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-he reveres

Note 7, page 12, col. 2.

visit Sicily and Greece, when hearing of the troubles “These are my Jewels!"

in England, he thought it proper to hasten home. The anecdote here alluded to, is related by Valerius

Note 13, page 13, col. 1.
Maximus, lib. iv, c. 4.

And Milton's self.
Note 8, page 12, col. 2.

I began thus far to assent ... to an inward prompt"Suffer these little ones to come to me!”

ing which now grew daily upon me, that by labor and In our early Youth, while yet we live only among intent study (which I take to be my portion in this those we love, we love without restraint, and our life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I hearts overflow in every look, word, and action. But might perhaps leave something, so written, to after when we enter the world and are repulsed by stran- times, as they should not willingly let it die.—MILTON gers, forgotten by friends, we grow more and more timid in our approaches even to those we love best.

Note 14, page 13, col. 1. How delightful to us then are the little caresses of

't was at matin-time. children! All sincerity, all affection, they fly into our Love and devotion are said to be nearly allied. arms; and then, and then only, we feel our first Boccaccio fell in love at Naples in the church of St. confidence, our first pleasure.

Lorenzo; as Petrarch had done at Avignon in the Note 9, page 12, col. 2.

church of St. Clair.

Note 15, page 13, col. 2.
The brow engraven with the Thoughts of Years.

Lovely before, oh, say how lovely now!
This is a law of Nature. Age was anciently synony-

Is it not true, that the young not only appear to be mous with power; and we may always observe that but really are, most beautiful in the presence of those the old are held in more or less honor as men are

they love? It calls forth all their beauty. more or less virtuous. “ Shame," says Homer, « bids the youth beware how he accosts the man of many

Note 16, page 13, col. 2. years.” “Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, And feeling hearts--touch them but rightly-pour and honor the face of an old man.”—Leviticus.

A thousand inelodies unheard before! Among us, says a philosophical historian, and

Xenophon has left us a delightful instance of conwherever birth and possessions give rank and au- jugal affection. thority, the young and the profligate are seen continu- The king of Armenia not fulfilling his engagement, ally above the old and the worthy: there Age can never Cyrus entered the country, and, having taken him find its due respect. But among many of the ancient and all his family prisoners, ordered them instantly nations was otherwise ; and they reaped the benefit before him. Armenian, said he, you are free; for you of it “Rien ne maintient plus les maurs qu'une are now sensible of your error. And what will you extrême subordination des jeunes gens envers les give me, if I restore your wife to you ?-All that I am vieillards. Les uns et les autres seront contenus, ceux-able. What, if I restore your children ?-All that I là par le respect qu'ils auront pour les vieillards, et am able. And you, Tigranes, said he, turning to the ceux-ci par le respect qu'ils auront pour eux-mêmes.” son, What would you do, to save your wife from

MONTESQUIEU. servitude? Now Tigranes was but lately married, Note 10, page 12, col. 2.

and had a great love for his wife. Cyrus, he replied, Like Her most gentle, most unfortunate.

to save her from servitude, I would willingly lay

down Before I went into Germany, I came to Brodegate in Leicestershire, to take my leave of that noble Lady

Let each have his own again, said Cyrus; and when Jane Grey, to whom I was exceeding much beholding. he was departed, one spoke of his clemency; and Her parents, the Duke and Duchess, with all the another of his valor; and another of his beauty, and Household, Gentlemen and Gentlewomen, were

the graces of his person. Upon which, Tigranes hunting in the park. I found her in her chamber, asked his wife, if she thought him handsome. Really, reading Phædo Platonis in Greek, and that with as said she, I did not look at him.--At whom then did much delight as some Gentlemen would read a merry you look ?—At him who said he would lay down his tale in Boccace. After salutation and duty done, with life for me.- -Cyropædia, l. iii. some other talk, I asked her, why she would lose such

Note 17, page 14, col. 2. pastime in the park? Smiling, she answered me, “I He goes, and Night comes as it never came ! wist, all their sport in the park is but a shadow to that

