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some secret and irresistible power through the glowing system of creation, and passed innumerable worlds in a moment. As I approached the verge of nature, I perceived the shadows of total and boundless vacuity deepen before me, a dreadful region of eternal silence, solitude, and darkness ! Unutterable horror seized me at the prospect, and this exclamation • burst froin me with all the vehemence of desire: Oh! that I had been doomed for ever to the common receptacle of impenitence and guilt! their society would have alleviated the torment of despair, and the rage of fire could not have excluded the comfort of light. Or if I had been condemned to reside in a comet, that would return but once in a thousand years to the regions of light and life; the hope of these periods, however distant, would cheer me in the dread interval of cold and darkness, and the vicissitudes would divide eternity into time. While this thought passed over my mind, I lost sight of the remotest star, and the last glimmering of light was quenched in utter darkness. The agonies of despair every moment increased, as every moment augmented my distance from the last habitable world. I reflected with intolerable anguish, that when ten thousand thousand years had carried me beyond the reach of all but that Power who fills infinitude, I should still look forward into an immense abyss of darkness, through which I should still drive without succor and without society, farther and farther still, for ever and for ever. I then stretched out my hand towards the regions of existence, with an emotion that awaked me. Thus have I been taught to estimate society, like every other blessing, by its loss. My heart is warmed to liberality; and I am zealous to communicate the happiness which I feel, to those from whom it is derived; for the society of one wretch, whom in the pride of prosperity I would have spurned from my door, would, in the dreadful solitude to which I was condemned, have been more highly prized than the gold of Afric, or the gems of Golconda.”

At this reflection upon his dream, Carazan became suddenly silent, and looked upward in ecstasy of gratitude and devotion. The multitude were struck at once with the precept and exam ple; and the caliph, to whom the event was related, that he might be liberal beyond the power of gold, commanded it to be recorded for the benefit of posterity.

Adventurer, No. 132.

A LESSON FROM THE FLIGHT OF TIME.

The hour is hastening, in which, whatever praise or censure I have acquired by these compositions, if they are remembered at all, will be remembered with equal indifference, and the tenor of

1 The concluding paragraph of the last number of th: Adventurer.

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de extravagant, and occasionally insubordinate ; though we ought in justice
to say that a most injudicious and passionate tutor, a Mr. Wilder, should be
held partly responsible for the unsatisfactory nature of Goldsmith's college

them only will afford me comfort. Time, who is impatient to date my last paper, will shortly moulder the hand that is now writing it in the dust, and still the breast that now throbs at the reflection: but let not this be read as something that relates only to another; for a few years only can divide the eye that is now reading from the hand that has written. This awful truth, however obvious, and however reiterated, is yet frequently forgotten; for, surely, if we did not lose our remembrance, or at least our sensibility, that view would always predominate in our lives, which alone can afford us comfort when we die.

The following little poem, composed but a month before his death, and dictated to Mrs. Hawkesworth before he rose in the morning, will prove how vividly he felt, at that period, the consolations arising from dependence on the mercy of his God.

About the time of his leaving the university his father died,' but his uncle,
the Rev. Thomas Contarine, who had already borne the principal part of the
expenses of his education, amply supplied the father's place. Disappointed
in one or two plans that he had marked out for him, he determined to send
bir to London, to study the law, at the Temple. But stopping at Dublin on
his way, he lost, in gambling, the sum that had been given him for the ex
penses of his journey, and returned home penniless, The kindness of his
we was not yet exhausted, and he sent him 10 Edinburgh to study meli
tine, where he arrived at the close of the year 1752. Here he reinained
about eighteen months, when, in consequence of becoming security to a con
siderable amount for a classmate, he was obliged to quit the city abruptly, and
wild for Leyden. Here he studied about a year, and then set out to make
is tour of Europe on foot; having with him, it is said, only one clean shirt.
Had to money, and trusting to his wits for support. By various expeclients
he worked his way through Flanders, parts of France and Germany, Switzer.
2nd, where he composed part of « The Traveller,'') and the North of Italy,
and returned to London in the autumn of 1756, with an empty pocket, in-
deel, but with a mind enriched by observations of foreign countries, which
be has so admirably expressed in that charming poem-
After trying various means of a professional character for support, le rem

