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to which I led the way, all gravity had quite were to sit down to dinner our ceremonies forsaken them, and I was often tempted to were going to be renewed. The question turn back in indignation. In church a new was, Whether my eldest daughter, as being dilemma arose, which promised no easy soa matron, should not sit above the two lution. This was, which couple should be young brides; but the debate was cut married first: my son's bride warmly in- short by my son George, who proposed that sisted that Lady Thornhill (that was to be) the company should sit indiscriminately, should take the lead; but this the other every gentleman by his lady. This was refused with equal ardour, protesting she received with great approbation by all, exwould not be guilty of such rudeness for the cepting my wife, who I could perceive was world. The argument was supported for not perfectly satisfied, as she expected to some time between both with equal obsti- have had the pleasure of sitting at the head nacy and good-breeding. But as I stood all of the table and carving all the meat for all this time with my book ready, I was at last the company. But notwithstanding this, it quite tired of the contest, and shutting it, is impossible to describe our good humour. "I perceive," cried I," that none of you have I can't say whether we had more wit among a mind to be married, and I think we had us now than usual; but I am certain we had as good go back again; for I suppose there more laughing, which answered the end as will be no business done here to-day."-This well. One jest I particularly remember: at once reduced them to reason. The Bar-old Mr. Wilmot drinking to Moses, whose onet and his lady were first married, and then my son and his lovely partner.

I had previously that morning given orders that a coach should be sent for my honest neighbour Flamborough and his family, by which means, upon our return to the inn. we had the pleasure of finding the two Miss Flamboroughs alighted before us. Mr. Jenkinson gave his hand to the eldest and my son Moses led up the other (and I have since found that he has taken a real liking to the girl, and my consent and bounty he shall have whenever he thinks proper to command them). We were no sooner returned to the inn, but numbers of my parishioners, hearing of my success, came to congratulate me; but among the rest were those who rose to rescue me, and whom I formerly rebuked with much sharpness. I told the story to Sir William, my son-in-law, who went out and reproved them with great severity; but finding them quite disheartened by his harsh reproof, he gave them half-a-guinea a piece to drink his health and raise their dejected spirits.

Soon after this we were called to a very genteel entertainment, which was dressed by Mr. Thornhill's cook. And it may not be improper to observe with respect to that gentleman, that he now resides in quality of companion at a relation's house, being very well liked, and seldom sitting at the side-table, except when there is no room at the other; for they make no stranger of him. His time is pretty much taken up in keeping his relation, who is a little melancholy, in spirits, and in learning to blow the French-horn. My eldest daughter, however, still remembers him with regret: and she has even told me, though I make a great secret of it, that when he reforms she may be brought to relent. But to return. for I am not apt to digress thus, when we

head was turned another way, my son re plied, “Madam, I thank you." Upon which the old gentleman, winking upon the rest of the company, observed that he was think ing of his mistress, at which jest I thought the two Miss Flamboroughs would have died with laughing. As soon as dinner was over. according to my old custom, I requested that the table might be taken away, to have the pleasure of seeing all my family assembled once more by a cheerful fireside. My two little ones sate upon each knee, the rest of the company by their partners. I had nothing now on this side of the grave to wish for: all my cares were over, my pleas ure was unspeakable. It now only remained that my gratitude in good fortune should exceed my former submission in adversity. The Vicar of Wakefield, Ch. xxxii.

THE AUGUSTAN AGE OF ENGLAND.

The history of the rise of language and learning is calculated to gratify curiosity rather than to satisfy the understanding. An account of that period only, when language and learning arrived at its highest perfection, is the most conducive to real improvement, since it at once raises emulation, and directs to the proper objects. The age of Leo X. in Italy is confessed to be the Augustan age with them. The French writers seem agreed to give the same appellation to that of Louis XIV.; but the English are as yet undetermined with respect to themselves.

