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N° 85. SATURDAY, DECEMBER 1, 1759.
ONE of the peculiarities which distinguish the present age is the multiplication of books. Every day brings new advertisements of literary undertakings, and we are flattered with repeated promises of growing wise on easier terms than our progenitors,
How much either happiness or knowledge is advanced by this multitude of authors, it is not very easy to dicide.
He that teaches us any thing which we knew not before, is undoubtedly to be reverenced as a master.
He that conveys knowledge by more pleasing ways, may very properly be loved as a benefactor; and he that supplies life with innocent amusement, will be certainly caressed as a pleasing companion.
But few of those who fill the world with books have any pretensions to the hope either of pleasing - or instructing. They have often no other task than to lay two books before them, out of which
they compile a third, without any new materials of their own, and with very little application of judgment to those which former authors have supplied.
That all compilations are useless I do not assert. Particles of science are often very widely scattered. Writers of extensive comprehension have incidental remarks upon topicks very remote from the principal subject, which are often more valuable than formal treatises, and which yet are not known because they are not promised in the title. He that collects those under proper heads is very laudably employed, for though he exerts no great abilities in the work, he facilitates the progress of others, and by making that easy of attainment which is already written, may give some mind, more vigorous or more adventurous than his own, leisure for new thoughts and original designs.
But the collections poured lately from the press have been seldom made at any great expence of time or inquiry, and therefore only serve to distract choice without supplying any real want.
It is observed that a currupt society has many laws; I know not whether it is not equally true, that an ignorant age has many books. When the treasures of ancient knowledge lie unexamined, and original authors are neglected and forgotten, compilers and plagiaries are encouraged, who give us again what we had before, and grow great by setting before us what our own sloth had hidden from our view.
Yet are not even these writers to be indiscriminately censured and rejected. Truth, like beauty, varies its fashions, and is best recommended by dif. ferent dresses to different minds; and he that recalls the attention of mankind to any part of learning which time has left behind it, ma, be truely said