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364 Original Letters. Dr. Lardner.....Author of John Buncle. had you said their divinity, it would your learned and entertaining Miscellaný. have been, in my humble opinion, more I am; Sir, your constant reader, proper. Nevertheless, I am, with great
JOSHUA TOULMIN. esteem, your's, &c.
Taunton, 14th April, 1798.
SO greatly do I revere the memory of Fauftus Socinus, whose life you tell me you
are writing, that I wish it was in my power to ORIGINAL LETTER from the celebraied
furniih you with memoirs relating to that Dr. LARDNER to the Rev. CALEB
great and good man, whose learning and virFLEMING, afterwards Dr. FLEMING.
thes were more extraordinary, than Bayle and DEAR SIR,
the new biographical writers' allow. There SEND to know how you do. I have blind to folid merit, but justice and praile
is a partiality in their criticism, which is I
not been out to-day. “ Dr. Jortin's will overtake it at last. They will not hear Life of Erasmus” is well writ. He has
the arguments of this admirable writer. They spoke as freely before, but here is a great will make a God of the feed of Abraham ani deal of the like fort. I think it should the son of David; they will have more perhave been dedicated to the present arch sons than one in the Deity; and because sobishop; and, perhaps, it will be so when cinus proves God has no partner, they prothe whole comes out. Jortin extols Her nounce the loudest and the rudest cenfures. ring ; but to me Herring appears much Such is, and ever will be OPINION : averse inferior to the archbishop, who was the
to conviction, and never ready to resign upon friend of Erasmus.
knowledge, or good reason. There has been an unhappy rencounter Illa solo fixos oculos aversa tenebat; near Dresden. Prince Francis of Brunf- Nec magis incepto vultum sermone movetur; wick and marshal Keith killed. We must Quam fi dura silex, aut stet Marpefia cautes hope we are under the care of Providence. Even the pious Bishop Smallbrook could But to me it seems, that the rod is lifted not speak of him without thewing himself a up, and hangs over us. And in my own
bitter squabbler. In his charge to his clergy, private judgment, I might be apt to think in August 1782, is the following passage and say, better had it been, if the king formance of the writer, otherwise jufily of ill
" And more especially by the valuable per-. of Prussia had been shot. I suppose, he
fame, I mean Faustus Socinus's book de will have no peace. If not, I think he Authoritate S. Scripturæt.” Here was an open will go on fighting, till he has ruined insult offered. My lord of St. David's aphimself and all his friends. To me it pears wedded to an opinion-an hypothefisseems, thatCount Daun is too hard for him. produced by blending false notions in philoThey never approach each other, but the Tophy and ungrouraded notions in scripture toking is over-reached by the count. For- gether; and because it has received the stamp give these remarks of your affectionate of custom and authority, the forward critic friend, and humble servant,
declaims in spightful, undelicate language. In N. LARDNER.
favour of the idol he falls down to and worThursday evening
fhips, he foolishly and maliciously abuses So[There is no other date, but the letter ap- cinus, that blessed servant of God, for de
pears to have been written in the year fending the gospel, that plain, timple, sa1758.]
tional and divine system; which the clergy
have disgraced and rendered useless; and Letter of the Author of the Life of proving that Christ, in the writings of the
apostles, signifies no more than the man Jesus JOHN BUNCLE, Efa.