The Traveller."
od to depend upon his pen; and in April, 1757, made an engagement
Wüa Mr. Grifiths, the proprietor of the Monthly Review, to write lip that
poral, for a salary, and his board and lodging in the proprietor's house. At

HYMN.
In Sleep's serene oblivion laid,

I safely passed the silent night;
At once I see the breaking shade,

And drink again the morning light.
New-born I bless the waking hour,

Once more, with awe, rejoice to be ;
My conscious soul resumes her power,

And springs, my gracious God, to thee
O, guide me through the various maze

My doubtful feet are doom'd to tread;
And spread Thy shield's protecting blaze,

When dangers press around my head.
A deeper shade will soon impend,

A deeper sleep my eyes oppress;
Yet still thy strength shall me defend,

Thy goodness still shall deign to bless.
That deeper shade shall fade away,

That deeper sleep shall leave my eyes;
Thy light shall give eternal day!

Thy love the rapture of the skies!

he end of seven or eight months, this engagement was given up by mutual
cvent, and Goldsmith went into private lodgings, to finish his "Inquiry into
live Present State of Polite Learning in Europe," wlich was publishel in
1759. His next publication was The Bee,' a series of Essays on a variety
de subjects, published weekly, which, for want of support, terminated with thie

curnber, November 24, 1759. Though neglected at their first appear.
, pet, when known, some time after, to be from the same pen as - The
Trataller, and the Vicar of Wakefield, they were very generally trail
and almiread. Such is the world; withiolding from unknown and unhonored
Betina that praise which it lavishes when needled not.

14Totala mers amable father, the son, by his power in the delineation of character, has kiven tiebrity in three of his sketches; one in the Citizen of the World (Letter 27th); a second and Dr Fare, in the Vicar of Wakefield and a third, as the family always stated, in reference to him

to caracter, in the Preacher in the Deserted Village. Each lan peculiarities that distinguish Etron the other, jest touched to skufully, that with some variation, they cannot be said to offra

OLIVER GOLDSMITH. 1728-1774. Tuis distinguished poet, novelist, historian, and essayist, was born at Pallas, in the county of Longford, Ireland, on November 10, 1728. His father was a clergyman, and held the living of Kilkenny West, in the county of Westrneath. After studying the classics at two or three private schools, he en. fered Trinity College, Dublin, as a sizer, in his fifteenth year. Here he was

To Wonin passare in the Vicar of Wakefield" le vupposed to describe his own travel: blote kuledge of music, and now turned what was once my amusement into a present per

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And haply, too, some pugrim thither leid,

With many a tale repays the nightly bed."
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idle, extravagant, and occasionally insubordinate; though we ought in justice to say that a most injudicious and passionate tutor, a Mr. Wilder, should be held partly responsible for the unsatisfactory nature of Goldsmith's college career.

About the time of his leaving the university his father died,' but his uncle, the Rev. Thomas Contarine, who had already borne the principal part of the expenses of his education, amply supplied the father's place. Disappointed in one or two plans that he had marked out for him, he determined to send him to London, to study the law, at the Temple. But stopping at Dublin on his way, he lost, in gambling, the sum that had been given him for the ex penses of his journey, and returned home penniless. The kindness of his uncle was not yet exhausted, and he sent him to Edinburgh to study medi cine, where he arrived at the close of the year 1752. Here he remained about eighteen months, when, in consequence of becoming security to a considerable amount for a classmate, he was obliged to quit the city abruptly, and sailed for Leyden. Here he studied about a year, and then set out to make the tour of Europe on foot; having with him, it is said, only one clean shirt, and no money, and trusting to his wits for support. By various expeclients he worked his way through Flanders, parts of France and Germany, Switzer. land, (where he composed part of " The Traveller,') and the North of Italy, and returned to London in the autumn of 1756, with an empty pocket, in. deed, but with a mind enriched by observations of foreign countries, which he has so admirably expressed in that charming poem— The Traveller.”

