinary
                  personage did not pass away without some
                  of those incidents, which might afford a
                  glimpse of the sublimity of his genius;
                  and some of those prodigies, with which
                  superstition is prompt to adorn the story
                  of the founders of nations, and the conquerors
                  of empires. In the mean time,
                  his understanding was enlarged by travel.
                  It is not to be supposed that he frequented
                  the neighbouring countries, without making
                  some of those profound observations
                  upon the decline of the two great empires
                  of the East and of Persia, which were calculated
                  to expand his views, and to mature
                  his projects. The energies of his mind led
                  him to despise the fopperies of idolatry;
                  and he found the Christians, in the most unfavourable
                  situation, torn into innumerable
                  parties, by the sectaries of Athanasius,
                  Arius, Eutyches, Nestorius. In this situation,
                  he extracted that from every system
                  that bordered most nearly upon the dictates
                  of reason, and framed to himself a
                  sublime doctrine, of which the unity of
                  God, the innocence of moderate enjoyment,
                  the obligation of temperance and
                  munificence, were the leading principles.
                  But it would have contributed little to his
                  purpose, if he had stopped here. Enthusiastically
                  devoted to his extensive designs,
                  and guided by the most consummate art,
                  he pretended to divine communications,
                  related a thousand ridiculous and incredible
                  adventures; and though he constantly refused
                  a prodigy to the importunities of his
                  countrymen, laid claim to several frivolous
                  miracles, and a few thinly scattered
                  prophecies. One of his most artful devices
                  was the delivering the system of his
                  religion, not in one entire code, but in
                  detached essays. This enabled him more
                  than once to new mould the very genius
                  of his religion, without glaringly subjecting
                  himself to the charge of inconsistency.
                  From these fragments, soon after
                  his death, was compiled the celebrated Alcoran.
                  The style of this volume is generally
                  turgid, heavy, monotonous. It is disfigured
                  with childish tales and impossible
                  adventures. But it is frequently figurative,
                  frequently poetical, sometimes sublime.
                  And amidst all its defects, it will remain
                  the greatest of all monuments of uncultivated
                  and illiterate genius.
                
               A:
                  "Abuleda, Chron. p. 27. Boulainvilliers, Vie de
                  Mahomet, b. ii. p. 175. This latter writer exhibits
                  the singular phenomenon of the native of a Christian
                  country, unreasonably prejudiced in favour of the
                  Arabian impostor. That he did not live, however,
                  to finish his curious performance, is the misfortune
                  of the republic of letters."
                
               
                  "The plan was carefully reserved by Mahomet
                  for the mature age of forty years.
                  Thus digested however, and communicated
                  with the nicest art and the most fervid
                  eloquence, he had the mortification
                  to find his converts, at the end of three
                  years, amount to no more than forty persons.
                  But the ardour of this hero was
                  invincible, and his success was finally
                  adequate to his wishes. Previous to the
                  famous aera of his flight from Mecca, he
                  had taught his followers, that they had
                  no defence against the persecution of their
                  enemies, but invincible patience. But
                  the opposition he encountered obliged him
                  to change his maxims. He now inculcated
                  the duty of extirpating the enemies
                  of God, and held forth the powerful allurements
                  of conquest and plunder. With
                  these he united the theological dogma of
                  predestination, and the infallible promise
                  of paradise to such as met their fate in the
                  field of war. By these methods he trained
                  an intrepid and continually increasing army,
                  inflamed with enthusiasm, and greedy
                  of death. He prepared them for the
                  most arduous undertakings, by continual
                  attacks upon travelling caravans and scattered
                  villages: a pursuit, which, though
                  perfectly consonant with the institutions
                  of his ancestors, painted him to the civilized
                  nations of Europe in the obnoxious
                  character of a robber. By degrees however,
                  he proceeded to the greatest enterprizes;
                  and compelled the whole peninsula
                  of Arabia to confess his authority as
                  a prince, and his mission as a prophet.
                  He died, like the Grecian Philip, in the
                  moment, when having brought his native
                  country to co-operate in one undertaking,
                  he meditated the invasion of distant climates,
                  and the destruction of empires.
                
               
                  "The character of Mahomet however
                  was exceeding different from that of Philip,
                  and far more worthy of the attention of a
                  philosopher. Philip was a mere politician,
                  who employed the cunning of a statesman,
                  and the revenues of a prince, in
                  the corruption of a number of fallen
                  and effeminate republics.  But Mahomet,
                  without riches, without rank,
                  without education, by the mere ascendancy
                  of his abilities, subjected by persuasion
                  and force a simple and generous
                  nation that had never been conquered;
                  and laid the foundation of an empire, that
                  extended over half the globe; and a religion,
                  capable of surviving the fate of empires.
                  His schemes were always laid with
                  the truest wisdom. He lived among a
                  people celebrated for subtlety and genius:
                  he never laid himself open to detection.
                  His eloquence was specious, dignified, and
                  persuasive. And he blended with it a lofty
                  enthusiasm, that awed those, whom familiarity
                  might have emboldened, and silenced
                  his enemies. He was simple of
                  demeanour, and ostentatious of munificence.
                  And under these plausible virtues
                  he screened the indulgence of his constitutional
                  propensities. The number of his
                  concubines and his wives has been ambitiously
                  celebrated by Christian writers.
                  He sometimes acquired them by violence
                  and injustice; and he frequently dismissed
                  them without ceremony. His temper does
                  not seem to have been naturally cruel.
                  But we may trace in his conduct the features
                  of a barbarian; and a part of his
                  severity may reasonably be ascribed to the
                  plan of religious conquest that he adopted,
                  and that can never be reconciled with the
                  rights of humanity."
                
             
            
               After the victories of Omar, and the other
               successors of Mahomet had in a manner
               stripped the court of Constantinople of all its
               provinces, the Byzantine history dwindles
               into an object petty and minute. In order to
               vary the scene, and enhance the dignity of
               his subject, the author occasionally takes a
               prospect of the state of Rome and Italy, under
               the contending powers of the papacy and
               the new empire of the West. When the
               singular and unparalleled object of the Crusades
               presents itself, the historian embraces
               the illustrious scene with apparent eagerness,
               and bestows upon it a greater enlargement
               than might perhaps have been expected
               from the nature of his subject; but not
               greater, we confidently believe, than is calculated
               to increase the pleasure, that a reader
               of philosophy and taste may derive from the
               perusal. As the immortal Saladin is one of
               the most distinguished personages in this story,
               we have selected his character, as a specimen
               of this part of the work.
             
            
               
                  "No sooner however was the virtuous
                  Noureddin removed by death, than the
                  Christians of the East had their attention
                  still more forcibly alarmed by the progress
                  of the invincible Saladin. He had
                  possessed himself of the government of
                  Egypt; first, under the modest appellation
                  of vizier, and then, with the more
                  august title of soldan. He abolished the
                  dynasty of the Fatemite khalifs. Though
                  Noureddin had been the patron of his family,
                  and the father of his fortunes, yet
                  was that hero no sooner expired, than he
                  invaded the territories of his young and
                  unwarlike successor. He conquered the
                  fertile and populous province of Syria. He
                  compelled the saheb of Mawsel to do
                  him homage. The princes of the Franks
                  already trembled for their possessions, and
                  prepared a new and more solemn embassy,
                  to demand the necessary succours of their
                  European brethren.
                
               
                  "The qualities of Saladin were gilded
                  with the lustre of conquest; and it has
                  been the singular fortune of this Moslem
                  hero, to be painted in fairer colours by
                  the discordant and astonished Christians,
                  than by those of his own courtiers and
                  countrymen, who may reasonably be supposed
                  to have known him best. He has
                  been compared with Alexander; and tho'
                  he be usually stiled, and with some justice,
                  a barbarian, it does not appear that his
                  character would suffer in the comparison.
                  His conquests were equally splendid; nor
                  did he lead the forces of a brave and generous
                  people, against a nation depressed
                  by slavery, and relaxed with effeminacy.
                  Under his banner Saracen encountered Saracen
                  in equal strife; or the forces of the
                  East were engaged with the firmer and
                  more disciplined armies of the West.
                  Like Alexander, he was liberal to profusion;
                  and while all he possessed seemed the
                  property of his friends, the monarch himself
                  often wanted that, which with unstinted
                  hand he had heaped upon his favourites
                  and dependents. His sentiments
                  were elevated, his manners polite and insinuating,
                  and the affability of his temper
                  was never subdued.
                
               
                  "But the parallel is exceedingly far from
                  entire. He possessed not the romantic
                  gallantry of the conqueror of Darius; he
                  had none of those ardent and ungovernable
                  passions, through whose medium the victories
                  of Arbela and Issus had transformed
                  the generous hero into the lawless tyrant.
                  It was a maxim to which he uniformly
                  adhered, to accomplish his lofty designs
                  by policy and intrigue, and to leave as
                  little as possible to the unknown caprice
                  of fortune. In his mature age he was temperate,
                  gentle, patient. The passions of
                  his soul, and the necessities of nature were
                  subordinate to the equanimity of his characterA.
                  His deportment was grave and
                  thoughtful; his religion sincere and enthusiastic.
                  He was ignorant of letters,
                  and despised all learning, that was not theological.
                  The cultivation, that had obtained
                  under the khalifs, had not entirely
                  civilized the genius of Saladin. His
                  maxims of war were indeed the maxims
                  of the age, and ought not to be adopted
                  as a particular imputation. But the action
                  of his striking off with his own
                  hand the head of a Christian prince, who
                  had attacked the defenceless caravan of
                  the pilgrims of Mecca, exhibits to our
                  view all the features of a fierce and untutored
                  barbarianB
                  ."
                
