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The first novel of Mackenzie is the best of his chains and torture ? No; thou gavest them a land works, ur.less we except some of his short contribu- teeming with good things, and lightedst up thy sun tions to the 'Mirror' and 'Lounger' (as the tale of La to bring forth spontaneous plenty; but the refineRoche), which fully supported his fame. There is ments of man, ever at war with thy works, have no regular story in • The Man of Feeling,' but the changed this scene of profusion and luxuriance into character of Harley, his purity of mind, and his a theatre of rapine, of slavery, and of murder ! bashfulness, caused by excessive delicacy, interest Forgive the warmth of this apostrophe! Here it the reader from the commencement of the tale. His would not be understood; even my uncle, whose adventures in London, the talk of club and park heart is far from a hard one, would smile at my frequenters, his visit to bedlam, and his relief of the romance, and tell me that things must be so. Habit, old soldier, Atkins, and his daughter, though partly the tyrant of nature and of reason, is deaf to the formed on the affected sentimental style of the voice of either; here she stifles humanity and deinferior romances, evince a facility in moral and bases the species--for the master of slaves has sel1 pathetic painting that was then only surpassed by dom the soul of a man.' Richardson. His humour is chaste and natural. We add a specimen of the humorous and the Harley fails, as might be expected from his diffident pathetic manner of Mackenzie from The Man of and retiring character, in securing the patronage of Feeling.' the great in London, and he returns to the country, meeting with some adventures by the way [Harley Sets Out on his Journey—The Beggar and that illustrate his fine sensibility and benevolence.
his Dog.] Though bashful, Harley is not effeminate, and there are bursts of manly feeling and generous sentiment
He had taken leave of his aunt on the eve of his throughout the work, which at once elevate the intended departure ; but the good lady's affection character of the hero, and relieve the prevailing for her nephew interrupted her sleep, and early as it tone of pathos in the novel. The Man of the was, next morning when Harley came down stairs to World has less of the discursive manner of Sterne, set out, he found her in the parlour with a tear on but the character of Sir Thomas Sindall—the Love her cheek, and her caudle-cup in her hand. She lace of the novel-seems forced and unnatural. His knew enough of physic to prescribe against going plots against the family of Annesly, and his at
abroad of a morning with an empty stomach. She tempted seduction of Lucy (after an interval of gave her blessing with the draught; her instructions some eighteen or twenty years), show a deliberate she had delivered the night before. They consisted villany and disregard of public opinion, which, con
mostly of negatives ; for London, in her idea, was so sidering his rank and position in the world, appears replete with temptations, that it needed the whole improbable. His death-bed sensibility and penitence armour of her friendly cautions to repel their attacks
. are undoubtedly out of keeping with the rest of his faithful fellow formerly. Harley's father had taken
Peter stood at the door. We have mentioned this character. The adventures of young Annesly among him up an orphan, and saved him from being cast the Indians are interesting and romantic, and are described with much spirit: his narrative, indeed, the service of him and of his son. Harley shook him
on the parish; and he had ever since remained in is one of the freest and boldest of Mackenzie's sketches. “Julia de Roubigne' is still more melan- by the hand as he passed, smiling, as if he had said, choly than • The Man of the World. It has no that waited for him ; Peter folded up the step., My
"I will not weep.' He sprung hastily into the chaise gorgeous descriptions or imaginative splendour to dear master,' said he, shaking the solitary lock that relieve the misery and desolation which overtake a group of innocent beings, whom for their virtues the hung on either side of his head, 'I have been toid as reader would wish to see happy. It is a domestic the thought, and his benediction could not be heard.
how London is a sad place.' 'He was choked with tragedy of the deepest kind, without much discri: But it shall be heard, honest Peter! where these tears mination of character or skill in the plot, and will add to its energy. oppressive from its scenes of unmerited and unmitigated distress. We wake from the perusal of the proposed breakfasting ; but the fulness of his
In a few hours Harley reached the inn where he tale as from a painful dream, conscious that it has would not suffer him to eat a morsel. He walked no reality, and thankful that its morbid excitement out on the road, and gaining a little height, stood is over. It is worthy of remark that in this novel gazing on the quarter he had left. He looked for his Mackenzie was one of the first to denounce the wonted prospect, his fields, bis woods, and his hills; system of slave-labour in the West Indies.