Some have looked upon the writers in the times of Queen Elizabeth as the true standard for future imitation; others have descended to the reign of James I., and others still lower, to that of Charles II. Were I to be permitted to offer an opinion upon this subject, I should readily give my vote for

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the reign of Queen Anne, or some years before that period. It was then that taste was united to genius; and as, before, our writers charmed with their strength of thinking, so then they pleased with strength and grace united. In that period of British glory, though no writer attracts our attention singly, yet, like stars lost in each other's brightness, they have cast such a lustre upon the age in which they lived, that their minutest transactions will be attended to by posterity with a greater eager ness than the most important occurrences of even empires, which have been transacted in greater obscurity.

At that period there seemed to be a just balance between patronage and the press. Before it, men were little esteemed whose only merit was genius; and since, men who can prudently be content to catch the public, are certain of living without dependence. But the writers of the period of which I am speaking were sufficiently esteemed by the great, and not rewarded enough by booksellers to set them above independence. Fame consequently then was the truest road to happiness; a sedulous attention to the mechanical business of the day makes the present never-failing resource.

The age of Charles II., which our countrymen term the age of wit and immorality, produced some writers that at once served to improve our language and corrupt our hearts. The king himself had a large share of knowledge, and some wit, and his courtiers were generally men who had been brought up in the school of affliction and experience. For this reason, when the sunshine of their fortune returned, they gave too great a loose to pleasure, and language was by them cultivated only as a mode of elegance. Hence it became more enervated, and was dashed with quaintnesses, which gave the public writings of those times a very illiberal air.

L'Estrange, who was by no means so bad a writer as some have represented him, was sunk in party faction, and having generally the worst side of the argument, often had recourse to scolding, pertness, and consequently a vulgarity that discovers itself even in his more liberal compositions. He was the first writer who regularly enlisted himself under the banners of a party for pay, and fought for it through right and wrong for upwards of forty literary campaigns. This intrepidity gained him the esteem of Cromwell himself, and the papers he wrote even just before the revolution, almost with the rope about his neck, have his usual characters of impudence and perseverance. That he was a standard writer cannot be disowned, because a great many

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very eminent authors formed their style by his. But his standard was far from being a just one; though, when party considerations are set aside, he certainly was possessed of elegance, ease, and perspicuity.

Dryden, though a great and undisputed genius, had the same cast as L'Estrange. Even his plays discover him to be a party man, and the same principle infects his style in subjects of the lightest nature; but the English tongue, as it stands at present, is greatly his debtor. He first gave it regular harmony, and discovered its latent powers. It was his pen that formed the Congreves, the Priors, and the Addisons, who succeeded him; and had it not been for Dryden we never should have known a Pope, at least in the meridian lustre he now displays. But Dryden's excellencies as a writer were not confined to poetry alone. There is in his prose writings an ease and elegance that have never yet been so well united in works of taste or criticism.

The English language owes very little to Otway, though next to Shakespeare the greatest genius England ever produced in tragedy. His excellencies lay in painting directly from nature, in catching every emotion just as it arises from the soul, and in all the powers of the moving and pathetic. He appears to have had no learning, no critical knowledge, and to have lived in great distress. When he died (which he did in an obscure house, the Minories), he had about him the copy of a tragedy, which, it seems, he had sold for a trifle to Bentley, the bookseller. I have seen an advertisement at the end of one of L'Estrange's political papers. offering a reward to any one who should bring it to his shop. What an invaluable treasure was there irretrievably lost by the ignorance and neglect of the age he lived in!

Lee had a great command of language, and vast force of expression, both which the best of our dramatic poets thought proper to take for their models. Rowe, in particular, seems to have caught that manner, though in all other respects inferior. The other poets of that reign contributed but little towards improving the English tongue, and it is not certain whether they did not injure rather than improve it. Immorality has its cant as well as party, and many shocking expressions now crept into the language, and became the transient fashion of the day. The upper galleries, by the prevalence of party-spirit, were courted with great assiduity, and a horse-laugh following ribaldry was the highest instance of applause, the chastity as well as energy of diction being overlooked or neglected.

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ergy of style never was. This, though disregarded in plays and party-writings, still prevailed amongst men of character and business. The despatches of Sir Richard Fanshaw, Sir William Godolphin, Lord Arlington, and many other ministers of state, are all of them, with regard to diction, manly, bold, and nervous.

