and he published in 1764 "Essays on Husbandry," which are said to be remarkable for their elegance and perspicuity. 65 66 Dr. Johnson, according to Boswell, said, "that "Harte was a very vain man: that he left London on the day of his Life of Gustavus' being published, in order to avoid the great praise he was "to receive; but Robertson's History of Scotland' "having come out the same day, he was ashamed "to return to the scene of his mortification." This sarcastic anecdote comes in the suspicious company of a blunder as to dates, for Robertson's "History "of Scotland" was published a month after Harte's "Life of Gustavus ;" and it is besides, rather an odd proof of a man's vanity, that he should have run away from expected compliments. The failure of his historical work is alleged to have mortified him so deeply, as to have affected his health. All the evidence of this, however, is deduced from some expressions in his letters, in which he complains of frequent indisposition. His biographers, first of all, take it for granted, that a man of threescore could not possibly be indisposed from any other cause than from reading harsh reviews of his "Life of Gustavus;" and then, very consistently, show the folly of his being grieved at the fate of his history, by proving that his work was reviewed, on the whole, rather in a friendly and laudatory manner. Harte, however, was so far from being a martyr, either to the justice or injustice of criticism, that he prepared a second edition of the "Life of Gustavus" for the press; and announced, in a note, that he had finished the "History of the thirty years War in Germany." His servant Dore, afterwards an innkeeper at Bath, got possession of his MSS. and this work is supposed to be irrecoverably lost. In the mean time, he was struck with a palsy in 1766, which attacked him again in 1769, and put a period to his life, five years after. At the time of his death he was vicar of St. Austel and Blazy, in Cornwall. His poetry is little read; and I am aware of hazarding the appearance of no great elegance of taste, in professing myself amused and interested by several parts of it, particularly by his "Amaranth." In spite of pedantry and grotesqueness, he appears, in numerous passages, to have condensed the reflection and information of no ordinary mind. If the reader dislikes his story of " Eulogius," I have only to inform him, that I have taken some pains to prevent its being more prolix than is absolutely necessary, by the mechanical reduction of its superfluities. EULOGIUS: OR, THE CHARITABLE MASON. FROM THE GREEK OF PAULUS SYLLOGUS. In ancient times, scarce talk'd of, and less known, Eulogius liv'd: an humble mason he; Sigh'd with the sick, and with the mourner wept; * On the south aspect of a sloping hill, Whose roots earth's centre touch, whose head the skies; No stately larch-tree there expands a shade O'er half a rood of Larissćan glade: No lofty poplars catch the murm❜ring breeze, Which loit'ring whispers on the cloud-capp'd trees; A nameless dwelling, and an unknown name! On skirting heights thick stood the clust'ring vine, One lilac only, with a statelier grace, Presum❜d to claim the oak's and cedar's place, This spot, for dwelling fit, Eulogius chose, They thank'd their Maker for a pittance sent, Four rooms, above, below, this mansion grac'd, No flesh from market-towns our peasant sought; He rear'd his frugal meat, but never bought: A kid sometimes for festivals he slew; The choicer part was his sick neighbour's due: Each barley-head untaxt, and daylight free :) The common water, and the common air. Meanwhile God's blessings made Eulogius thrive, The happiest, most contented man alive. His conscience cheer'd him with a life well spent, content. Alternate were his labours and his rest, Eusebius, hermit of a neighb'ring cell, pray'r; "Make yonder man the fav'rite of thy care: |