they were lost in the distant clouds! He pencilled “I have often been tempted to doubt,' says one of them on the clouds, and bade them farewell with a the characters in Julia de Roubigne, whether sigh! there is not an error in the whole plan of negro He sat down on a large stone to take out a little servitude ; and whether whites or creoles born in pebble from his shoe, when he saw, at some distance, the West Indies, or perhaps cattle, after the man
a beggar approaching him. He had on a loose sort of ner of European husbandry, would not do the busi-coat, mended with different-coloured rags, amongst ness better and cheaper than the slaves do. The which the blue and the russet were the predominant. money which the latter cost at first, the sickness He had a short knotty stick in his hand, and on the (often owing to despondency of mind) to which they top of it was stuck a ram's horn ; his knees (though are liable after their arrival, and the proportion that he was no pilgrim) had worn the stuff of his breeches; die in consequence of it, make the machine, if it he wore no shoes, and his stockings had entirely lost may be so called, of a plantation, extremely expen- that part of them which should have covered his feet sive in its operations. In the list of slaves belong- and ankles. In his face, however, was the plump ing to a wealthy planter, it would astonish you to appearance of good humour: he walked a good round see the number unfit for service, pining under pace, and a crooked-legged dog trotted at his heels. disease, a burden on their master. I am only talking Our delicacies,' said Harley to himself,' are fanas a merchant; but as a man—good heavens! when tastic: they are not in nature! that beggar walks I think of the many thousands of my fellow-crea- over the sharpest of these stones barefooted, while tures groaning under servitude and misery !-great I have lost the most delightful dream in the world God ! hast thou peopled those regions of thy world from the sinallest of them happening to get into for the purpose of casting out their inhabitants to my shoe.' The beggar had by this time come up,
and, pulling off a piece of hat, asked charity of are apt to imagine. With a tolerable good memory Harley; the dog began to beg too. It was impos- and some share of cunning, with the help of walking sible to resist both; and, in truth, the want of shoes a-nights over heaths and churchyards, with this, and and stockings had made both unnecessary, for Har- showing the tricks of that there dog, whom I stole ley had destined sixpence for him before. The from the sergeant of a marching regiment (and, by the beggar, on receiving it, poured forth blessings with way, he can steal too upon occasion), I make shift to out number; and, with a sort of smile on his coun- pick up a livelihood. My trade, indeed, is none of the tenance, said to Harley, 'that if he wanted his for. honestest; yet people are not much cheated neither, tune told— Harley turned his eye briskly on the who give a few halfpence for a prospect of happibeggar: it was an unpromising look for the subject ness, which I have heard some persons say is all a man of a prediction, and silenced the prophet imme- can arrive at in this world. But I must bid you good diately. 'I would much rather learn,' said Harley, day, sir; for I have three miles to walk before noon, what it is in your power to tell me: your trade must to inform some boarding school young ladies whether be an entertaining one: sit down on this stone, and their husbands are to be peers of the realm or caplet me know something of your profession; I have tains in the army; a question which I promised to often thought of turning fortune-teller for a week or answer them by that time.' two myself.'
Harley had drawn a shilling from his pocket; but Master,' replied the beggar, ‘I like your frankness Virtue bade him consider on whom he was going to much; God knows I had the humour of plain dealing bestow it. Virtue held back his arm; but a milder in me from a child; but there is no doing with it in form, & younger sister of Virtue's, not so severe as this world; we must live as we can, and lying is, as Virtue, nor so serious as Pity, smiled upon him; his you call it, my profession: but I was in some sort fingers lost their compression; nor did Virtue offer to forced to the trade, for I dealt once in telling truth. catch the money as it fell. It had no sooner reached I was a labourer, sir, and gained as much as to the ground, than the watchful cur (a trick he had make me live: I never laid by indeed ; for I was been taught) snapped it up; and, contrary to the reckoned a piece of a wag, and your wags, I take it, most approved method of stewardship, delivered it are seldom rich, Mr Harley.' So,' said Harley, ' you immediately into the hands of his master. seem to know me.' 'Ay, there are few folks in the country that I don't know something of; how should I tell fortunes else? "True ; but to go on with your
[The Death of Harley. ] story: you were a labourer, you say, and a wag; your Harley was one of those few friends whom the maindustry, I suppose, you left with your old trade; but levolence of fortune had yet left me; I could not, your humour you preserve to be of use to you in your therefore, but be sensibly concerned for his present new'
