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S. Della Rocca finished by con- fore him how ridiculous he must cluding, both from his experience himself have appeared at the time and observations, that man .was an he was so continually censuring animal very difficult to please ; every thing around him, corrected who, in the midst of real bless himself of his follies ; and thus ings, was always occupied about the discontent of others has effecsome imaginary good. Giaco- tually cured his own. mo, judging by the spectacle be



From Fellowes's Christian Philosophy. ROUSSEAU has been too often ex- spect than of tenderness, of admirtolled as a philanthropist. Mr. ation than of love--At times she Burke said of him, that he loved appears an heterogeneous mixture his kind and hated his kindred. ef apathy and passion, of prudence The exposure of his children, by and of coquetry. In some situawhatever sophistry it may be ex- tions she wants tenderness, in cused, is an indelible blot on his others firinness; and she is often humanity; and invalidates all his less governed by the warm impretensions to philanthropy. For, pulses of affection, than by the can that philanthropy be genuine, abstractions of philosophy. which is founded on the extinction His Emilius, though marked by of the parental affections ; and the illuminating touches and the which, with more than savage bru- original conceptions of genius, yet, tality, forsakes the poor innocents considered as a system, is more it brings into the world?

conspicuous for its singularity than Every page of Rousseau glows its truth. It pourtrays a system with the captivations of that senti. of education, which, if it were uni. mental luxury, of which he is so versally adopted, would keep the great a master ; and which he ar- human species in a state of perrays in all the blandishments of manency between light and darkeloquence. Hence the source of ness, between savage barbarity and that admiration, which his writings civilized refinement. It would have SO universally excited. counteract the moral and physical Though his judgment, as a philo- improvement of man, the prosopher, was not profound ; yet gress of knowledge, and the prohis tase was so exquisite, that he ductiveness of industry. strews flowers in the most rugged Though Rousseau had little beway, and interests the passions neficence, yet his writings, breathand the fancy, in the investigation ing nothing but the reciprocal love of the most abstract propositions. and kindness and confidence of the This is his great excellence. Golden Age, contributed, by their

In his new Eloise, the interest wide diffusion and their enchanting eonsists, not so much in the diver. eloquence,to render humanity fashsity or the combination of the in- ionable ; and they have, at least, cidents, as in the beauty of the this merit,--that no man can well sentiment, and the magick of the rise from reading them, without diction. The picture of Julia is feeling a higher respect for his highly finished; but it leaves on species. the nind more impressions of re- That extreme and febrile sen

sibility, which was the characteris- in the contemplation of which, the tick peculiarity of Rousseau, while eve is, at last, satiated by the uniit proved the origin of many of his formity. Yet, highly coloured as miseries, was, perhaps, a princi- is the eloquence of Rousseau, I bepal source of his greatness. It lieve that the generality of readers imparted a singular delicacy, fresh- would peruse his works with less ness, and animation to every page relish, if they were less adorned. of his writings. His feelings, in And it must be confessed, that the whatever channel they flowed, ornaments, with which they are pushed on with a resistless impet- embellished, are not the frippery uosity ; but, in the end, they made and patchwork of a paltry artist, a wreck of his understanding. but the rich copiousness of an His judgment was lost in the un- highly saturated imagination ; anch remitting turbulence of his sensa- they often possess a charm, of tions; and in some intervals of in- which even the apathy of the coldsanity, he exhibited the melancho- est critick can hardly be insensible ly prospect of genius crumbling to the fascination. He who wishinto ruins.

es to perfect himself in those deliThe language of Rousseau was cacies of language or curious felicialways a faithful mirror of what ties of phraseology, which impress was passing in the heart ; which a palpable form, a living entity on now thrilled with rapture, and now the fleeting tints and sensations of yaged with passion, of his style, the heart, should carefully analyse the peculiar characteristick is exu- the genius of the style of Rousseau ; berance of imagery; profusion, should search into the causes, from without distinction of lustre. It which result the beauty and splenoften resembles a landscape, in dour of his combinations; and enwhich there is a great assemblage deavour to extract from an attenof beautiful forms, without any in- tive perusal of the Eloise and the termediate spots of barrenness ; Emilius, a portion of that taste by but without any objects of a strik- which they were inspired. ing and prominent grandeur ; and,



