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As this word arises very often in conversation, I shall endeavour to give some account of it, and to lay down rules how we may know whether we are possessed of it, and how we may acquire that fine taste of writing which is so much talked of among the polite world.

Most languages make use of this metaphor, to express that faculty of the mind which distinguishes all the most concealed faults and nicest perfections in writing. We may be sure this metaphor would not have been so general in all tongues, had there not been a very great conformity between that mental taste, which is the subject of this paper,

and that sensitive taste, which gives us a relish of every different flavour that affects the palate. Accordingly we find there are as many degrees of refinement in the intellectual faculty as in the sense which is marked out by this common denomination.

I knew a person who possessed the one in so great a perfection, that, after having tasted ten different kinds of tea, he would distinguish, without seeing the colour of it, the particular sort which was offered him; and not only so, but any two sorts of them that were mixed together in an equal proportion; nay,

he has carried the experiment so far, as, upon tasting the composition of three different sorts, to name the parcels from whence the three several ingredients were taken. A man of a fine taste in writing will discern, after the same manner, not only the general beauties and imperfections of an author, but discover the several ways of thinking and expressing himself, which diversify him from all other authors, with the several foreign infusions of thought and language, and the particular authors from whom they were borrowed.

After having thus far explained what is generally meant by a fine taste in writing, and shewn the propriety of the metaphor which is used on this occasion, I think I may define it to be that faculty of the soul, which discerns the beauties of an author with pleasure, and the imperfections with dislike. If a man would know whether he is possessed of this faculty, I would have him read over the celebrated works of antiquity, which have stood the test of so many

different ages and countries, or those works among the moderns which have the sanction of the politer part of our contemporaries. If, upon the perusal of such writings, he does not find himself delighted in an extraordinary manner, or if, upon reading the admired passages in such authors, he finds a coldness and indifference in his thoughts, he ought to conclude, not (as is too usual among tasteless readers) that the author wants those perfections which have been admired in him, but that he himself wants the faculty of discovering them.

He should, in the second place, be very careful to observe, whether he tastes the distinguishing perfections, or, if I may be allowed to call them so, the specific qualities of the author whom he peruses; whether he is particularly pleased with Livy for his manner of telling a story, with Sallust for his entering into those internal principles of action which arise from the characters and manners of the persons he describes, or with Tacitus for displaying those outward motives of safety and interest which gave birth to the whole series of transactions which he relates.

He may likewise consider, how differently he is affected by the same thought which presents itself in a great writer, from what he is when he finds it delivered by a person of an ordinary genius; for there is as much difference in apprehending a thought clothed in Cicero's language, and that of a common author, as in seeing an object by the light of a taper, or by the light of the sun.

It is very difficult to lay down rules for the acquirement of such a taste as that I am here speaking of. The faculty must in some degree be born with us; and it very often happens, that those who have other qualities in perfection are wholly void of this. One of the most eminent mathematicians of the

age has assured me, that the greatest pleasure he took in reading Virgil was in examining Æneas's voyage by the map; as I question not but many a modern compiler of history would be delighted with little more in that divine author than the bare matters of fact.

But, notwithstanding this faculty must in some neasure be born with us, there are several methods or cultivating and improving it, and without which t will be very uncertain, and of little use to the peron that possesses it. The most natural method for his

purpose is to be conversant among the writings of the most polite authors. A man who has any elish for fine writing, either discovers new beauties, or receives stronger impressions, from the masterly strokes of a great author, every time he peruses him ; besides that he naturally wears himself into the same nanner of speaking and thinking.

Conversation with men of a polite genius is another method for improving our natural taste. It is mpossible for a man of the greatest parts to consider any thing in its whole extent, and in all its variety of lights. Every man, besides those general observations which are to be made upon an author, orms several reflections that are peculiar to his own nanner of thinking; so that conversation will natually furnish us with hints which we did not attend 0, and make us enjoy other men's parts and reflecions as well as our own. This is the best reason I :an give for the observation which several have nade, that men of great genius in the same way vriting seldom rise up singly, but at certain periods


of time appear together, and in a body; as they did at Rome in the reign of Augustus, and in Greece about the age of Socrates. I cannot think that Corneille, Racine, Moliere, Boileau, La Fontaine, Bruyere, Bossu, or the Daciers, would have written so well as they have done, had they not been friends and contemporaries.

It is likewise necessary for a man who would forn to himself a finished taste of good writing, to be wel versed in the works of the best critics, both ancien and modern. I must confess that I could wish there were authors of this kind, who, besides the mecha nical rules, which a man of very little taste may dix course upon, would enter into the very spirit and soul of fine writing, and shew us the several source of that pleasure which rises in the mind upon th perusal of a noble work. Thus, although in poetr it be absolutely necessary that the unities of time place, and action, with other points of the same na ture, should be thoroughly explained and understood there is still something more essential to the art something that elevates and astonishes the fancy and gives a greatness of mind to the reader, whicl few of the critics besides Longinus have considered

Our general taste in England is for epigram, turn of wit, and forced conceits, which have no manne of influence either for the bettering or enlarging th mind of him who reads them, and have been care fully avoided by the greatest writers, both among th ancients and moderns. I have endeavoured, in se veral of my speculations, to banish this Gothic tast which has taken possession among us. I entertaine the town for a week together with an essay upo: wit, in which I endeavoured to detect several of thos false kinds which have been admired in the differen ages of the world, and at the same time to'sher wherein the nature of true wit consists. I afterwar

gave an instance of the great force which lies in a natural simplicity of thought to affect the mind of the reader, from such vulgar pieces as have little else besides this single qualification to recommend them. I have likewise examined the works of the greatest poet which our nation, or perhaps any other, has produced, and particularized most of those rational and manly beauties which give a value to that divine work. I shall next Saturday enter upon an essay on The Pleasures of the Imagination,' which, though it shall consider that subject at large, will perhaps suggest to the reader what it is that gives a beauty to many passages of the finest writers both in prose and verse.

As an undertaking of this nature is entirely new, I question not but it will be received with candour.-O.

No 410. FRIDAY, JUNE 20, 1712.

-Dum foris sunt, nihil videtur mundius,
Nec magis compositum quidquam, nec magis elegans :
Quæ, cum amatore suo cùm cænant, liguriunt.
Harum videre ingluviem, sordes, inopiam :
Quàm inhonestæ solæ sint domi, atque avidæ cibi :
Quo pacto ex jure hesterno panem atrum vorent:
Nosse omnia hæc, salus est adolescentulis.

Ter. Eup. act v. sc. 4. When they are abroad, nothing so clean and nicely dressed; and

when at supper with a gallant, they do but piddle, and pick the choicest bits : but to see their nastiness and poverty at home, their gluttony, and how they devour black crusts dipped in

yesterday's broth, is a perfect antidote against wenching. WILL HONEYCOMB, who disguises his present decay by visiting the wenches of the town only by way of humour, told us, that the last rainy night, he with Sir Roger de Coverley, was driven into the Temple

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