After trying various means of a professional character for support, le resolved to depend upon his pen; and in April, 1757, made an engagement with Mr. Griffiths, the proprietor of the Monthly Review, to write for that journal, for a salary, and his board and lodging in the proprietor's house. At the end of seven or eight months, this engagement was given up by mutual consent, and Goldsmith went into private lodgings, to finish lis“ Inquiry into the Present State of Polite Learning in Europe,” which was published in 1759. His next publication was “The Bee," a series of Essays on a variety of subjects, published weekly, which, for want of support, terminated with the eighth number, November 24, 1759. Though neglected at their first appear. ance, yet, when known, some time after, to be from the same pen as “ The Traveller," and the “ Vicar of Wakefield," they were very generally reac! and adınired. Such is the world ; withholding from unknown and unhonored genius that praise which it lavishes when needed not.

1 "To this very amiable father, the son, by his power in the delineation of character, has given celebrity in three of his sketches; one in the Citizen of the World' (Letter 27th); a second .n Dr. Primrose, in the Vicar of Wakefield;' and a third, as the family always stated, in reference to his spiritual character, in the Preacher in the Deserted Village.' Each has peculiarities that distinguish it from the other, yet touched so skufully, that with some variation, they cannot be said to offer a contradiction."-Prior.

2 The following passage in the “ Vicar of Wakefield" is supposed to describe his own travels: "I had some knowledge of music, and now turned what was once my amusement into a present nem of subsistence. Whenever I approached a peasant's house towards night-fall, I played one of .gy most merry tunes, and that procured me not only a lodging, but subsistence for the next day.” So also the lines in "The Traveller," in the picture of the Swiss

"And haply, too, some pilgrim thither led,

With many a tale repay, the nightly bed." And also in the picture of France,

"How often have I led thy sportive choir

With tuneless pipe, beside the murmuring Loire p' &c.

entered into engagements for writing his bistories of Rome, Greece, and

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In 1760, he published his “Letters of a Citizen of the World,"? which were very generally read and as generally admired; and have long taken their stand in the list of English classics. His next work was his celebrated novel, The Vicar of Wakefield," which, though finished in 1763, was not published till 1766. when his « Traveller" had established his fame. But it no sooner appeared than it secured the warmest friends among every description of readers; with the old, by the purity of its moral lessons; and with the young, by the interest of the story. Its great charm is its close adherence to nature; nature in its commendable, not in its vicious points of view. “The Primrose family is a great creation of genius: such a picture of warm-bearted simplicity, mingled with the little foibles and weaknesses common to the best specimens of humanity, that we find nothing like it in the whole range of fiction."2

In December, 1764, was published “The Traveller," the earliest of his productions to which Goldsmith prefixed his name. Dr. Johnson was the first to introduce it to the public, in a notice in the Critical Review, closing his remarks with these words : “Such is the poem on which we now congratulate the public, as on a production to which, since the death of Pope, it will not be easy to find any thing equal." It is hardly necessary to say how perfectly this sentiment has been universally concurred in; for few poems in the English language have been more deservedly popular. In 1765 he published his ballad of the “ Hermit," and engaged in other works for the booksellers, to supply his immediate wants. In 1768 appeared his comedy of

The Good-Natured Man,” which had not much success; but in the next year the “Deserted Village” was given to the public, which gave him a still higher rank, and still greater celebrity as a poet. In the same year he

England.

Two years after, he appeared the second time as a dramatic author, and tih Tery great success. Dr. Johnson said of "She Stoops to Conquer," that he knew of no comedy for many years that had so much exhilarated an audia ent, and had answered the great end of comedy-making an audien's merry. One of his last publications was a “History of the Earth, and Anirated Nature," which appeared in 1774, and for which he received the sum ef eight hundred and fifty pounds; but such was his improvidence that his uney was gone almost as soon as received. A tale of distress would take pun bim bis last penny. His affairs, in consequence, became very much Caranged; and his circumstances, preying upon his mind, are supposed to are accelerated his death, which occurred on the 4th of April, 1774.

