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Altar of St. Ignatius; all painted with the utmost Accuracy, in their proper Colours.

As the Value of this great Collection may be conceived from this Account, however imperfect, as the Variety of Subjects must engage the Curiofity of Men of different Studies, Inclinations, and Employments, it may be thought of very little Use to mention any flighter Advantages, or to dwell on the Decorations and Embellishments which the Generofity of the Proprietors has beftowed upon it; yet, fince the Compiler of the Thuanian Catalogue thought not even that Species of Elegance below his Obfervation, it may not be improper to obferve, that the Harleian Library, perhaps, excels all others, not more in the Number and Excellence, than in the Splendor of its Volumes.

We may now furely be allowed to hope, that our Catalogue will not be thought unworthy of the pub. lic Curiofity; that it will be purchased as a Record of this great Collection, and preferved as one of the Memorials of Learning.

The Patrons of Literature will forgive the Purchafer of this Library, if he presumes to affert fome Claim to their Protection and Encouragement, as he may have been inftrumental in continuing to this Nation the Advantage of it. The Sale of Voffius's Collection into a foreign Country, is, to this Day, regretted by Men of Letters; and if this Effort for the Prevention of another Lofs of the fame Kind fhould be disadvantageous to him, no Man will hereafter willingly rifque his Fortune in the Cause of Learning.

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A DISSERTATION ON AUTHORS.

Seire velim quare toties mihi, Nævole, triftis
Occuris fronte obdu&tâ, ceu Marfya vi&us. Juv.

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either by cafual Deviations, or foolish Perverfions, is not fometimes mifchievous. Whatever may the Caufe of Happiness, may be made likewife the Caufe of Mifery. The Medicine, which rightly ap→ plied, has Power to cure, has, when Rafhnefs or Ignorance prescribes it, the fame Power to deftroy.

I have computed, at fome Hours of Leifure, the Lofs and Gain of Literature, and fet the Pain whichit produces against the Pleasure. Such Calculations. are indeed at a great Distance from mathematical Exactnefs, as they arife from the Induction of a few Particulars, and from Obfervations made rather according to the Temper of the Computist, than the Nature of Things. But fuch a narrow Survey as can be taken, will eafily fhew that Letters caufe many Bleffings, and inflict many Calamities; that there is fcarcely an Individual who may not confider them as immediately or mediately influencing his Life, as they are chief Instruments of conveying Knowledge, and tranfmitting Sentiments; and almost every Man. learns, by their Means, all that is right or wrong in his Sentiments and Conduct.

If Letters were confidered only as Means of Pleafure, it might well be doubted in what Degree of Eftimation they fhould be held; but when they are referred to Ncceffity, the Controverfy is at an End: It foon appears, that though they may fometimes in commode

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commode us; yet human Life would fcarcely rife, without them, above the common Existence of animal Nature: We might indeed breathe and eat in univerfal Ignorance; but muft want all that gives Pleasure or Security, all the Embellishments and Delights, and most of the Conveniencies and Comforts of our present Condition.

Literature is a Kind of intellectual Light, which, like the Light of the Sun, may fometimes enable us to fee what we do not like; but who would wish to escape unpleafing Objects, by condemning himself to perpetual Darkness?

Since, therefore, Letters are thus indifpenfably neceffary, fince we cannot perfuade ourselves to lofe their Benefits for the Sake of escaping their Mifchiefs, it is worth our ferious Enquiry, how their Benefits may be increased, and their Mischiefs leffened; by what Means the Harvest of our Studies may afford us more Corn, and lefs Chaff; and how the Rofes of the Gardens of Science may gratify us more with their Fragrance, and prick us lefs with their Thorns.

I fhall not, at prefent, mention the more formidable Evils which the Mifapplication of Literature produces; nor fpeak of Churches infected with Herefy, States inflamed with Sedition, or Schools infatuated with hypothetical Fictions. These are Evils which Mankind have always lamented; and which, till Mankind grow wife and modeft, they must, I am afraid, continue to lament, without Hope of Remedy. I fhall now touch only on fome lighter and lefs extenfive Evils, yet fuch as are fufficiently heavy to those that feel them; and are of late fo widely dif fused, as to deserve, though perhaps not the Notice of the Legislature, yet the Confideration of those whose Benevolence inclines them to a voluntary Care of public Happiness.

It was long ago observed by Virgil, and I fuppofe by many before him, that Bees do not make Honey for

their own Ufe: The Sweets which they collect in their laborious Excurfions, and ftore up in their Hives with fo much Skill, are feized by those who have contributed neither Toil nor Art to the Collection; and the poor Animals are either deftroyed by the Invader, or left to fhift without a Supply. The Condition is nearly the fame of the Gatherer of Honey and the Gatherer of Knowledge. The Bee and the Author work alike for others, and often lose the Profit of their Labour. The Cafe, therefore, of Authors, however hitherto neglected, may claim Regard. Every Body of Men is important according to the joint Proportion of their Ufefulness and their Number. Individuals, however they may excel, cannot hope to be confidered fingly as of great Weight in the political Balance; and Multitudes, though they may, merely by their Bulk, demand fome Notice, are yet not of much Value, unless they contribute to eafe the Burthen of Society, by co-operating to its Profperity.

Of the Men, whofe Condition we are now examining, the Ufefulness never was difputed: They are known to be the great Diffeminators of Knowledge, and Guardians of the Commonwealth; and of late their Numbers have been fo much increased, that they are become a very confpicuous Part of the Nation. It is not now, as in former Times, when Men ftudied long, and paffed through the Severities of Difcipline, and the Probation of public Trials, before they prefumed to think themselves qualified for Instructors of their Countrymen: There is found a nearer Way to Fame and Erudition, and the Inclofures of Literature are thrown open to every Man whom Idleness difpofes to loiter; or whom Pride in clines to fet himself to View. The Sailor publishes his Journal; the Farmer writes the Frocefs of his annual Labour: He that fucceeds in his Trade thinks his Wealth a Proof of his Understanding, and boldly

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boldly tutors the Public: He that fails, confiders his Mifcarriage as the Confequence of a Capacity too great for the Business of a Shop, and amufes himself in the Fleet with Writing or Tranflating. The laft Century imagined, that a Man compofing in his Chariot was a new Object of Curiofity, but how much would the Wonder have been increased, by a Footman ftudying behind it? There is now no Clafs of Men without its Authors, from the Peer to the Thresher; nor can the Sons of Literature be confined any longer to Grubflreet or Moorfields; they are fpread over all the Town and all the Country, and fill every Stage of Habitation from the Cellar to the Garret.

It is well known, that the Price of Commodities muft always fall as the Quantity is increased, and that no Trade can allow its Profeffors to be multiplied beyond a certain Number. The great Mifery of Writers proceeds from their Multitude. We eafily perceive that in a Nation of Clothiers no Man could have any Cloth to make but for his own Back; that in a Community of Bakers every Man muft ufe his own Bread; and what can be the Cafe of a Nation of Authors, but that every Man mufl be content to read his Book to himfelf? For furely it is in vain to hope, that of Men labouring at the fame Occupation, any will prefer the Work of his Neighbour to his own; yet this Expectation, wild as it is, feems to be indulged by many of the Writing Race: and therefore it can be no Wonder that, like all other Men who fuffer their Minds to form inconfiderate Hopes, they are harraffed and dejected with frequent Difappointments."

If I were to form an Adage of Mifery, or fix the lowest Point to which Humanity could fall, I fhould be tempted to name the Life of an Author. Many univerfal Comparisons there are by which Mifery is expreffed. We talked of a Man teazed like a Bear at

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