of Nazareth, whom God anointed with his SIR,
inspiration and power. HEN I first formed the design of
i think, then, Sir, your defign an excel. drawing up the Memoirs of lent one, and that you cannot better employ
what time you have to spare than in finishing Faustus Socinus, as I found that the
the work. it is a thing much wanted, as learned author of the Life of John Buncie
the life fixed to the “ Fratres Poini," is far had expreffed a similar intention, I took from being full enough, and to the purpose. the liberty of addressing a line to him ; to ask whether he meant to execute that. * Virgil. 7Eneid. vi. 470. purpose; and, if he did not, to request + The praile bestowed on this little piece the favour of being referred to such frein of Socinus, by the bishop, was, however, a authorities, as would aflift the prosecution principal isvucement with a clergyman of the of my design. I was, presently, favoured church of England, Mr. Edward Combe, to , with an answer : a copy of which, as a
give to the public a tranfiation of it in 1731, literar; morceau, I offer for a place in and to prefix to it a bort account of the lite
Port Folio....Gray's Imitations,
365 If the TRACTS written by Socinus be read of Almighty persons; the most astonishing, over with all the attention to important a senseless and impious imaginations, that ever subject requires, in order to understand him, got into the heads of great divines and fatherş. and plead properly for his doctrines; and if This is all I have to say in relation to Sothe only intention in writing the account be, çinus, and am beholding to the occasion for to pursue truth calmly and impartially, with- procuring me the favour of a letter from you. out being solicitous where we find it,' so we I am obliged to you for your expressions of do but find it, an excellent and useful book civility, and am, with respect, Sir, your afmay be made by a man of genius and learning, sured humble servant, THOMAS AMORY. against the incarnation of God, and a Trinity Yorkshire, July 31, 1774. EXTRACTS FROM THE PORT FOLIO OF A MAN OF
LETTERS. POETICAL or PROSE IMITATIONs and important accession to the store of human SIMILARITIES.
literature, and furnish rational curiosity O recreations is that of tracing poeti NE of the most elegant of literary with a high regale.”
I must premise, that these notices are cal or profe imitations, and similarities;
not given with the malignant delight of for afturedly, fimilarity is not always ini- detecting the unacknowledged imitations tation. The plealing enay on
- The of several of our best writers; fuch, some Marks of Imitatioil,' will aslift the undoubtedly are, and others are heightcritic in deciding on what may only lie ened, while they are borrowed; but the an accidental imilarity, rather than greater part are merely designed to exhi. an imitation; but the most prudent bit that beautiful variety which the fame caution is hardly fufficient for this pur- image is capable of, when touched by the pole; we often think, and frequently
art of genius. write, like our predecessors, without even
Gray, in his “ Ode to Spring," has a suspicion of imitation. Those critics, • The attick warbler POURS HER THROAT.” have, therefore, indulged a very intemper
Mr. WAKEFIELD, in his " Commenate abuse of these amuling, researches, tary,” has a whole page on this truly who, even from a single word, derive the poetical diction. He conceives it to be imitation of an entire pofage.
an admirable improvement of the oriWAKEFIELD, in his edition of "Grey's ginal form in the Greek and Roman clasPoems, is very liable to this censure.
I had once formed a large collection of such passages, not with a view of tracing
yeed avdnu :. Hes. Scut, Her. 396.
"" suaves ex ore loquelas what appeared to be imitation, but merely
Lucret. i. 40. to form my taste, and to view the fame
We all know that Mr. WAKEFIELD image, or sentiment, either borrowed with art, or improved with new embel
can remember a greater number of quolishments, or differently appropriated. Of tations in Greek and Latin, than in his these, a few only have escaped perdition, vulgar idiom. The expression is evidently and these I shall now arrange. The in- and purely borrowed not from Heliod, nor geniofis writer of “ A Criticism on Gray's from Lucretius, but simply from Pope. Elegy, in continuation of Dr. Johnson's,” « Is it for thee, the linnet POURS HER has given fome observations on this subječt, which will please the reader.