These circumstances, as well as some others that pleasure that I find in Plato.”—ROGER Ascham.

follow, are happily, as far as they regard England, of Note 11, page 12, col. 2.

an ancient date. To us the miseries inflicted by a Then is the Age of Admiration.

foreign invader are now known only by description. Dante in his old age was pointed out to Petrarch Many generations have passed away since our counwhen a boy; and Dryden to Pope.

trywomen saw the smoke of an enemy's camp. Who does not wish that Dante and Dryden could

But the same passions are always at work every. have known the value of the homage that was paid where, and their effects are always nearly the same; them, and foreseen the greatness of their young though the circumstances that attend them are in. admirers ?

finitely various.
Note 12, page 13, col. 1.

Nete 18, page 15, col. 1.
Scenes such as Milton sought, but sought in vain.

That House with many a funeral-garland hung. He had arrived at Naples; and was preparing to A custom in some of our country-churches.

my life.

Note 19, page 15, col. 1.

Mr. Attorney-General. Yes, a Servant.
Soon through the gadding vine, etc.

Lord Chief Justice. Any of your Servants shall An English breakfast; which may well excite in assist you in writing anything you please for you. others what in Rousseau continued through life, un

Lord Russel. My Wife is here, my Lord, to do got vif pour les déjednés. C'est le tems de la jour. il-State Trials, ii. née nous sommes les plus tranquilles, nous cauprs le plus à notre aise.

Note 25, page 15, col. 2. The luxuries here mentioned, familiar to us as

Her glory now, as ever her delight. they now are, were almost unknown before the Revolution.

Epaminondas, after his victory at Leuctra, rejoiced

most of all at the pleasure which it would give his Note 20, page 15, col. 2.

father and mother; and who would not have envied Like Hampden struggling in his country's cause. them their feelings? Zeuxis is said to have drawn his Helen from an Cornelia was called at Rome the Mother-in-law assemblage of the most beautiful women; and many of Scipio. “When,” said she to her sons, “shall I a writer of fiction, in forming a life to his mind, has be called the mother of the Gracchi ?" recourse to the brightest moments in the lives of others.

Note 26, page 16, col. 1. I may be suspected of having done so here, and

Lo, on his back a Son brings in his Sire. of having designed, as it were, from living models; but by making an allusion now and then to those

An act of filial piety represented on the coins of who have really lived, I thought I should give Catana, a Greek city, some remains of which are something of interest to the picture, as well as better still to be seen at the foot of mount Ætna. The illustrate my meaning.

story is told of two brothers, who in this manner

saved both their parents. The place from which Note 21, page 15, col. 2.

they escaped was long called the field of the pious ; On through that gate misnamed.

and public games were annually held there to com-
Traitor's gate, the water-gate in the Tower of memorate the event.
Note 22, page 15, col. 2.

Note 27, page 16, col. 2.
Then to the place of trial.

Oh thou, all-eloquent, whose mighty mind.
This very slight sketch of Civil Dissension is

Cicero. It is remarkable that, among the comforts taken from our own annals; but, for an obvious of Old Age, he has not mentioned those arising from reason, not from those of our own Age.

the society of women and children. Perhaps the The persons here immediately alluded to lived husband of Terentia and “ the father of Marcus felt more than a hundred years ago, in a reign which something on the subject, of which he was willing Blackstone has justly represented as wicked, san. to spare himself the recollection." guinary, and turbulent; but such times have always afforded the most signal instances of heroic courage and ardent affection.

Great reverses, like theirs, lay open the human heart. They occur indeed but seldom; yet all men BEFORE I conclude, I would say something in are liable to them; all, when they occur to others, favor of the old-fashioned triplet, which I have here make them more or less their own; and, were we ventured to use so often. Dryden seems to have to describe our condition to an inhabitant of some delighted in it, and in many of his most admired other planet, could we omit what forms so striking poems has used it much oftener than I have done, a circumstance in human life?

as for instance in the Hind and Panther,' and in

Theodore and Honoria, where he introduces it three, Note 23, page 15, col. 2.

four, and even five times in succession. and alone.