Sir William Temple, though a man of no learning, had great knowledge and experience. He wrote always like a man of sense and a gentleman; and his style is the model by which the best prose writers in the reign of Queen Anne formed theirs.

The beauties of Mr. Locke's style, though not so much celebrated, are as striking as that of his understanding. He never says more nor less than he ought, and never makes use of a word that he could have changed for the better. The same observation holds good of Dr. Samuel Clarke. Mr. Locke was a philosopher; his antagonist, Stillingfleet, bishop of Worcester, was a man of learning; and therefore the contest between them was unequal. The clearness of Mr. Locke's head renders his language perspicuous, the learning of Stillingfleet's clouds his. This is an instance of the superiority of good sense over learning, towards the improvement of every language.

There is nothing peculiar to the language of Archbishop Tillotson, but his manner of writing is inimitable; for one who reads him wonders why he himself did not think and speak in that very manner. The turn of his periods is agreeable, though artless. and everything he says seems to flow spontaneously from inward conviction. Barrow, though greatly his superior in learning, falls short of him in other respects.

The time seems to be at hand when justice will be done to Mr. Cowley's prose as well as poetical writings; and though his friend, Dr. Sprat, bishop of Rochester, in his diction falls far short of the abilities for which he has been celebrated, yet there is sometimes a happy flow in his periods, something that looks like eloquence.

The style of his successor, Atterbury, has been much commended by his friends, which always happens when a man distinguishes himself in party; but there is in it nothing extraordinary. Even the speech which he made for himself at the bar of the House of Lords, before he was sent into exile, is void of eloquence, though it has been cried up by his friends to such a degree that his enemies have suffered it to pass uncensured.

The philosophical manner of Lord Shaftesbury's writing is nearer to that of Cicero than any English author has yet arrived at; but perhaps had Cicero written in English his composition would have greatly ex

ceeded that of our countryman. The diction of the latter is beautiful, but such beauty as, upon nearer inspection, carries with it evident symptoms of affectation. This has been attended with very disagreeable consequences. Nothing is so easy to copy as affectation, and his lordship's rank and fame have procured him more imitators in Britain than any other writer I know; all faithfully preserving his blemishes, but unhappily not one of his beauties.

Mr. Trenchard and Dr. Davenant were political writers of great abilities in diction, and their pamphlets are now standards in that way of writing. They were followed by Dean Swift, who, though in other respects far their superior, never could arise to that manliness and clearness of diction in political writing for which they were so justly famous.

They were, all of them, exceeded by the late Lord Bolingbroke, whose strength lay in that province: for, as a philosopher and a critic, he was ill qualified, being destitute of virtue for the one, and of learning for the other. His writings against Sir Robert Walpole are incomparably the best of his works. The personal and perpetual antipathy he had for that family, to whose places he thought his own abilities had a right, gave a glow to his style, and an edge to his manner, that never yet have been equalled in political writing. His misfortunes and disappointments gave his mind a turn which his friends mistook for philosophy, and at one time of his life he had the art to impose the same belief upon some of his enemies. His Idea of a Patriot King, which I reckon (as indeed it was) amongst his writings against Sir Robert Walpole, is a masterpiece of diction. Even in his other works his style is excellent; but where a man either does not, or will not, understand the subject he writes on, there must always be a deficiency. In politics he was generally master of what he undertook,-in morals,

never.

Mr. Addison, for a happy and natural style, will be always an honour to British literature. His diction indeed wants strength, but it is equal to all the subjects he under takes to handle, as he never (at least in his finished works) attempts anything either in the argumentative or demonstrative way.

Though Sir Richard Steele's reputation as a public writer was owing to his connexions with Mr. Addison, yet after their intimacy was formed, Steele sunk in his merit as an author. This was owing as much to the evident superiority on the part of Addison as to the unnatural efforts which Steele made to equal or eclipse him. This emula tion destroyed that genuine flow of diction

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which is discoverable in all his former compositions.

Whilst their writings engaged attention and the favour of the public, reiterated but unsuccessful efforts were made towards forming a grammar of the English language. The authors of those efforts went upon wrong principles. Instead of endeavouring to retrench the absurdities of our language, and bringing it to a certain criterion, their grammars were no other than a collection of rules attempting to neutralize those absurdities, and bring them under a regular system.

