284 Original Letter of Paul Jones. "Had the Earl been on board the Ranger, the following evening, he would have feen the awful pomp and dreadful carnage of a fea engagement; both affording ample fubjects for the pencil, as well as melancholy reflection for the contemplative mind.-Humanity starts back at fuch fcenes of horror, and cannot but execrate the vile promoters of this detefted war. For they, 'twas they unfheath'd the ruthless blade, And heav'n fhall afk the havock it has made. gallant commander of the Drake fell, and "Though I have drawn my fword in my life also, with cheerfulness-if that forfeiture would reftore peace and good. will among mankind. cannot, in that refpect, but be congenial "As the feelings of your gentle heart with mine, let me intreat you, Madam, husband, to endeavour to stop this cruel to use your self-perfuafive arts with your and destructive war, in which Britain never can fucceed. Heaven can never countenance the barbarous and unmanly practices of the Britons in America, if not difcontinued, will foon be retaliwhich favages would blush at, and which, ated in Britain, by a justly enraged people. Should you fail in this (for I am perfuaded you will attempt it, and who can refift the power of fuch an advocate?) your endeavours to effect a general exchange of prifoners will be an act of humanity, which will afford you golden feelings on a death-bed. clofed; but, fhould it continue, I wage "I hope this cruel contest will foon be no war with the fair! I acknowledge their power, and bend before it with profound fubmiffion! Let not, therefore, the amiable Countess of Selkirk regard me as an enemy: I am ambitious of her esteem and friendship, and would do any thing confiftent with my duty, to merit it. "The honour of a line from your hand, in answer to this, will lay me under a very fingular obligation. And, if I France, or elsewhere, I hope you fee into can render you any acceptable fervice in without the leaft grain of referve. Į my character fo far as to command me with to know exactly the behaviour of my people, as I am determined to punish them, if they have exceeded their liberty. esteem, and with profound respect, Madam, your most obedient, and moft hum "I have the honour to be, with much ble fervant, (Signed) Note, It is a well known fact, that at the fale, he purchafed the plate, and returned FROM [ 285 ] FROM MY PORT-FOLIO. No. VIII. WILLIAM WHISTON. (Communicated.) MR. Whifton was a man distinguished for great fincerity, and great freedom of fpeech. He had fome acquaintance with bifhopSherlock, and occafionally went to dine with him. But the bishop made a fpeech in the House of Lords, which was understood to be an apology for the employment of bribery and corruption on the part of government; and then Whifton vifited him no more. They afterwards met accidentally, at the houfe of Sir Jofeph Jekyll, mafter of the rolls, when the bishop atked Whifton, what the reafon was that he did not come fometimes to dine with him as ufual? “No, my lord," said Whiston, “never fince your political fpeech in the Houfe of Lords." The bishop replied, that Mr. Whilton knew that he took his reproofs patiently, and he was defirous that he fhould come to him as formerly. "No, my lord," faid Whitton," political bishops are the ruin of all religion:" and he immediately went away in apparent indignation. When Dr. Leng was made a bishop, the first time that Mr. Whifton faw him, after he was raifed to the bench, he faid to him, "I wonder, my lord, how fo learned and fo good a man as you are, came to be made a bishop." Of Dr. Gibson, bishop of London, Whilton faid, "that bifhop feemed to think, that the church of England, as it just then happened to be, established by modern laws and canons, came down from heaven, with the Athanafian creed in its hand." The then bishop of Durham, in a converfation with Whifton, expressed a doubt to him, whether the Linus, who mentioned in St. Paul's epiftle to Timothy, could poffibly be the bishop of Rome, as he was fuppofed to be, when he was only fpoken of as of the brethren." Whifton replied, "bishops, my lord, were not then right reverend fathers in God " "" one Speaking of Dr. Wilson, bishop of Man, Whifton faid, "He has always appeared to me one of the beft bishops of our modern ages; and fo much the better, as he is clear of the fnares and temptations of a lord of parliament.”, I ufe the edition of 1789, 3 vols. 8vo. In vol. iii. p. 232, et feq. he gives what may be called facts and reasons, to prove that corruption and aristocratic influence alone diminish factions, and prevent anarchy, even in fo poor a country