If I have erred anywhere in the structure of my In the reign of William the Third, the law was 'verse from a desire to follow yet earlier and higher altered. A prisoner, prosecuted for high treason, examples, I rely on the forgiveness of those in whose may now make his full defence by counsel.

ear the music of our old versification is still sounding. Note 24, page 15, col. 2. Like that sweet Saint who sate by Russel's side

1 Pope used to mention this poem as the most correct speciUnder the Judgment-seat.

men of Dryden's versification. It was indeed written when be

had completely formed his manner, and may be supposed to Lord Russel. May I have somebody to write, to exhibit, negligence excepted, his deliberate and ultimate scheme assist my memory?


of metre.

An Epistle to a friend.


et pauper agelle,
Me tibi, et hos unâ mecum, et quos semper amavi,


| Point out the green lane rough with fera and flowers,

The shelter'd gate that opens to my field, EVERY reader turns with pleasure to those pas. And the white front through mingling elms reveal'd. sages of Horace, and Pope, and Boileau, which de- In vain, alas, a village-friend invites scribe how they lived and where they dwelt; and To simple comforts, and domestic rites, which, being interspersed among their satirical writ- When the gay months of Carnival resume ings, derive a secret and irresistible grace from the Their annual round of glitter and perfume ; contrast, and are admirable examples of what in When London hails thee to its splendid mart, Painting is termed repose.

Its hives of sweets, and cabinets of art; We have admittance to Horace at all hours. We And, lo, majestic as thy manly song, enjoy the company and conversation at his table; and Flows the full tide of human life along. his suppers, like Plato's, “non solum in præsentia, sed Sull must my partial pencil love to dwell etiam poster die jucundæ sunt." But when we look on the home-prospects of my hermit-cell; round as we sit there, we find ourselves in a Sabine The mossy pales that skirt the orchard-green, farm, and not in a Roman villa. His windows have Here hid by shrub-wood, there by glimpses seen; every charm of prospect; but his furniture might have And the brown pathway, that, with careless Blon. descended from Cincinnatus; and gems, and pictures, Sinks, and is lost among the trees below. and old marbles, are mentioned by him more than Still must it trace (the flattering tints forgive) once with a seeming indifference.

Each fleeting charm that bids the landscape live. His English Imitator thought and felt, perhaps, more Oft o'er the mead, at pleasing distance, pass (1) correctly on the subject; and embellished his garden Browsing the hedge by fits the pannier'd ass ; and grotto with great industry and success. But to The idling shepherd-boy, with rude delight, these alone he solicits our notice. On the ornaments Whistling his dog to mark the pebble's flight; of his house he is silent; and he appears to have re-And in her kerchief blue the cottage-maid, served all the minuter touches of his pencil for the With brimming pitcher from the shadowy glade library, the chapel, and the banqueting-room of Far to the south a mountnin-vale retires, Timon. “Le savoir de notre siècle," says Rousseau, Rich in its groves, and glens, and village-spires : " tend beaucoup plus à détruire qu'à édifier. On cen- Its upland-lawns, and cliffs with foliage hung, sure d'un ton de maitre ; pour proposer, il en faut Its wizard-stream, nor nameless nor unsung : prendre un autre."

And through the various year, the various day, (2) It is the design of this Epistle to illustrate the virtue What scenes of glory burst, and melt away! of True Taste; and to show how little she requires to When April-verdure springs in Grosvenor-square, secure, not only the comforts, but even the elegancies And the furr’d Beauty comes to winter there, of life. True Taste is an excellent Economist. She She bids old Nature mar the plan no more; confines her choice to few objects, and delights in Yet still the seasons circle as before. producing great effects by small means : while False Ah, still as soon the young Aurora plays, Taste is for ever sighing after the new and the rare; Though moons and flambeaux trail their broadest blaze, and reminds us, in her works, of the Scholar of As soon the sky-lark pours his matin-song, Apelles, who, not being able to paint his Helen Though evening lingers at the mask so long. beautiful, determined to make her fine.

