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known by such works as those above-mentioned, by novels, pamphlets, and a periodical paper called “The
Inspector,' the labour of his own head and hand, to have earned, in one year, the sum of 1500l. He was vain, conceited, and in his writings disposed to satire and licentious scurrility, which he indulged without any regard to truth, and thereby became engaged in frequent disputes and quarrels that always terminated in his own disgrace. For some abuse in his Inspector, of a gentleman of the name of Brown, he had his head broke in the circus of Ranelagh gardens. He insulted Woodward the player in the face of an au. dience, and engaged with him in a pamphlet-war, in which he was foiled *. - He attacked the royal society in a review of their transactions, and abused his old friends Mr. Folkes and Mr. Baker for opposing, on account of his infamous character, his admission among thein as a member. In the midst of all this employment, he found time and means to drive about the town in his chariot, and to appear abroad and at all public places, at Batson's coffee-house, at masquerades, and at the opera and playhouses, splendidly dressed, and as often as he could, in the front row of
It was said of Hill, that when he met, in any botanic garden, with a curious plant that was portable, he would convey it away, and that he was once detected in an attempt of that kind. Woodward, in a pamphlet written against him, alluded to this fact by prefixing to it, as a motto, this apposite citation from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet:
· I do remember an apothecary
• Culling of fimples.
the boxes. Towards the end of his life, his reputation as an author was so funk by the Novenliness of his compilations, and his disregard to truth in what he related, that he was forced to betake himself to the vending a few simple medicines, namely, essence of water-dock, tincture of Valerian, balsam of honey, and elixir of Bardana, and by pamphlets afcribing to them greater virtues than they had, imposed on the credulity of the public, and thereby got, though not an honest, a competent livelihood.
Two years before his death, he had, as he gave out, received from the king of Sweden, the investiture of knight of one of the orders of that kingdom, in return for a present to that monarch of his 'Vegetable system' in twenty-six folio volumes. With all his folly and malignity, he entertained a sense of religion, and wrote a vindication of God and nature against the shallow philosophy of lord Bolingbroke.
Besides these, there was another class of authors who lived by writing, that require to be noticed : the former were, in fact, pensioners of the booksellers :
these vended their compositions when completed, to those of that trade who would give most for them. They were mostly books of mere entertainment that were the subjects of this kind of commerce, and were and still are distinguished by the corrupt appellation of novels and romances. Though fictitious, and the work of mere invention, they pretended to probability, to be found. ed in nature, and to delineate social manners, The first publication of the kind was the "Pamela' of Mr.
Richardson *, which being read with great eagerness by the young people of the time, and recommended from the pulpit, begat such a craving for more of the same stuff, as tempted some men whose neceflities and abilities were nearly commensurate, to try their success in this new kind of writing.
At the head of these we must, for many reasons, place Henry Fielding, one of the most motley of literary characters. This man was, in his early life, a writer of comedies and farces, very few of which are now remembered; after that, a practising barrister with scarce any business; then an anti-ministerial writer, and quickly after, a creature of the duke of Newcastle, who gave him a nominal qualification of 100l, a year, and set him up as a trading-justice, in which disreputable station he died. He was the author of a romance, intitled “The history of Joseph Andrews, and of another, 'The Foundling; or the
history of Tom Jones,' a book seemingly intended to fap the foundation of that morality which it is the duty of parents and all public instructors to inculcate in the minds of young people, by teaching that virtue upon principle is imposture, that generous qualities alone constitute true worth, and that a young
* Pamela is the name of a lady, one of the principal characters in Sir Philip Sidney's “ Arcadia,' and is thus accented Pamela. Sa Mr. Pope,
« The Gods, to curse Pamēla with her pray'rs,
• Gave the gilt coach and dappled Flanders mares.' But Richardson, whether through ignorance or design, and also all his female pupils, constantly pronounced it Paměla.
man may love and be loved, and at the same time associate with the loosest women. His morality, in respect that it resolves virtue into good affections, in contradiction to moral obligation and a sense of duty, is that of lord Shaftesbury vulgarised, and is a system of excellent use in palliating the vices most injurious to society. He was the inventor of that cant-phrase, goodness of heart, which is every day used as a substitute for probity, and means little more than the virtue of a horse or a dog; in short, he has done more towards corrupting the rising generation than any writer we know of.
He afterwards wrote a book of the same kind, but of a less mischievous tendency, his ‘Amelia.' For each of these he was well paid by Andrew Millar the bookseller, and for the last he got fix hundred pounds.
Dr. Tobias Smollet, another writer of familiar romance, and a dealer with the booksellers, was originally a surgeon's mate, and served at the fiege of Carthagena. His first publication of this kind was · The adventures of Roderick Random,' and his next those of Peregrine Pickle, in which is introduced the history of a well-known woman of quality, written, as it is said, by herself, under the name of lady Frail. These, and other compositions of the like kind, Smollet fold to the booksellers at such rates as enabled him to live without the exercise of his profession. He had a hand in “The universal history,' and transated Gil Blas and also Telemachus. The success of the former of these tempted him to translate “Don Quixote,' which, as he understood not the Spanish language, he could only do through the medium of the French and
the former English versions, none of which do, as it is said, convey the humour of the original. It might seem that Jarvis's translation was one impediment to such an undertaking; but that, though it gives the sense of the author, was performed by persons whose skill in the language was not great. The fact is, that Jarvis laboured at it many years, but could make but little progress, for being a painter by profession, he had not been accustomed to write, and had no style. Mr. Tonfon the bookseller seeing this, suggested the thought of employing Mr. Broughton, the reader at the Temple church, the author and editor of sundry publications, who, as I have been informed by a friend of Tonson, fat himself down to study the Spanish language, and, in a few months, acquired, as was pretended, sufficient knowledge thereof, to give to the world a translation of Don Quixote in the true spirit of the original, and to which is prefixed the name of Jarvis.
I might here speak of Richardson as a writer of fictitious history, but that he wrote for amusement, and that the profits of his writings, though very great, were accidental. He was a man of no learning nor reading, but had a vivid imagination, which he let loose in reflections on human life and manners, till it became so diftended with sentiments, that for his own cafe, he was necesitated to vent them on paper. In the original plan of his 'Clarissa,' it was his design, as his bookseller once told me, to continue it to the extent of twenty-four volumes, but he was, with great difficulty, prevailed on to comprise it in fix. The character of Richardson as a writer is to this day undecided, otherwise than by the avidity with which