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a greater paradox than all) even that happiness or sovereign good, the end of this moral art, is itself too, in every instant, consummate and complete; is neither heightened nor diminished by the quantity of its duration, but is the same to its enjoyers, for a moment or a century:

Upon this I smiled. He asked me the reason. It is only to observe, said I, the course of our inquiries. A new hypothesis has been advanced: appearing somewhat strange, it is desired to be explained. You comply with the request, and in pursuit of the explanation, make it ten times more obscure and unintelligible, than before. It is but too often the fate, said he, of us commentators. But you know in such cases what is usually done. When the comment will not explain the text, we try whether the text will not explain itself. This method, it is possibře, may assist us here. The hypothesis, which we would liare illustrated, was no more ihan this: That the sovereign goud lay in rectitude of conduct; and that this good corresponded to all our pre-conceptions. Let us examine then, whether, upon trial, this correspondence will appear to hold; and, for all that we have advanced since, suffer it to pass, and not perplex us. Agreed, said I, willingly, for now I hope to comprehend you.

Recollect then, said be. Do you not remember that one pre-conception of the sovereign good, was to be accommodated to all times and places? I remember it. And is there any time, or any place, whence rectitude of conduct may be excluded? Is there not a right action in prosperity, a right action in adversity? May there not be a decent, generous, and laudable behaviour, not only in peace, in power, and in health; but in war, in oppression, in sickness, and in death? There may.

And what shall we say 10 those other pre-conceptions; to being durable, self-derived, and indeprivable? Can there be any good so durable, as the power of always doing right? Is there any good conceivable, so entirely beyond the power of others? Or, if you hesitare, and are doubtful, 'I would willingly be juformell

, into what circumstances may fortune throw a brave and honest man, where it shall not be in his power to act bravely and honestly: If there be no such, then rectitude of conduct,

if a good, is a good indeprivable. I confess, said I, it appears so.

But farther, said he: Another pre-conception of the sovereign good was, to be agreeable to nature. It was. And can any thing be more agreeable to a rational and social animal, tban rational and social conduct? Nothing. But rectitude of conduct is with us rational and social conduct. It is.

Once more, continued he: another pre-conception of this good was, to be conducive not to mere-being, but to well-being. Admitted. And can any thing, believe you, conduce so probably to the well-being of a rational, social animal, as the right exercise of that reason, and of those social affections ? Nothing. And what is this same exercise, but the highest rectitude of conduct? Certainly.

HARRIS.

CHAPTER III.

ON CRITICISM.

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-And how did Garrick speak the soliloquy last night? Oh, against all rule, my lord, most ungrammatically! betwixt the substantive and the adjective, which should agree together in number, case, and gender, he made a breach thus-stopping as if the point wanted settling ;-—and betwist the nominative case, which your lordship knows should govern the verb, he suspended his voice in the epilogue a dozen times, three seconds, and three-fifths, by a stop-watch, my lord, each time-Admirable

grammarian! -But in suspending his voice-was the sense suspended likewise? did no expression of attitude or countenance fill up the chasnı - Was the eye silent? Did

you narrowly look ?-I look'd only at the stop-watch, my lord. Ex: cellent observer !

And what of this new book the whole world makes sucha a rout about !--Oh! 'tis oyt of all plumb, my lord-quite an irregular thing! not one of the angles at the four

corners was a right angle.--I had may rule and compasses &c. my lord, in my pocket.- Excellent critic!

-And for the epic poem your lordship bid me look at; -upon taking the length, breadth, height, and depth of it, and trying them at home upon an exact scale of Bossu's

- tis out, my lord, in every one of its dimensions -- Ado mirable connoisseur!

- And did you step in, to take a look at the grand picture in your way back —"Tis a melancholy daub my lord: not one principle of the pyramid in any one group!

and what a price! -for there is nothing of the colouring of Titian-the expression of Robens - the grace of Raphael--the purity of Dominichino--the corregiescity of Corregio-the learning of Poussin-the air of Guido the taste of the Carrachi's or the grand contour of Angelo.