There let her strike with momentary ray,
As tapers shine their little lives away ;

There let her practise from herself to steal,

And look the happiness she does not feel ;
An invitation—The approach to a Villa described—Its The ready smile and bidden blush employ

At Faro-routs that dazzle to destroy : situation-Its few apartments furnished with casts from the Antique, etc.—The dining-mom-The Fan with affected ease the essenced air,

And lisp of fashions with unmeaning stare. library-A cold-bath-A winter-walk-Asummer-walk-The invitation renewed—Conclusion. When morning fills the fields with rosy light;

Be thine to meditate a humbler flight,

Be thine to blend, nor thine a vulgar aim, WHEN, with a Reaumur's skill, thy curious mind Repose with dignity, with quiet fame. Has class'd the insect-tribes of human kind,

Here no state-chambers in long line unfold, Each with its busy hum, or gilded wing,

Bright with broad mirrors, rough with fretted gold, Its subtle web-work, or its venom'd sting; Yet modest ornament, with use combined, Lot me, to claim a few unvalued hours,

Attracts the eye to exercise the mind.

Small change of scene, small space his home re- When from his classic dreams the student steals,' quires, (3)

Amid the buzz of crowds, the whirl of wheels, Who leads a life of satisfied desires.

To muse unnoticed-while around him press

The meteor-forms of equipage and dress ; What though no marble breathes, no canvas glows, Alone, in wonder lost, he seems to stand From every point a ray of genius flows ! (4)

A very stranger in his native land! Be mine to bless the more mechanic skill,

And (though perchance of current coin possest, That stamps, renews, and multiplies at will;

And modern phrase by living lips exprest) And cheaply circulates, through distant climes,

Like those blest Youths, (10) forgive the fabling page, The fairest relies of the purest times.

Whose blameless lives deceived a twilight age, Here from the mould to conscious being start

Spent in sweet slumbers; till the miner's spade Those finer forms, the miracles of art;

Unclosed the cavern, and the morning play'd. Here chosen gems, imprest on sulphur, shine,

Ah! what their strange surprise, their wild delight! That slept for ages in a second mine;

New arts of life, new manners meet their sight! And here the faithful graver dares to trace

In a new world they wake, as from the dead; A Michael's grandeur, and a Raphael's grace!

Yet doubt the trance dissolved, the vision fled! Thy Gallery, Florence, gilds my humble walls, And my low roof the Vatican recalls !

O come, and, rich in intellectual wealth,

Blend thought with exercise, with knowledge health! Soon as the morning-dream my pillow flies, Long, in this shelter'd scene of letter'd talk, To waking sense what brighter visions rise ! With sober step repeat the pensive walk; O mark! again the courses of the Sun,

Nor scorn, when graver triflings fail to please, At Guido's call, (5) their round of glory run! The cheap amusements of a mind at ease; Again the rosy Hours resume their flight,

Here every care in sweet oblivion cast, Obscured and lost in floods of golden light! And many an idle hour—not idly pass'd. But could thine erring friend so long forget

No tuneful echoes, ambush'd at my gate, (Sweet source of pensive joy and fond regret)

Catch the blest accents of the wise and great. (11) That here its warmest hues the pencil flings,

Vain of its various page, no Album breathes Lo! here the lost restores, the absent brings;

The sigh that Friendship or the Muse bequeaths. And still the Few best loved and most revered (6)

Yet some good Genii o'er my hearth preside, Rise round the board their social smile endear'd ?