Somewhat effectual, however, might have been done towards fixing the standard of the English language, had it not been for the spirit of party. For both whigs and tories being ambitious to stand at the head of so great a design, the Queen's death happened before any plan of an academy could be resolved on.

Meanwhile the necessity of such an institution became every day more apparent. The periodical and political writers, who then swarmed, adopted the very worst manner of L'Estrange, till not only all decency, but all propriety of language, was lost in the nation. Leslie, a pert writer, with some wit and learning, insulted the government every week with the grossest abuse. His style and manner, both of which were illiberal, was imitated by Ridpath, De Foe, Dunton, and others of the opposite party: and Toland pleaded the cause of Atheism and immorality in much the same strain: his subject seemed to debase his diction, and he ever failed most in one when he grew most licentious in the other. Towards the end of Queen Anne's reign some of the greatest men in England devoted their time to party, and then a much better manner obtained in political writing. Mr. Walpole, Mr. Addison, Mr. Wainwaring, Mr. Steele, and many members of both houses of parliament drew their pens for the whigs; but they seem to have been over-matched, though not in argument yet in writing, by Bolingbroke, Prior. Swift, Arbuthnot, and the other friends of the opposite party. They who oppose a ministry have always a better field for ridicule and reproof than they who defend it.

Since that period our writers have either been encouraged above their merits or below them. Some who were possessed of the meanest abilities acquired the highest preferments, while others who seemed born to reflect a lustre upon their age perished by want and neglect. More, Savage, and Amherst were possessed of great abilities, yet they were suffered to feel all the miseries that usually attend the ingenious and the imprudent, that attend men of strong pas

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sions, and no phlegmatic reserve in their command.

At present, were a man to attempt to improve his fortune, or increase his friendship, by poetry, he would soon feel the anxiety of disappointment. The press lies open, and is a benefactor to every sort of literature, but that alone. I am at a loss whether to ascribe this falling off of the public to a vicious taste in the poet, or in them. Perhaps both are to be reprehended. The poet, either drily didactive, gives us rules which might appear abstruse even in a system of ethics, or, triflingly volatile, writes upon the most unworthy subjects; content, if he can give music instead of sense; content, if he can paint to the imagination without any desires or endeavours to effect: the public, therefore, with justice discard such empty sound, which has nothing but a jingle, or, what is worse, the unmusical flow of blank verse to recommend it. The late method also, into which our newspapers have fallen, of giving an epitome of every new publication, must greatly damp the writer's genius. He finds himself in this case at the mercy of men who have neither abilities or learning to distinguish his merit. He finds his own composition mixed with the sordid trash of every daily scribble. There is a sufficient specimen given of his work to abate curiosity, and yet so mutilated as to render him contemptible. His first, and perhaps his second, work, by these means sink, among the crudities of the age, into oblivion. Fame he finds begins to turn his back: he, therefore, flies to profit which invites him, and he enrols himself in the lists of dulness and of avarice for life.

Yet there are still among us men of the greatest abilities, and who in some parts of learning have surpassed their predecessors : justice and friendship might here impel me to speak of names which will shine out to all posterity, but prudence restrains me from what I should otherwise eagerly embrace. Envy might rise against every honoured name I should mention, since scarcely one of them has not those who are his enemies, or those who despise him, &c. The Bee.

EDMUND BURKE,

one of the greatest of the sons of men, was born in Dublin, 1728 or 1730, entered Trinity College, Dublin, 1744, published A Vindication of Natural Society, etc., by a late Noble Writer (an imitation of Lord Bolingbroke), Lond., 1756, 8vo, and A Philosophical Inquiry into the Origin of our Ideas of the Sublime and Beautiful, Lond.,

1756, 8vo; was the supposed author, or coauthor of An Account of the European Settlements in America, Lond., 1757, 2 vols. 8vo; accompanied William Gerard Hamilton to Ireland as his secretary, 1761; entered parliament in 1766, and from that time until his death, in 1797, occupied a distinguished public position, for the particulars of which we must refer to Mr. Prior and his other biographers. Of the collective editions of his Works, we notice Rivington's, Lond., 1852, 8 vols. 8vo; H. G. Bohn's, Lond., 1857, 8 vols. p. 8vo, and especially, Little, Brown & Co's., Boston, Mass., 1866, 12 vols. p. 8vo. In this edition many errors in English issues were corrected.