Thus terminated the life of an admirable writer and estimable man at the early age of forty-five, when his powers were in full vigor, and much was m be expected from their exertion. The shock to his friends appears to have beza great from the unexpected loss of one whose substantial virtues, with all his fobles and singularities, they had learned to value. Burke, on hearing its burst into tears; Sir Joshua Reynolds relinquished painting for the dayvery unusual forbearance; and Dr. Johnson, though Gule prone to exhibit trong emotions of grief, felt most sincerely on this occasion.”\ Three months afterward he thus wrote to Boswell: "Of poor dear Dr. Goldsmith there is the wo be wld more than the papers have made public. He died of a fever.

lam afraid more violent from uneasiness of mind. He had raised money and squandered it, by every artifice of acquisition and folly of expense. But let ned his frailties be remembered; he was a very great man,"

To the merits of Goldsmith, as a writer, the testimony of critics almost iraumerable might be adduced. But the following few lines from an adinirable article by Sir Walter Scott, will suffice: "The wreath of Goldsmith is

allied; he wrote to exalt virtue and expose vice; and he accomplished his task in a manner which raises him to the highest rank among British authors. We close bis volume with a sigh, that such an author should have writen so little from the stores of his own genius, and that he should have so prematurely been removed from the sphere of literature which he so highly

1 These Letters purported to be written by a Chinese philosopher, who, in travelling through Em rope, for the purpose of examining the manners and customs of the various nations, fixed his restdence for some time in England, for the purpose of describing the manners of its people. He is fall of the wisest reflections upon men and manners, and sometimes utters very startling sentiments.

2 Prior, vol. II. p. 111. “We read the 'Vicar of Wakefield' in youth and in age-we retarn to ! again and again, and bless the memory of an author who contrives so well to reconcile us to human nature."—Sir Walter Scott.

* The irresistible charm this novel possesses, evinces how much may be done without the aid of extravagant incident, to excite the imagination and interest the feelings. Few productions of this kind afford greater amusement in the perusal, and still fewer inculcate more impressive lessons of morality. Though wit and humor abound in every page, yet in the whole volume there is not one thouxht injurious in its tendency, nor one sentiment that can ofrend the chastest ear. Its language, in the words of an elegant writer, is what. angels might have heard, and virgins told.'" Washington Iroing.

an interesting anecdote relative to this novel, told by Boswell in his Life of Johnson, and when has been illustrated by a most beautiful engraving, may here be repeated "I received one more ins.says Johnson, "a message from poor Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and, as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possile. I sent un una and promised to come to him directly. I accordingly went as soon as I was dressed, found that his landlady had arrested him for his rent; at which he was in a violent passion. I pete

had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of Madeira, and a glass before nim. I put the cork into the bottle, desired he would be calm, and began to talk to him of the meam by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the landlady I should soon return; Anu having gone to a bookseller, sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he dis charsed his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so II"

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9 Here Fancy's favorite, Qoldemith, sleeps;
The Dunces smile, but Johnson weeps."

St. James's Chronicle, April 7, 1974,
1828d-the article on Goldsmith in the 34 vol. of Scott's Prose Works; also, another in the 57th

of Qurterly Review: also like, in Mrs. Barbauld's "Lives of the British Novelists:" alo Life
Vots by Priør, vols, one of the most valuable contributions to English literature of the pre-

stars, la Boswell's Johnson, Goldsmith is frequently mentioned, but not in such a mannee

da any justice to his character. How could it be expected from such a man! When the work main philsted, Burke, much displeased that Goldemith should be so undervalued 'n it, remarked

bly: What rational opinion, my dear madam, would you expect a lawyer to give of port Fulea laproved opon this, and remarked at a dinner, "A scotch lawyer and an Irish poet I boldo

cserted Village' has an endearing locality, and introduces us to beings with whom the m eipation contracts an intimate friendship. Fiction in poetry is not the reverse or truth, US

oft and enchanted resemblance; and this ideal beauty of nature has been seldom united with much scber Adelity as in the groups and scenery of the Deserted Village. - Campbell

a opposite as the antipodes." Sir Joshua Beynolds also expressed his decided dissentrum botella opinions; and George Stevens, in his usual sarcastic spirit, temarked, "Wliy, sir, it is not

and for a man wbo has much genies to be censured by one who bars none." And Sir Walter Scorecaried, I wonder why Boswell so often displays a malevolent feeling towards Golastith balt Johnson's good graces, perhaps." That Johnson's opinion was most tavorable to Gold a barnets own book testifies. Hear him: "Goldsmith was a man who, whatever be wrote At the than any other man could do. He deserved a place in Westminster Abbey: an

wake ber proved avon be the antipodea. me, in his usual cured by one who he feeling towards able to Gold

entered into engagements for writing his histories of Rome, Greece, and England.

