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along upon the stilts she gave me, because I cannot stay to find my shoes. As to amity, which you grumble at, 'tis a pretty, tender, femality word, that does not walk so tall as friendship-so pray don't kick it down for a strutter.

Let our great Sully alone-no sneers at his ice, I intreat! That frosty constitution has, perhaps, braced the nerves of England's credit and consequence. "What, lost Mark Antony the world?" Answer to yourself the question, and play the tempter no more!

LETTER LXXXI.

COURT DEWES, ESQ. AT PAW, in Berne.

Lichfield, Dec. 3, 1787.

I AM charmed by the alacrity with which you have performed, in so short a time, a journey of a thousand miles. It is an admirable sign that the Continental gales will be beneficial to your health, when, through a winter so softened, you shall breathe them serenely and at leisure. How strange would it seem to us folk, who have been always fixed like a plant to one peculiar spot of

English ground, were we to see days splendid as those of our warmest summers, sink into darkness soon after five o'clock.

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. The little time allowed me for the luxury of reading, has, within the last three months, been devoted to studying the Hebraic bards, allured by Dr Gregory's admirable translation of Bishop Lowth's Lectures. They form two large quartó volumes, closely printed, and enriched with a va riety of learned and ingenious notes. An attentive examination of this work, with that of all the chapters, psalms, and single passages referred to, have rendered me more conversant than I ever was before with the sacred poetry, though always an admirer of its wild and daring graces; but I cannot think with the Bishop, that, considered merely as poetry, it immeasurably, or indeed that it all transcends, the ancient and modern classies. A large portion of poetic strength, pathos, and dignity, animate the pages of David, Job, Solomon, and the Prophets; and, without taking reason or religion into the scale, there is a solemn magnificence in the system of Theism, which can never belong to Polytheism; but then the former is excluded from all that beautiful play of imagination, all the gayer graces which throw such soft and varied resplendence over the Pagan Theology, and the bold, but wild, and generally indistinct,

-similies and descriptions of prophetic composition, leave us little of that skilful and happy discrimination that brings the object to the eye in imagery, and to which, in sentiment, every feeling of the heart responds.

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AND now, Sir, our day of combat is come You deny Sterne originality and say that no classic ear can endure his style. These assertions more than surprise they astonish me. What!—that imagination, which I have always thought of such exquisite, such original colouring! that penetration which seems to have an hundred eyes with which to look into the human heart!that happy, thrice happy, mixture of the humorous and the pathetic, in which he stands alone amongst all other writers out of the dramatic scale; resembling none, and whom not one, amongst his numerous

* See conclusion of a former letter to this gentleman, dated Nov. 13, 1787.-S.

imitators, have attempted to copy, without prov ing, by their total failure, the difficulty of acquiring a manner so singularly, so curiously original. Like ether, its spirit is too subtile and volatile to become the vehicle of any other person's ideas. And then that frolic fancy !—that all-atoning wit! -that style which my ear finds so natural, easy, animated, and eloquent!-how could you thus scorn them?

My dear Sir, who are they from whom he has borrowed? Some slight, very slight, resemblance perhaps exists between the best sallies of Swift's humour and Sterne's: but Swift has not any of Sterne's pathos, and Sterne has none of the filthiness of Swift, though too apt to sport licentiously with comic double-meanings. His fault, in that respect, however justly censurable, has no tendency to injure the minds of his readers by inflaming their passions. Swift and Rabelais, whom he is also accused of copying, never interest the affections, while Sterne guides, turns, and precipitates them into any channel he pleases.

I can believe that he took the hint of character for his sub-acid philosopher from the Martinus Scriblerius of Pope, Swift, and Arbuthnot; but there is an immense superiority in the vividness with which he has coloured his Shandy; in the dramatic spirit he has infused into the character;

in the variety of situations in which he has placed the hypothesis-monger,—all natural, probable, and exquisitely humorous. We see and hear the little domestic group at Shandy-hall; nor can we help an involuntary conviction, not only that they all existed, but that they had been of our acquaintance; and where may be found even the most shadowy prototype in books, of uncle Toby and his Trim, of Mrs Shandy and Dr Slop* ? At last this note of your's in your great work against Sterne-this note,

"At which my very locks have stood on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine,"

Confirms anew an observation of mine, long since made; that I never knew a man or woman of letters, however ingenious, ingenuous, and judicious, as to their general taste, but there was some one fine writer, at least, to which their "Lynx's beam became the mole's dim curtain." Mason, Hayley, and Boothby, are moles to Ossian. Gray was a mole to Rousseau.-Darwin is a mole to Milton, and that you will say is indeed a

* For a more discriminating parallel between the Scriblerius Fragment and Tristram Shandy, see a letter to this gentleman further on in the collection, and dated Oct. 50, 1788.-S.

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