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It is equally true of books as of their authors, that one generation passeth away and another cometh. Whoever. has žyed longenough to compare one race of men with that which has preceded it, will have observed a change, not only in the tastes and habitudes of common life, but in the fashion of their stu. dies, and their course of general reading. Books influence manners; and manners, in return, influence the taste for books.
Books make a silent and gradual, but a sure change in our ideas and opinions; and as new authors are continually taking possession of the public mind, and old ones falling into disuse, new associations insensibly take place, and shed their influence unperceived over our taste, our VOL. I.
manners, and our morals. If, for instancë;' the parent of the last age would put Fenelon into the hands of his child, and the parent of the present day would give him Berquin; each with a view of impressing the same general sentiments of piety and benevolence : yet their offspring will be pupils of a different school, and their moral ideas will have some shades of difference. This new. infusion of taste and moral sentiment acts in its turn upon the relish for books; and thus the fame of writers is exposed to continual fluctuation. Nor does this gemark apply only to those ephemeral pub
lications: which, either from the nature of the :: subject, or the mediocrity of its execution, live
their day; and "åre then buried in oblivion ; but to books that have been the favourites of the public, and the very glass by which its noble youth did dress themselves. Books that were in every one's hands, and that have contributed to form our relish for literature itself; these are laid aside, as philosophy opens new veins of thought, or fashion and caprice direct the taste of the public into a different channel. It is true, indeed, that a work of the first excellence cannot perish. It will continue to be respected as a classic: but it will
no longer be the book which every one who reads is expected to be acquainted with, to which allusions are often made, and readily understood in conversation ; it loses the precious privilege of occupying the minds of youth : in short, it is withdrawn from the parlour-window, and laid upon the shelf in honourable repose. It ceases to be current
coin, but is preserved like a medal in the cabi' nets of the curious. : This revolution the Spectators, with the
other sets of papers by the same hands, appear • to the Editor to have undergone. When those
were young who now are old, no books were so, popular, particularly with the female sex.
They were the favourite volumes in a young 1.*. lady's'förary; and probably the very first that,
after the Bible, she would have thought of pur
chasing. Sir Roger de Coverley and the other :::: chatacters of the club were familiar in our .mouths as household names ;' and every little
. circumstance related of thein remained inde
libly, engraven on our memories. From the papers of Addison we imbibed our first relish for wit; from his criticisms we formed our first standard of taste; and from his delineations we drew our first ideas of manners. It