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The good and great inspiring epic rage,
The wisest heads and noblest hearts.

Not such as Europe breeds in her decay,
Such as she bred when fresh and young.

When heavenly flame did animate her clay,
By future poets shall be sung.

Westward the course of empire takes its way:

The four first acts already past,
A fifth shall close the drama with the dav

Time's noblest offspring is tho lasV

In September, 1728, he sailed from England for Rhode Island, as the most mvorable point from which to sail for the Bermudas. He took up his residence at Newport, where for nearly two years he devoted himself indefarigably to his pastoral labors.1 The government, however, disappointed him; the money promised was never paid; and he was compelled to abandon his project and return home. In 1732, he published his "Alciphron,*' or « Minuto Philosopher," a series of dialogues on the model of Plato, between two atheists and two Christians; and in 1734 he was promoted to the vacant bishopric of Cloyne, the duties of which he discharged with great zeal and faithfulness to the end of life, the most tempting offers of more lucrative situations having no influence at all upon him.

His sedentary life at Cloyne having brought disease upon him, and having received much relief in the use of tar-water, he published, in 1744, his ** Siris, a Chain of Philosophical Reflections and Inquiries concerning the Virtues of Tar-water," a work singularly curious for the multifarious erudition that it embraces, and for the art with which the author has contrived to introduce into it the most profound philosophical and religious speculations. His last work was "Further Thoughts on Tar-water," published in 1752. Desirous to remove to Oxford to educate his son, he offered to resign his bishopric, worth £1400 a year, so averse was he to the idea of non-residence. But the king would not listen to such a proposition, and said that Berkeley should u die a bishop in spite of himself," but that he might choose his place of residence. Accordingly, after directing that £200 a year should be distributed to the poor of his diocese, he removed to Oxford in July, 1752. He enjoyed his retirement but for a short time, for on Sunday evening, January 14, 1753, while Mrs. Berkeley was reading to him the 15th chapter of the First Corinthians, he expired. On this sublime chapter he was commenting with his usual energy and ability, when he was in an instant deprived of existence by a paralytic affection of the heart

It may be said of Berkeley, without exaggeration, that, in point of virtue and benevolence, no one of the sons of men has exceeded him. Whether we consider his public or his private life, we pause in admiration of efforts uncommonly exalted, disinterested, and pure. He was alike an object of enthusiastic love and admiration to extensive societies, and to familiar friends; and in the relations of domestic life his manners were uniformly mild, sweet, and engaging, and in a pre-eminent degree calculated to ensure the most durable and affectionate attachment. Such, indeed, were the energy and impressive beauty of his character, that it was impossible to be many hours in 'lis company without acknowledging its fascination and superiority. In short,

l Some memorials of his liberality still eilst In that indent town.

after the most rigorous survey of the motives and actions of the Bishop of Cloyne, we are tempted to assign, in the language of Mr. Pope, and with no suspicion of hyperbolical praise,

To Berkeley every virtue under hcaven.l

NATIONAL LUXURY TUB DIRECT ROAD TO NATIONAL RUIN.

Industry is the natural sure way to wealth; this is so true, that it is impossible an industrious free people should want the necessaries and comforts of life, or an idle, enjoy them under any form of government. Money is so far useful to the public as it promoteth industry; and credit, having the same effect, is of the same value with money; but money or credit circulating through a nation from hand to hand without producing labor and industry in the inhabitants, is direct gaming.

It is not impossible for cunning men to make such plausible schemes as may draw those who are less skilful into their own and the public ruin. But surely there is no man of sense and honesty, but must see and own, whether he understands the game or not, that it is an evident folly for any people, instead of prosecuting the old honest methods of industry and frugality, to sit down to a public gaming-table, and play off their money one to another.

The more methods there are in a state for acquiring riches without industry or merit, the less there will be of either in that state; this is as evident as the ruin that attends it. Besides, when money is shifted from hand to hand in such a blind fortuitous manner, that some men shall from nothing in an instant acquire vast estates, without the least desert; while others are as suddenly stript of plentiful fortunes, and left on the parish by their own avarice and credulity, what can be hoped for, on the one hand, but abandoned luxury and wantonness, or on the other, but extreme madness and despair?

In short, all projects for growing rich by sudden and extraordinary methods, as they operate violently on the passions of men, and encourage them to despise the slow moderate gains that are to be made by an honest industry, must be ruinous to the public, and even the winners themselves will at length be involved in the public ruin.

Frugality of manners is the nourishment and strength of bodies politic. It is that by which they grow and subsist, until they are corrupted by luxury,—the natural cause of their decay and ruin. Of this we have examples in the Persians, Lacedaemonians, and Romans: not to mention many later governments which have sprung up, continued a while, and then perished by the same natural causes. But these are, it seems, of no use to us; and, in

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epite of them, we are in a fair way of becoming ourselves another useless example to future ages.