made Great Britain, he should see his son, Lord Chancellor of England, turn back the current of hereditary dignity to its fountain, and raise him to an higher rank of peerage, whilst he enriched the family with a new one, if amidst these bright and happy scenes of domestic honour and prosperity, that angel should have drawn up the curtain, and unfolded the rising glories of his country, and whilst he was gazing with admiration on the then commercial grandeur of England, the genius should point out to him a little speck, scarce visible in the mass of the national interest, a small seminal principle rather than a formed body, and should tell him, "Young man, there is America,—which at this day serves for little more than to amuse you with stories of savage men and uncouth manners, yet shall, before you taste of death, show itself equal to the whole of that commerce which now attracts the envy of the world: whatever England has been

"Shakspeare and Burke are, if I may venture on the expression, above talent. Burke was one of the first thinkers, as well as one of the greatest orators, of his time. He is without parallel in any age or country, except perhaps Lord Bacon or Cicero: and his works contain an ampler store of political and moral wisdom than can be found in any other writer whatever."-SIR JAMES MACKIN-growing to by a progressive increase of im

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"Who can withstand the fascination and magic of his eloquence? The excursions of his genius are immense! His imperial fancy has laid all nature under tribute, and has collected riches from every scene of the creation and every walk of art."-ROBERT HALL.

"[Burke] one of the greatest men, and, Bacon alone excepted, the greatest thinker who has ever devoted himself to the practice of English politics."-BUCKLE: Hist. of Civil., ii. 326.

AMERICA.

provement, brought in by varieties of people, by succession of civilizing conquests and civilizing sentiments, in a series of seventeen hundred years, you shall see as much added to her by America in the course of a single life!"-if this state of his country had been foretold to him, would it not require all the sanguine credulity of youth, and all the fervid glow of enthusiasm, to make him believe it? Fortunate man, he has lived to see it! Fortunate indeed, if he lives to see nothing that shall vary the prospect, and cloud the setting of his day!... I pass, Mr. Speaker, I cannot prevail on myself therefore, to the colonies in another point of to hurry over this great consideration. It is view,-their agriculture. This they have good for us to be here. We stand where we prosecuted with such a spirit, that, besides have an immense view of what is, and what feeding plentifully their own growing multiis past. Clouds indeed, and darkness, rest tude, their annual export of grain, compreupon the future. Let us, however, before hending rice, has some years ago exceeded we descend from this noble eminence, reflect a million in value. Of their last harvest, I that this growth of our national prosperity am persuaded, they will export much more. has happened within the short period of the At the beginning of the century some of life of man. It has happened within sixty-these colonies imported corn from the mother eight years. There are those alive whose country. For some time past the old world memory might touch the two extremities. has been fed from the new. The scarcity For instance, my Lord Bathurst might re- which you have felt would have been a desomember all the stages of the progress. He lating famine, if this child of your old age, was in 1704 of an age at least to be made to with a true filial piety, with a Roman charity, comprehend such things. He was then old had not put the full breast of its youthful enough acta parentum jam legere, et quæ sit exuberance to the mouth of its exhausted poterit cognoscere virtus. Suppose, Sir, that parent. As to the wealth which the colonies the angel of this auspicious youth, foresee- have drawn from the sea by their fisheries, ing the many virtues which made him one you had all that matter fully opened at your of the most amiable, as he is one of the most bar. You surely thought those acquisitions fortunate men of his age, had opened to him of value, for they seemed even to excite your in vision, that when, in the fourth genera- envy; and yet the spirit by which that ention, the third prince of the House of Bruns- terprising employment has been exercised wick had sat twelve years on the throne of ought rather, in my opinion, to have raised that nation which (by the happy issue of your esteem and admiration. And pray, moderate and healing councils) was to be Sir, what in the world is equal to it? Pass

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