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· As he never spoke of himself, we shall say but a few words concerning these pages, his last production.
In the bitterness of his heart he saw how corruption stalked away, and progressively invaded all the districts of the social empire: he grew wroth, and, dis. pleased at his cotemporaries, he took up the pen of criticism.
As he expressed in the countenance of those he painted the very perceptions and passions of their mind, he could not help using, in his writings, the vivid tints of a picturesque and glowing style; and his works are full of images and portraits,
In vain, said he to himself, the daily eloquence of dignified or popular preachers thunders in all churches, chapels,
meeting-houses, and tabernales, from St. Paul's to the brick-fields of Somer'stown; in vain the pen of our dramatists, from the immortal Swan of the Avon, down to the croaking farce-writers of the little theatre in the Haymarket, have exposed to ridicule, in all kind of shapes and descriptions, the votaries of vice and folly; no reform is to be expected.
The Serpentine river, and the bason in the Park, reflect on their conscious wayes the ghosts of the bodies which foul Suicide has polluted their waters with. GAMBLING 'swears and rages aloud, with utmost madnesss and despondency, in St.
James's and Germyn-street. Crim. Con. · with unheard of impudence, drives the horned cattle to the forum, from the west end of the town to Shoreditch and the Borough; and, through all the columns of our newspapers, sly
ELOPEMENT, with the post-chaise in readiness, steals off our daughters and wives, escapes to the out of-the-way inn, and gallops into public scandal. No! no ! reform is not to be expected till we show Vice and her enormities to herself, and make her blush.
It is a fact, which an attentive perusal of these volumes will place beyond doubt, that, although Sir Barnaby was eminently gifted with sharpness of point in sketching, correctness and truth of contours in delineating, and brightness of colouring in his finished pieces, yet he never intended to libel any one of his fellowcréatures.
Like his beloved master, the divinc Raphael, who painted not this or that individual, but selecting the most interesting parts from all existing features, exhibited the general countenance of man
under the influence of all sorts of passions, Sir Barnaby chose amongst his numerous models what suited best his purpose.
To cause the least perturbation in the mind of the good would have made him wretched : as for the vicious, the arrogant knave, the arrant fool, he did not care a straw. Peace, he thought, cannot be disturbed where she is not; and it is not in the turbulent and putrid fermentation of a cankered heart her olive branch can ever shoot and thrive.
Sir Barnaby died a few days before the publishing of this work. His wife and children have inherited, not of his wealth, for he had none; but of his virtues, and he had many.
His remains were deposited in the earth at Paddingtor. The virtuous will drop