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From Walter Scott. We read the Vicar of Wakefield in youth and in age. We return to it again and again, and bless the memory of an author who contrives so well to reconcile us to human nature. Whether we choose the pathetic, or the humorous parts of the story, we find The best and truest sentiments enforced in the most beautiful language.
In too many works of this class there are particular passages unfit to be perused by youth and innocence; but the wreath of Goldsmith is unsullied. He wroté to exa't virtue and expose vice,
Goldsmith, a native of Ireland, died in 1774, under 45. He was a physician,-son of a clergyman.
It is understood that in the narrative of George, eldest son of the Vicar, the author gave a sketch of tho rescu:ces which enabled himself, on foot and without money, to make the tour of Europe.