Simplicity of manners may be more easily preserved in a republic than a monarchy; but if once lost, may be sooner recovered in a monarchy, the example of a court being of gTeat efficacy, either to reform or to corrupt a people; that alone were sufficient to discountenance the wearing of gold or silver, either in clothes or equipage, and if the same were prohibited by law, the saving so much bullion would be the smallest benefit of such an institution; there being nothing more apt to debase the virtue and good sense of our gentry of both sexes than the trifling vanity of apparel, which we have learned from France, and which hath had such visible ill consequences on the genius of that people. Wiser nations have made it their care to shut out this folly by severe laws and penalties, and its spreading among us can forebode no good, if there be any truth in the observation of one of the ancients, that the direct way to ruin a man is to dress him up in fine clothes.1

It cannot be denied that luxury of dress giveth a light behavior to our women, which may pass for a small offence, because it is a common one, but is in truth the source of great corruptions. For this very offence the prophet Isaiah denounced a severe judgment against the ladies of his time.' The scab, the stench, and the burning are terrible pestilential symptoms, and our ladies would do well to consider, they may chance to resemble those of Zion, in their punishment as well as their offence.

But we are doomed to be undone. Neither the plain reason of the thing, nor the experience of past ages, nor the examples we have before our eyes, can restrain us from imitating, not to say surpassing, the most corrupt and ruined people in those very points of luxury that ruined them. Our gaming, our operas, our masquerades, are, in spite of our debts and poverty, become the wonder of our neighbors. If there be any man so void of all thought and common sense, as not to see where this must end, let him but compare what Venice was at the league of Cambrav, with what it is at present, and he will be convinced how truly those fashionable pastimes are calculated to depress and ruin a nation.

It is not to be believed, what influence public diversions have on the spirit and manners of a people. The Greeks wisely saw this, and made a very serious affair of their public sports. For the same reason, it will, perhaps, seem worthy the care of our legislature to regulate the public diversions, by an absolute prohibition of those which have a direct tendency to corrupt our liberals,

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as well as by a reformation of the drama; which, when rightly managed, is such a noble entertainment, and gave those fine lessons of morality and good sense to the Athenians of old, and to our British gentry above a century ago; but for these last ninety years, hath entertained us, for the most part, with such wretched things as spoil, instead of improving the taste and manners of the audience. Those who are attentive to such propositions only as may fill their pockets, will probably slight these things as trifles below the care of the legislature. But I am sure, all honest, thinking men must lament to see their country run headlong into all those luxurious follies, which, it is evident, have been fatal to other nations, and will undoubtedly prove fatal to us also, if a timely stop be not put to them.

ELIZABETH TOLLET. 1694—1754.

Elizabeth Tollkt was the daughter of George Tollett, Esq., commissioner of the navy, in the reigns of King William and Queen Anne. In a short proface to a volume of her poems printed in 1755, she is mentioned as a woman of great virtue and excellent education. "Her poetry does not rise abovo mediocrity, and «he shows most of the spirit and soilness of her Bex if die Winter Song."1

ON A DEATH'S-HEAD.

On this resemblance, where we find
A portrait drawn from all mankind,
Fond lover 1 gaze a while, to see
What Beauty's idol charms shall be.
Where are the balls that once could dart
Quick lightning through the wounded heart 1
The skin, whose tint could once unite
The glowing red and polish'd white?
The lip in brighter ruby drest?
The cheek with dimpled smiles imprest?
The rising front, where beauty sate
Throned in her residence of state;
Which, half-disclosed and half-conceal'd,
The hair in flowing ringlets veil'd?
Tis vanish'd all 1 remains alono
This eyeless scalp of naked bone:
The vacant orbits sunk within:
The jaw that offers at a grin.
Is this the object then that claims
The tribute of our youthful flames *
Must amorous hopes and fancied bliss,
Too dear delusions I end in this?

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How high does Melancholy swell!
Which sighs can more than language tell:
Till Love can only grieve or fear,
Reflect a while, then drop a tear
For all that's beautiful or dear.

WINTER SONG.

Ask me no more, my truth to prove,

What I would suffer for my love

With thee I would in exile go,

To regions of eternal snow:

O'er floods by solid ice confined;

Through forest bare with Northern wind:

While all around my eyes I cast,

Where all is wild, and all is waste.

If there the timorous stag you chase,

Or rouse to fight a fiercer race,

Undaunted I thy arms would bear,

And give thy hand the hunter's spear,

When the low sun withdraws his light,

And menaces a half year's night,

The conscious moon, and stars above,

Shall guide me with my wandering love.

Beneath the mountain's hollow brow,

Or in its rocky cells below,

Thy rural feast I would provide;

Nor envy palaces their pride;

The softest moss should dress thy bed.

With savage spoils about thee spread:

While faithful Love the watch should keep,

To banish danger from thy sleep.

WILLIAM COLLINS. 1720—1756.

William Colhits, one of the very finest of English lyric poets, was bom at Chichester, in the year 1720, and was educated at Oxford. In 1744 he repaired to London as a literary adventurer. He won the cordial regard of Johnson, then a needy laborer in the same vocation, who, in his "Lives of the Poets," has spoken of him with tenderness. He tells us that " his appearance was decent and manly, his knowledge considerable, his views extensive, his conversation elegant, and his disposition cheerful. He designed many works, but his great fault was irresolution; or the frequent calls of immediate necessity broke his scheme, and suffered him to pursue no settled purpose."

His odes were published on his own account in 1746; but being disappointed at the slowness of the sale, he is said to have burnt the copies that remained with his own hand. He was shortly relieved from his embarrassments, by a legacy from an uncle of JE2000: but worse evils than poverty soon

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