Oft the far friend, with secret spell, to guide ;

And there I trace, when the grey evening lours, Selected shelves shall claim thy studious hours; A silent chronicle of happier hours ! There shall thy ranging mind be fed on flowers!! When Christmas revels in a world of snow, There, while the shaded lamp's mild lustre streams, And bids her berries blush, her carols flow; Read ancient books, or dream inspiring dreams ; (7) His spangling shower when Frost the wizard flings And, when a sage's bust arrests thee there, (8) Or, borne in ether blue, on viewless wings, Pause, and his features with his thoughts compare. O'er the white pane his silvery foliage weaves, -Ah, most that Art my grateful rapture calls, And gems with icicles the sheltering eves ; Which breathes a soul into the silent walls ; 2 — Thy muffled friend his nectarine-wall pursues, Which gathers round the Wise of every Tongue, (9) What time the sun the yellow crocus wooes, All on whose words departed nations hung; Screened from the arrowy North ; and duly hies ? Still prompt to charm with many a converse sweet; To meet the morning-rumor as it flies; Guides in the world, companions in retreat!

To range the murmuring market-place, and view Though my thatch'd bath no rich Mosaic knows, The motley groups that faithful Teniers drew. A limpid spring with unfelt current flows.

When Spring bursts forth in blossoms through the Emblem of Life! which, still as we survey,

vale, Seerns motionless, yet ever glides away!

And her wild music triumphs on the gale, The shadowy walls record, with Attic art,

Of with my book I muse from stile to stile ;3 The strength and beauty that its waves impart. Oft in my porch the listless noon beguile, Here Thetis, bending, with a mother's fears Framing loose numbers, till declining day Dips her dear boy, whose pride restrains his tears. Through the green trellis shoots a crimson ray; There, Venus, rising, shrinks with sweet surprise,

Till the West-wind leads on the twilight hours, As her fair self reflected seems to rise !

And shakes the fragrant bells of closing flowers.

Nor boast, 0 Choisy! seat of soft delight, Far from the joyless glare, the maddening strife,

The secret charm of thy voluptuous night. And all the dull impertinence of life,

Vain is the blaze of wealth, the pomp of power! These eye-lids open to the rising ray,

Lo, here, attendant on the shadowy hour, And close, when nature bids, at close of day.

Thy closet-supper, served by hands unseen, Here, at the dawn, the kindling landscape glows;

Sheds, like an evening-slar, its ray serene, (12) There noon-day levees call from faint repose. Here the flush'd wave flings back the parting light;

1 Ingenium, sibi quod vacuar desumsit Athenas, There glimmering lamps anticipate the night.

Et studiis annos septem dedit, insenuitque
Libris et curis, statuà taciturnius exit

-apis Matinse
More modoque

2 Fallacem circum, vespertinumque pererro

Grata carpentis thyma-Hor.

Sæpe forum. 2 Postea verd quàm Tyrannio mihi libros disposuit, mens ad

3 Tantôt un livre en main, errant dans les prairiegdita videtur meis ædibus.--Cic.



To hail our coming. Not a step profane

agros.” Distant views contain the greatest variety Dares, with rude sound, the cheerful rite restrain; both in themselves and in their accidental variations. And, while the frugal banquet glows reveal’d,

Note 3, page 21, col. 1. Pure and unbought, the natives of my field ;

Small change of scene, small space his home required While blushing fruits through scatter'd leaves invite, Still clad in bloom, and veil'd in azure light!

Many a great man, in passing through the apartWith wine, as rich in years as HORACE sings,

ments of his palace, has made the melancholy reflec

Lion of the venerable Cosmo : “Questa è troppo gran With water, clear as his own fountain flings, The shifting side-board plays its humbler part,

casa à si poco famiglia.”—MACH. Isl. Fior. lib. vii. Beyond the triumphs of a Loriot's art. (13)

· Parva, sed apta mihi,” was Ariosto's inscription

over his door in Ferrara ; and who can wish to say Thus, in this calm recess, so richly fraught

more? “I confess," says Cowley, “I love littleness With mental light, and luxury of thought, almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a My life steals on; (O could it blend with thine !) little cheerful house, a little company, and a very Careless my course, yet not without design. little feast.”—Essay vi. So through the vales of Loire the bee-hives glide, (14) When Socrates was asked why he had built for The light raft dropping with the silent tide;

himself so small a house, “Small as it is,” he replied, So, till the laughing scenes are lost in night, “I wish I could fill it with friends.”—PHÆDRUS, L. The busy people wing their various flight,