indisposition; there seldom passed a day on which I What signifies sadness, sir? a man grows lean did not make inquiry about him. on't: but I was brought to my idleness by degrees ; The physician who attended him had informed me first I could not work, and it went against my stomach the evening before, that he thought him considerably to work ever after. I was seized with a jail fever at better than he had been for some time past. I called the time of the assizes being in the county where I next morning to be confirmed in a piece of intellilived; for I was always curious to get acquainted with gence so welcome to me. the felons, because they are commonly fellows of much When I entered his apartment, I found him sitting mirth and little thought, qualities I had ever an on a couch, leaning on his hand, with his eye turned esteem for. In the height of this fever, Mr Harley, upwards in the attitude of thoughtful inspiration. the house where I lay took fire, and burnt to the His look had always an open benignity, which comground; I was carried out in that condition, and lay manded esteem; there was now something more-a all the rest of my illness in a barn. I got the better gentle triumph in it. of my disease, however, but I was so weak that I spit He rose, and met me with his usual kindness. blood whenever I attempted to work. I had no rela- When I gave him the good accounts I had had from tion living that I knew of, and I never kept a friend his physician, 'I am foolish enough,' said he, 'to rely above a week when I was able to joke; I seldom re- but little in this instance to physic. My presentiment mained above six months in a parish, so that I might may be false ; but I think I feel myself approaching to have died before I had found a settlement in any: my end by steps so easy that they woo me to approach thus I was forced to beg my bread, and a sorry trade it. There is a certain dignity in retiring from life at I found it, Mr Harley. I told all my misfortunes a time when the infirmities of age have not sapped truly, but they were seldom believed ; and the few our faculties. This world, my dear Charles, was a who gave me a halfpenny as they passed, did it with scene in which I never much delighted. I was not a shake of the head, and an injunction not to trouble formed for the bustle of the busy nor the dissipation them with a long story. In short, I found that people of the gay; a thousand things occurred where I do not care to give 'alms without some security for blushed for the impropriety of my conduct when I their money; a wooden leg or a withered arm is a sort thought on the world, though my reason told me I of draugbt upon heaven for those who choose to have should have blushed to have done otherwise. It was their money placed to account there; so I changed a scene of dissimulation, of restraint, of disappointmy plan, and, instead of telling my own misfortunes, ment. I leave it to enter on that state which I have began to prophesy happiness to others. This I found learned to believe is replete with the genuine happiby much the better way: folks will always listen when ness attendant upon virtue. I look back on the tenor the tale is their own; and of many who say they do of my life with the consciousness of few great offences not believe in fortune-telling, I have known few on to account for. There are blemishes, I confess, which whom it had not a very sensible effect. I pick up the deform in some degree the picture ; but I know the names of their acquaintance; amours and little benignity of the Supreme Being, and rejoice at the squabbles are easily gleaned among servants and thoughts of its exertion in my favour. My mind neighbours; and indeed people themselves are the expands at the thought I shall enter into the society best intelligencers in the world for our purpose ; they of the blessed, wise as angels, with the simplicity of dare not puzzle us for their own sakes, for every one children.' is anxious to hear what they wish to believe; and He had by this time clasped my hand, and found they who repeat it, to laugh at it when they have it wet by a tear which had just fallen upon it. His are generally more serious than their hearers | eye began to moisten too—we sat for some tin.. silento