               A:
                  Bohaoddin, p. 71. He was an eye witness, and had
                  a considerable share in many of the transactions of Saladin.
                  He is generally accurate, and tolerably impartial.
                
               B:
                  Ebn Shohnah, Heg. 589. Abulfarai, Renaudot,
                  p. 243. D'Herbelot, biblioth. orient. art. Togrul,
                  &c.
                
             
            
               As the whole of this excellent work is now
               before us, it may not be impertinent, before
               we finally take our leave of it, to attempt an
               idea of its celebrated author. We are happy
               in this place to declare our opinion, that
               no author ever better obeyed the precept of
               Horace and Boileau, in choosing a subject
               nicely correspondent to the talents he possessed.
               The character of this writer, patient
               yet elegant, accurate in enquiry, acute in
               reflexion, was peculiarly calculated to trace
               the flow and imperceptible decline of empire,
               and to throw light upon a period,
               darkened by the barbarism of its heroes, and
               the confused and narrow genius of its authors.
               In a word, we need not fear to class
               the performance with those that shall do lasting,
               perhaps immortal, honour, to the country
               by which they have been produced.
             
            
               But like many other works of this elevated
               description, the time shall certainly come,
               when the history before us shall no longer be
               found, but in the libraries of the learned,
               and the cabinets of the curious. At present
               it is equally sought by old and young, the
               learned and unlearned, the macaroni, the peer,
               and the fine lady, as well as the student and
               scholar. But this is to be ascribed to the
               rage of fashion. The performance is not
               naturally calculated for general acceptance.
               It is, by the very tenor of the subject, interspersed
               with a thousand minute and elaborate
               investigations, which, in spite of perspicuous
               method, and classical allusion, will
               deter the idle, and affright the gay.
             
            
               Nor can we avoid ascribing the undistinguishing
               and extravagant applause, that has
               been bestowed upon the style, to the same
               source of fashion, the rank, the fortune,
               the connexions of the writer. It is indeed
               loaded with epithets, and crowded with allusions.
               But though the style be often raised,
               the thoughts are always calm, equal, and rigidly
               classic. The language is full of art,
               but perfectly exempt from fire. Learning, penetration,
               accuracy, polish; any thing is rather
               the characteristic of the historian, than the flow
               of eloquence, and the flame of genius. Far
               therefore from classing him in this respect
               with such writers as the immortal Hume,
               who have perhaps carried the English language
               to the highest perfection it is capable
               of reaching; we are inclined to rank him
               below Dr. Johnson, though we are by no
               means insensible to the splendid faults of that
               admirable writer.
             
            
               One word perhaps ought to be said respecting
               Mr. Gibbon's treatment of Christianity.
               His wit is indeed by no means uniformly
               happy; as where for instance, he tells us,
               that the name of Le Boeuf is remarkably apposite
               to the character of that antiquarian;
               or where, speaking of the indefatigable diligence
               of Tillemont, he informs us, that
               "the patient and sure-footed mule of the
               Alps may be trusted in the most slippery
               paths." But allowing every thing for the
               happiness of his irony, and setting aside our
               private sentiments respecting the justice of
               its application, we cannot help thinking it
               absolutely incompatible, with the laws of
               history. For our own part, we honestly confess,
               that we have met with more than one passage,
               that has puzzled us whether it ought to be
               understood in jest or earnest. The irony
               of a single word he must be a churl who
               would condemn; but the continuance of
               this figure in serious composition, throws
               truth and falsehood, right and wrong into
               inextricable perplexity.
             
          
         
            
               ARTICLE II.
               THE HISTORY OF AMERICA.  BY WILLIAM
               ROBERTSON, D.D.&C. VOLS. III, IV. 4TO.
            
            
               The expectation of almost all ranks
               has been as much excited by the present
               performance, as perhaps by almost any
               publication in the records of literature. The
               press has scarcely been able to keep pace with
               the eagerness of the public, and the third
               edition is already announced, before we have
               been able to gratify our readers with an account
               of this interesting work. For a great
               historian to adventure an established name
               upon so recent and arduous a subject, is an
               instance that has scarcely occurred. Reports
               were sometime ago industriously propagated
               that Dr. Robertson had turned his attention
               to a very different subject, and even when
               it was generally known that the present work
               was upon the eve of publication, it was still
               questioned by many, whether a writer, so
               celebrated for prudence, had not declined the
               more recent part of the North American
               history. The motives of his conduct upon
               this head as they are stated in the preface,
               we shall here lay before our readers.
             
            
               "But neither the history of Portuguese
               America, nor the early history of our own
               settlements, have constituted the most arduous
               part of the present publication.
               The revolution, which, unfortunately for
               this country, hath recently taken place
               in the British colonies, hath excited the
               most general attention, at the same time
               that it hath rendered the gratification of
               public curiosity a matter of as much delicacy
               as necessity. Could this event have
               been foreseen by me, I should perhaps
               have been more cautious of entering into
               engagements with the public. To embark
               upon a subject, respecting which the sentiments
               of my countrymen have been so
               much divided, and the hand of time hath
               not yet collected the verdicts of mankind;
               while the persons, to whose lot it hath
               fallen to act the principal parts upon the
               scene, are almost all living; is a task
               that prudence might perhaps refuse, and
               modesty decline. But circumstanced as I
               was, I have chosen rather to consider these
               peculiarities as pleas for the candour of
               my readers, than as motives to withdraw
               myself from so important an undertaking.
               I should ill deserve the indulgence I have
               experienced from the public, were I capable
               of withdrawing from a task by
               which their curiosity might be gratified,
               from any private inducements of inconvenience
               or difficulty."
             
            
               We have already said, and the reader will
               have frequent occasion to recollect it, that we
               by no means generally intend an analysis of
               the several works that may come before us.
               In the present instance, we do not apprehend
               that we shall lay ourselves open to much
               blame, by passing over in silence the discoveries
               of Vespusius, and the conquests of
               Baretto; and laying before our readers some
               extracts from the history of the late war.
               It is impossible not to remark that the subject
               is treated with much caution, and that,
               though the sentiments of a royalist be every
               where conspicuous, they are those of a royalist,
               moderated by misfortune and defeat.
             
            
               The following is Dr. Robertson's account
               of the declaration of independence.
             
            
               
                  "It is by this time sufficiently visible,
                  that the men, who took upon themselves
                  to be most active in directing the American
                  counsels, were men of deep design and
                  extensive ambition, who by no means confined
                  their views to the redress of those
                  grievances of which they complained,
                  and which served them for instruments
                  in the pursuit of objects less popular and
                  specious. By degrees they sought to undermine
                  the allegiance, and dissolve the
                  ties, which connected the colonies with
                  the parent country of Britain. Every step
                  that was taken by her ministry to restore
                  tranquility to the empire, was artfully
                  misrepresented by the zealots of faction.
                  Every unguarded expression, or unfortunate
                  measure of irritation was exaggerated
                  by leaders, who considered their own
                  honour and dignity as inseparable from
                  further advances, and predicted treachery
                  and insult as the consequences of retreating.
                  They now imagined they had met
                  with a favourable opportunity for proceeding
                  to extremities. Their influence
                  was greatest in the general congress, and
                  by their means a circular manifesto was
                  issued by that assembly intended to ascertain
                  the disposition of the several colonies respecting
                  a declaration of independence.
                
               
                  "They called their countrymen to witness
                  how real had been their grievances, and
                  how moderate their claims. They said,
                  it was impossible to have proceeded with
                  more temper or greater deliberation, but
                  that their complaints had been constantly
                  superseded, their petitions to the throne
                  rejected. The administration of Great
                  Britain had not hesitated to attempt to
                  starve them into surrender, and having
                  miscarried in this, they were ready to
                  employ the whole force of their country,
                  with all the foreign auxiliaries they could
                  obtain, in prosecution of their unjust and
                  tyrannical purposes. They were precipitated,
                  it was said, by Britain into a state
                  of hostility, and there no longer remained
                  for them a liberty of choice. They must
                  either throw down their arms, and expect
                  the clemency of men who had acted as the
                  enemies of their rights; or they must
                  consider themselves as in a state of warfare,
                  and abide by the consequences of
                  that state. Warfare involved independency.
                  Without this their efforts must
                  be irregular, feeble, and without all prospect
                  of success; they could possess no
                  power to suppress mutinies, or to punish
                  conspiracies; nor could they expect countenance
                  and support from any of the states
                  of Europe, however they might be inclined
                  to favour them, while they acknowledged
                  themselves to be subjects, and it
                  was uncertain how soon they might sacrifice
                  their friends and allies to the hopes
                  of a reunion. To look back, they were
                  told, to the king of England, after all
                  the insults they had experienced, and the
                  hostilities that were begun, would be the
                  height of pusillanimity and weakness. They
                  were bid to think a little for their posterity,
                  who by the irreversible laws of nature and
                  situation, could have no alternative left
                  them but to be slaves or independent.
                  Finally, many subtle reasonings were alledged,
                  to evince the advantages they must
                  derive from intrinsic legislation, and general
                  commerce.
                
