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TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS.
Careless what the grave may say:
When each moment is a treasure,
Setting sups shall rise in glory,
But when little life is o'er,
There's an end of all the story:
We shall sleep; and wake no more.
Give me then a thousand kisses,
If she, for whom I breathe the tender vow,
LIFE OF GOLDSMITH,
BY MR. CHALMERS.
THE materials for a life of Dr.Goldsmith are very copious, although, not perhaps uniformly authentic. His acquaintance was extensive, and his memory so much respected, that his friends have been eager to accumulate anecdotes of his many peculiarities; but of all the regular accounts, that prefixed to the genuine edition of his Prosc and Poetical Works, in 4 vols. 8vo. published by the London book. sellers in 1801, and again in 1807, seems entitled to preference. The greater part, it is now no secret, was contributed by Dr.Percy, the present bishop of Dromore, and what follows is a mere abridgment of that very curious and entertaining me. moir.
Oliver Goldsmith was born on Nov. 29, 1728, at a place called Pallas, in the parish of Forney, and county of Longford, in Ireland. His father, the rev. Charles Goldsmith, a native of the county of Roscommon, was a clergyman of the established church, and had been educated at Dublin College. He afterwards held the living of Kilkenny West, in the county of Westmeath. By his wife, Anne, the daughter of the rev. Oliver Jones, master of the diocesan school of El. phin, he had five sons, and two daughters. His eldest son, Henry, went into the church, aod is the gentleman to whom our poet dedicated his Traveller. Oliver was the second son, and is supposed to have faithfully represented his father in the character of the Village Preacher in the Deserted Village.
Oliver was originally intended for some mercantile employment, as his father. found his income too scanty for the expenses of the literary education which he had bestowed on his eldest son. With this view he. was instructed in reading, writing, and arithmetic, at a common school, the master of which was an old soldier, of a romantic turn, who entertained his pupil with marrellous stories of his travels and feats, and is supposed to have imparted somewhat of that wandering and unsettled turn which so much appears in his future life. It is certain that Oliver had not been long in this humble school before he proved that he was " no vulgar boy.” He made some attempts in poetry when he was scarcely eight years