Two years after, he appeared the second time as a dramatic author, and with very great success. Dr. Johnson said of “She Stoops to Conquer," that he knew of no comedy for many years that had so much exhilarated an audience, and had answered the great end of comedy-making an audier'3 merry. One of his last publications was a “ History of the Earth, and Animated Nature," which appeared in 1774, and for which he received the sum of eight hundred and fifty pounds; but such was his improvidence that his money was gone almost as soon as received. A tale of distress would take from him his last penny. His affairs, in consequence, became very much deranged; and his circumstances, preying upon his mind, are supposed to have accelerated his death, which occurred on the 4th of April, 1774.

* Thus terminated the life of an admirable writer and estimable man at the early age of forty-five, when his powers were in full vigor, and much was to be expected from their exertion. The shock to his friends appears to have been great from the unexpected loss of one whose substantial virtues, with all his foibles and singularities, they had learned to value. Burke, on hearing it, burst into tears; Sir Joshua Reynolds relinquished painting for the day,-a very unusual forbearance; and Dr. Johnson, though little prone to exhibit strong emotions of grief, felt most sincerely on this occasion."Three months afterward he thus wrote to Boswell: “Of poor dear Dr. Goldsmith there is little to be told more than the papers have made public. He died of a fever, I am afraid more violent from uneasiness of mind. He had raised money and squandered it, by every artifice of acquisition and folly of expense. But let not his frailties be remembered: he was a very great man.''

To the merits of Goldsmith, as a writer, the testimony of critics almost innumerable might be adduced. But the following few lines from an admi. rable article by Sir Walter Scott, will suflice: “The wreath of Golds nith is unsullied; he wrote to exalt virtue and expose vice; and he accomplished his task in a manner which raises him to the highest rank among British authors. We close his volume with a sigh, that such an author should have written so little from the stores of his own genius, and that he should have so prematurely been removed from the sphere of literature which he so highly adorned." 3

1 Prior, vol. ll. p. 519.

2 "Here Fancy's favorite, Goldsmith, sleeps;
The Dunces smile, but Johnson weeps."

St. James's Chronicle, April 7, 1774. 3 Read--the article on Goldsmith in the 3d vol. of Scott's Prose Works: also, another in the 57th vol. or Quarterly Review: also life, in Mrs. Barbanld's “Lives of the British Novelists:” also, Life and Works by Prior, 6 vols., one of the most valuable contributions to English literature of the prerent century. In Boxwell's Johnson, Goldsmith is frequently mentioned, but not in snch a manner as to do any justice to his character. How could it be expected from such a man! When the work was first published, Burke, much displeased that Goldsmith should be so undervalued 'n it, remarked to a lady: “What rational opinion, my dear madam, could you expect a lawyer to give of a poct ?' Wilkes improved upon this, and remarked at a dinner, "A Scotch lawyer and an Irish poet I hold 10 be about as opposite as the antipodes." Sir Joshua Reynolds also expressed his decided dissent from Boswell's opinions; and George Stevens, in his usual sarcastic spirit, remarked, “Why, sir, it is not unusual for a man who has much genius to be censured by one who has none." And Sir Walter Scott remarked, "I wonder why Boswell so often displays a malevolent feeling towards (tolns.th. Bvalry for Johnson's good graces, perhaps." That Johnson's opinion was most favorable to Goldsmith, Bosweu's own book testifies. Hear him: “Goldsmith was a man who, whatever he wrote did it better than any other man could do. He deserved a place in Westminster Abbey; and every

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