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the share of multitudes. In this history of his life, will be contained a large account of his writings; a critique on the nature, force, and extent of his genius, exemplified from these writings; and a vindication of his moral character, exemplified by his more distinguished virtues; his filial piety, his disinterested friendships, his reverence for the constitution of his country, his love and admiration of virTue, and; (what was the necessary effect) his hatred and contempt of vice, his extensive charity to the indigent, his warm benevolence to mankind, his supreme veneration of the Deity, and above all his sincere belief of RevelaTION. Nor shall his faults be concealed. It is not for the interests of his Virtues that they should. Nor indeed could they be concealed, if we were so disposed, for they shine thro’ his Virtues; no man being more a Dupe to the specious appearances of virtue in others. In a word, I mean not to be his Panegyrist but his Historian. And may I, when Envy and Calumny have taken the fame advantage of my

absence (for, while I live, I will freely trust it to



my Life to confute them) may I find a Friend as careful of my honest fame as I have been of His!—Together with' his Works, he hath bequeathed me his DUN

So that as the property is transferred, I could wish they would now let his memory alone. The veil which Death draws over the Good is so sacred, that to tear it, and with facrilegious hands, to throw dirt upon the Shrine, gives scandal even to Barbarians. And tho' Rome permitted her slaves to calumniate her best Citizens on the day of Triumph, yet the same petulancy at their Funeral would have been rewarded with execration and a Gibbet. The Public


be malicious : but is rarely vindictive or ungenerous. It would abhor all insults, on a writer dead, tho’ it had borne with the ribaldry, or even set the Ribalds on work, when he was alive. And in this there is no great harm: for he must have a strange impotency of mind indeed whom such miserable scriblers can disturb or ruffle. Of all that gross Beotian phalanx who have written scurrilously against the Editor, he knows not so much as One whom a wri


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ter of reputation would not wish to have his enemy, or whom a man of honour would not be ashamed to own for his friend. He is indeed but slightly conversant in their works, and knows little of the particulars of their defamation: To his Authorship they are heartily wel

But if any of them have been so far abandoned by Truth as to attack his moral character in any respect whatsoever, to all and every one of These and their Abettors, he gives the lye in form, and in the words of honest Father Valerian, MENTIRIS IMPUDENTISSIME.





Am inclined to think that both the writers of

books, and the readers of them, are generally not a little unreasonable in their expectations. The first seem to fancy the world must approve whatever they produce, and the latter to imagine that authors are obliged to please them at any rate. Methinks, as on the one hand no single man is born with a right of controuling the opinions of all the rest; so on the other, the world has no title to demand, that the whole care and time of any particular person should be facrificed to its entertainment. Therefore I cannot but believe that writers and readers are under equal obligations, for as much fame, or pleasure, as each affords the other.

Every one acknowledges, it would be a wild notion to expect perfection in any work of man: and yet one would think the contrary was taken for granted, by the judgment commonly past

Poems. A Critic supposes he has done his part, if he proves a writer to have failed in an expression, or erred in any particular point: and can it then be wondered at, if the Poets in general seem resolved not to own themselves in any error? For as long as one side will make no al

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