as that of the Grifons, and in a republic fearcely known among the nations of Europe. The reader is deeply impreffed with this truth, till he comes to far on asp.278, where the mystery is folved, tefte invito. "At prefent, the Houfe of Auftria directs all the affairs of the Grifons with the most unbounded authority. That power has acquired this fway, by regulary difcharging the public penfions, by holding the leading members of the diet in its pay, by being a guarantee of the Valteline, and mediator in all the difputes between the Grifons and their fubjects," Where is now Mr. CoxE's candour? He might as well argue, that, because our Edward IV. Henry VIII. Charles II. were penfioned by France, no monarchy can exit without foreign penfions. Is it not rather a piece of jefuitical art, to place this main intelligence at fo great a distance from its proper place, and real Point of view? In fact, it is not prejudice, but repeated obfervation, which leads me to fay, that, in the writings of all ecclefiaftics (with very few exceptions), one meets with fpecimens of jefuitifm. They are fo accustomed to deceive, that they practice art in fpite of themselves, as it were, and even in trifles and indifferent objecs. 66 when, in reality, the real merit of its invention is contained in a few of its carlift chapters; while the remaining parts of thele works have been formed with great facility, and without any extraordinary efforts of genius. fhall exemplify this obfervation by the two celebrated works of Fielding and Swift. The former, in his "Life of Jonathan Wild the Great," offers a very curious fpecimen of the force of irony. He calls villainy, "great nels," a prig, or thief, "a hero;" narratives of iwindlers, "matters of the great kind;" honest ingenuous perfons, filly people," and when they truft to fharpers, he fays, " they are little wretches, who deal with great men." Heartfree is therefore full of low and bafe ideas ;" his faithful apprentice is a low and pitiful fool,' &c. It is evident, that the only merit to which this invention of reverfing terms and ideas can pretend, confifts in the first thoughts-having once exhibited them, all the reft is merely a repetition of the fame notions ; and although the whole may appear, to a fuperficial reader, as originality, a critic of talte will furely acknowledge, that it is not what it appears, and that it becomes, at length, if we may fo exprefs ourfelves, invention without invention. Fielding having once difplayed the manner, any common writer could have followed it without any exertion; and what a common writer can perform, is evidently not a work of genius. The fame obfervation will extend to « Gulliver's Travels," When Swift had once refolved to defcribe a very diminutive, and a very gigantic race; men as horfes, and horfes as men; the idea, whatever be its value, after it has been fully difplayed, becomes, like the irony of Fielding, nothing but a continuation; a kind of plagiarim on the author himfelt. The real merit of fuch inventions is foon terminated; yet an author, by purfuing them, will feena, to moit of his readers, as abounding in the moft fertile imagination; while he, in fact, is only repeating one idea, with, very frequently, neither novelty nor variation. The Yahoos and Houyhnhmns have, in my opinion, no invention at all, unless to call a horse a man fhews any invention. This obfervation will not extend to the other merits of thefe admired performances; for others they have, of a much more durable kind than the extravagance of their merely reverfing our ufual notions. LITERARY FECUNDITY. E have had some curious inftant. ces of literary fecundity. Lope de Vega, whofe entire days feem to have been devoted to compofition, without many hours given to reading; or what is equally neceffary, to the correction of his own productions, did not rival the indefatigable powers of father Macedo, a Portuguese Jefuit, not without celebrity in his day. The Portuguese biographer counts 109 different works of this author; and, indeed, one cannot refrain from a file at the good old man himself, who, in one of his later works, beafts of having delivered in public, 53 PANEGYRICS; 60 LATIN ESSAYS, and 32 FUNERAL EULOGIUMS: and that he had compofed 48 EPIC POEMS; 123 ELE GIES; 115 EPITAPHS; 212 DEDICATIONS; 700 FAMILIAR LETTERS; 2600 HEROIC POEMS; 110 ODES ; 3000 EPIGRAMS; 4 LATIN PLAYS, and that he had (being gifted with the talent of an improvifhtore) delivered more than 150,000 VERSES. extempore ! It is fufficiently obvious, that Father Macedo was the prince of impertinent writers; and that he was one of those, whofe unhappy