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the Parisian Literati. He liftens to himself with great complacency, and always speaks Nowly, because he first considers with care every sentence that he utters. He preserves the same unaltered mien in all circumstances, whether pleasant or unpleasant, and hears with a like steadiness of feature, a tale of joy, or a story of the deepest woe, nor, while I was with him, did his countenance once vary into a smile, notwithstanding that the conversation led him to relate a very humorous occur

The most excessive punctuality and order reigns throughout his house, his servants must dispatch their business to a minute, or they run the hazard of being dismissed. Of this exactness he sets them the example himself, for his day is divided like that of the Anglo-Saxon King Alfred; he goes, at the striking of the clock, to work, to table, or into company, nor continues at any of these employments one minute longer than the unalterably established order of the day allows. A hair-dreffer was discarded because he came a few minutes after the time appointed; his successor in order to be perfectly secure came a few minutes too soon, but he shared the same fate, and the third only who entered the house-door as the clock Itruck was retained.

“ Gibbon is at present employed in making a catalogue of his library, in which are many choice and expensive works, particularly excellent editions of the classics; and in general it is considered as one of the best private libraries ever collected. His first work that he published was written in French, while he was very young, and he told me it was become so scarce, that a copy was lately fold at an auction for two guineas, although it was only a small pamphlet. It was among the ruins of the Capitol that he first planned writing “ The Hiftory of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire;” and he has with manly perseverance run the most laborious career ever pursued by any historian.

“ Our conversation soon turned from the ancient English literature, wherein he shewed very great knowledge, to the German. Gibbon, one of the greatest scholars' of our age, whom nothing worthy of attention which has been produced in England, France, Italy, or Spain, almost in every branch of human learning, has escaped, yet betrays an extremely confined knowledge of the history of our language and literature,


Bor had even heard of the German imitations of ancient me.. tres. He mentioned Algarotti's Treatise on Rhyme, in which the author, entirely passing over the Germans, only enumerates the unsuccessful attempts at hexameters made by the English, French, and Italians. I was induced by this to enter on a short iketch of the history of our language: I recounted the rapid improvement made in it within a few years, and concluded with mentioning a German Odyssey, in which the translator has not only preferved the metre, and number of verses in the original, but in many of the hexameters retained the very feet. My memory was faithful enough to enable me to repeat both the Greek, and German, of the two celebrated verses on Sisyphus rolling his stone, from the eleventh book of the Odyssey

“Notwithstanding his ignorance of the German language, he could not but be convinced, merely from his ear, of the marterly construction of both these hexameters, nor can I de{cribe his astonishment, as he made me repeat them many

He immediately conceived so high an opinion of the improvement of our language, and of the gigantic progress of our literature, (as he expreffed himself) that he declared his resolution to learn German as foon as he fhould be sufficiently at leifure.

“I hope you will seize the first opportunity of becoming personally acquainted with this celebrated man, whose house is the resort of the most select society, and of all intelligent foreigners that come into these parts. I embrace you with my whole foul.”

In our next Number will be given the Three Letters. of Mr. Gray, replete with fenfibility.

times over.

Poemis on various Subjects, by R. Anderson of Carlisle.

35. Clarke. THIS poet is felf-educated, and therefore his pro

ductions must not be severely scrutinized. We, however, are pleased with many parts of this little yolume, and can recommend it to our readers. In his Preface he professes himself, with modesty, to be destitute of learning, and is occupied in a department of the calico-printing business. His lines may, on the whole, be read with pleasure ; and the following, taken from his piece entitled the Soldier, breathes an amiable and affecting strain of sensibility :


O ye! who feel not poverty's keen gripe,
But loll with luxury on beds of down;
While the poor warrior on the sun-burnt heath
Or frozen plain, in sleepless anguish lies !
Think, think of him, the victim of your ease;
And when he 'scapes the gore-stain'd field where death,
So oft a friend, the hero frees from pain;
Attentive hear the wounded wanderer's tale,
Nor mock, with scorn his honourable scars;
But let compassion pour soft pity's balm
Into the wounds which only death can cure !"

A Sermon occafioned by the Death of the Reverend

Joseph Towers, L. L. D. delivered at Newington Green, June 2, 1799, by the Reverend James Lindfay ; to which is added the Oration delivered at his Interment, by the Reverend Thomas Jervis. John

fon. MR. Lindsay (the fucceffor of Dr. Fordyce) and

Mr. Jervis (the successor of Dr. Kippis) have here paid a handsome tribute of respect to the memory of a man whose talents and virtues ensured to him no inconsiderable degree of approbation. Of the late Dr. Towers we have already given ample memoirs in our Miscellany for last June; we have therefore only to add, that this publication does much credit to its respective authors. The sermon is eloquently written, and the oration was every way suited to the melancholy occasion.

In the sermon the preacher has ably stated the doctrine of our immortality, and thus bursts forth in a


strain of exalted piety: “ Infidel cease! tread not with daring step and cruel purpose that hallowed ground, which upholds, and upholds well whatever wisdom or affection values moft. Refpect at least the sensibilities of a wounded spirit, and leave to the mourner in Zion, 0! leave him that faith which alone can reconcile him to the death of others; which alone can fortify his cou. rage in the prospect of his own, which alone can fill his heart with peace and joy in believing.

“But why bespeak the forbearance of infidelity, when we may securely defy its most inveterate enmity? We are covered with the armour of God; we wield the weapons of everlasting truth. We stand upon that rock against which the gates of hell thall not prevail. We know in whom we have believed, and that he is able to keep the good thing which we commit to him till the fair dawning of that morn, which thall give us back all that has been excellent in wisdom and in virtue; all that has been pleasing to the eye of fancy, or dear to the heart of affection.”

Stri&tures on a Work, entitled an Esay on Philofophical Necesity, by Alexander Crombie.

These Strictures are comprised in Three Letters, addressed to the Reverend T. Twining, to which is added an Appendix, Jhering in various Particulars, the Affinity there is between Neceflity and Predestination. By John Golledge. Johnson and Dilly. Price is. IN defence of these abstruse subjects, Liberty and Ne

cellity, writers of the greatest ability have appeared; and it is almost impoffible to understand all their intri. care speculations. Mr. Crombie wrote an able vindi. cation of Neceffity ; and now Mr. Golledge has come forward with no small ingenuity to refute it. He deems ic to be nearly allied to predestination, and therefore preg. nant with mischief and absurdity. Mr. Golledge displays great threwdness in most of his remarks, and has evidently paid confiderable attention to the controversy.


It is not for us to determine where the truth lies on so profound a subject, and it is remarkable that the perplexity of the theme seems to have troubled angelie minds, according to the representations of the great Milton :

“ Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,
In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high
Of Providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate;
Fix'd fate, free-will, fore-knowledge absolute,

And found no end-in wand'ring mazes loft!" To us fhort-fighted mortals, therefore, the fubje& must appear durk, and we refer the solution of these difficulties to a more enlightened sphere of being.


Eleanor and Mary, the Essay on Poetry, Music, and Dancing, and the Flay on Riches, shall be inserted; alfo Civis's Communications. We should with to know to what length his Tale is 10 be extended. The Letter, by Tristram, is under consideration. Lines to a Lady playing on the Piano Forte, and on the Falling Leaf, shall have an admission. The Lines on Buonaparte are a wretched composition. Evening and Corydon are under consideration.

To the proffered observations on the Tragedy of Pizarro, we fhåll pay due attention,

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