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'Tis true, the ancients had left us models in every kind of writing, which are highly worthy of admiration. But besides that they were wrote in languages, which were known only to the learned ; besides this, I say, the comparison is not so perfect nor intire between modern wits, and those who lived in fo remote an age. Had Waller been born in Rome, during the reign of TIBERIUS, his first productions had been despised, when compared to the finished odes of HORACE. But in this isand the superiority of the ROMAN poet di. minished nothing from the fame of the ENGLISH, We esteemed ourselves sufficiently happy, that our climate and language could produce but a faint copy of so excellent an original. .

In short, the arts and sciences, like some plants, require a fresh foil; and however rich the land may be, and however you may recruit it by art or care, it will never, when once exhausted, produce any thing that is perfect or finished in the kind.

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Ε PIC U R Ε Α Ν *.

I T IS a great mortification to the vanity of man, that his utmost art and

T industry can never equal the meanest of nature's productions, either for beauty or value. Art is only the underworkman, and is employed to give a few strokes of embellishment to those pieces, which come from the hand of the mafter. Some of the drapery may be of his drawing; but he is not allowed to touch the principal figure. Art may make a suit of clothes : But nature must produce a man. · Even in those productions, which are commonly denominated works of art, we find, that the noblest of the kind are beholden for their chief beauty to the force and happy influence of nature. To the Oestrum or native enthusiasm of the poets, we owe whatever is admirable in their productions. The greatest genius, where nature at any time fails him (for she is not equal) throws aside the lyre, and hopes not, from the rules of art, to reach that divine harmony, which must proceed from her inspiration alone. How poor are those songs, where a happy flow of fancy has not furnished materials for art to embellish and refine!

But of all the fruitless attempts of art, no one is so ridiculous, as that which the severe philosophers have undertaken, the producing an artificial happiness, and making us be pleased by rules of reason, and by reflection. Why did none of them claim the reward, which XERXES promised to him, who could invent a new pleasure. Unless, perhaps, they invented so many pleasures for their own use, that they despised riches, and stood in no need of any enjoyments, which the re. wards of that monarch could procure them. I am apt, indeed, to think, that they were not willing to furnish the Persian court with a new pleasure, - by prefencing it with fo new and unusual an object of ridicule. Their speculations, when confined to theory, and gravely delivered in the schools of Greece, might excite admiration in their ignorant pupils : But the attempting to reduce such principles to practice would soon betray their absurdity.

* Or, the man of elegance and pleasure. The in- the world, and entertain different ideas of human tention of this and the three following essays is not life and of happiness. I have given each of them the so much, to explain accurately the sentiments of the name of the philosophical sect, to which it bears ancient fects of philosophy, as to deliver the fenti- the greatest affinity. ments of sects, that naturally form themselves in


You pretend to make me happy by reason, and by rules of art. You must, then, create me anew by rules of art. For on my original frame and structure does my happiness depend. But you want power to effect this ; and skill too, I am afraid : Nor can I entertain a less opinion of nature's wisdom than of yours. And let her conduct the machine, which she has fo wisely framed. I find, that I should only spoil it by my tampering.

To what purpose should I pretend to regulate, refine, or invigorate any of those fprings or principles, which nature has implanted in me? Is this the road by which I must reach happiness? But happiness implies ease, contentment, repose and pleasure; not watchfulness, care, and fatigue. The health of my body consists in the facility with which all its operations are performed. The stomach digests. the aliments : The heart circulates the blood : The brain separates and refines the fpirits : And all this without my concerning myself in the matter. When by my will alone I can stop the blood, as it runs with impetuosity along its canals, then may I hope to change the course of my sentiments and passions. In vain should I strain my faculties, and endeavor to receive pleasure from an object, which is not fitted by nature to affect my organs with delight. I may give myself pain by my fruitless endeavors, but shall never reach any pleasure.

Away then with all those vain pretences of making ourselves happy within ourselves, of feasting on our own thoughts, of being satisfied with the consciousness of well-doing, and of despising all affistance and all supplies from external objects. This is the voice of Pride, not of NATURE. And it were well, if even this pride could support itself, and communicate a real inward pleasure, however melancholy or severe. But this impotent pride can do no more than regulate the outside ; and with infinite pains and attention compose the language and countenance to a philosophical dignity, in order to deceive the ignorant vulgar. The heart, mean while, is empty of all enjoyment; And the mind, unsupported by its proper objects, sinks into the deepest sorrow and dejection. Miferable but vain mortal! Thy mind be happy within itself! With what resources is it endowed to fill so immense a void, and supply the place of all thy bodily fenfes and faculties? Can thy head subsist without thy other members? In such a situation,

What foolish figure must it make?

