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their wishes are anticipated, and their mandates obeyed. It is among the children of adversity that we must look for resignation under misfortune; it is from the indigent only we can be instructed to bear calamities without repining.

Impressed with this conviction, I entered into discourse with the cripple, whom I found to be a man not without reflection. He had seen better days, and hoped for their return. Though my present appearance, said he, shews I am in the most wretched state of poverty, there was a time when I knew the comforts of a home and fireside. These are past, but there is a pleasure in the recollection of them ; for no man who has enjoyed the comforts of life, is ever without the hope that he shall enjoy them again.

I had walked about a mile along the bank of the Delaware, when the coach to Philadelphia overtook me, and finding the road dusty I complied with the invitation of the driver to get into the vehicle. At Bristol we took

up women, clad in the habit of Quakers, whom I soon, however, discovered to be girls of the town; and who, under pretence of shewing me a letter, discovered their address.

A spacious road conducted us to Philadelphia, which we entered at Front-street. I had expected to be charmed with the animation of the American metropolis ;* but a melancholy silence prevailed in the streets, the principal houses were * Philadelphia in 1798 was the capital of the United States.

two young

abandoned, and none but French people were to be found seeking pleasure in society.

The coach stopped at the sign of the SorrelHorse, in Second-street, where I heard only lamentations over the Yellow Fever, which had displayed itself in Water-street, and was spreading its contagion.

It costs no more to go to a good tavern than a bad one ; and I removed my trunks, which I found at the Stage-office, to the French Hotel in the same street. Mr. Pecquet received me with a bowing mien, and called Jeannette for the

passepartout to shew me his apartments. He exercised all his eloquence to make me lodge in his hotel. He observed that his house was not like an American house; that he did not in summer put twelve beds in one room ; but that every lodger had a room to himself, and Monsieur, added he very solemnly, “ Ici il ne sera pas necessaire de sortir de votre lit, comme chez les Americains, pour aller a la fenetre, car Jeannette n' oublie jamais de mettre un pot de chambre sous le lit.

Monsieur Pecquet assured me his dinners were of a superior kind, and finding I was an Englishman, observed with a bow, that he could furnish me with the best porter brewed in the city of Philadelphia.

Such professions as these what unhoused traveller could resist? I commended Monsieur Pecquet on his mode of living, reciprocrated compliments with him, chose the chamber I thought

the coolest, and the same night found myself at supper

with a dozen French ladies and gentlemen, who could not utter a word of English, and with whom I drank copious libations of that porter which my host had enlarged upon with such elegance of declamation.

My first visit was to the library. A bust of Doctor Franklin stands over the door, whose head it is to be lamented the librarian cannot place on his own shoulders. Of the two rooms the Franklinian Library is confined to books in the English language, but the Loganian Library comprehends every classical work in the ancient and modern languages. I contemplated with reverence the portrait of Janes Logan, which graces

the room.

magnum et venerabile nomen.

I could not repress my exclamations. As I am only a stranger, said I, in this country, I affect no enthusiasm on beholding the statues of her Generals and Statesmen. I have left a church filled with them on the shore of Albion that have a prior claim to such feeling. But I here behold the portrait of a man whom I consider so great a benefactor to Literature, that he is scarcely less illustrious than its munificent patrons of Italy; his soul has certainly been admitted to the company of the congenial spirits of a Cosmo and Lorenzo of Medicis. The Greek and

Roman authors forgotten on their native banks of the Ilyssus and Tiber, delight by the kindness of a Logan the votaries to learning on those of the Delaware.

It has been observed, I believe, by Horace, that there have lived many herocs not inferior in prowess to those of the Iliad, but that for want of a bard to sing their feats, they might as well have not achieved them. But how many characters are now unknown, who susceptible only of the social energies, deserve to be remembered more than an Agamemnon, or an Achilles. What man ever rose from the Iliad with an accession of benevolence ? but who would not be better for reading the life of a Kyrle,* of whom nothing can be now known but what is furnished by an episode

in a poem.

year 1674.

Of the readers of this volume there are few who have ever heard mention made of James Logan of Philadelphia ; a man whose benevolent actions aspire far higher than any Greek or Roman fame. James Logan was born in Scotland, about the

He was one of the people called Quakers, and accompanied William Penn in his last voyage to Pennsylvania. For many years of his life he was employed in public business, and rose to the offices of Chief Justice and Governor of the Province; but he felt always an ardour of study, and by husbanding his leisure, found time

* The Man of Ross


to write several treatises in Latin, of which one on the Generation of Plants, was translated into English by Dr. Fothergill.

Being declined in the vale of years, Mr. Logan withdrew from the tumult of public business to the solitude of his country-seat, near Germantown, where he found tranquillity among his books, and corresponded with the most distinguished literary characters of Europe. He also made a version of Cicero de Senectute, which was published with notes by the late Dr. Franklin. Whether Franklin was qualified to write annotations on Tully's noble treatise, will admit of some doubt; for the genius of Franklin was rather scientific than classical.

Mr. Logan died in 1751, at the venerable age of seventy-seven ; leaving his library, which he had been fifty years collecting, to the people of Pennsylvania ; a monument of his ardour for the promotion of literature.*



* The following extract from Mr. Logan's will cannot fail to interest the curious in literature.

library, which I have left to the city of Philadelphiu, for the advancement and facilitating of classical learn

ing, are above 100 volumes of autors in folio, all in Greek, “ with mostly their versions. All the Roman Classics without

exception. All the whole Greek Mathematicians, viz. Archimedes, Euclid, Ptolemy, both his Geography and Almagest, “ which I had in Greek (with Theon's Commentary in folio, “ above 700 pages) from my learned friend Fabricius, who “ published 14 volumes of his Bibliotheque Grecque in quarto, « in which, after he had finished his account of Ptolemy, on

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