As to Jortin, whether I look back graced the powers of his underto his verse,to his prose, to his critical standing. With a lively imaginaor to his theological works, there are tion, an elegant taste, and a judgfew authors to whom I am so much ment most masculine and most indebted for rational entertainment correct, he united the artless and or for solid instruction. Learned amiaðle negligence of a schoolhe was, without pedantry. He boy. Wît without ill

nature, and was ingenious, without the affecta- sense without effort, he could, at tion of singularity. He was a love will, scatter upon every subject ; er of truth, without hovering over and in every book, the writer prethe gloomy abyss of skepticism, sents us with a near and distinct and a friend to free-inquiry, with- view of the real man. out roving into the dreary and His style, though inartificial, is pathless wilds of latitudinarianism. sometimes elevated : though fa* He had a heart which never dis- miliar, it is never mean ; and the employed upon various topicks of gish, he yet was exempt from theology, ethicks, and criticism, it those fickle humours, those rankis not arrayed in any delusive re- ling jealousies, and that restless remblance, either of solemnity, waywardness, which men of the from fanatical cant,...of profound- brightest talents are too prone to ness, from scholastick jargon,...of indulge. He carried with him, precision, from the crabbed for- into every station in which he was malities of cloudy philologists....or placed, and every subject which of refinement, from the technical he explored, a solid greatness of babble of frivolous connoisseurs. • soul, which could spare an

infeAt the shadows and fleeting re- riour, though in the offensive form putation, which is sometimes gain- of an adversary, and endure an ed by the petty frolicks of literary equal with, or without, the sacred vanity, or the mischievous strug- name of friend. The importance gles of controversial rage, Jortin of commendation, as well to him never grasped. Truth,which some who bestows, as to him who claims men are ambitious of seizing by it, he estimated not only with jussurprize in the trackless and dark tice, but with delicacy, and thererecess, he was content to overtake fore he neither wantonly lavished in the broad and beaten path : And it, nor withheld it austerely. But in the pursuit of it, if he does not invective he neither provoked nor excite our astonishment by the ra- feared ; and, as to the severities of pidity of his strides, he, at least, contempt, he reserved tirem for ocsecures our confidence by the firm- casions where alone they could Dess of his step. To the examin- be employed with propriety, and ation of positions advanced by oth- where, by himself, they always er men, he always brought a mind, were employed with effect....for which neither prepossession had the chastisement of arrogant dunseduced, nor malevolence polluted. ces, of censorious sciolists, of inHe imposed not his own conjec- tolerant bigots in every sect, and tures as infallible and irresistible unprincipled impostors in every truths, nor endeavoured to give an profession.

profession. Distinguished in vaair of importance to trifles, by rious forms of literary composidogmatical vehemence. He could tion, engaged in various duties of support his more serious opinions, his ecclesiastical profession, and without the versatļlity of a sophist, blessed with a long and honourathe fierceness of a disputant, or ble life, he nobly exemplified that the impertinence of a buffoon.... rare and illustrious virtue of charmore than this....hę could relin- ity, which Leland, in his reply to quish or correct them with the calm the letter-writer, thus eloquently and steady dignity of a writer,who, describes. “CHARITY never miswhile he yielded something to the represents ; never ascribes obarguments of his antagonists, was noxious principles or mistaken conscious of retaining enough to opinions to an opponent, which he command their respect. He had himself disavows ; is not so earn• too much discerument to confound est in refuting, as to fancy positions difference of opinion with maligni« never asserted, and to extend its ty or dulness, and too much can- censure to opinions, which will dour to insult, where he could not perhaps be delivered.

Charity is persuade. Though his sensibili- utterly averse to sneering, the niost ties were neither coarse nor slug, despicable species of ridicule, that most despicable subterfuge of plicit submission a want of coman impotent objector. Charity mon respect.” never supposes, that all sense and The esteem, the affection, the knowledge are confined to a par- reverence which I feel for so proticular circle, to a district, or to a found a scholar, and so honest a country : Charity never condemns man, as Dr. Jortin, make me and embraces principles in the wholly indifferent to the praise and same breath ; never professes to censure of those, who vilify, with. confute, what it acknowledges to be out reading, his writings, or read just, never presumes to bear down them, without finding some incenan adversary with confident asser- tive to study, some proficiency in tions ; charity does not call dis- knowledge, or some improvement sent insolence, or the want of im- in virtue.

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AGAIN the strength of Winter fails,
His ruffian forces disappear,
And now the downy-pinion'd gales
Loose from his grasp the youthful year.

Returning Spring with timid eye,
Her virgin bosom cold with dew,
Bids her attendant graces fly,
And nature's faded charms renew.

Again, amid the darkening grove,
Is heard the vernal voice of joy,
Again the magick powers of love.
Their softly winning arts employ.

DEATH went upon a solemn day
At Pluto's hall his court to pay :
The phantom, having humbly kist
His grisly monarch's sooty fist,
Presented him the weekly bills
Of doctors, fevers, plagues, and pills.
Pluto, observing since the peace
The burial-article decrease,
And, vext to sec affairs miscarry,
Declar'd in council, Death must marry ;
Vow'd he no longer could support
old bachelors about his court;
The interest of his realm had need
That Death silould get a numerous breed;
Young Deathlings, who, by practice made
Proficient in their father's trade,
With colonies might stock around
His large dominions under ground.