induftry produces a moft barren fertility. What is, however, not lefs fingular in our Jefuit, was, that having written a treatife against Cardinal Norris, on the fubject of the monkery of St. Auftin, it was thought neceflary to decree filence to both parties. Macedo, compelled to relinquish the pen, refolved to fhew the world that he did not confider himself as vanquifhed, and fent his adverfary a challenge! He proceeded according to the regulations of chivalry; and appointed a place of rendezvous in the wood of Boulogne. Another edict, to forbid the duel. Macedo complained that it was hard, not to fuffer him, for the fake of St. Auftin, for whom he had a peculiar eftecm, to fpill neither his ink, nor his blood! One may judge of his tafte by his "Origin of the Inquifition." That humane and divine tribunal he difcovers to have been in the terreftrial paradife. He pretends to prove, that God was the first who began the functions of an INQUISI TOR, and that he exercifed his power over Cain, and the workmen of Babel. Macedo obtained a profeffor's chair at Padua, for having given, during eight days, at Venice, fome famous arguments against the Pope, which were published by the title of The Literary Roarings of the Lion at St. Mark:" alluding to the lion whofe mouth is now clofed. ORIGINAL POETRY. When Gothic night o'erwhelm'd the chearful day, And fculpture, painting, all neglected lay, Our fofter fex embofs'd the 'broider'd vest,` Rent was the aged tap'try from the wall; To monftrous fhapes, and hydra forms uncouth, eye. No time can heal. Oh! I've for ever loft Struck, and fubdu'd his prey, her tender frame, Refiftance weak could make, and down the funk Infenfible-a victim to his pow'r. Her pallid checks had loft that glow of health They late and long had worn-clos'd were thofe eyes That us'd fo fweet to fmile; ftill was that voice Which oft melodious charm'd the lift'ning ears But it will charm no more, nor will her fmiles Relieve that heart that lov'd with fond excets. How much from this fad lofs I have endur'd, Ye only who have lov'd like me, can fay. Could fighs, or tears, or pray'rs, have ought avail'd, She furely had not dy'd-for never did Been breath'd--but God, who life beftow'd, faw fit Her state to change, and took her to himself. In her, religion wore its fairest form, PP And Retir'd, in converse sweet our days we past! My conftant care, and mark'd attentions All from the heart bestow'd, to smooth her path, To guard her steps, and make her pleas'd with life. No pleafing cares do now my mind employ; In mournful mufing creep the heavy hours: Scenes of past pleasure, ne'er to be renew'd, By mem'ry's aid in quick fucceffion rife, Whilft all the future wears an aspect dark. Perhaps the knows how dear her mem'ry is, How in my heart fhe holds her wonted place: May heav'n in mercy grant, that when from earth I'm call'd, we may united be, and know Thofe promis'd joys which God referves for thofe Who truft his word, and ftrive to do his will. SONNET. S. T. To the EARL of BREADALBANE. The mould'ring relics of our Johnson lie! eye, Which ftill the penfive trav'ller may efpy, Where limpid Tay meand'ring murmurs by, And woods and rocks t' adorn his tomb combine. The scene, congenial to his claffic tafte, His fhade, appeas'd, fhall often hover round, And as the moonbeam glides along the Review the landscape which his pencil trac'd near, Receive the foothing tributary tear. SONNET On the Death of Robert Johnfon, Painter and The faithful femblance of relations dear, tears By Jobafon fnatch'd from death's oblivious night; For him who fixt, in glowing colours bright, Those smiles that wont the paffing hours to cheer, And The form ador'd to blefs your longing fight; gave, unchanging ftill from year to year, O heave the grateful fympathetic figh: But fighs recal not back the filent dead! O, then, reflect his virtues to her view, ELEGY On the death of a Young Lady, who died in a HUSH'D in the filent grave, thy forrows No more in fecret anguish to repine! To fee the wreck of fuch a mind as thine. To lengthen the fad period of thy woes! Arifes bright-to be o'ercast no more. Thy peerless form, with ev'ry beauty bleft, Shall flow, with many a fympathetic figh; A SONNET, Addreffed to Mifs Eliza Coltman, on receiving from her a prefent of Mrs. Rowe's Devout Exercifes of the Heart, &c. SACRED to virtue be the gifts of fong, The dregs of Circe's cup, nor dare to wrong Meek-ey'd religion !-but may the mufe, Or your's, Eliza! when with fervent zeal You fing of transports angels only feel; And foaring, reach the bright ætherial road, Where hymning Seraphs warm devotion ?. shew |