               
                  "On the other hand, the middle and
                  temperate party, represented this step as
                  unnecessary, uncertain in its benefits, and
                  irretrievable in its consequences. They
                  expatiated on the advantages that had
                  long been experienced by the colonists
                  from the fostering care of Great Britain,
                  the generosity of the efforts she had made
                  to protect them, and the happiness they
                  had known under her auspicious patronage.
                  They represented their doubt of
                  the ability of the colonies to defend themselves
                  without her alliance. They stated
                  the necessity of a common superior to
                  balance the separate and discordant interests
                  of the different provinces. They
                  dwelt upon the miseries of an internal and
                  doubtful struggle. Determined never to
                  depart from the assertion of what they
                  considered as their indefeasible right, they
                  would incessantly besiege the throne with
                  their humble remonstrances. They would
                  seek the clemency of England, rather than
                  the alliance of those powers, whom they
                  conceived to be the real enemies of both;
                  nor would they ever be accessory to the
                  shutting up the door of reconciliation.
                
               
                  "But the voice of moderation is seldom
                  heard amidst the turbulence of civil dissention.
                  Violent counsels prevailed. The
                  decisive and irrevocable step was made on
                  the 4th of July 1776. It remains with
                  posterity to decide upon its merits. Since
                  that time it has indeed received the sanction
                  of military success; but whatever
                  consequences it may produce to America,
                  the fatal day must ever be regretted by
                  every sincere friend to the British empire."
                
             
            
               The other extract we shall select is from
               the story of Lord Cornwallis's surrender in
               Virginia, and the consequent termination of
               the American war.
             
            
               
                  "The loss of these redoubts may be considered
                  as deciding the fate of the British
                  troops. The post was indeed originally
                  so weak and insufficient to resist the force
                  that attacked it, that nothing but the assured
                  expectation of relief from the garrison
                  of New York, could have induced
                  the commander to undertake its defence,
                  and calmly to wait the approaches of the
                  enemy. An officer of so unquestionable
                  gallantry would, rather have hazarded an
                  encounter in the field, and trusted his adventure
                  to the decision of fortune, than
                  by cooping his army in so inadequate a
                  fortress, to have prepared for them inevitable
                  misfortune and disgrace. But
                  with the expectations he had been induced
                  to form, he did not think himself
                  justified in having recourse to desperate
                  expedients.
                
               
                  "These hopes were now at an end. The
                  enemy had already silenced his batteries.
                  Nothing remained to hinder them from
                  completing their second parallel, three
                  hundred yards nearer to the besieged than
                  the first. His lordship had received no
                  intelligence of the approach of succours,
                  and a probability did not remain that he
                  could defend his station till such time as
                  he could expect their arrival. Thus circumstanced,
                  with the magnanimity peculiar
                  to him, he wrote to Sir Henry Clinton,
                  to acquaint him with the posture of his
                  affairs, and to recommend to the fleet and
                  the army that they should not make any
                  great risk in endeavouring to extricate
                  them.
                
               
                  "But although he regarded his situation
                  as hopeless, he did not neglect any effort
                  becoming a general, to lengthen the siege,
                  and procrastinate the necessity of a surrender,
                  if it was impossible finally to prevent
                  it. The number of his troops seemed
                  scarcely sufficient to countenance a
                  considerable sally, but the emergency was
                  so critical, that he ordered about three
                  hundred and fifty men, on the morning
                  of the 16th, to attack the batteries that
                  appeared to be in the greatest forwardness,
                  and to spike their guns. The assault was
                  impetuous and successful. But either from
                  their having executed the business upon
                  which they were sent in a hasty and imperfect
                  manner, or from the activity and
                  industry of the enemy, the damage was
                  repaired, and the batteries completed before
                  evening.
                
               
                  "One choice only remained. To carry
                  the troops across to Gloucester Point,
                  and make one last effort to escape. Boats
                  were accordingly prepared, and at ten
                  o'clock at night the army began to embark.
                  The first embarkation arrived in
                  safety. The greater part of the troops
                  were already landed. At this critical moment
                  of hope and apprehension, of expectation
                  and danger, the weather, which
                  had hitherto been moderate and calm,
                  suddenly changed; the sky was clouded,
                  the wind rose and a violent storm ensued.
                  The boats with the remaining troops were
                  borne down the stream. To complete
                  the anxiety and danger, the batteries of
                  the enemy were opened, the day dawned,
                  and their efforts were directed against the
                  northern shore of the river. Nothing
                  could be hoped, but the escape of the
                  boats, and the safety of the troops. They
                  were brought back without much loss,
                  and every thing was replaced in its former
                  situation.
                
               
                  "Every thing now verged to the dreaded
                  crisis. The fire of the besiegers was heavy
                  and unintermitted. The British could not
                  return a gun, and the shells, their last resource,
                  were nearly exhausted. They
                  were themselves worn down with sickness
                  and continual watching. A few hours it
                  appeared must infallibly decide their fate.
                  And if any thing were still wanting, the
                  French ships which had entered the mouth
                  of the river, seemed prepared to second
                  the general assault on their side. In this
                  situation, lord Cornwallis, not less calm
                  and humane, than he was intrepid, chose
                  not to sacrifice the lives of so many brave
                  men to a point of honour, but the same
                  day proposed to general Washington a
                  cessation of twenty four hours, in order
                  mutually to adjust the terms of capitulation.
                
               
                  "The troops which surrendered in the
                  posts of York and Gloucester amounted
                  to between five and six thousand men, but
                  there were not above three thousand eight
                  hundred of these in a capacity for actual
                  service. They were all obliged to become
                  prisoners of war. Fifteen hundred seamen
                  were included in the capitulation.
                  The commander, unable to obtain terms
                  for the loyal Americans, was obliged to
                  have recourse to a sloop, appointed to
                  carry his dispatches, and which he stipulated
                  should pass unsearched, to convey
                  them to New York. The British fleet and
                  army arrived off the Chesapeak five days
                  after the surrender. Having learned the
                  melancholy fate of their countrymen,
                  they were obliged to return, without effecting
                  any thing, to their former station.
                
               
                  "Such was the catastrophe of an army,
                  that in intrepidity of exertion, and the
                  patient endurance of the most mortifying
                  reverses, are scarcely to be equalled by
                  any thing that is to be met with in history.
                  The applause they have received undiminished
                  by their subsequent misfortunes,
                  should teach us to exclaim less upon the
                  precariousness of fame, and animate us
                  with the assurance that heroism and constancy
                  can never be wholly disappointed
                  of their reward."
                
             
            
               The publication before us is written with
               that laudable industry, which ought ever to
               distinguish a great historian. The author
               appears to have had access to some of the
               best sources of information; and has frequently
               thrown that light upon a recent
               story, which is seldom to be expected, but
               from the developements of time, and the
               researches of progressive generations.
             
            
               We cannot bestow equal praise upon his
               impartiality. Conscious however and reserved
               upon general questions, the historian
               has restricted himself almost entirely to the
               narrative form, and has seldom indulged us
               with, what we esteem the principal ornament
               of elegant history, reflexion and character.
               The situation of Dr. Robertson may suggest
               to us an obvious, though incompetent, motive
               in the present instance. Writing for
               his contemporaries and countrymen, he
               could not treat the resistance of America, as
               the respectable struggle of an emerging nation.
               Writing for posterity, he could not
               denominate treason and rebellion, that which
               success, at least, had stamped with the signatures
               of gallantry and applause. But such
               could not have been the motives of the
               writer in that part of the history of America,
               which was given to the world some years
               ago. Perhaps Dr. Robertson was willing to
               try, how far his abilities could render the
               most naked story agreeable and interesting.
               We will allow him to have succeeded. But
               we could well have spared the experiment.
             
            
               The style of this performance is sweet and
               eloquent. We hope however that we shall
               not expose ourselves to the charge of fastidiousness,
               when we complain that it is rather
               too uniformly so. The narrative is indeed
               occasionally enlivened, and the language picturesque.
               But in general we search in vain
               for some roughness to relieve the eye, and
               some sharpness to provoke the palate. One
               full and sweeping period succeeds another,
               and though pleased and gratified at first, the
               attention gradually becomes languid.
             
            
               It would not perhaps be an unentertaining
               employment to compare the style of Dr.
               Robertson's present work with that of his
               first publication, the admired History of
               Scotland. The language of that performance
               is indeed interspersed with provincial
               and inelegant modes of expression, and the
               periods are often unskilfully divided. But
               it has a vigour and spirit, to which such
               faults are easily pardoned. We can say of
               it, what we can scarcely say of any of the
               author's later publications, that he has thrown
               his whole strength into it.
             
            
               In that instance however he entered the
               lists with almost the only historian, with
               whom Dr. Robertson must appear to disadvantage,
               the incomparable Hume. In the
               comparison, we cannot but acknowledge
               that the eloquence of the former speaks the
               professor, not the man of the world. He
               reasons indeed, but it is with the reasons of
               logic; and not with the acuteness of philosophy,
               and the intuition of genius. Let not
               the living historian be offended. To be
               second to Hume, in our opinion might satisfy
               the ambition of a Livy or a Tacitus.
             
          
         
            
               ARTICLE III.
               SECRET HISTORY OF THEODORE ALBERT
               MAXIMILIAN, PRINCE OF HOHENZOLLERN
               SIGMARINGEN. 12MO.
            