Do nothing else bui Aleep and ake." Into such a lethargy, or fuch a melancholy, must thy mind be plunged, when deprived of foreign occupations and enjoyments.

Keep me, therefore, no longer in this violent constraint. Confine me not within myself; but point out to me those objects and pleasures, which afford the chief enjoyment. But why do I apply to you, proud and ignorant sages, to


Thew me the road to happiness? Let me consult my own pasions and inclinations. In them must I read the dictates of nature ; not in your frivolous discourses.

But see, propitious to my wishes, the divine, the amiable * PLEASURE, the supreme Love of GODS and men, advances towards me. At her approach, my heart beats with genial heat, and every sense and every faculty is diffolved in joy ; while she pours around me all the embellishments of the spring, and all the treasures of the autumn. The melody of her voice charms my ears with the fortest music, as the invites me to partake of those delicious fruits, which, with a smile that diffuses a glory on the heavens and the earth, she presents to me. The sportive CUPIDS, who attend her, or fan me with their odoriferous wings, or pour on my head the most fragrant oils, or offer me their sparkling nectar in golden goblets. O! for ever let me spred ny limbs on this bed of roses, and thus, thus

dores de limitahich parking nectarin golden feel the delicious moments, with soft and downy steps, glide along. But cruel chance! Whither do you Ay so fast ? Why do my ardent wishes, and that load of pleasures, under which you labor, rather hasten than retard your unrelenting pace? Suffer me to enjoy this soft repose, after all my fatigues in search of happiness. Suffer me to satiate myself with these delicacies, after the pains of so long and so foolish an abstinence.

But it will not do. The roses have lost their hue : The fruit its favor : And that delicious wine, whose fumes, so late, intoxicated all my senses with such delight, now solicits in vain the sated palate. Pleasure smiles at my languor. She beckens her sister, Virtue, to come to her affistance. The gay, the frolic Virtue observes the call, and brings along the whole troop of my jovial friends. Welcome, el rice welcome, my ever dear companions, to these shady bowers, and to this luxurious repast. Your presence has restored to the rose its hue, and to the fruit its favor. The vapors of this sprightly nectar now again play around my heart ; while you partake of my delights, and discover in your chearful looks, the pleasure which you receive from my happiness and satisfaction. The like do I receive from yours; and encouraged by your joyous presence, shall again renew the feast, with which, from too much enjoyment, my senses were well nigh fated ; while the mind kept not pace with the body, nor afforded relief to her overburthened partner.

In our chearful discourses, better than in the formal reasonings of the schools, is true wisdom to be found. In our friendly endearments, better than in the hollow debates of statesmen and pretended patriots, does true virtue display itself. Forgetful of the past, secure of the future, let us here enjoy the present; and while we yet possess a being, let us fix some good, beyond the power of fate or fortune. To-morrow will bring its own pleasures along with it : Or should it disappoint our fond wishes, we shall at least enjoy the pleasure of reflecting on the pleasures of to-day.

Fear not, my friends, that the barbarous dissonance of Bacchus, and of his revellers, should break in upon this entertainment, and confound us with their turbulent and clamorous pleasures. The sprightly muses wait around ; and with their charming symphony, sufficient to soften the wolves and tygers of the savage

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desert, inspire a foft joy into every borom. Beace, harmony, and concord reign in this retreat ; nor is the silence ever broke but by the music of our songs, or the chearful accents of our friendly voices.

But hark! the favorite of the muses, the gentle DAMON, strikes the lyre ; and while he accompanies its harmonious notes with his more harmonious song, he inspires us with the same happy debauch of fancy, by which he is himself traniported. “Ye happy youth,” he sings, “ Ye favored of heaven t, while the * wanton Spring pours upon you all her blooming honors, let not glory seduce " you, with her delusive blaze, to pass in perils and dangers this delicious season, " this prinie of life. Wisdom points out to you the road to pleasure : Nature " too beckens you to follow her in that smooth and flowry path. Will you "5 Thut your ears to their commanding voice? Will you harden your heart to " their soft allurements? Oh, deluded mortals, thus to lose your youth; thus " to throw away fo invaluable a present, to trifle with so perishing a blesling. “ Contemplate well your recompence. Consider that glory, which so allures: " your proud hearts, and seduces you with your own praises. 'Tis an eccho, a " dream, nay the shadow of a dream, which is diffipated by every wind, and

lost by every contrary breath of the ignorant and ill-judging multitude. You " fear not, that even death itself shall ravish it from you. But behold! while " you are yet alive, calumny bereaves you of it; ignorance neglects it ; nature en“ joys it not ; fancy alone, renouncing every pleasure, receives this airy recom

pence, empty and unstable as herself.”