At last, with an attempt at a look of more composure, sighed, and fell back on his seat. Miss Walton * There are some remembrances,' said Harley, ' which screamed at the sight. His aunt and the servants rise involuntarily on my heart, and make me almost rushed into the room. They found them lying mowish to live. I have been blessed with a few friends tionless together. His physician happened to call at who redeem my opinion of mankind. I recollect with that instant. Every art was tried to recover them. the tenderest emotion the scenes of pleasure I have With Miss Walton they succeeded, but Harley was passed among them; but we shall meet again, my gone for ever! friend, never to be separated. There are some feel- I entered the room where his body lay; I approached ings which perhaps are too tender to be suffered by it with reverence, not fear. I looked ; the recollecthe world. The world is in general selfish, interested, tion of the past crowded upon me. I saw that form and unthinking, and throws the imputation of ro- which, but a little before, was animated with a soul mance or melancholy on every temper more suscep- which did honour to humanity, stretched without tible than its own. I cannot think but in those sense or feeling before me. 'Tis a connexion we canregions which I contemplate, if there is anything of not easily forget. I took his hand in mine; I repeated mortality left about us, that these feelings will sub- his name involuntarily; I felt a pulse in every rein sist; they are called-perhaps they are-weaknesses at the sound. I looked earnestly in his face; his eye here; but there may be some better modifications of was closed, his lip pale and motionless. There is an them in heaven, which may deserve the name of vir- enthusiasm in sorrow that forgets impossibility; I tues.' He sighed as he spoke these last words. He wondered that it was so. The sight drew a prayer had scarcely finished them when the door opened, and from my heart; it was the voice of frailty and of his aunt appeared leading in Miss Walton. "My man! The confusion of my mind began to subside dear,' says she, “here is Miss Walton, who has been so into thought; I had time to weep! kind as to come and inquire for you herself.' I could I turned with the last farewell upon my lips, when observe a transient glow upon his face. He rose from I observed old Edwards standing behind me. I looked his seat. . If to know Miss Walton's goodness,' him full in the face, but his eye was fixed on another said he,' be a title to deserve it, I have some claim.' object. He pressed between me and the bed, and She begged him to resume his seat, and placed her- stood gazing on the breathless remains of his beneself on the sofa beside him. I took my leave. Mrs factor. I spoke to him I know not what; but he ! Margery accompanied me to the door. He was left took no notice of what I said, and remained in the with Miss Walton alone. She inquired anxiously same attitude as before. He stood some minutes in about his health. 'I believe,' said he, ‘from the that posture, then turned and walked towards the accounts which my physicians unwillingly give me, door. He paused as he went; he returned a second that they have no great hopes of my recovery.' She time; I could observe his lips move as he looked ; started as he spoke; but recollecting herself im- but the voice they would have uttered was lost. He mediately, endeavoured to flatter him into a belief attempted going again; and a third time he retumed that his apprehensions were groundless. I know,' as before. I saw him wipe his cheek; then, covering said he, “that it is usual with persons at my time of his face with his hands, his breast heaving with the life to have these hopes which your kindness sug- most convulsive throbs, he flung out of the room. gests, but I would not wish to be deceived. To meet He had hinted that he should like to be buried in death as becomes a man is a privilege bestowed on a certain spot near the grave of his mother. This is few. I would endeavour to make it mine; nor do I a weakness, but it is universally incident to humathink that I can ever be better prepared for it than nity; it is at least a memorial for those who survive. now; it is that chiefly which determines the fitness For some, indeed, a slender memorial will serve; and of its approach. “Those sentiments,' answered Miss the soft affections, when they are busy that
way, Walton, are just; but your good sense, Mr Harley, build their structures were it but on the paring of will own that life has its proper value. As the pro- a nail. vince of virtue, life is ennobled ; as such, it is to He was buried in the place he had desired. It was be desired. To virtue has the Supreme Director of all shaded by an old tree, the only one in the churchyard, things assigned rewards enough even here to fix its in which was a cavity worn by time. I have sat with attachment.'
him in it, and counted the tombs. The last time we The subject began to overpower her. Harley lifted passed there, methought he looked wistfully on the his eyes from the ground, "There are,' said he, in a tree; there was a branch of it that bent towards us, very low voice, there are attachments, Miss Wal-waring in the wind; he waved his hand, as if he ton. His glance met hers. They both betrayed a mimicked its motion. There was something predicconfusion, and were both instantly withdrawn. He tive in his look! perhaps it is foolish to remark it, paused some moments : ‘I am in such a state as calls but there are times and places when I am a child at for sincerity, let that also excuse it-it is perhaps those things. the last time we shall ever meet. I feel something I sometimes visit his grave; I sit in the hollow of particularly solemn in the acknowledgment, yet my the tree. It is worth a thousand homilies; every heart swells to make it, awed as it is by a sense of my noble feeling rises within me!
