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ticular wav. Quintilian, that masterly critic, expressly favs, “ Homer extended the limits of human genius to their utmost stretch, and possessed such complete ideas of all the different kinds of writing, that he alone is a perfect model of all the different beauties that can enter into any composition.”

Nor must I close without reminding the reader of the pleasures of Taste, usually ftiled the pleasures of imagination. On these sources of enjoyment I could defcant with rapture. The exquisite genius of Addison first attempted to reduce them into a regular system under these three heads_beauty, grandeur, and novelty. His fpeculations on the subject display an admirable ingenuity, and may be found in the fixth volume of the Spectator. He has opened a track of investigation, which may be successfully followed. Dr. Akenfide's poem, entitled, Pleasures of Imagination, contains many excellent passages iliustrative of this topic, and may be read both for profit and amusement. Addressing him. felf to the Divine Being, in a strain worthy of the theme, he exclaims :

Not content
With every food of life to nourith man;
By kind illusions of the wond'ring sense
Thou makest all nature beauty to his eye,

Or music to his ear. The pleasures of Taste are indeed more commonly distributed into those of the beautiful and the sublime. What constitutes the one and the other has been the fabject of affiduous enquiry. The principles on which they are founded have been investigated with a commendable industry. It is agreed that the beautiful results from colour, figure, motion, design, and t.om the combination of thefe qualities in objects either of nature or of art. On the other hand, the sublime arises from a certain grandeur contemplated with a reverential awe, or a profound admiration. Mr. Burke places it in a

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kind of terror, though sublime objects might be mentioned into whose compofirion nothing terrible enters. It is, however, confeffed, that sublimity, either in natural or moral obje Ets, always elevates the mind, dilating it with the grandest finsations !

It is of peculiar importance to YOUTH, that their minds thould be laid open betimes to these exquisite sources of enjoyment. With their intrinsic value the sensualıst must be utterly unacquainted. Bacchanalian revels impart no such juys. The boasted satisfaction of vulgar minds is not to be put in competition with them. The pleasures of Taste grow upon the happy individual who cultivates them. The faculty of enjoyment is rendered more capacious by frequent exercise. Every object in nature, and every subject in art, affords materials for pleasing contemplation. The seasons of the year are replete with entertainment. To the man of taste, the bleakness of winter, the novelties of spring, the fulness of summer, and the luxuriance of autumn, are every way acceptable. In most literary compositions, like. wise, something will be found capable of administering delight. The fobriety of plain prose, and the gaiety of sprightly verse, have charms for him. Every production, from the gravity of history down to the artless fimplicy of a fable, catches his attention and engages his heart. From the enchanting softness of beauty in all her variegated forms, up to the tremendous terrors of the sublime, what a range of enjoyment! That man is an object of envy. He lives as in a superior region. He converses with an higher circle of objects. To this favoured votary of tafte, especially if he be a virtuous character, the following lines may with propriety be addressed :

To please thine ear, soft notes the linnet pours,

And with grand peal the deep-ton'd thunder rolls;
The streamlet muimurs and the torrent roars;
The zephyr whispers and the tempest howls.

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From each, or lofty, or mellifluous found,

Each fair or awful form that strikes the light,
In art's wide sphere, or nature's ample round,

'Tis thine to draw refin'd and rich delight.

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ON CRITICISM-in the next Reflector.

GOSSIPLANA.

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[No. XIX.] DETACHED THOUGHTS, BY LORD OR FORD. TISTORY is a romance that is believed: a romance,

a history that is not believed. MONTAIGNE pleased because he wrote what he thought ; other authors think what they shall write.

WHOEVER expects pity by complaining to his phyfician, is as foolish as they who, having lost their money at cards, complain of their ill luck to their companions, the winners. If none were ill, or unfortunate, how would physicians or gamesters get money?

BEAUTY, after five and thirty, is like a forfeited peerage, the title of which is given by the courtesy of the well-bred to those who have no legal claim to it.

ALBANO's boy-angels and cupids are all so alike, that they seem to have been the children of the Flemish Countess, who was said to be delivered of three hundred and fixty-five at a birth.

An author without originality, is like a courtier who is always dressed in the fashion : nobody minds the colour or make of his coat : if it is ill made it is criticised; if not, what can be said on it? Hundreds are dressed as well. Booksellers and salesmen lay up the book or the

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coat the moment the fashion of it is passed, till they can fell either into the country.

If a man's eyes, ears, or memory decay, he ought to conclude that his understanding decays also ; for the weaker it grows the less likely he is to perceive it.

Envy deserves pity more than anger, for it hurts nobody so much as itself. It is a distemper rather than a vice; for nobody would feel envy if he could help it. Whoever envies another secretly, allows that person's superiority.

When flatterers complimene kings for virtues that are the very reverse of their characters; they remind me of the story of a little bov, who was apt to tell people of any remarkable defect in their persons. One day, a gentleman who had an extraordinary large nose, being to dine with the boy's parents, his mother charged him not to say any thing of the gentleman's large nose.When he arrived the child stared at him, and then turn. ing to his mother, said—“ Mamma, what a pretty little nose that gentleman has.".

EXPERIENCE becomes prescience.

Nothing is more vain than for a woman to deny her age ; for the cannot deceive the only person that cares about it, herself. If a man dislikes a woman because he thinks her of the age she is, he will only dislike her the more for being told the is younger than she seems to be, and consequently looks older than the ought to do. The Anno Domini of her face will weigh more than that of her register.

CENSORIOUS old wornen betray three things ; one, that they have been gallant ; the next, that they can be so no longer; and the third, that they are always wishing they could be. No Woman eyer invented a new religion, yet no new

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religion would ever have been spread but for women. Cool heads invent systems, warm heads embrace them.

POSTERITY always degenerates till it becomes our ancestors.

It is unfortunate to have no master but our own errors. If we profit ever so much under them, the unjust public always recollect the master more than they take notice of the improvement of the scholar.

Men are often capable of greater things than they perform. They are sent into the world with bills of credit, and seldom draw to their full extent.

DR. JOHNSON. The following beautiful Ode to Friendship, was onc of his earliest compositions :-

Friendship, peculiar boon of heav'n,

The noble mind's delight and pride,
To men and angels only giv’n,

To all the lower world deny'd.
While love, unknown among the bleit,

Parent of thousand wild desires,
The savage and the human breast

Torments alike with raging fires.
With bright, but oft destructive gleam,

Alike o'er all his lightnings fly;
Thy lambent glories only beam

Around the fav’rites of the sky.
Thy gentle flow of guiltless joys

On fools and villains ne'er descend;
In vain for thee the tyrant sighs,

And hugs a flatt'rer for a friend.
Dire&t’ress of the brave and just,

O guide us thro’ life's darksome way!
And let the tortures of mistrust
On felfish bosoms only prey.

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