Thus the hours pass unperceived along, and lead in their wanton train all the pleasures of sense, and all the joys of harmony and friendship. Smiling innocence closes the procession; and while she presents herself to our ravished eyes, she embellishes the whole scene, and renders the view of these pleasures as transporting, after they have past us, as when, with laughing countenances, they were yet advancing towards us.

But the sun has sunk below the horizon; and darkness stealing silently upon us, has now buried all nature in an universal shade. Rejoice, my friends, con“ tinue your repast, or change it for foft repose. Tho'absent, your joy or your 6 tranquillity shall still be mine." But whither do you go? Or whai new plea. sures call you from our society? Is there augbt agreeable without your friends? And can augbt please, in.which we partake not? “ Yes, my friends ; the joy, which " I now seek, admits not of your participation. Here alone I wish your absence: “ And here alone can I find a sufficient compensation for the loss of your so56 ciety."

But I have not advanced far thro' the shades of the thick wood, which spreds a double night around me, e're, methinks, I perceive thro' the gloom, the charming CÆLIA, the mistress of my wishes, who wanders impatient chro' the grove, and preventing the appointed hour, silently chides my tardy steps. But the joy, which she receives from my presence, best pleads my excuse; and diffipating every anxious and every angry thought, leaves room for nought but mu

+ Animitation of the SYRENS song in Tasso.

“ O Giovinetti, mentre APRILE & MAGGIO " V'ammantan di fiorité & verdi spoglie, &c.

Giuresalemme liberata, Canta 14.


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tual joy and rapture. With what words, my fair one, shall I express my tenderness, or describe the emotions which now warm my transported bosom! Words are too faint to describe my love ; and if, alas ! you feel not the same flane within you, in vain shall I endeavor to convey to you a just conception of it. But your every word and every mocion suffice to remove this doubt ; and while they express your pallion, serve also to enflame mine. How amiable this folitude, this silence, this darkness! No objects now importune the ravished soul. The thought, the sense, all full of nothing but our mutual happiness, wholly poffefs the mind, and convey a pleasure, which deluded mortals vainly feek for in every other enjoyment.“

But why does your bosom heave with these sighs, while tears bathe your glowing cheeks? Why distract your heart with such vain anxieties? Why so often ask me, How long my love all yet endure? Alas, my CÆLJA, Can I resolve this question? Do I know how long my life pall yet endure? But does this also disturb your tender breast ? And is the image of our frail mortality for ever present with you, to throw a damp on your gayeft hours, and poison even those joys which love infpires. Consider rather, that if life be frail, if youth be transitory, we should well employ the prefent moment, and lose no part of so perishable an existence. Yet a little moment, and these shall be no more. We shall be, as if we had never been. Not a memory of us be left upon earth; and even the fabulous shades below will not afford us a habitation. Our fruitless anxieties, our vain projects, our uncertain fpeculations shall all be fwallowed up and lost. Our present doubts, concerning the original cause of all things, must never, alas! be resolved. This alone we may be certain of, that if any governing mind preside over the universe, he must be pleased to see us fulfil the ends of our being, and enjoy that pleasure, for which alone we were created. Let this reflection give eafe to your anxious thoughts ; but render not your joys too serious, by dwelling for ever upon it. 'Tis sufficient, once, to be acquainted with this philosophy, in order to give an. unbounded loose to love and jollity, and remove all the scruples of a vain superftition : But while youth and passion, my fair-one, prompt our eager desires, we must find gayer subjects of discourfe, to intermix with these amorous caresses.




THERE is chis obvious and material difference in the conduct of nature,

I with regard to man and other animals, that having endowed the former with a fublime celestial spirit, and having given him an affinity with superior beings, the allows not such noble faculties to lie lethargic or idle ; but urges him, by necessity, to employ, on every emergence, his utmost art and industry. Brute creatures have many of their necessities supplied by nature, being cloached and armed by this beneficent parent of all things : And where their own industry is.

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