With merry heart, and cheerful song
The ploughman treads the blackening field,
Delighted as he moves along
To count what future harvests yield.

Th' impatient sailor leaves the shore,
Adventuring on the watery waste,
Undaunted hears the surges' roar
And fearless braves the howling bla st.

Yes, spring returns; but wanting now
The joys which earlier years have known,
The sunny smile, the unclouded brow,
Which marked the Spring of Life, have Aown.

A consult of coquettes below
Was call'd, to rig him out a beau :
From her own head Megæra takes
A periwig of twisted snakes;
Which in the nicest fashion curl'd
(Like toupets of this upper world),
With flour of sulphur powder'd well,
That graceful on his shoulders fell;
An adder of the sable kind
In line direct hung down behind ;
The owl, the rayen, and the bat,
Clubb'a for a fcather to bis hal ;

H******, April 11, 1806.

Vol. III. No. 4. 2A

For the Anthology:

His coat, an usurcr's velvet pall,
Bequeath'd to Pluto, corpse and all.
But, loth his person to expose
Bare, like a carcase pickt by crows
A lawyer o'er his hands and face
S!uck artfully a parchment-case.



H that thon wert like him who drew

Life from the same maternal breast, No crimson should my cheek imbue,

Whicu I thy lips in secret prest.

Thus furnished out, he sent his train To take a house in Warwick-lane : The " faculty,” his humble friends, A complimental message sends : Their president in scarlet gown Harangu'd, and welcom'd him to town.

Home I'd persuade thee to return,

With me domeftick bliss to prove, Where from my mother I would learn

To keep thee, all the lore of love.

Thy lip should rich delicious wine,

My own pomgranate vintage, taste; On thy left hand my head recline,

And thy right arm enfold my waist.

But Death had business to dispatch ; His mind was running on his match, And, hearing much of Daphne's fame, His “ majesty of terrors" came, Eine as a colonel of the guards, To visit where she sate at cards : She, as he came into the room, Thought him Adonis in his bloom. And now her heart with pleasure jumps ;. She scarce remembers what is trumps ; For such a shape of skin and bone Was never scen, except her own : Charm'd with his eyes, and chin, and snout, Her pocket-glass drew slily out; And grew enamour'd with her phiz, As just the counterpart of his. She darted many a private glance, And freely made the first advance ;. Was of her beauty grown so vain, she doubted not to win the swain,

when such a heaven of bliss we share,

Should siccp exhausted nature seize, Maids of Jerusalem, forbcar

To wake my love until he pleasc.

What stranger from the wilderness

Comes leaning on her lave? the maid Whom once I rais'd with chaste caress.

Beneath the citron's spreading shade.

Within that.consecrated grove

Thy parent first embrac'd her child, There first the pledge of virtuous love

Gaz'd on her mother's face and smil'd:

Set me a signet on thine arm,

And on thy heart my image lay, The spell would drive, with potent charm,

The fiend of Jealousy away.

The cruel fiend, greedy as death,

No art can soothe, no fattery tame; Whose eyes are burning coals, whose breathe

A scorching, all devouring stamc.

Love ever clear and constant burns,

No floods can quench his heaveidy light; No wealth corrupt him, for he spurns

The sordid miscreant from his sight.

Nothing she thought could sooner gain him,,
Than with her wit to entertain him.
she ask'd about her friends below;
This meagre fop, that batter'd beau :.
Whether some late departed toasts
Had got gallants among the glosts :
If Chloe were a sharper still
As great as ever at quadrille ?
(The ladies there must needs be rooks ;.
For cards, we know, are Pluto's books !)
If Florimel had found her love,
For whom sbe hang'd herself above ?
How oft a week was kept a ball
By Proserpine at Pluto's hall?
She fancied those Elysian shades
The sweetest place for masquerades :
How pleasant, on the banks of Styx,
To troll it in a coach and six !

What pride a female heart infames !
How endless are ambition's aims !
Cease, haughty nymph; the Fates decrec
Death must not be a spouse for thee :
For, when by chance the mcagre shade
Upon thy hand his finger laid,
Thy hand as dry and cold as lead,
His matrimonial spirit fled ;
He felt about his heart a damp,
That quite extinguish'd Cupid's lamp:
Away the frighted spectre scudó,
And leaves my lady in the suds.

Our little sister sweet and fair,

Her bosom like the infant role, Waits till the gentle vernal air

Swell the soft buds, and they uncloft.



Chloc new-marry'd looks on men no more ; Why then it's plain for what she look'd before.


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