            
               This agreeable tale appears to be the production
               of the noble author of the
               Modern Anecdote. It is told with the same
               humour and careless vivacity. The design
               is to ridicule the cold pedantry that judges
               of youth, without making any allowance
               for the warmth of inexperience, and the
               charms of beauty. Such readers as take up
               a book merely for entertainment, and do
               not quarrel with an author that does not
               scrupulously confine himself within the limits
               of moral instruction, will infallibly
               find their account in it.
             
            
               The following specimen will give some
               idea of the manner in which the story is
               told.
             
            
               "The learned Bertram was much scandalized
               at the dissipation that prevailed in
               the court of Hohenzollern. He was credibly
               informed that the lord treasurer of
               the principality, who had no less than a
               revenue of 109l. 7s. 10-3/4d. committed to
               his management, sometimes forgot the
               cares of an exchequer in the arms of a
               mistress. Nay, fame had even whispered
               in his ear, that the reverend confessor
               himself had an intrigue with a certain cook-maid.
               But that which beyond all things,
               afflicted him was the amour of Theodore
               with the beautiful Wilhelmina. What,
               cried he, when he ruminated upon the
               subject, can it be excusable in the learned
               Bertram, whose reputation has filled a
               fourth part of the circle of Swabia, who
               twice bore away the prize in the university
               of Otweiler, to pass these crying sins in
               silence? It shall not be said. Thus animated,
               he strided away to the antichamber
               of Theodore. Theodore, who was
               all graciousness, venerated the reputation
               of Bertram, and ordered him to be instantly
               admitted. The eyes of the philosopher
               flashed with anger. Most noble
               prince, cried he, I am come to inform
               you, that you must immediately break
               with the beautiful Wilhelmina. Theodore
               stared, but made no answer. The vices
               of your highness, said Bertram, awake
               my indignation. While you toy away
               your hours in the lap of a w——e, the
               vast principality of Hohenzollern Sigmaringen
               hastens to its fall. Reflect, my
               lord; three villages, seven hamlets, and
               near eleven grange houses and cottages,
               depend upon you for their political prosperity.
               Alas, thought Theodore, what
               are grange houses and cottages compared
               with the charms of Wilhelmina? Shall
               the lewd tricks of a wanton make you
               forget the jealous projects of the prince of
               Hohenzollern Hechingen, the elder branch
               of your illustrious house? Theodore pulled
               out his watch, that he might not outstay
               his appointment. My lord, continued
               Bertram, ruin impends over you. Two
               peasants of the district of Etwingen have
               already been seduced from their loyalty,
               a nail that supported the chart of your
               principality has fallen upon the ground,
               and your father confessor is in bed with a
               cook-maid. Theodore held forth his hand
               for Bertram to kiss, and flew upon the
               wings of desire to the habitation of Wilhelmina."
             
          
         
            
               ARTICLE IV.
               LOUISA, OR MEMOIRS OF A LADY OF QUALITY.
               BY THE AUTHOR OF EVELINA AND
               CECILIA. 3 VOLS. 12MO.
            
            
               There scarcely seems to exist a more
               original genius in the present age than
               this celebrated writer. In the performances
               with which she has already entertained the
               public, we cannot so much as trace a feature
               of her illustrious predecessors; the fable,
               the characters, the incidents are all her own.
               In the mean time they are not less happy,
               than they are new. A Belfield, a Monckton,
               a Morrice, and several other personages
               of the admired Cecilia, will scarcely yield
               to the most finished draughts of the greatest
               writers. In comedy, in tragedy, Miss Burney
               alike excels. And the union of them
               both in the Vauxhall scene of the death
               of Harrel ranks among the first efforts
               of human genius. Of consequence we may
               safely pronounce that the reputation of this
               lady is by no means dependent upon fashion
               or caprice, but will last as long as there is
               understanding to discern, and taste to relish
               the beauties of fiction.
             
            
               It must be acknowledged that her defects
               are scarcely less conspicuous than her excellencies.
               In her underplots she generally miscarries.
               We can trace nothing of Miss
               Burney in the stories of Macartney, Albany,
               and the Hills. Her comedy sometimes deviates
               into farce. The character of Briggs
               in particular, though it very successfully
               excites our laughter, certainly deforms a
               work, which in its principal constituents
               ranks in the very highest species of composition.
               Her style is often affected, and in
               the serious is sometimes so laboured and
               figurative, as to cost the reader a very strict
               attention to discover the meaning, without
               perfectly repaying his trouble. These faults
               are most conspicuous in Cecilia, which upon
               the whole we esteem by much her greatest
               performance. In Evelina she wrote more
               from inartificial nature. And we are happy
               to observe in the present publication, that
               the masculine sense, by which Miss Burney
               is distinguished, has raised her almost
               wholly above these little errors. The style
               of Louisa is more polished than that of
               Evelina, and more consonant to true taste
               than that of Cecilia.
             
            
               The principal story of Louisa, like that
               of Cecilia, is very simple, but adorned with
               a thousand beautiful episodes. As the great
               action of the latter is Cecilia's sacrifice of
               fortune to a virtuous and laudable attachment,
               so that of the former is the sacrifice
               of rank, in the marriage of the heroine to a
               young man of the most distinguished merit,
               but neither conspicuous by birth, nor favoured
               by fortune. The event, romantic
               and inconsistent with the manners of polished
               society as it may appear, is introduced by
               such a train of incidents, that it is impossible
               not to commend and admire the conduct
               of the heroine.
             
            
               Her character is that of inflexible vivacity
               and wit, accompanied with a spice of
               coquetry and affectation. And though this
               line of portrait seemed exhausted by Congreve
               and Richardson, we will venture to
               pronounce Louisa a perfect original. It is
               impossible to describe such a character in the
               abstract without recollecting Millamant and
               Lady G. But in reading this most agreeable
               novel, you scarcely think of either. As
               there is no imitation, so there are not two
               expressions in the work, that can lead from
               one to the other. Louisa is more amiable
               than the former, and more delicate and feminine
               than the latter.
             
            
               Mr. Burchel, the happy lover, is an author,
               a young man of infinite genius, of
               romantic honour, of unbounded generosity.
               Lord Raymond, the brother of Louisa, becomes
               acquainted with him in his travels, by
               an incident in which Mr. Burchel does him
               the most essential service. Being afterwards
               introduced to his sister, and being deeply
               smitten with her beauty and accomplishments,
               he quits the house of lord Raymond
               abruptly, with a determination entirely to
               drop his connexion. Sometime after, in a
               casual and unexpected meeting, he saves the
               life of his mistress. In the conclusion, his
               unparalleled merit, and his repeated services
               surmount every obstacle to an union.
             
            
               Besides these two there are many other
               characters happily imagined. Louisa is involved
               in considerable distress previous to the
               final catastrophe. The manner in which her
               gay and sportive character is supported in
               these scenes is beyond all commendation.
               But the extract we shall give, as most singular
               in its nature, relates to another considerable
               female personage, Olivia. As the humour
               of Louisa is lively and fashionable,
               that of Olivia is serious and romantic. Educated
               in perfect solitude, she is completely
               ignorant of modern manners, and entertains
               the most sovereign contempt for them. Full
               of sentiment and sensibility, she is strongly
               susceptible to every impression, and her conduct
               is wholly governed by her feelings.
               Trembling at every leaf, and agonized at
               the smallest accident, she is yet capable,
               from singularity of thinking, of enterprises
               the most bold and unaccountable. Conformably
               to this temper, struck with the character
               of Burchel, and ravished with his address
               and behaviour, she plans the most extraordinary
               attempt upon his person. By her orders
               he is surprised in a solitary excursion,
               after some resistance actually seized, and
               conducted blindfold to the house of his fair
               admirer. Olivia now appears, professes her
               attachment, and lays her fortune, which is
               very considerable, at his feet. Unwilling
               however to take him by surprise, she allows
               him a day for deliberation, and insists upon
               his delivering at the expiration of it, an
               honest and impartial answer. His entertainment
               is sumptuous.
             
            
               In the mean time, a peasant, who at a distance
               was witness to the violence committed
               upon Burchel, and had traced him to the
               house of Olivia, carries the account of what
               he had seen to Raymond Place. The company,
               which, in the absence of lord Raymond,
               consisted of Louisa, Mr. Bromley,
               an uncle, Sir Charles Somerville, a suitor,
               and Mr. Townshend, a sarcastic wit, determine
               to set off the next morning for the
               house of the ravisher. This is the scene
               which follows.
             
            
               
                  "Alarmed at the bustle upon the stairs,
                  Olivia, more dead than alive, pressed the
                  hand of Burchel with a look of inexpressible
                  astonishment and mortification, and
                  withdrew to the adjoining apartment.
                
               
                  "The door instantly flew open. Burchel
                  advanced irresolutely a few steps towards
                  the company, bowed, and was silent.
                
               
                  "The person that first entered was Mr.
                  Bromley. He instantly seized hold of
                  Burchel, and shook him very heartily by
                  the hand.
                
               
                  "Ha, my boy, said he, have we found
                  you? Well, and how? safe and sound?
                  Eh? clapping him upon the shoulder.
                
               
                  "At your service, sir, answered Burchel,
                  with an air of embarrassment and hesitation.
                
