the premises; or in other words, to speak in the language of the definition, where the relation of cause and effect, antecedent and confequent, is diftant and fanciful. This kind of wit is chiefly to be met with in epigram, and the variations in those pieces which are promifcuously ranged under this title, will very well ferve to point out the circumftances by which thought becomes ingenious and witty. THE original Greek epigram was merely, as its name imports, an infcription, containing a fingle thought, fimply turned and expreffed. It was generally fome moral fentence, or fome plain fact relating to the particular fubject of the infcription; and its fole merit confifted in propriety of expreffion, and harmony of verfification. In fhort, let critics as much as they please affect to admire the fimplicity of the Greek epigram, it was certainly a very infipid piece piece of compofition. Martial, first of any writer whose works are defcended to our time, changed the nature of the epigram, by introducing unusual thoughts, and artificial turns of fentiment. Some of his epigrams exactly answer the idea of fine writing before given; confifting of natural, but uncommon thoughts, and exciting rather a calm admiration and applause, than a sudden surprize. To these, the term of ingenious, may, I think, be properly applied. The following examples are tranflated from him. When all the blandishments of life are gone, The coward creeps to death; the brave lives on. I offer love, but thou refpect wilt have; He's He's grave and fober-well, what's that to me? Such let my flave, not my companion be. Add this of Prior, Bleft be the princes who have fought IF with these the following inftances be carefully compared, it will perhaps go nearer than abstract definitions can do, to give a juft notion of the gradation from fine writing and ingenuity, to wit. The golden hair that Galla wears, Is hers; who would have thought it? She fwears 'tis hers, and true fhe fwears, For I know where the bought it. Whilst in the dark on thy soft hand I hung, And heard the tempting Syren in thy tongue, What flames, what darts, what anguishIendur'd! But when the candle enter'd, I was cur'd. Cinna cries out, I am not worth a groat; On his death-bed poor Lubin lies, With frequent fobs, and mutual cries, A diff'rent cause, fays parfon Sly, Poor Lubin fears that he fhall die; His wife, that he may live. Оп On a LADY'S PATCH. That envious speck upon your face She gazes all around her, And wins a thousand hearts; In all these, an unexpected conclufion from the premises, or accounting for effects by fanciful caufes, excites that fudden emotion of furprize, which is the fureft mark of a witty conception. I HAVE purposely felected fome ludicrous and some serious inftances, to show that in this branch of wit, as well as in |