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87. The Reasons why Advice is generally inef-
Elisions dangerous in English Poetry.
often chimerical . 93. The Prejudices and Caprices of Criticism 94. An Inquiry how far Milton has accommo
dated the Sound to the sense 95. The History of Pertinax the Sceptick ... 96. Truth, Falsehood, and Fiction, an Allegory 97 Advice to unmarried Ladies . . MR. RICHARDSON. 98. The Necessity of cultivating Politeness Johnson. 99. The Pleasures of private Friendship
the Necessity of similar Dispositions .. 100. Modish Pleasures .':.
MRS. CARTER. 101. A proper Audience necessary to a Wit JOHNSON. 102. The Voyage of Life . . 103. The Prevalence of Curiosity-the Charac.
ter of Nugaculus . . 104. The Original of Flattery-the Meanness
of venal Praise .
-Reasons why good Authors are some-
N° 54. SATURDAY, SEPT. 22, 1750
Truditur dies die,
Tu secanda marmora
Immemor struis dornos.
Day presses on the heels of day,
TO THE RAMBLER.
HAVE lately been called, from a mingled life of business and amusement, to attend the last hours of an old friend : an office which has filled me, if not with melancholy, at least with serious
reflections, and turned my thoughts towards the contemplation of those subjects, which, though of the utmost importance, and of indubitable certainty, are generally secluded from our regard, by the jollity of health, the hurry of employment, and even by the calmer diversions of study and speculation; or if they become accidental topicks of conversation and argument, yet rarely sink deep into the heart, but give occasion only to some subtilties of reasoning, or elegancies of declamation, which are heard, applauded, and forgotten.
It is, indeed, not hard to conceive how a man accustomed to extend his views through a long concatenation of causes and effects, to trace things from their origin to their period, and compare means with ends, may discover the weakness of human schemes; detect the fallacies by which mortals are deluded ; shew the insufficiency of wealth, honours, and powers, to real happiness; and please himself, and his auditors, with learned lectures on the vanity of life.
But though the speculatist may see and shew the folly of terrestrial hopes, fears, and desires, every hour will give proofs that he never felt it. Trace him through the day or year, and you will find him acting upon principles which he has in common with the illiterate and unenlightened, angry and pleased like the lowest of the vulgar, pursuing with the same ardour, the same designs, grasping, with all the eagerness of transport, those riches which he knows he cannot keep, and swelling with the applause which he has gained by proving that applause is of no value.
The only conviction that rushes upon the soul, and takes away from our appetites and passions