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What soldier would consent to fight,

What tar be to the bottom hurl'd,
What poet sing—what scholar write,

Were Folly banish'd from the world?
Tell me whom most this goddess rules,

Is it the patients or physicians ?
Whom shall we call the greatest fools,

The people or the politicians ?
With charms in opera, ball, or play,

Did Folly not the scene attend,
How poor the rich, how sad the gay,

Were Folly not their truest friend;
How ever should we hope to find,

Pleased with itself each happy creatura,
If all were wise and none were blind,

And Folly never succour'd nature.
For once be wise, ye grave one's hear,

Why need I more my theme pursue,
If all alike such fools appear,,

Let me with smiles be pardon'd too;
Wisdom you love and so do I

Am no derider-no despiser,
But I of fools the grave ones fly,

And think the merry fools the wiser.


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OMPOSO still boasts of his luchs of rupees :

When he swaggers with airs of importance, 'tis fit,
Other lacks be allowed him in union with these,

Vast lacks of good-breeding, discernment and wit !


From the Same.

DEAR Sewards ever since this earth

And all its strange contents had birth,
Philosophers have tried their skill
To trace the origin of ill,
And tell why Vice and Woe prevail,
Till trite their subject is, and stale.

For this, the learn'd of diff'rent nations
Surprize us with such odd narrations,
For this, the Grecian sage unlocks
The mischiefs of Pandora's box,
While Typhon fills th’Egyptian strain,
And Runic bards of Lok complain.

But I, whate'er may be their boast,
Applaud the Syrian system most,
By which the first man--and his wife,
In the fourth heav'n * began their life,
And there amid those blissful plains,
No rices knew, and felt no pains.

In these sad times a modern sioner,
Without some trouble gets no dinner.
He first, alas! must buy his meat,
Nor then, without a cook, can eat.
But cares like these nc'er broke their quiet,
Ambrosia was their constant dict,
Pure food, which needs no human aid,
Nor e'er unscemiy ordure made,
But through the skin, as sages say,
In od’rous dews exhales away!

So pass'd their days, in full delight,
Till some gross viand met their sight,
As Jews and Christians both believe
An apple first corrupted Eve:
Too curious, then, and gluttons grown,
Sudden they siez'd-and gulp'd it dowo.

Scarce had they gratified their sense
Ere came the dreadful consequence :
Sharp pangs, unfelt before, they tell ye,
Usurp'd the region of the belly,
While the strange food, in durance pent,
Roar'd loud and struggled for a vent.

The Apostle Paul mentio the third heaven ; but how the Scrians disco vered a fourth the author is not informed.

Vex'd with complaints so dire, so new,
What then could our first parents do?
For dar'd they with pollution vile,
The bright empyreal seats defile?

At length some angel saw their grief,
And, pitying, brought the wish'd relief.
Said he-“. To yon small planet run,
Which crab-like sidles round the sun,
That is than all the rest much worse,
The jakes of this vast universe !”

Here, then, they came—but now polluted,
This place their alter'd nature suited ;
So here remained the foolish elves,
And soon got children-like themselves *.

These verses will be understood as intended to ridicule profound inquiries ito subjects above human comprehension, and also to convey a moral lesson for uman pride.


Account of Books for 1806.

Memoirs of Richard Cumberland, If the reader looks only for ask

written by Himself, contaimng an of adventure, for “ hair di Account of his Life and Iritings, 'scapes" and “ imminent dar. interspersed with Anecdotes and he must not seek them in te. Characters of several of the most of authors; but if he is de distinguished Persons of his Time, of acquainting himself with the with whum he had Intercourse and gress of the human mind, Connexion.

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provement, of its nascotes IOGRAPIIY affords, perhaps, and its cultivated powers, thex any species of literary composition; graphy of men of and if it be true that “ the proper have moved in an extensive o study of mankind is man,” there is their history may be intersen nothing which can more effectually with anecdotes of their contem advance this study than the delinea. ries, and their lives are no lo tion of character, the actual portrait single portraits of the mind ef of human nature, which are pre. man, but groupings of rarion sented to us by the true and impar. racters, to display the men . tial history of men, celebrated for manners of their age and cosa their talents or their virtues, their And this is never better dose : useful labours or their splendid when the authors have delines achievements.

their own characters. Two things only are wanting to In all history, in all biografi complete the purpose of biography; the grand requisite is tratb, 4 that its portraits should be drawn from the nature of human atai from interesting characters, and that is, unfortunately, too seldom v they should be sketcbed with a cor- found. Science can only be rect and faithful pencil. In gerreral, proved by experiment, by is the lives of literary men are thought tion from facts and concie. to be devoid of that interest which founded upon knowo truths or is supposed pre-eminently to belong disputed axioms. History can to to the active characters of the great be useful from the actual kar world, to those who have conquer. ledge which it affords of past ed in the field, or negociated for currences ; and biography, in the fate of kingdoms in the cabinet. manner, for the true exhibition

the modes and motives of human their lives. To whaterer cause we conduct.

owe them, whether to the workings But how little of this hare we of ranity, or the consciousness of reason to expect in the best histo. utility; we must peruse them with ries that are extant?

the satisfaction that by their means Gazettes and chronicles record the we are advanced so much the nearer : battles, the state negociations, the to the sources of truth. We no

public events of every country ; and longer take facts from second hand who reigned and who succeeded; narration ; we place the penitentin who fought and who was beaten; his confessional, or the witness in who proposed terms of peace, and the box from which he is to give his who made cession of territory, may testimony, and we may safely put accurately be knowo. But descend that reliance upon his statements, into particulars, inquire into mo. to which, from his character, and tives, search decply into causes, ap- the manner of his narrative he is ply events to the only purposes for entitled. which we could wish them to be We need say nothing more to re. recorded, and all is obscurity and commend the life of a celebrated au. error, Fiction is substituted for thor, by himself, as a subject of truth, and imagination is made to much curiosity. The present memoir supply the place of judgment. We was undertaken towards the end of no longer reason from what we a long career of laborious employknow, but from what we conjec. ment as a dramatic writer, a moral ture, and from what we are told by essayist, a poet on moral and reli. those who sometimes conjecture and gious subjects, a writer of many sucsometimes deceive. Histories, there. cessful novels. It is aot written to fore are, in general, little better gratify idle curiosity, or to satisfy than historical romances, a species absurd vanity; but at the suggestion of composition which is, perhaps of the booksellers, who offered him unintentionally, the best satire upon 5001. for the work. It is the mcans the fanciful narratives and unfound. of contributing to the comfor able ed deductions of the professed wri- sustenance of an aged man of let. ters of that which is, with little jus. ters, who has served his country as tice, called true history and real an author of much celebrity, as a biography

We have, however, faithful servant in some official upor some occasions, faithful me. situations, and as an honest but un. moirs of statesmen, which are in- successful negociator, upon one ocvaluable, as they develope the se- casion of particular importance. cret histories of courts, and lay • In the last instance, he was, we open the intricacies of public af- think, most cruelly treated by his fairs.

employers, and perhaps there are We have also had writers, who, many who read his life that will feel conscious of their own importance, with us, that the man who has de. or to gratify the curiosity of their voted his literary talents to fame cotemporaries, have published their and to the world, and who has own histories, and laid open, or pre- injured his fortune to serve his tended to lay open, the secret country, ought not to remain withthoughts and private transactions of out a pension, and to be found at the VOL. XLVIII.


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