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the Parisian Literari. He liftens to himself with great complacency, and always speaks Nowly, because he first considers with care every sentence that he utters. He preserves the same unaltered mien in all circumftances, whether pleasant or unpleasant, and hears with a like steadiness of feature, a tale of joy, or a story of the deepest woe, nor, while I was with him, did his countenance once vary into a smile, notwithstanding that the conversation led him to relate a very humorous occurrence. The most excessive punctuality and order reigns throughout his house, his servants must dispatch their bufiness to a minute, or they run the hazard of being dismissed. Of this exactness he sets them the example himself, for his day is divided like that of the Anglo-Saxon King Alfred; he goes, at the striking of the clock, to work, to table, or into company, nor continues at any of these employments one minute longer than the unalterably established order of the day allows. A hair-dresser was discarded because he came a few minutes after the time appointed; his successor in order to be perfectly secure came a few minutes tou soon, but he thared the same fate, and the third only who entered the house-door as the clock struck was retained.
« Gibbon is at present employed in making a catalogue of his library, in which are many choice and expensive works, particularly excellent editions of the classics; and in general it is considered as one of the best private libraries ever collected. His first work that he published was written in French, while he was very young, and he told me it was become so scarce, that a copy was lately fold at an auction for two guineas, although it was only a small pamphlet. It was among the ruins of the Capitol that he first planned writing “ The Hiftory of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire;” and he has with manly perseverance run the most laborious career ever pursued by any historian.
“Our conversation soon turned from the ancient English literature, wherein he shewed very great knowledge, to the German. Gibbon, one of the greatest scholars' of our age, whom nothing worthy of attention which has been produced in England, France, Italy, or Spain, almost in every branch of human learning, has escaped, yet betrays an extremely confined knowledge of the history of our language and literature,
for had even heard of the German imitations of ancient me.. tres. He mentioned Algarotti's Treatise on Rhyme, in which the author, entirely passing over the Germans, only enumerates the unsuccessful attempts at hexameters made by the English, French, and Italians. I was induced by this to enter on a tort iketch of the history of our language: I recounted the rapid improvement made in it within a few years, and concluded with mentioning a German Odyffey, in which the translator has not only preserved the metre, and number of verses in the original, but in many of the hexameters retained the very feet. My memory was faithful enough to enable me to repeat both the Greek, and German, of the two celebrated verses on Sisyphus rolling his stone, from the eleventh book. of the Odyssey.
“ Notwithstanding his ignorance of the German language, he could not but be convinced, merely from his ear, of the maiterly construction of both these hexameters, nor can I de[cribe his astonishment, as he made me repeat them many times over. He immediately conceived so high an opinion of the improvement of our language, and of the gigantic progress of our literature, (as he expressed himself) that he declared his resolution to learn German as foon as he fhould be sufficiently at leisure.
“ I hope you will seize the first opportunity of becoming personally acquainted with this celebrated man, whoíc house is the resort of the most select fociety, and of all intelligent foreigners that come into these parts. I embrace you with my whole foul.”
In our next Number will be given the Three Letters of Mr. Gray, replete with fenfibility.
Poems on various Subjects, by R. Anderson of Carlisle.
35. Clarke. THIS poet is self-educated, and therefore his pro
1 ductions must not be severely scrutinized. We, however, are pleased with many parts of this little volume, and can recommend it to our readers. In his Preface he professes himself, with modefty, to be defti. tute of learning, and is occupied in a department of the calico-printing business. His lines may, on the whole, be read with pleasure ; and the following, taken from his piece entitled the Soldier, breathes an amiable and affecting strain of sensibility :
« O ye! who feel not poverty's keen gripe,
A Sermon occafioned by the Death of the Reverend
Jofeph Towers, L.L. D. delivered at Newington Green, June 2, 1799, by the Reverend James Lindfay; to which is added the Oration delivered at his Interment, by the Reverend Thomas Jervis. John.
fon. M R. Lindsay (the successor of Dr. Fordyce) and " Mr. Jervis (the successor of Dr. Kippis) have here paid a handsome tribute of respect to the memory of a man whose talents and virtues ensured to him no inconsiderable degree of approbation. Of the late Dr.
Towers we have already given ample memoirs in our Miscellany for last June; we have therefore only to add, that this publication does much credit to its respective authors. The sermon is eloquently written, and the oration was every way suited to the melancholy occasion.
In the sermon the preacher has ably stated the doctrine of our immortality, and thus bursts forth in a
strain of exalted piety : “ Infidel cease ! tread not with daring step and cruel purpose that hallowed ground, which upholds, and upholds well whatever wisdom of affection values most. Refpect at least the sensibilities of a wounded spirit, and leave to the mourner in Zion, 0! leave him that faith which alone can reconcile him to the death of others; which alone can fortify his cou. rage in the prospect of his own, which alone can fill his heart with peace and joy in believing.
“But why bespeak the forbearance of infidelity, when we may securely defy its most inveterate enmity? We are covered with the armour of God; we wield the weapons of everlasting truth. We stand upon that rock against which the gates of hell shall not prevail. We know in whom we have believed, and that he is able to keep the good thing which we commit to him till the fair dawning of that morn, which thall give us back all that has been excellent in wisdom and in virtue; all that has been pleasing to the eye of fancy, or dear to the heart of affection.”
Stri&tures on a. IVork, entitled an Essay on Philosoa
phical Necesity, by Alexander Crombie. These Stri£tures are comprised in Three Letters, addrejed to the Reverend T. Twining, to which is added an Appendix, Merving in various Particulars, the Afa finity there is between Necelity and Predeftination.
By John Golledge. Johnson and Dilly. Price is. IN defence of these abstruse subjects, Liberiy and Nea Irellity, writers of the greatest ability have appeared ; and it is almost impossible to understand all their intri. care speculations. Mr. Crombie wrote an able vindi. cation of Neceffity; and now Mr. Golledge has come forward with no small ingenuity to refute it. He deems it to be nearly allied to predestination, and therefore pregnant with mischief and absurdity. Mr. Golledge displays great threwdness in most of his remarks, and has evidently paid confiderable attention to the controversy.
It is not for us to determine where the truth lies on so profound a subject, and it is remarkable that the perplexity of the theme seems to have troubled angelie minds, according to the representations of the great Milton :
“ Others apart sat on a hill retir’d,
And found no endin wand'ring mazes loft!" To us short-fighted mortals, therefore, the fubje& must appear durk, and we refer the solution of these difficulties to a more enlightened sphere of being.
Eleanor and Mary, the Essay on Poetry, Music, and Dancing, and the Essay on Riches, shall be inserted; alfo Civis's Come munications. We should with to know to what length his Tale is to be extended. The Letter, by Tiftram, is under consideration. Lines to a Lady playing on the Piano Forte, and on the Falling Leaf, fhall have an admission. The Lines on Buonaparte are a wretched composition. Evening and Corydon are under consideration.
To the proffered observations on the Tragedy of Pizarro, we fhäll pay due attention,