Every beat of my presumption, by a sense of your perfections. He heart awakens a virtue ; but it will make you bate paused again. Let it not offend you to know their the world. No; there is such an air of gentleness power over one so unworthy. It will, I believe, soon around that I can hate nothing; but as to the world, cease to beat, even with that feeling which it shall lose I pity the men of it. the latest. To love Miss Walton could not be a crime; if to declare it is one, the expiation will be made.' The last of our novel writers of this period was Her tears were now flowing without control. “Let Miss Clara REEVE, the daughter of a clergymian at me entreat you,' said she,' to have better hopes. Let Ipswich, where she died in 1803, aged seventy: not life be so indifferent to you, if my wishes can eight. An early admiration of Horace Walpole's put any value on it. I will not pretend to misun-romance, The Castle of Otranto,' induced Miss derstand you—I know your worth—I have known Reeve to imitate it in a Gothic story, entitled The it long - I have esteemed it. What would you Old English Baron, which was published in 1777. have me say? I have loved it as it deserved. He In some respects the lady has the advantage of seized her hand, a languid colour reddened his Walpole ; her supernatural machinery is better macheek, a smile brightened faintly in his eye. As he naged, so as to produce mysteriousness and effect; 'l gazed on her it grew dim, it fixed, it closed. He but her style has not the point or elegance of that
of her prototype. Miss Reeve wrote several other of Cicero, in two volumes. Reviewing the whole of novels, all marked,' says Sir Walter Scott, ‘by ex- the celebrated orator's public career, and the princicellent good sense, pure morality, and a competent pal transactions of his times—mixing up questions command of those qualities which constitute a good of philosophy, government, and politics, with the romance.' They have failed, however, to keep pos- details of biography, Middleton compiled a highly session of public favour, and the fame of the author interesting work, full of varied and important inforrests on her • Old English Baron,' which is now mation, and written with great care and taste. An generally printed along with the story of Walpole. admiration of the rounded style and flowing periods
of Cicero seems to have produced in his biographer HISTORIANS.
a desire to attain to similar excellence; and perhaps A spirit of philosophical inquiry and reflection, English with the same careful finish and sustained
no author, prior to Johnson's great works, wrote united to the graces of literary composition, can hardly be said to have been presented by any Eng- certainly no historical writings of the day were at
dignity. The graces of Addison were wanting, but lish historian before the appearance of that illus- all comparable to Middleton's memoir. One or two trious triumvirate-Hume, Robertson, and Gibbon. The early annalists of Britain recorded mere fables sentences from his summary of Cicero's character and superstitions, with a slight admixture of truth.
will exemplify the author's style :The classic pen of Buchanan was guided by party He (Cicero) made a just distinction between bearFancour, undignified by research. Even Milton, ing what we cannot help, and approving what we ought when he set himself to compose a history of his to condemn; and submitted, therefore, yet never connative country, included the fables of Geoffrey of sented to those usurpations; and when he was forced Monmouth. The history of the Long Parliament to comply with them, did it always with a reluctance by May is a valuable fragment, and the works of that he expresses very keenly in his letters to his Clarendon and Burnet are interesting though pre- friends. But whenever that force was removed, and judiced pictures of the times. A taste for our na- he was at liberty to pursue his principles and act tional annals soon began to call for more extensive without control, as in his consulship, in his province, compilations; and in 1706 a .Complete History of and after Cæsar's death--the only periods of his life England' was published, containing a collection of in which he was truly master of himself—there we see various works previous to the time of Charles I., him shining out in his genuine character of an exceland a continuation by White Kennet, bishop of lent citizen, a great magistrate, a glorious patriot; Peterborough. M. Rapin, a French Protestant there we could see the man who could declare of him(1661-1725), who had come over to England with self with truth, in an appeal to Atticus, as to the best the Prince of Orange, and resided here several witness of his conscience, that he had always done the years, seems to have been interested in our affairs ; greatest services to his country when it was in his for, on retiring to the Hague, he there composed a power; or when it was not, had never barboured a voluminous history of England, in French, which thought of it but what was divine. If we must needs was speedily translated, and enjoyed great popu. compare him, therefore, with Cato, as some writers larity. The work of Rapin is still considered valu- affect to do, it is certain that if Cato’s virtue seem able, and it possesses a property which no English more splendid in theory, Cicero's will be found supeauthor has yet been able to confer on a similar nar- rior in practice; the one was romantic, the other was ration, that of impartiality ; but it wants literary natural; the one drawn from the refinements of the attractions. A more laborious, exact, and original schools, the other from nature and social life; the one historian, appeared in Thomas CARTE (1686-1754), always unsuccessful, often hurtful; the other always who meditated a complete domestic or civil history beneficial, often salutary to the republic. of England, for which he had made large collections,
To conclude: Cicero's death, though violent, cannot encouraged by public subscriptions. His work was be called untimely, but was the proper end of such a projected in 1743, and four years afterwards the life; which must also have been rendered less glorious first volume appeared. Unfortunately Carte made if it had owed its preservation to Antony. It was, allusion to a case, which he said had come under his therefore, not only what he expected, but, in the cir own observation, of a person who had been cured of cumstances to which he was reduced, what he seems the king's evil by the Pretender, then in exile in even to have wished. For he, who before had been timid France; and this Jacobite sally proved the ruin of in dangers, and desponding in distress, yet, from the his work. Subscribers withdrew their names, and time of Cæsar's death, roused by the desperate state the historian was left forlorn and abandoned amid of the republic, assumed the fortitude of a hero ; dishis extensive collections.' A second and third carded all fear; despised all danger; and when he volume, however, were published by the
indefati- could not free his country from a tyranny, provoked gable collector, and a fourth, which he left incom- the tyrants to take that life which he no longer cared plete, was published after his death. Carte was
to preserve. Thus, like a great actor on the stage, he author also of a Life of the Duke of Ormond, remark- reserved himself, as it were, for the last act ; and after able for the fulness of its information, but disfigured he had played his part with dignity, resolved to finish by his Jacobite predilections.
