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sions, round the huts of the rich, and watch the opportunities of the ladies and gentlemen, as they come down to pass their liquor ; and, holding a wooden bowl, catch the delicious fluid, very little altered by filtration, being still strongly tinctured with the intoxicating quality. Of this they drink with the utmost satisfaction; and thus they get as drunk and as jovial as their betters. ... Happy nobility, cries my companion, who can fear no diminution of respect, unless by being seized with a stranguary; and who when most drunk are most useful. Though we have not this custoin among us, I foresee that if it were introduced, we might have many a toad-eater in Enge land ready to drink from the wooden bowl, on these occasions, and to praise the flavour of his lordship’s liquor. As we have different classes of gentry, who knows but we might see a lord holding the bowl to a minister, a knight holding it to his lordship, and a simple squire drinking it, double distilled, from the loins of knighthood. For my part, I shall never for the future hear a great man's flatterers haranguing in his praise, that I shall not fancy I behold the wooden bowl; for I can see no reason why a man, who can live easily and happily at home, should bear the drudgery of decorum, and the impertinence of his entertainer, unless intoxicated with a passion for all that was qua. Jity, unless he thought, that, whatever came from the great, was delicious, and had the tincture of the mushroom in it.
Ib. Vol. i. let. cxxi.
The excellency of this principle (honour) is, that the vulgar are destitute of it, and it is only to be met with in people of the better sort, as some oranges have kernels, and others not, though. the outside be the same. In great families it is like the gout, generally counted hereditary, and all lords children are born with it.-A man of honour is always accounted impartial and a man of sense of course, for nobody ever heard of a man of honour that was a fool.
Fable of lbe Bees. Remark (R)
-Who the devil doth not know,
If a lord once own the happy lines
HE'[Lord Chesterfield] is a wit among lords, but a lord only among wits.
Life, by Boswel. TITLES are of no weight with posterity, and the name only of a man who has performed great
exploits carries more respect than all the epithets that can be added to it.
Life of Louis XIV. Nobility resideth not but in the soul, nor is there true honour except in virtue.
The favour of princes may be bought by vices; rank and titles may be purchased for money, but these are not true houour..
• Crimes cannot exalt the man who comniits them, to real glory; neither can gold make men noble.
Wouldst thou wish to be raised, for men know not what ? or wouldst thou that they should say, why is this? .
He who, meritless himself, appealeth to the actions of his ancestors for his greatness, is like the thief who claimeth protection by flying to the pagod.
What good is it to the blind that his parents could see? what benefit is it to the dumb, that his grandfather was eloquent? Even so, what is it to the mean, that their predecessors were noble.
A mind disposed to virtue maketh great the possessor of it; and, without titles, it will raise him above the vulgar.
He will acquire honour while others receive it; and will he not say unto them, such were the men whom you glory in being derived from?
As the shadow waiteth upon the substance, even so true honour attendeth upon virtue. Is it not better that men should say, why hath
not this man a statue ? than that they should ask; · why he hath one ?
Economy of Human Life, b. iv. cb.i, Examine not the pedigree or patrimony of a good man.
OLD SPANISH PROVERB.'
The only infamy should be vice.
VOLTAIRE. ; Pbilosopb. Dict. art. Civil Laws..
What is a lord? Doth that plain simple word, Contain some magic spell ? As soon as heard, Like an alarum bell on night's dull ear, Doth it strike louder, and more strong appear Than other words ? Whether we will or no, Thro' reason's court doth it unquestion'd go E’en on the mention, and of course transmit Notions of something excellent, of wit Pleasing, tho' keen, of humour free, tho'chaste, Of sterling genius with sound judgment grac'd, Of virtue far above temptation's reach, And honour, which not malice can impeach? Believe it not-'twas Nature's first intent, Before their rank became their punishinent, They should have pass'd for men, nor blush'd to
prize The blessings she bestow'd. She gave them eyes, And they could see-She gave them ears, they
heard The instruments of stirring, and they stirr'd
Like us they were design'd to eat, to drink,
A LORD (nor here let censure rashly call
Independence, vol. ii. p. 294.