               
                  "It was not altogether the right thing,
                  methinks, to leave us all without saying
                  why, or wherefore, and stay out all night.
                  Why we thought you had been murdered.
                  My niece here has been in hysterics.
                
               
                  "'Pon honour, cried sir Charles, you are
                  very facetious. But we heard, Mr. Burchel,
                  you were ran away with. It must
                  have been very alarming. I vow, I should
                  have been quite fluttered. Pray, sir, how
                  was it?
                
               
                  "Why, indeed, interposed Mr. Townshend,
                  the very relation seemed to disturb
                  sir Charles. For my part, I was more
                  alarmed for him than for Miss Bromley.
                
               
                  "Well, but, returned Bromley, impatiently,
                  it is a queer affair. I hope as the
                  lady went so far, you were not shy. You
                  have not spoiled all, and affronted her.
                
               
                  "Oh, surely not, exclaimed Townshend,
                  you do not suspect him of being such a
                  boor. Doubtless every thing is settled by
                  this time. The lady has a fine fortune,
                  Burchel; poets do not meet with such
                  every day; Miss Bromley, you look
                  pale.
                
               
                  "Ha! Ha! Ha! you do me infinite
                  honour, cried Louisa, making him a droll
                  curtesy; what think you, sir Charles?
                
               
                  "'Pon my soul, I never saw you look so
                  bewitchingly.
                
               
                  "Well, but my lad, cried Bromley, you
                  say nothing, don't answer a single question.
                  What, mum's the word, eh?
                
               
                  "Indeed, sir, I do not know,—I do not
                  understand—the affair is entirely a mystery
                  to myself—it is in the power of no one
                  but Miss Seymour to explain it.
                
               
                  "Well, and where is she? where is she?
                
               
                  "O I will go and look her, cried Louisa;
                  will you come, Sir Charles; and immediately
                  tripped out of the room. Sir Charles
                  followed.
                
               
                  "Olivia had remained in too much confusion
                  to withdraw farther than the next
                  room; and upon this new intrusion, she
                  threw herself upon a sopha, and covered
                  her face with her hands.
                
               
                  "O here is the stray bird, exclaimed Louisa,
                  fluttering in the meshes.
                
               
                  "Mr. Bromley immediately entered; Mr.
                  Townshend followed; Burchel brought
                  up the rear.
                
               
                  "My dearest creature, cried Louisa, do
                  not be alarmed. We are come to wish you
                  joy; and seized one of her hands.
                
               
                  "Well, but where's the parson? exclaimed
                  Bromley—What, has grace been said,
                  the collation served, and the cloth removed?
                  Upon my word, you have been
                  very expeditious, Miss.
                
               
                  "My God, Bromley, said Townshend, do
                  not reflect so much upon the ladies modesty.
                  I will stake my life they were not
                  to have been married these three days.
                
               
                  "Olivia now rose from the sopha in unspeakable
                  agitation, and endeavoured to
                  defend herself. Gentlemen, assure yourselves,—give
                  me leave to protest to you,—indeed
                  you will be sorry—you are mistaken———Oh
                  Miss Bromley, added she, in
                  a piercing voice, and threw her arms eagerly
                  about the neck of Louisa.
                
               
                  "Mind them not, my dear, said Louisa;
                  you know, gentlemen, Miss Seymour is
                  studious; it was a point in philosophy she
                  wished to settle; that's all, Olivia; and
                  kissed her cheek.
                
               
                  "Or perhaps, added Townshend,—the lady
                  is young and inexperienced—she wanted a
                  comment upon the bower scene in Cleopatra.
                
               
                  "Olivia suddenly raised her head and came
                  forward, still leaning one arm upon Louisa.
                  Hear me, cried she; I will be heard. What
                  have I done that would expose me to the
                  lash of each unlicenced tongue? What has
                  there been in any hour of my life, upon
                  which for calumny to fix her stain? Of
                  what loose word, of what act of levity and
                  dissipation can I be convicted? Have I
                  not lived in the solitude of a recluse? Oh,
                  fortune, hard and unexampled!
                
               
                  "Deuce take me, cried sir Charles, whispering
                  Townshend, if I ever saw any thing
                  so handsome.
                
               
                  "Olivia stood in a posture firm and collected,
                  her bosom heaving with resentment;
                  but her face was covered with
                  blushes, and her eyes were languishing and
                  sorrowful.
                
               
                  "For the present unfortunate affair I will
                  acknowledge the truth. Mr. Burchel to
                  me appeared endowed with every esteemable
                  accomplishment, brave, generous,
                  learned, imaginative, and tender. By what
                  nobler qualities could a female heart be
                  won? Fashion, I am told, requires that
                  we should not make the advances. I reck
                  not fashion, and have never been her slave.
                  Fortune has thrown him at a distance from
                  me. It should have been my boast to
                  trample upon her imaginary distinctions.
                  I would never have forced an unwilling
                  hand. But if constancy, simplicity and
                  regard could have won a heart, his heart
                  had been mine. I know that the succession
                  of external objects would have made
                  the artless virtues of Olivia pass unheeded.
                  It was for that I formed my little plan.
                  I will not blush for a scheme that no bad
                  passion prompted. But it is over, and I
                  will return to my beloved solitude with
                  what unconcern I may. God bless you,
                  Mr. Burchel; I never meant you any
                  harm: and in saying this, she advanced
                  two steps forward, and laid her hand on
                  his.
                
               
                  "Burchel, without knowing what he did,
                  fell on one knee and kissed it.
                
               
                  "This action revived the confusion of
                  Olivia; she retreated, and Louisa took
                  hold of her arm. Will you retire, said
                  Louisa? You are a sweet good creature.
                  Olivia assented, advanced a few steps forward,
                  and then with her head half averted,
                  took a parting glance at Burchel, and hurried away.
                
               
                  "A strange girl this, said Bromley! Devil
                  take me, if I know what to make of her.
                
               
                  "I vow, cried sir Charles, I am acquainted
                  with all the coteries in town, and never
                  met with any thing like her.
                
               
                  "Why, she is as coming, rejoined the
                  squire, as a milk-maid, and yet I do not
                  know how she has something that dashes
                  one too.
                
               
                  "Ah, cried sir Charles, shaking his head,
                  she has nothing of the manners of the
                  grand monde.
                
               
                  "That I can say nothing to, said Bromley,
                  but, in my mind, her behaviour is gracious
                  and agreeable enough, if her conduct
                  were not so out of the way.
                
               
                  "What think you, Burchel, said Townshend,
                  she is handsome, innocent, good
                  tempered and rich; excellent qualities,
                  let me tell you, for a wife.
                
               
                  "I think her, said Burchel, more than
                  you say. Her disposition is amiable, and
                  her character exquisitely sweet and feminine.
                  She is capable of every thing generous
                  and admirable. A false education,
                  and visionary sentiments, to which she
                  will probably one day be superior, have
                  rendered her for the present an object of
                  pity. But, though I loved her, I should
                  despise my own heart, if it were capable
                  of taking advantage of her inexperience,
                  to seduce her to a match so unequal.
                
               
                  "At this instant Louisa re-entered, and
                  making the excuses of Olivia, the company
                  returned to the carriage, sir Charles
                  mounted on horseback as he came, and
                  they carried off the hero in triumph."
                
             
          
         
            
               ARTICLE V.
               THE PEASANT OF BILIDELGERID, A TALE.
            
            
               2 VOLS. SHANDEAN.
             
            
               This is the only instance in which we
               shall take the liberty to announce to the
               public an author hitherto unknown. Thus
               situated, we shall not presume to prejudice
               our readers either ways concerning him, but
               shall simply relate the general plan of the
               work.
             
            
               It attempts a combination, which has so
               happily succeeded with the preceding writer,
               of the comic and the pathetic. The latter
               however is the principal object. The hero
               is intended for a personage in the highest degree
               lovely and interesting, who in his earliest
               bloom of youth is subjected to the
               most grievous calamities, and terminates
               them not but by an untimely death. The
               writer seems to have apprehended that a dash
               of humour was requisite to render his story
               in the highest degree interesting. And he
               has spared no exertion of any kind of which
               he was capable, for accomplishing this
               purpose.
             
            
               The scene is laid in Egypt and the adjacent
               countries. The peasant is the son of
               the celebrated Saladin. The author has exercised
               his imagination in painting the manners
               of the times and climates of which he
               writes.
             
          
         
            
               ARTICLE VI.
               AN ESSAY ON NOVEL, IN THREE EPISTLES
               INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
               LADY CRAVEN,  BY WILL. HAYLEY, ESQ.
               4TO.
            
            
               The public has been for some time
               agreed that Mr. Hayley is the first of
               English poets. Envy herself scarcely dares utter
               a dissentient murmur, and even generous
               emulation turns pale at the mention of his
               name. His productions, allowing for the
               very recent period in which he commenced
               author, are rather numerous. A saturnine
               critic might be apt to suspect that they
               were also hasty, were not the loftiness of
               their conceptions, the majesty of their style,
               the richness of their imagination, and above
               all, the energy both of their thoughts and
               language so conspicuous, that we may defy
               any man of taste to rise from the perusal,
               and say, that all the study and consideration
               in the world could possibly have made them
               better. After a course however of unremitted
               industry, Mr. Hayley seemed to have
               relaxed, and to the eternal mortification of
               the literary world, last winter could not
               boast a single production of the prince of
               song. The muses have now paid us another
               visit. We are very sensible of our incapacity
               to speak, or even think of this writer
               with prosaic phlegm; we cannot however
               avoid pronouncing, that, in our humble opinion,
               Mr. Hayley has now outdone all his
               former outdoings, and greatly repaid us for
               the absence we so dearly mourned.
             
