ever. She kept her eyes upon him for some moments after she grew speechless, and soon after closed them for In the moment of her departure, my friend, who had thus far commanded himself, gave a deep groan, and fell into a swoon by her bedside. The distraction of the children, who thought they saw both their parents expiring together, and now lying dead before them, would have melted the hardest heart; but they soon perceived their father recover, whom I helped to remove into another room, with a resolution to accompany him until the first pangs of his affliction were abated. I knew consolation would now be impertinent; and therefore contented myself to sit by him, and condole with him in silence. For I shall here use the method of an ancient author, who in one of his epistles, relating the virtues and death of Macrinus's wife, expresses himself thus: "I shall suspend my advice to this best of friends, until he is made capable of receiving it by those three great remedies, the necessity of submission, length of time, and satiety of grief 3." In the mean time, I cannot but consider, with much commiseration, the melancholy state of one who has had such a part of himself torn from him, and which he misses in every circumstance of life. His condition is like that of one who has lately lost his right arm, and is every moment offering to help himself with it. He does not appear to himself the same per son in his house, at his table, in company, or in retirement; and loses the relish of all the pleasures and diversions that were before entertaining to him by her participation of them. The most agreeable objects recall the sorrow for her with whom he used to enjoy them. This additional satisfaction, from the 3 Necessitas ipsa, dies longa, et satietas doloris, PLINY. taste of pleasures in the society of one we love, is admirably described by Milton, who represents Eve, though in Paradise itself, no further pleased with the beautiful objects around her, than as she sees them in company with Adam, in that passage so inexpressibly charming+: With thee conversing, I forget all time; All seasons, and their change; all please alike. The variety of images in this passage is infinitely pleasing, and the recapitulation of each particular image, with a little varying of the expression, makes one of the finest turns of words that I have ever seen: which I rather mention, because Mr. Dryden has said, in his preface to Juvenal, that he could meet with no turn of words in Milton. It may be further observed, that though the sweetness of these verses has something in it of a pastoral, yet it excels the ordinary kind, as much as the scene 4 Paradise Lost, book iv. ver. 639, & seqq. of it is above an ordinary field or meadow. I might here, since I am accidentally led into this subject, shew several passages in Milton that have as excellent turns of this nature as any of our English poets whatsoever; but shall only mention that which follows, in which he describes the fallen angels engaged in the intricate disputes of predestination, free-will, and fore-knowledge; and, to humour the perplexity, makes a kind of labyrinth in the very words that describe it. Others apart sat on a hill retir'd, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high INDEX. ACTEON his manner of life....... Action, a very necessary qualification in an orator..... Actors censured for adding words of their own in their Advice to young married people.......... Affectation of vice and imperfections censured. Affections, how governed...... Afterwit, Solomon, his observation on the town.......... 104. ..... 77 ...95, 112 Atterbury, dean, his eloquent manner of preaching.... 66 108 Anne, queen, eulogiums on her government.. BACON, Sir Francis, his opinion of poetry. Battle near Mons, account of it ............. ....... Beauty, how long it ought to be the chief concern of the fair sex Bennet, Madam, her maxim for the ladies...... of his sister Jenny's marriage 79 advice to his sister on her wedding day 79 contents of his scrutoir............................................... epitome of his life..... |