it with glory. The Roman History by Hooke also belongs to this or the character of Julius Cæsarperiod. It commences with the building of Rome, and is continued to the downfall of the common- Cæsar was endowed with every great and noble wealth. Hooke was patronised by Pope (to whom quality that could exalt human nature, and give a he dedicated his first volume), and he produced a
man the ascendant in society : formed to excel in useful work, which still maintains its place. The peace, as well as in war; provident in counsel ; fearfirst volume of this history was published in 1733, less in action; and executing what he had resolved but it was not completed till 1771.
with amazing celerity; generous beyond measure to his friends; placable to his enemies; and for parts, learning, eloquence, scarce inferior to any man.
orations were admired for two qualities which are In 1741 DR CONYERS MIDDLETON (1683-1750), seldom found together—strength and elegance. Cicero an English clergyman, and librarian of the public ranks him among the greatest orators that Rome ever library at Cambridge, produced his historical Life | bred ; and Quintilian says, that he spoke with the
DR CONYERS MIDDLETON.
same force with which he fought; and if he had de- knowledges.fell dead-born from the press. A
Human Nature,' he republished it in 1751 under the
title of an Inquiry Concerning the Principles of Morals. Relying on the valuable collections of Carte; ani- Next year he issued two volumes of Political Dis mated by a strong love of literary fame, which he courses, and, with a view to the promotion of his avowed to be his ruling passion; desirous also of studies, assumed gratuitously the office of librarian combating the popular prejudices in favour of Eliza- to the Faculty of Advocates. He now struck into the beth and against the Stuarts; and master of a style path of historical writing. In 1754 appeared the singularly fascinating, simple, and graceful, the cele- first volume of his History of Great Britain, containbrated DAVID HUME left his philosophical studies ing the reigns of James I. and Charles I. It was to embark in historical composition. This eminent assailed by the Whigs with unusual bitterness, and person was a native of Scotland, born of a good Hume was so disappointed, partly from the attacks family, being the second son of Joseph Home (the on him, and partly because of the slow sale of the historian first spelt the name Hume), laird of Nine- work, that he intended retiring to France, changing wells, near Dunse, in Berwickshire. David was his name, and never more returning to his native born in Edinburgh on the 26th of April 1711. After country. The breaking out of the war with France attending the university of Edipl., ngh, his friends prevented this step, but we suspect the complacency were anxious that he should comna... the study of of Hume and his love of Scotland would otherwise the law, but a love of literature rendered him averse have frustrated his intention. A second volume of to this profession. An attempt was then made to the history was published, with more success, in establish him in business, and he was placed in a 1757; a third and fourth in 1759 ; and the two last mercantile house in Bristol. This employment was in 1762. The work became highly popular; edition found equally uncongenial, and Hume removed to followed edition; and by universal consent Hume France, where he passed some years in literary re- was placed at the head of English historians. In tirement, living with the utmost frugality and care (1763 our author accompanied the Earl of Hertford on the small allowance made him by his family. He on his embassy to Paris, where he was received with returned in 1737 to publish his first philosophical marked distinction. In 1766 he returned to Scotwork, the Treatise on Human Nature, which he ac- land, but was induced next year to accept the situa