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and you to your affairs of life; which of na has the better is known to the Gods, bat to no mortal man."
The divine Socrates is here represented in a figure worthy his great wisdom and philosophy; worthy the greatest mere man that ever breathed. O how glow rious is the old age of that great man, who has spent his time in such contemplations as bave made this be ing, what only it should be, an education for Heaven!
EULOGY ON MODESTY.
Quanto quisque sibi plura negaverit,
is made upo
THERE is a call apon mankind to value and estem
those who set a moderate price apon their own merit; and self-denial is frequently attended with upexpected blessings, which in the end abundantly re compense such losses as the modest seem to suffer is the ordinary occurrences of life. The curious telles, a determination in our favour or to our disadvantage
our first appearance, even before they know any thing of our characters, but from the inmations men gather from our aspect. A man, they say, wears the pictnre of his mind in his countenance and one mau's eyes are spectacles to his who looks at him to read his heart. But though that way of raising an opinion of those we behold in public is very cions, certain it is, that those, who by their words and actions, take as much upon themselves, as they car but barely demand in the strict scrutiny of their de serts, will find their account lessen every day. Ama dest man preserves his character, as a frugal man die
rtune; if either of them live to the height of , one will find losses, the other errors, which he Ot stock by him to make up. It were therefore a cale, to keep your desires, your words, and actions, n the regard you observe your friends have for
and never, if it were in a man's power, to take uch as he possibly might either in preferment or tation. My walks have lately been among the cantile part of the world; and one gets praises naly from those with whom one converses : I say -, he that in his air, his treatment of others, or an tual arrogance to himself, gives himself credit for
least article of more wit, wisdom, goodness, or Our than he can possibly produce if he is called up. will find the world break in upon him, and consihim as one who has cheated them of all the esteem y had before allowed him. This brings a commisa en of bankruptcy upon bim; and he that might bave ne on to his life's end in a prosperous way, by aim. g at more than he should, is no longer proprietor of hat he really had before, but his pretensions fare = all things do which are torn instead of being di. ided.
There is no one living would deny Cinna the applause of an agreeable and facetious wit; or could posibly pretend that there is not something inimitably inforced and diverting in his manner of delivering all his sentiments in his conversation, if he were able to conceal the strong desire of applause which he betrays in every syllable he utters. But they who converse with him, see that all the civilities they could do to him, or the kind things they could say to him, would fall short of what he expects; and therefore instead of showing him the esteer they have for bis merit, their reflections turn only upoo that they observe he has of it himself. If
you go among the women, and behold Gioriana trip into a room with that theatrical ostentation of her VOL. I.
charms, Mirtilla with that soft regularity in ber Do- ! tion, Chloe with such an indifferent familiarity, Co rinna with such a fond approach, and Roxana with such a demand of respect in the great gravity of her eutrance: you find all the ses, who understand them. selves and act naturally, wait only for their absence, to tell you that all these ladies would impose themselves upon you; and each of them carry in their behaviour a conscionsness of so much more than they should pretend to, that they lose what would otherwise be given them.
I remember the last time I saw Macbeth, I was wonderfully taken with the skill of the poet, in making the murderer form fears to himself from the mode. ration of the prince whose life he was going to take away. He says of the King, “ he bore bis faculties so meekly;” and justly inferred from thence, that all divine and hunan power would join to avenge death, who had made such an abstinent use of dominion. All that is in a man's power to do to advance his own pomp and glory, and forbears, is so much laid up against the day of distress; and pity will always be his portion in adversity, who acted with gentleness in prosperity.
The great officer who foregoes the advantages he might take to himself, and renoduces all prudential regards to his own person in danger, has so far the merit of a volunteer; and all his honours and glories are unenvied for sharing the common fate with the same frankness as they do who have no such endearing circumstances to part with. But if there were no such considerations as the good effect which self-denial has upon the sense of other men towards us, it is of al
的。 qualities the most desirable for the agreeable disposi tion in which it places our own minds. I cannot tell what better to say of it, than that it is the very com trary of ambition; and that modesty allays all that passions and inquietudes to which that vice exposes of He that is moderate in his wishes from reason 21
ce, and not resigned from sourness, distaste, or ppointment, doubles all the pleasures of his life.
air, the season, a sun-shiny day, or a fair prospect, instances of happiness, and that which he enjoys ommon with all the world, (by his exemption from enchantments by which all the world are bewitch
are to him uncommon benefits and new acquisias, Health is not eaten up with care, nor pleasure terrupted by envy. It is not to him of any conse.
ence what this man is famed for, or for what the her is preferred. He knows there is in such a place o uninterrupted walk; he can meet in such a comany an agreeable conversation; he has no emulation, e is no man's rival, but every man's well-wisher; an look at a prosperous man, with a pleasure in reflecting that he hopes he is as happy as himself; and has his mind and his fortune, as far as prudence will allow, open to the unhappy and to the stranger.
Lucceius has learning, wit, humour, eloquence, bat no ambitions prospects to pursue with these advantages, therefore to the ordinary world he is perhaps thought to want spirit, but known among his friends to have a mind of the most consummate greatness. He wants no man's admiration, is in no need of pomp. His clothes please him if they are fashionable and warm; his companions are agreeable if they are civil and well natured. There is with him no occasion for superfluity at meals, for jollity in company, in a word, for any thing extraordinary to administer de light to him. Want of prejudice and command of appetite are the companions which inake bis journey of life so easy, that he in all places meets with more wit, more good cheer, and more good-hamour, than is necessary to make him enjoy himself with pleasure and satisfaction.
A BEAU’S HEAD ANATOMISED.
tribus Anticyris caput insanabile
I WAS yesterday engaged in an assembly of virto.
osos, where one of them produced many curious observations which he bad lately made in the anatomy of an human body. Another of the company commenicated to as several wonderful discoveries, which he had also made on the same subject, by the help of very fine glasses. This gave birth to a great variety of uncommon remarks, and furnished discourse for the remaining part of the day.
The different opinions which were started on this occasion, presented to my imagination so many new ideas, that by mixing with those which were already there, they employed my fancy all the last night, and composed a very wild extravagant dream.
I was invited, methought, to the dissection of a beau's head, which was laid on a table before us. An imaginary operator opened it with a great deal of nicety, which upon a carsory and superficial view, appeared like the bead of another man; but upon applying our glasses to it, we made a very odd discovery, namely, that what we looked upou as brains, were not such in reality, but an heap of strange materials wound up in that sbape and texture, and packed toge ther with wonderful art in the several cavities of the skull. For, as Homer tells us, that the blood of the gods is not real blood, but only something like it; 30 we found that the brain of a beau is not real brain, but only something like it.
The pineal gland, which many of our modern phi losophers suppose to be the seat of the soul, smelt very strong of essence and orange flower water, and was en