Grant me patience, just Heaven! Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world, though the cand of hypocrites may be the worst-the cant of criticism is the most tormenting!

I would go fifty miles on foot, to kiss the hand of that man, whose generous heart will give up the reins of his imagination into his author's hands--be pleased he knows not why, and cares not wherefore,

STERNE

CHAPTER IV.

ON NEGROES.

'Tis a

WHEN Tom, an' please your honour, got to the shop, there was nobody in it, but a poor negro girl, with a bunch of white feathers slightly tied to the end of a long cane, flapping away flies--not killing then. pretty picture! said my uncle Toby-she had suffered persecution, Trim, and had learnt mercy

-She was good, an' please your honour, from nature as well as from hardships, and there are circumstances in

the story of that poor friendless slut, that would melt a heart of stone, said Trim; and some dismal winter's evening, when your honour is in the humour, they shall be told you with the rest of Tom's story, for it makes a part of it

Then do not forget, Trim, said my uncle Toby.

A negro has a soul, an’ please your honour, said the corporal (doubtingly).

I am not much versed, corporal, quoth my uncle Toby, in things of that kind; but I suppose God would not leave him without one, any more than thee or me.

- It would be putting one sadly over ihe head of another, quoth the corporal.

It would so, said my uncle Toby. Why then, an' please your honour, is a black wench to be used worse than a white one? I can give no reason, said my uncle Toby

-Only, cried the corporal, shaking his head, because, she has no one to stand up for her.

-Tis that very thing, I'rim, quoth my uncle Toby, which recommends her to protection, and her brethren with her;—'tis the fortune of war which has put the whip into our hands now where it may be hereafter, heaven knows! but be it where it will, the brave, Trim, will not not use it unkindly.

God forbid, said the corporal, Amen, responded my uncle Toby, laying his hand upon his heart.

STERNE,

CHAPTER V.

RIVERS AND SIR HARRY.

Sır HAR. COLONEL, your most obedient; I am come upon the old business; for unless I am allowed to entertain hopes of Miss Rivers, I shall be the most miserable of all human beings.

Riv. Sir Harry, I have already told you by letter, and I now tell you personally, I cannot listen to your proposals.

Sir Haķ. No, Sir?

Riv. No, Sir; I have promised my daughter to Mr. Sidney; do you know that, Sir?

Str Har. I do; but what then? Engagements of this kind, you know

Riv. So then, you do koow I have promised her to Mr. Sidney?

Sir Har. I do; but I also know that matters are not finally settled between Mr. Sidney and you; and I moreover know, that his fortune is by no means equal to inine, therefore

Riv. Sir Harry, let me ask you one question before you 'make your consequence.

SIR HAR. A thousand, if you please, Sir.

Riv. Why then, Sir, let me ask you, what you have ever observed in me or my conduct, that you desire me so familiarly to break my word? I thought, Sir, you considered me as a man of honour.

Sir 'Har. And so I do, Sir, a man of the nicest honour.

Riv. And yet, Sir, you ask me to violate the sanctity of my word; and tell me directly, that it is my interest to be a rascal. Sir Har. I really don't understand you, Colonel;

I thought when I was taiking to you, I was talking to a man who knew the world; and as you have not yet signed

Riv. Why, this is mending matters with a witness! And think because I am not legally bound, I am under no necessity of keeping my word! Sir Harry, laws were never made for men of honour: they want no hond but the rectitude of their own sentiments, and laws are of no use but to bind the villains of society.

Sir Har. Well! but my dear colonel, if you have no regard for me, show some little regard for your daughter.

Riv. I show the greatest regard for my dauyhter, by giving her to a man of honour: and I must not be insulted with any farther repetition of your proposals, '

Sir Har. Insult you, Colonel! Is the offer of my alliance an insult? Is my readiness to make what settlements you

Rıv. Sir Harry, I should consider the offer of a kingdom

so you

think proper

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