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look !I lookid only at the stop-watch, my lord.
-Excellent observer! And what of this pew book the whole world makes such a noise about! Oh! 'tis out of all plumb, my lord,-quite an irregular thing! not one of the angles at the four corners was a right angle.-I had my rule and compasses, &c. my lord, in my pocket!- -Excellent critic!
And for the epic poem your lordship bid me look at-upon taking the length, breadth, height, and depth of it, anıl trying them at home upon an exact scale of Bossui's--'tis out, my lord, in every one of its dimensions.- -Admirable connoisseur! --And did you step in, to take a look at the grand picture in your way back ??—'Tis a melancholy daub! my lord; not one principle of the pyramid iu any one group!-and what a price !--for there is nothing of the colouring of Titian--the expression of Rubens- the grace of Raphael—the purity of Dominicl:ino-the corregiescity of Corregio the learning of Poussin—the airs of Guido-the taste of Carrachio-or the grand contour of Angelo.
-Grant me patience, just Heaven! Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world though the cant of hypocrites may be the worstthe cant of criticism is the most tormenting!
I would go fifty miles on foot to kiss the hand of that man whose generous heart will give up the reigns of his imagination into his author's handsbe pleased he knows not why, and cares not wherefore.
CROSSES IN LIFE.
MANY, many are the ups and downs of life, fortune must be uncommonly gracions to that mortal who does not experience a great variety of them ;though perhaps to these may be owing as much of our pleasures as our pains; there are scenes of delight in the vale as well as in the mountain ; and the inequalities of nature may not be less necessary to please the eye-than the varieties of life to improve the heart. At best, we are but a shortsighted race of beings, with just light enough to discern our way.--To do that is our duty, and should be our care; when a man has done this, he is safe; the rest is of little consequence
Cover his head with a turf or a stone,
Delicious essence! how refreshing art thou to nature! how strongly are all its powers and all its weaknesses on thy side! how sweetly dost thou mix with the blood, and help it through the most difficult and tortuous passages to the heart.
SOMETIMES, in his wild way of talking, he would say, that gravity was an arrant scoundrel; and he would add, of the most dangerous kind too,-because a sly one; and that he verily believed, more honest, well-meaning people were bubbled out of their goods and money by it in one twelvemonth, than by pocket-picking and shop-lifting in seven. In the naked temper which a merry heart discovered, he would say, there was no danger,-but to itself :—whereas the very essence of gravity was design, and consequently deceit; 'twas a taught trick, to gain credit of the world for more sense and knowledge than a man was worth; and that, with all its pretensions,-it was no better, but often worse, than what a French wit had long ago defined it, viz.—A mysterious carriage of the body to cover the defects of the mind.
O BLESSED health! thou art above all gold and treasure; 'tis thou who enlargest the soul,- and openest all its powers to receive instruction, and to relish virtue. He that has thee has little more to wish for! and he that is so wretched as to want thee, -wants every thing with thee.
Nay, if you come to that, sir, have not the wisest of men in all ages, not excepting Solomon himself, have they not had their HOBBY-HORSES;-their -that is,
running-horses, their coins and their cockle-shells, their drums and their trumpets, their fiddles, their pallets, -their maggots and their butterflies? and so long as a man rides his. HOBBY-HORSE peaceably and quietly along the king's highway, and neither compels you or me to get up behind him,-pray, sir, what have either you or I to do with it?
De gustibus non est disputandum ;there is no disputing against HOBBY-HORSES; and for my part, I seldom do; nor could I with any sort of grace, had I been an enemy to them at the bottom: for happening at certain intervals and changes of the moon, to be both fidler and painter, according as the fly stings :
-be it known to you, that I keep a couple of pads myself, upon which, in their turns, (nor do I care who knows it) I frequently ride out and take the air ;-though soinetimes, to my shame be it spoken, I take sonewhat longer journies than what a wise man would think altogether right. But the truth is,-I am not a wise man ;-and besides, am a mortal of so little consequence in the world, it is not much matter what I do: so I seldom fret or fume at all about it: nor does it much disturb my rest, when I see such great lords and tall personages as hereafter follow; such, for instance, as my Lord A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, and so on, all of a row, mounted upon their several horses : some with large stirrups, getting on in a more grave and sober pace; others, on the contrary, tucked up to their very chins, with whips across their mouths, scouring and scampering it away like so many little party-coloured devils astride a mortgage, and as if some of them were resolved to break their necks.- So much the better-say I to myself; for in case the worst should happen, the world 'may make a shift to do excellently well without them; and for the rest,why -God speed theme'en let them ride on without opposition from me; for were their lordships unlorsed this very night—'tis ten to one but that many of them would be worse mounted by one half before to-morrow morning.
Not one of these instances therefore can be said to break in upon my rest. But there is an instance, which I own puts me off my guard, and that is, when I see one born for great actions, and, what is still more for his bonour, whose nature ever inclines him to good ones; when I behold such a one, my lord, like yourself, whose principles and con, duct are as generous and noble as his blood, and whom, for that reason, a corrupt world cannot spare one moment;-when I see such a one, my lord, mounted, though it is but for a minute be. yond the time which my love to my country has prescribed to him, and my zeal for his glory wishes,—then, my lord, I cease to be a philosopher, and in the first transport of an honest impatience, I wish the HOBBY-HORSE, with all his fraternity, at the Devil.