El ay on Man, Ep. iii. v. 33. He says, “ It is often entertaining to trace Gray, in the “ Ode to Adversity,” adimitation; to detect the adopted image, dresses that power
thus : the copied design, the transferred fenti “ Thou tamer of the human breast, ment, the appropriated phrase, and even
SCOURGE and TORT'RING the acquired manner and frame, under all HOUR the disguses that imitation, combination, The bad affright, amict the best!" and accommodation may have thrown Here Mr. WAKEFIELD is pleased to around them, must require both parts and censure the expression “ tort’ring hour," diligence; but it will bring with it no by discovering an impropriety and inconordinary gratification.” A book pro- gruity. He lays, “ consistency of figure fessedly on the “ History and progress of rather required fome material image, like imitation in poetry," written by a man of iron scourge and adamantine chain. What perfpicuity, and an adept in the art of would Gray have said to such criticisms ? discerning likenesses, even when minute; Probably he would have been filent; or, with examples, properly selected, and gra- he might perhaps have pointed out to this dations duly marked; would make an
366 Port Folio....Gray's Imitations..... Account of Sir Edmund Saunders. minutest of critics, the following passage observation almost induces one to think in Milton ;
Gray derived from it the whole plan of -66 When the SCOURGL
that sublime ode-since his “ Bard” preInexorably, and the TORT'RING HOUR
citely performs what the “ Beard" of Call us to penance.” Par. Loft. B. ii. v.go.
Hudibras denounced. There are the
verses, Gray, in his “ Ode to Adverhty," writes,
“ This HAIRY METEOR did denounce
The fall of sceptres and of crowns." “ Light THEY DISPERSE, and with them go
Hudibras, C. i. The SUMMER FRIEND"
Sir EDMUND SAUNDERS. fond of the image, he has it in his « Bard,"
(Communicated.) " The swARM, that in thy NOON-TIDE
"HIS judge, who made a considerable BEAM are born,
figure in his own time, arose from Gone!"
the lowelt origin. He was chief justice Perhaps the germ of this beautiful of the court of King's Bench in the reign image may be found in Shakespeare :
of Charles II. Roger North, son of the “ for MEN, like BUTTERFLIES, Lord-keeper North, who perfonally knew Shew not their mealy wings but to the sum- him, says, “ His character, and his beTroilus and Crefida, A. iii. 1.7.
ginning, were equally strange. He was Gray, in his progress of poetry, has, at first" no better than a beggar boy, if si In climes beyond THE SOLAR ROAD" not a parish foundling, without known
He had found a Mr. WAKEFIELD has traced the imi parents or relations. tation to Dryden, without referring to
way to live by obsequiousness (in Cle. the
ment's Inn, as I remember) and courting poem itself; he has it thus :
the attornies clerks for scraps. The ex-66 Beyond the year, and out of heav'n's traordinary observance and diligence of highway."
Dryden. the boy made the society willing to do I cannot now recur to the paffage, but him good. He appeared very ambitious have marked it in my copy differently, to learn to write and one of the attorand which makes the imitation till mcre nies got a board knocked up at the win. close, although less harmonious :
dow, on the top of a stair-case; and that “ Beyond the year, out of the SOLAR was his desk, where he fat and wrote WALK;"
after copies of court and other hands the However, Pope has it in a well-known clerks gave him. He made himself fo verse, and probably borrowed from Dry- expert a writer, that he took in business, den:
and earned some pence by hackney writ. « Far as the SOLAR WALK, or milky way." his faculties, and fell to forms, and, by
ing. And thus, by degrees, he pushed Ellay on Man, c.i.
books that were lent him, became an exGray has, in his “ Bard,”
quisite entering clerk; and, by the same - Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; course of improvement of himself, an Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.”
able counsel, first in special pleading, then Gray points out the imitation, himself, at large. And, after he was called to in Shaktpeare, of the latter thought--and the bar, had practice in the King's Bench it is curious to observe, that Otway, in court, equal to any there.” He was corhis “ Venice Preserved," makes Priuli pulent in his person, and somewhat licen. exclaim to his daughter, that she is tious in his manners; but North says, - Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my honest as the driven snow was white; and
as to his ordinary dealing, he was life, Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o'er why not, having no regard for money, or thee."
desire to be rich? And, for good nature Gray tells us, that the image of his and condescension, there was not his fel
low.”_" As for his parts, none had « Bard,"
them more lively than he. Wit and re- Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a MITLOR to the troubled air,” natural to him.
partee, in an affected rusticity,
He was ever ready, and was taken from a picture of the Supreme never at a loss; and none came so near as Being, by Raphael. It is, however, re- he to be a match for Serjeant Maynard." markable, and fomewhat ludicrous, that -« While he sat in the court of King's " The Beard of Hudibras is also com- Bench, he gave the rule to the general pared to a meteor ; and the accompanyin: fatisfa&tion of the lawyers."