            
               We are sensible that it is unbecoming the
               character of a critic to lay himself out in
               general and vague declamation. It is also
               within the laws of possibility, that an
               incurious or unpoetical humour in some of our
               readers, and (ah me, the luckless day!)
               penury in others, may have occasioned their
               turning over the drowsy pages of the review,
               before they have perused the original work.
               Some account of the plan, and a specimen of
               the execution may therefore be expected.
             
            
               The first may be dispatched in two words.
               The design is almost exactly analogous to
               that of the Essay on History, which has been
               so much celebrated. The author triumphs
               in the novelty of his subject, and pays a very
               elegant compliment to modern times, as
               having been in a manner the sole inventors
               of this admirable species of composition, of
               which he has undertaken to deliver the
               precepts. He deduces the pedigree of novel
               through several generations from Homer and
               Calliope. He then undertakes to characterise
               the most considerable writers in this line.
               He discusses with much learning, and all
               the logical subtlety so proper to the didactic
               muse, the pretensions of the Cyropedia of
               Xenophon; but at length rejects it as containing
               nothing but what was literally true,
               and therefore belonging to the class of history.
               He is very eloquent upon the Shepherd
               of Hermas, Theagenes and Chariclea, and
               the Ethiopics of Heliodorus. Turpin, Scudery,
               Cotterel, Sidney, the countess D'Anois,
               and "all such writers as were never read,"
               next pass in review. Boccace and Cervantes
               occupy a very principal place. The modern
               French writers of fictitious history from Fenelon
               to Voltaire, close the first epistle. The second
               is devoted to English authors. The third
               to the laws of novel writing.
             
            
               We shall present our readers, as a specimen,
               with the character of that accomplished
               writer, John Bunyan, whom the poet has
               generously rescued from that contempt which
               fashionable manners, and fashionable licentiousness
               had cast upon him.
             
            
               
               "See in the front of Britain's honour'd band, The author of the Pilgrim's Progress stand. Though, sunk in shades of intellectual night, He boasted but the simplest arts, to read and write; Though false religion hold him in her chains, His judgment weakens and his heart restrains: Yet fancy's richest beams illum'd his mind, And honest virtue his mistakes refin'd. The poor and the illiterate he address'd; The poor and the illiterate call him blest. Blest he the man that taught the poor to pray, That shed on adverse fate religion's day, That wash'd the clotted tear from sorrow's face, Recall'd the rambler to the heavenly race, Dispell'd the murky clouds of discontent, And read the lore of patience wheresoe'er he went."
 
  
             
            
               Amidst the spirited beauties of this passage,
               it is impossible not to consider some as
               particularly conspicuous. How strong and
               nervous the second and fourth lines! How
               happily expressive the two Alexandrines!
               What a luminous idea does the epithet
               "murky" present to us! How original and
               picturesque that of the "clotted tear!" If
               the same expression be found in the Ode to
               Howard, let it however be considered, that
               the exact propriety of that image to wash it
               from the face (for how else, candid reader,
               could a tear already clotted be removed) is a
               clear improvement, and certainly entitles the
               author to a repetition. Lastly, how consistent
               the assemblage, how admirable the
               climax in the last six lines! Incomparable
               they might appear, but we recollect a passage
               nearly equal in the Essay on History,
             
            
               
               "Wild as thy feeble Metaphysic page, Thy History rambles into Steptic rage; Whose giddy and fantastic dreams abuse, A Hampden's Virtue and a Shakespeare's Muse."
 
  
             
            
               How elevated the turn of this passage!
               To be at once luxuriant and feeble, and to
               lose one's way till we get into a passion,
               (with our guide, I suppose) is peculiar to a
               poetic subject. It is impossible to mistake
               this for prose. Then how pathetic the conclusion!
               What hard heart can refuse its
               compassion to personages abused by a dream,
               and that dream the dream of a History! 
            
               Oh, wonderful poet, thou shalt be immortal,
               if my eulogiums can make thee so!
               To thee thine own rhyme shall never be applied,
               (Dii, avertite omen).
             
            
               
               "Already, pierc'd by freedom's searching rays, The waxen fabric of his fame decays!"
 
  
             
          
         
            
               ARTICLE VII.
               INKLE AND YARICO, A POEM, BY JAMES
               BEATTIE, L.L.D.  4TO.
            
            
               This author cannot certainly be compared
               with Mr. Hayley.
             
            
               We know not by what fatality Dr. Beattie
               has acquired the highest reputation as a
               philosopher, while his poetry, though acknowledged
               to be pleasing, is comparatively little
               thought on. It must always be with regret
               and diffidence, that we dissent from the general
               verdict. We should however be somewhat
               apprehensive of sacrificing the character we
               have assumed, did we fail to confess that his
               philosophy has always appeared to us at once
               superficial and confused, feeble and presumptuous.
               We do not know any thing it has to
               recommend it, but the good intention, and
               we wish we could add the candid spirit,
               with which it is written.
             
            
               Of his poetry however we think very
               differently. Though deficient in nerve, it is
               at once sweet and flowing, simple and
               amiable. We are happy to find the author
               returning to a line in which he appears so
               truly respectable. The present performance
               is by no means capable to detract from his
               character as a poet. This well known tale
               is related in a manner highly pathetic and
               interesting. As we are not at all desirous of
               palling the curiosity of the reader for the
               poem itself, we shall make our extract at
               random. The following stanzas, as they are
               taken from a part perfectly cool and
               introductory, are by no means the best in this
               agreeable piece. They are prefaced by some
               general reflexions on the mischiefs occasioned
               by the sacra fames auri. The reader
               will perceive that Dr. Beattie, according to
               the precept of Horace, has rushed into the
               midst of things, and not taken up the narrative
               in chronological order.
             
            
               
               "Where genial Phoebus darts his fiercest rays, Parching with heat intense the torrid zone: No fanning western breeze his rage allays; No passing cloud, with kindly shade o'erthrown, His place usurps; but Phoebus reigns alone, In this unfriendly clime a woodland shade, Gloomy and dark with woven boughs o'ergrown, Shed chearful verdure on the neighbouring glade, And to th' o'er-labour'd hind a cool retreat display'd.
 
  
               Along the margin of th' Atlantic main, Rocks pil'd on rocks yterminate the scene; Save here and there th' incroaching surges gain An op'ning grateful to the daisied green; Save where, ywinding cross the vale is seen A bubbling creek, that spreads on all sides round Its breezy freshness, gladding, well I ween, The op'ning flow'rets that adorn the ground, From her green margin to the ocean's utmost bound.
 
  
               The distant waters hoarse resounding roar, And fill the list'ning ear. The neighb'ring grove Protects, i'th'midst that rose, a fragrant bow'r, With nicest art compos'd. All nature strove, With all her powers, this favour'd spot to prove A dwelling fit for innocence and joy, Or temple worthy of the god of love. All objects round to mirth and joy invite, Nor aught appears among that could the pleasure blight.
 
  
               Within there sat, all beauteous to behold! Adorn'd with ev'ry grace, a gentle maid. Her limbs were form'd in nature's choicest mould, Her lovely eyes the coldest bosoms sway'd, And on her breast ten thousand Cupids play'd. What though her skin were not as lilies fair? What though her face confest a darker shade? Let not a paler European dare With glowing Yarico's her beauty to compare.
 
  
               And if thus perfect were her outward form, What tongue can tell the graces of her mind, Constant in love and in its friendships warm? There blushing modesty with virtue join'd There tenderness and innocence combin'd. Nor fraudful wiles, nor dark deceit she knew, Nor arts to catch the inexperienc'd hind; No swain's attention from a rival drew, For she was simple all, and she was ever true.
 
  
               There was not one so lovely or so good, Among the num'rous daughters of the plain; 'Twas Yarico each Indian shepherd woo'd; But Yarico each shepherd woo'd in vain; Their arts she view'd not but with cold disdain. For British Inkle's charms her soul confest, His paler charms had caus'd her am'rous pain; Nor could her heart admit another guest, Or time efface his image in her constant breast,
 
  
               Her generous love remain'd not unreturn'd, Nor was the youthful swain as marble cold, But soon with equal flame his bosom burn'd; His passion soon in love's soft language told, Her spirits cheer'd and bad her heart be bold. Each other dearer than the world beside, Each other dearer than themselves they hold. Together knit in firmest bonds they bide, While days and months with joy replete unnotic'd glide.
 
  
               Ev'n now beside her sat the British boy, Who ev'ry mark of youth and beauty bore, All that allure the soul to love and joy. Ev'n now her eyes ten thousand charms explore, Ten thousand charms she never knew before. His blooming cheeks confest a lovely glow, His jetty eyes unusual brightness wore, His auburn locks adown his Shoulders flow, And manly dignity is seated on his brow."
 
  
             
          
         
            
               ARTICLE VIII
               THE ALCHYMIST, A COMEDY, ALTERED
               FROM BEN JONSON, BY RICHARD BRINSLEY
               SHERIDAN, ESQ.
            