üi, 9. Culling unnumber'd sweets from nameless flowers, These indeed are all that a wise man would de That scent the vineyard in its purple hours. sire to assemble; “ for a crowd is not company, and

Rise, ere the watch-relieving clarions play, faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a Caught through St. James's groves a blush of day;(15) tinkling cymbal, where there is no love." Ere its full voice the choral anthem flings

Note 4, page 21, col. 1. Through trophied tombs of heroes and of kings.

From every point a ray of genius flows! Haste to the tranquil shade of learned ease,

By this means, when all nature wears a louring Though skill'd alike to dazzle and to please ;

countenance, I withdraw myself into the visionary Though each gay scene be search'd with anxious eye, worlds of art; where I meet with shining landscapes, Nor thy shut door be pass’d without a sigh.

gilded triumphs, beautiful faces, and all those other If, when this roof shall know thy friend no more, objects that fill the mind with gay ideas, etc. ADDISON. Some, form'd like thee, should once, like thee, explore; It is remarkable that Antony, in his adversity, Invoke the lares of this loved retreat,

passed some time in a small but splendid retreat, And his lone walks imprint with pilgrim-feet ; which he called his Timonium, and from which Then be it said, (as, vain of better days,

might originate the idea of the Parisian Boudoir, Some grey domestic prompts the partial praise) that favorite apartment, l'on se retire pour être seul, “ Unknown he lived, unenvied, not unblest; mais l'on ne boude point.—STRABO, l. xvii. Plut. Reason his guide, and Happiness his guest.

in Vit. Anton. In the clear mirror of his moral page,

Note 5, page 21, col. 1. We trace the manners of a purer age.

At Guido's call, etc. His soul, with thirst of genuine glory fraught, Alluding to his celebrated fresco in the Rospigliosi Scom'd the false lustre of licentious thought. Palace at Rome. -One fair asylum from the world he knew,

Note 6, page 21, col. 1.
One chosen seat, that charms with various view!

And still the Few best loved and most revered.
Who boasts of more (believe the serious strain)
Sighs for a home, and sighs, alas ! in vain.

The dining-room is dedicated to Conviviality; or, Through each he roves, the tenant of a day,

as Cicero somewhere expresses it, Communitati vitæ And, with the swallow, wings the year away!" (16) atque victûs.” There we wish most for the society

of our friends ; and, perhaps, in their absence, most require their portraits.

The moral advantages of this furniture may be NOTES.

illustrated by the pretty story of an Athenian cour

tesan, “ who, in the midst of a riotous banquet with

her lovers, accidentally cast her eye on the portrait Note 1, page 20, col. 2.

of a philosopher, that hung opposite to her seat: the Oft o'er the mead, at pleasing distance, pass.

happy characier of temperance and virtue struck her Cosmo of Medicis took most pleasure in his Apen. that she instantly quitted the room; and, retiring

with so lively an image of her own unworthiness, nine villa, because all that he commanded from its windows was exclusively his own. How unlike the home, became ever after an example of temperance, wise Athenian, who, when he had a farm to sell, as she had been before of debauchery." directed the crier to proclaim, as its best recommen

Note 7, page 21, col. 1. dation, that it had a good neighborhood.—Plut. in

Read ancient books, or dream inspiring dreams. Vil. Themist.

The reader will here remember that passage of Note 2, page 20, col. 2.

Horace, Nunc velcrum libris, nunc somno, etc. which And through the various year, the various day.

was inscribed by Lord Chesterfield on the frieze of Horace commends the house, “ longos quæ prospicit his library.

Note 8, page 21, col. 1. 1- -dapey inemptas.- Hor.

And, when a sage's bust artists thee there. 2 Innocuas amo delicias doctamque quietem.

Siquidem non solum ex auro argentove, aut certe ox

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