( 367 ) ORIGINAL POETRY.
The ABOLITION OF CATHOLICISM. Forego thy keys of gold,
The pearly gates unfold, Written on learning the Arrival of the French at
Cephas, thy mansioners must now be free. Rome in 1798.
Not all on high who bide
Shall grace the judge's fide;
When, the new earth reclad in bridal glee, Ghosts of the good, their midnight moanings He comes to wake the dead, the dooms of
On clouds of heav'n majestic riding, vent ; Yon vacant ailes among,
men deciding. Where kneel'd the christian throng,
Whether for Constatine, Voices of weeping stray with strange lament, Or that mysterious Trine,
A dew from the chill marble breaks, Which ranks the prophet with the Only Lord; While each peculiar pow'r its long-wont seat Or for that Dominique, forfakes.
Whose cruel heat oblique The quaking altars round,
Steep'd writling infidels in flames abhorr’d; A drear and dying sound
Or for those priests the wed-bed who ree Difmays the priest amid his mutter'd toil:
what mortal may Beside the golden shrine Expires the taper's shine,
pronounce. The guardian saints with wailings thence re The star that told his birth, coil;
Who taught a heedless earth Aş were it their unwilling doom
How might be won the beamy home of bliss, Thro' the aérial wake to rove in lonely gloom. The queen of heav'n forlorn Celestial groves of palm,
From her high front hath torn; Ye are not ever calm ;
Hurling its glories to the foul abyss, Laden with sighs, the gales of Eden flow;
In meet eclipse, while the arch-fiend of God, Tears such as angels weep
Loos’d from his searing chains, shall wield the The unfading amaranth steep;
sov’reign rod, The living waters Nide more sad and Now;
The thousand years
past The golden harps are all unstrung,
For which his bonds should last, Mute to the sweeping hand, and on the wil- Again he strolls abroad and roars amain; lows hung.
" There is no God,” he cries, In coarser sackcloth fold
While impious shouts arise, Thy limbs of dainty mold;
And laughing crouds applaud the hell-taught Fling further of thine eflenc'd kerchiefs
“ No God,” with lips unpalfied they deWith brinier tears embathe,
clare, With loofer tresles swathe,
Tossing their brands against the scorned domes Fair Magdalena, thy lov'd prophet's feet:
prayer. Forgot is now, by man below,
Torn from its altar-stand The life of matchless love, the death of matchless woe.
With sacrilegious hand,
The chalice scatters its forbidden wing; Nor James, nor sworded Paul,
On mystic wafers, flung Watch in the cross-thap'd hall :
In scorn by heaps of dung, Nor the first martyr of a madding crowd. And human flesh, dogs of the miscreants dine: Back to the desert-air
And him who on the crucifix expir'd Unmet shall he repair,
They hoot a felon fool by fellow fools ad. Who guided throngs to Jordan's cleansing mir'd.
flood. E'en the much-lov'd disciple must not stay,
Was it for these accurst, His crown of glory sheds a paler, bluer ray.
Great Angelo, that erst
Thy chisel bad the moving marble preach? Cecilia's bright-hair'd band
That Raphael was not loth Of pupil cherubs stand,
The storied wall to cloathe With veiling wings their drooping heads with those pure charities, which vainly concealing :
teach? To hymns of praise and joy
That Pergolesi told the mother's woe Their closed lips are coy ;
In wringing tones fo footh tha¢ seraphs To anthems high in echoing air far pealing.
lean'd to know? Hush'd is her soul-diffolving tongue, Nor floats aloof her proud-voic'd organ's rolla As, when o'er guilty towns ing song.