            
               There are few characters, that have
               risen into higher favour with the English
               nation, than Mr. Sheridan. He was
               known and admired, as a man of successful
               gallantry, both with the fair sex and his
               own, before he appeared, emphatically
               speaking, upon the public stage. Since that
               time, his performances, of the Duenna, and
               the School for Scandal, have been distinguished
               with the public favour beyond any
               dramatical productions in the language. His
               compositions, in gaiety of humour and spriteliness
               of wit, are without an equal.
             
            
               Satiated, it should seem, with the applauses
               of the theatre, he turned his attention
               to public and parliamentary speaking. The
               vulgar prejudice, that genius cannot expect
               to succeed in two different walks, for some
               time operated against him. But he possessed
               merit, and he compelled applause. He now
               ranks, by universal consent, as an orator and
               a statesman, with the very first names of an
               age, that will not perhaps be accounted unproductive
               in genius and abilities.
             
            
               It was now generally supposed that he had
               done with the theatre. For our own part,
               we must confess; we entertain all possible
               veneration for parliamentary and ministerial
               abilities; we should be mortified to rank second
               to any man in our enthusiasm for the
               official talents of Mr. Sheridan: But as the
               guardians of literature, we regretted the loss
               of his comic powers. We wished to preserve
               the poet, without losing the statesman.
               Greatly as we admired the opera and the comedy,
               we conceived his unbounded talents
               capable of something higher still. To say all
               in a word, we looked at his hands for the
               MISANTHROPE of the British muse.
             
            
               It is unnecessary to say then, that we congratulate
               the public upon the present essay.
               It is meaned only as a jeu d'esprit. But we
               consider it as the earnest of that perseverance,
               which we wished to prove, and feared to lose.
               The scene we have extracted, and which,
               with another, that may be considered as a
               kind of praxis upon the rules, constitutes
               the chief part of the alteration, is apparently
               personal. How far personal satire is commendable
               in general, and how far it is just
               in the present instance, are problems that we
               shall leave with our readers.—As much as
               belongs to Jonson we have put in italics.
             
            
               
                  ACT IV
                  
                  
                     SCENE 4
                     
                     Enter Captain Face, disguised as Lungs,
                              and Kastril.
                            
                     
                        - FACE.
 
                        - Who would you speak with?
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - KASTRIL.
 
                        - Where is the captain?
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           FACE.
                        
 
                        - Gone, sir, about some business.
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           KASTRIL.
                        
 
                        - Gone?
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           FACE.
                        
 
                        - He will return immediately. But master
                              doctor, his lieutenant is here.
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           KASTRIL.
                        
 
                        - Say, I would speak with him.
 
                      
                     
                           [Exit Face.
                            
                     Enter Subtle.
                            
                     
                        - 
                           SUBTLE.
                        
 
                        - Come near, sir.—I know you well.—You
                              are my terrae fili—that is—my boy of
                              land—same three thousand pounds a year.
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           KASTRIL.
                        
 
                        - How know you that, old boy?
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           SUBTLE.
                        
 
                        - I know the subject of your visit, and I'll
                              satisfy you. Let us see now what notion
                              you have of the matter. It is a nice point
                              to broach a quarrel right.
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           KASTRIL.
                        
 
                        - You lie.
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           SUBTLE.
                        
 
                        - How now?—give me the lie?—for what,
                              my boy?
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           KASTRIL.
                        
 
                        - Nay look you to that.—I am beforehand—that's
                              my business.
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           SUBTLE.
                        
 
                        - Oh, this is not the art of quarrelling—'tis
                              poor and pitiful!—What, sir, would
                           you restrict the noble science of debate to
                           the mere lie?—Phaw, that's a paltry trick,
                           that every fool could hit.—A mere Vandal
                           could throw his gantlet, and an Iroquois
                           knock his antagonist down.—No, sir, the
                           art of quarrel is vast and complicated.—Months
                           may worthily be employed in the
                           attainment,—and the exercise affords range
                           for the largest abilities.—To quarrel after
                           the newest and most approved method, is
                           the first of sciences,—the surest test of
                           genius, and the last perfection of civil
                           society.
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           KASTRIL.
                        
 
                        - 
                           You amaze me. I thought to dash the
                           lie in another's face was the most respectable
                           kind of anger.
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           SUBTLE.
                        
 
                        - 
                           O lud, sir, you are very ignorant. A
                           man that can only give the lie is not worth
                           the name of quarrelsome—quite tame and
                           spiritless!—No, sir, the angry boy must
                           understand, beside the QUARREL DIRECT—in
                           which I own you have some proficiency—a
                           variety of other modes of attack;—such
                           as, the QUARREL PREVENTIVE—the
                           QUARREL OBSTREPEROUS—the QUARREL
                           SENSITIVE—the QUARREL OBLIQUE—and
                           the QUARREL PERSONAL.
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           KASTRIL.
                        
 
                        - 
                           O Mr. doctor, that I did but understand
                           half so much of the art of brangling as
                           you do!—What would I give!—Harkee—I'll
                           settle an hundred a year upon you.—But
                           come, go on, go on—
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           SUBTLE.
                        
 
                        - 
                           O sir! you quite overpower me—why,
                           if you use me thus, you will draw all my
                           secrets from me at once.—I shall almost
                           kick you down stairs the first lecture.
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           KASTRIL.
                        
 
                        - 
                           How!—Kick me down stairs?—Ware
                           that—Blood and oons, sir!
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           SUBTLE.
                        
 
                        - 
                           Well, well,—be patient—be patient—Consider,
                           it is impossible to communicate
                           the last touches of the art of petulance,
                           but by fist and toe,—by sword and pistol.
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           KASTRIL.
                        
 
                        - 
                           Sir, I don't understand you!
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           SUBTLE.
                        
 
                        - 
                           Enough. We'll talk of that another
                           time.—What I have now to explain is the
                           cool and quiet art of debate—fit to be introduced
                           into the most elegant societies—or
                           the most august assemblies.—You, my
                           angry boy, are in parliament?
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           KASTRIL.
                        
 
                        - 
                           No, doctor.—I had indeed some thoughts
                           of it.—But imagining that the accomplishments
                           of petulance and choler would be
                           of no use there—I gave it up.
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           SUBTLE.
                        
 
                        - 
                           Good heavens!—Of no use?—Why, sir,
                           they can be no where so properly.—Only
                           conceive how august a little petulance—and
                           what a graceful variety snarling and
                           snapping would introduce!—True, they
                           are rather new in that connexion.—Believe
                           me, sir, there is nothing for which I
                           have so ardently longed as to meet them
                           there.—I should die contented.—And you,
                           sir,—if you would introduce them—Eh?
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           KASTRIL.
                        
 
                        - 
                           Doctor, you shall be satisfied—I'll be
                           in parliament in a month—I'll be prime
                           minister—LORD HIGH TREASURER of
                           ENGLAND—or, CHANCELLOR of the EXCHEQUER!
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           SUBTLE.
                        
 
                        - 
                           Oh, by all means CHANCELLOR of the
                           EXCHEQUER! You are somewhat young
                           indeed—but that's no objection.—Damn
                           me, if the office can ever be so respectably
                           filled as by an angry boy.
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           KASTRIL.
                        
 
                        - 
                           True, true.—But, doctor, we forget
                           your instructions all this time.—Let me
                           see—Ay—first was the QUARREL PREVENTIVE.
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           SUBTLE.
                        
 
                        - 
                           Well thought of!—Why, sir, in your
                           new office you will be liable to all sorts of
                           attacks—Ministers always are, and an angry
                           boy cannot hope to escape.—Now nothing,
                           you know, is so much to the purpose as
                           to have the first blow—Blunders are very
                           natural.—Your friends tell one story in
                           the upper house, and you another in the
                           lower—You shall give up a territory to
                           the enemy that you ought to have kept,
                           and when charged with it, shall unluckily
                           drop that you and your colleagues
                           were ignorant of the geography of the
                           country—You foresee an attack—you immediately
                           open—Plans so extensively beneficial—accounts
                           so perfectly consistent—measures
                           so judicious and accurate—no
                           man can question—no man can object
                           to—but a rascal and a knave.—Let him
                           come forward!
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           KASTRIL.
                        
 
                        - 
                           Very good! very good!—For the
                           QUARREL OPSTREPEROUS, that I easily
                           conceive.—An antagonist objects shrewdly—I
                           cannot invent an answer.—In that
                           case, there is nothing to be done but to
                           drown his reasons in noise—nonsense—and
                           vociferation.
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           SUBTLE.
                        
 
                        - 
                           Come to my arms, my dear Kastril! O
                           thou art an apt scholar—thou wilt be nonpareil
                           in the art of brawling!—But for
                           the QUARREL SENSITIVE—
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           KASTRIL.
                        
 
                        - 
                           Ay, that I confess I don't understand.
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           SUBTLE.
                        
 
                        - 
                           Why, it is thus, my dear boy—A
                           minister is apt to be sore.—Every man
                           cannot have the phlegm of Burleigh.—And
                           an angry boy is sorest of all.—In that case—an
                           objection is made that would dumbfound
                           any other man—he parries it with—my
                           honour—and my integrity—and the
                           rectitude of my intentions—my spotless
                           fame—my unvaried truth—and the greatness
                           of my abilities—And so gives no
                           answer at all.
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           KASTRIL.
                        
 
                        - 
                           Excellent! excellent!
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           SUBTLE.
                        