Jehovah's anger frowns, MONTHLY MAG, No. Xxx},
Original Poetry, by Mr. D’Israeli. Deep bellowings thro' the nigh volcano So when the seven-mouth'd tide writhe;
Withdraws his waters wide, While priests with fault'ring tread And feeds his scaly Alocks in narrower vale; Their pale processions lead,
Emerging groves are seen, And shudder at their proper temple's highth: Enrob’d in springing green, So was the holy city all aghaft,
Tobranch beside the dike-bound city's pale: When through its rified walls the stranger And as the oozy billows sink, ruffians past.
Young flow'rs and waving blades dance on The faintly father fies
the fragrant brink. To close his fading eyes,
Far from their impious dens, Where yet the lonely olive strives to grow : Within the Memphian fanes, Not the tiara's band,
The greedy crocodiles in fear are swum: Or harmless crolier'd hand,
To rinse the marble floor, Would now forfend him from th' affaffin's From ling’ring sime impure, blow.
With pearled wrist the bathing maidens come: Haíte to the tomb! it waits thee long; And joyous crouds with sport and song, Thou art of purer eyes than to behold this Stroll where the levelling stream trail'd its wrong.
Now width along.
Attright the world afar;
The following FRAGMENT has been composed by
Mr. D'ISRAELI, as part of a work of imagiwheel : The steeds to proudly dight
nation, on which be is now engaged; illuftrating
the manners of various nations, and diversified Are pawing for the fight;
by local scenery and national poetry; the present The spear is fasten’d to the tube of steel:
is characterized by the novelty of the The widow's shriek, the orphan's tear, For the town-fhatt'ring cannon's roar, is
imagery and scenery. hard to hear.
Scene, Ruins in the Desert of Arabia. Lo! the fell devil-forms
The Poet, in despair, exiles bimself from YEMEN, That play amid the storms
or Arabia the happy. Plunder, who tears from industry his all; Rape, who delights to rush
HERE DESOLATION fits !-Her living Where beams the virgin's blurn;
hand Murder scarce waiting for Suspicion's call, Is heard, at times, some mould'ring mass Ere in the bishop's hoary hair
to throw, His grappling fist is fixt, his lifted poignard Startling the echoes.--O'er the neeping land bare.
A hundred giant voices seem to grow! But not for aye shall reign
Here GRANDEUR once,
his murm’ring The hell-disgorged train :
CROUD would trail ; Ye will return to lift the bruised reed,
In Cæsar's dome, the staiking Lions Who learn’d of Jesus' tongue
yell; To pardon human wrong,
O'er sculptur'd piles, the Spider weaves his Cheer the fhorn lamb, and bind the wounds
veil; that bleed.
On yon watch-tow'r, the Owl stands fenInmortal mercy dwells in safe retreat,
tinel !* And back to the fad toil thall wend ner pil- Blow, thou Red SAMIEL! thy sulphureous grim feet.
breath, Then all the angel train
My face uprais'd shall kiss thy pois’ning Shall visit earth again ;
airt. And Michael bind the dragon's strength anew : While the taught nations bend,
* " The spider holds the veil in the paIn holier pray'r to blend,
lace of Cæsar; And purer, heav'n-atoning rites renew.
The owl stands fentinel on the watchForce-fhunning Freedom shall appear
tower of Afrafiab.” To guard the teacher's hall, the ruin'd pile
Sir W. Jones's Perfian Grammar.
+ " The effects of the wind SAMIEL are Long absent Justice then
instant fuffocation to every living creature, Shall back return to men,
that happens to be in the sphere of its activity. With meas’ring look her scales and compass The Arabians discern its approach by an unminding ;
usual redness in the air, and they say that And Peace, with myrtle wand,
they feel a smell of Julphur as it paties. They Shall take no fleeting stand,
throw themselves down with their faces on the Fiom either foot her turtle-wings unbinding; earth, till this whirlwind of poisonous exha
And orb a rainbow through the azure sky, lations has blown over, which always In token that the tempeit-clouds are now at a certain height in the atmosphere. In