 
                        - 
                           The QUARREL OBLIQUE is easy enough.—It
                           is only to talk in general terms of
                           places and pensions—the loaves and the
                           fishes—a struggle for power—a struggle for
                           power—And it will do excellent well, if at
                           a critical moment—you can throw in a hint
                           of some forty or fifty millions unaccounted
                           for by some people's grandfathers and
                           uncles dead fifty years ago.
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           KASTRIL.
                        
 
                        - 
                           Ha! ha! ha!
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           SUBTLE.
                        
 
                        - 
                           Lastly, for the QUARREL PERSONAL—It
                           may be infinitely diversified.—I have
                           other instances in my eye,—but I will
                           mention only one.—Minds capable of the
                           widest comprehension, when held back
                           from their proper field, may turn to lesser
                           employments, that fools may wonder at,
                           and canting hypocrites accuse—A CATO
                           might indulge to the pleasures of the
                           bottle, and a CAESAR might play—Unfortunately
                           you may have a CAESAR to oppose
                           you—Let him discuss a matter of
                           finance—that subject is always open—there
                           you have an easy answer. In the
                           former case you parried, here you thrust.—You
                           must admire at his presumption—tell
                           him roundly he is not capable of the
                           subject—and dam his strongest reasons
                           by calling them the reasons of a gambler.
                        
 
                      
                     
                        - 
                           KASTRIL.
                        
 
                        - 
                           Admirable!—Oh doctor!—I will thank
                           you for ever.—I will do any thing for
                           you!
                        
 
                      
                     
                           [Face enters at the corner of the stage,
                              winks at Subtle, and exit.]
                            
                     
                        - 
                           SUBTLE.
                        
 
                        - 
                           "Come, Sir, the captain will come to us
                              presently—I will have you to my chamber of
                              demonstrations, and show my instrument for
                              quarrelling, with all the points of the compass
                              marked upon it. It will make you able
                              to quarrel to a straw's breadth at moonlight.
 
                      
                     
                           Exeunt."
                            
                   
                
             
          
         
            
               ARTICLE IX.
               REFLEXIONS UPON THE PRESENT STATE OF
               THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. BY
               THOMAS PAINE, M.A. &c. 8vo.
            
            
               The revolution of America is the most
               important event of the present century.
               Other revolutions have originated in
               immediate personal feeling, have pointed
               only at a few partial grievances, or, preserving
               the tyranny entire, have consisted only in
               a struggle about the persons in whom it
               should be vested. This only has commenced
               in an accurate and extensive view of things,
               and at a time when the subject of government
               was perfectly understood. The persons,
               who have had the principal share in
               conducting it, exhibit a combination of wisdom,
               spirit and genius, that can never be
               sufficiently admired.
             
            
               In this honourable list, the name of Mr.
               Paine by no means occupies the lowest
               place. He is the best of all their political
               writers. His celebrated pamphlet of Common
               Sense appeared at a most critical period,
               and certainly did important service to the
               cause of independency. His style is exactly
               that of popular oratory. Rough, negligent
               and perspicuous, it presents us occasionally
               with the boldest figures and the most animated
               language. It is perfectly intelligible
               to persons of all ranks, and it speaks with
               energy to the sturdy feelings of uncultivated
               nature. The sentiments of the writer are
               stern, and we think even rancorous to the
               mother country. They may be the sentiments
               of a patriot, they are not certainly
               those of a philosopher.
             
            
               Mr. Paine has thought fit to offer some
               advice to his countrymen in the present juncture,
               in which, according to some, they
               stand in considerable need of it. The performance
               is not unworthy of the other productions
               of this author. It has the same virtues
               and the same defects. We have extracted
               the following passage, as one of the most
               singular and interesting.
             
            
               
                  "America has but one enemy, and that is
                  England. Of the English it behoves us
                  always to be jealous. We ought to cultivate
                  harmony and good understanding with
                  every other power upon earth. The necessity
                  of this caution will be easily shewn.
                  For
                
               
                  1. The united states of America were
                  subject to the government of England.
                  True, they have acknowledged our independence.
                  But pride first struggled as
                  much as she could, and sullenness held off
                  as long as she dare. They have withdrawn
                  their claim upon our obedience, but do
                  you think they have forgot it? To this
                  hour their very news-papers talk daily of
                  dissentions between colony and colony, and
                  the disaffection of this and of that to the
                  continental interest. They hold up one
                  another in absurdity, and look with affirmative
                  impatience, when we shall fall
                  together by the ears, that they may run
                  away with the prize we have so dearly
                  won. It is not in man to submit to a defalcation
                  of empire without reluctance.
                  But in England, where every cobler, slave
                  as he is, hath been taught to think himself
                  a king, never.
                
               
                  2. The resemblance, of language, customs,
                  will give them the most ready access
                  to us. The king of England will
                  have emissaries in every corner. They
                  will try to light up discord among us.
                  They will give intelligence of all our
                  weaknesses. Though we have struggled
                  bravely, and conquered like men, we are
                  not without imperfection. Ambition and
                  hope will be for ever burning in the breast
                  of our former tyrant. Dogmatical confidence
                  is the worst enemy America can
                  have. We need not fear the Punic sword.
                  But let us be upon our guard against the
                  arts of Carthage.
                
               
                  3. England is the only European state
                  that still possesses an important province
                  upon our continent. The Indian tribes
                  are all that stand between us. We know
                  with what art they lately sought their detested
                  alliance. What they did then was the
                  work of a day. Hereafter if they act against
                  us, the steps they will proceed with will be
                  slower and surer. Canada will be their place
                  of arms. From Canada they will pour down
                  their Indians. A dispute about the boundaries
                  will always be an easy quarrel. And
                  if their cunning can inveigle us into a false
                  security, twenty or thirty years hence we
                  may have neither generals nor soldiers to
                  stop them."
                
             
          
         
            
               ARTICLE X.
               SPEECH OF THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
               EDMUND BURKE, ON A MOTION FOR AN
               ADDRESS OF THANKS TO HIS MAJESTY (ON
               THE 28TH OF NOVEMBER, 1783) FOR HIS
               GRACIOUS COMMUNICATION OF A TREATY
               OF COMMERCE CONCLUDED BETWEEN
               GEORGE THE THIRD, KING, &C. AND THE
               UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
            
            
               We were very apprehensive upon Mr.
               Burke's coming into administration,
               that this circumstance might have proved a
               bar to any further additions to the valuable
               collection of his speeches already in the hands
               of the public. If we imagined that our verdict
               could make any addition to the very
               great and deserved reputation in which they
               are held, we should not scruple to say that
               were Cicero our contemporary, and Mr.
               Burke the ancient, we are persuaded that
               there would not be a second opinion upon
               the comparative merits of their orations. In
               the same degree as the principles of the latter
               are unquestionably more unsullied,
               and his spirit more independent; do we
               esteem him to excel in originality of genius,
               and sublimity of conception.
             
            
               We will give two extracts; one animadverting
               upon the preliminaries of peace concluded
               by the earl of Shelburne; the other
               a character of David Hartley, Esq.
             
            
               
                  "I know that it has been given out, that
                  by the ability and industry of their predecessors
                  we found peace and order established
                  to our hands; and that the present ministers
                  had nothing to inherit, but emolument
                  and indolence, otium cum dignitate.
                  Sir, I will inform you what kind of peace
                  and leisure the late ministers had provided.
                  They were indeed assiduous in their devotion;
                  they erected a temple to the goddess
                  of peace. But it was so hasty and incorrect
                  a structure, the foundation was so imperfect,
                  the materials so gross and unwrought,
                  and the parts so disjointed,
                  that it would have been much easier to
                  have raised an entire edifice from the
                  ground, than to have reduced the injudicious
                  sketch that was made to any regularity
                  of form. Where you looked for
                  a shrine, you found only a vestibule;
                  instead of the chapel of the goddess, there
                  was a wide and dreary lobby; and neither
                  altar nor treasury were to be found. There
                  was neither greatness of design, nor accuracy
                  of finishing. The walls were full of
                  gaps and flaws, the winds whistled through
                  the spacious halls, and the whole building
                  tottered over our heads.
                
               
                  Mr. Hartley, sir, is a character, that
                  must do honour to his country and to human
                  nature. With a strong and independent
                  judgment, with a capacious and
                  unbounded benevolence, he devoted himself
                  from earliest youth for his brethren
                  and fellow creatures. He has united a
                  character highly simple and inartificial,
                  with the wisdom of a true politician. Not
                  by the mean subterfuges of a professed
                  negociator; not by the dark, fathomless
                  cunning of a mere statesman; but by an
                  extensive knowledge of the interest and
                  character of nations; by an undisguised
                  constancy in what is fit and reasonable;
                  by a clear and vigorous spirit that disdains
                  imposition. He has met the accommodating
                  ingenuity of France; he has met the
                  haughty inflexibility of Spain upon their
                  own ground, and has completely routed
                  them. He loosened them from all their
                  holdings and reserves; he left them not a
                  hole, nor a corner to shelter themselves.
                  He has taught the world a lesson we had
                  long wanted, that simple and unaided virtue
                  is more than a match for the unbending
                  armour of pride, and the exhaustless
                  evolutions of political artifice."
                
             
          
       
      
         FINIS.
       
       
        1783 By WILLIAM GODWIN.
           
         
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