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THE schoolmen had formerly a very exact way
of computing the abilities of their Saints or authors. Escobar, for instance, was said to have learning as five, genius as four, and gravity asseven. Caramuel was greater than he. His learning was as eight, his genius as six, and his gravity as thirteen. Were I to estimate the merits of our Chinese Philosopher by the same scale, I would not hesitate to state bis genius still higher; but as to his learning and gravity, these I think might safely be marked as nine hundred and ninety nine, within one degree of absolute frigidity
Yet upon his first appearance here, many were angry not to find him as ignorant as a Tripoline ambassador, or an Envoy from Mujac. They were surprised to find a man born so far from London, that school of prudence and wisdom, endued even with a moderate capacity. They expressed the same surprize at his knowledge that the Chinese do at ours.
How comes it, said they, that the Europeans, so remote from China, think with so much justice and precision? They have never read our books, they scarcely know evenour letters, and yet they talk and reason just as we do. The truth is, the Chinese and we are pretty much alike. Different degrees of refinement, and not of distance, mark the distinctions among mankind. Savages of the most opposite climates have
all but one character of improsidence and rapacity; and luured nations, however sparate, make use of the very name method, to procurerefinedenjoyment.
The distinctions of polite wat ons are few; but such as are peculiar to the Chinese, appear in every page of the following correspondence. The metaphornand allu: ion are all drawn from the East. Their formality our author carefully preserves. Many of their favourite tenets in morals are illustrated. The Chinese are always concise, so is he. Simple, so is he. The Chinese are grave and sententious, so is he. But in one particular, the resemblance is peculiarly striking: the Chinese are often dull; and so is he. Nor has my anxistance been wanting. We are told in an old romance of a certain knight-errant and his borse who contracted an intimate friendship. The horse most usually bore the knight, but, in cases of extraordinary dispatch, the knight returned the Invour, and carried his horse. Thus in the intimacy between my author and ine, he has usually given ime a list of his Eastern sublimity, and I have sometines given him a return of my colloquial ease.
You it appears strange in this season of panegyric, whensenreely an authorpasses unpraised either by his friends or liminell, that such merit as our Philosopher'n mhould be forgotten. While the epithets of ing onions, copious, elaborate, and retined, are lavinhed among the mob, liko medals at a coronation, the lucky prizes full on every side, but not one on him, I could on this occasion make myself melancholy, by couldering the capriciousness of public liste, or the mutability of fortune ; but during this dit of morality, lost my reader should sleep, I'll take wa mapumywall, and when I awako tell him my dream.
I imagined the 'Thames was frozen over, and I stood by llamado Noveral booths were creeted upon These ind I was told by one of the spectators, that
FASHION FAIR was going to begin. He added, that every author who would carry his works there, might probably find a very good reception. I was resolved however to observe the humours of the place in safety from the shore, sensible that ice was at best precarious, and having been always a little cowardly in my sleep.
Several of my acquaintance seemed much more hardy than I, and went over the ice with intrepidity. Somecarried their works to the fair on sledges, some on carts, and those which were more voluminous, were conveyed in waggons. Their temerity astonished me. I knew their cargoes were heavy, and expected every moment they would have gone to the bottom. They all entered the fair, however, in safety, and each soon after returned to my great surprize, highly satisfied with his entertainment, and the bargains he had brought away.
The success of such numbers at last began to operate upon me. If these, cried I, meet with favour and safety, some luck may, perhaps, for once attend the unfortunate. I am resolved to make a new adventure. The furniture, frippery, and fire-works of China have long been fashionably bought up. I'll try the fair with a small cargo of Chinese morality. If the Chinese have contributed to vitiate our taste, I'll try how far they can help to improve our understanding. But as others have driven into the market in waggons. I'll cautiously begin by venturing with a wheel-barrow. Thus resolved, Ibaled up my goods and fairly ventured; when, upon just entering the fair, I fancied the ice that had supported an hundred waggons before, cracked under me, and wheel-barrow and all went to the bottom.
Upon awaking from any reverie with the fright, I caunot help wishing that the pains taken in giving this correspondence an English dress, had been em
ployed ployed in contriving new political systems, or new plots for farces. I might then have taken my station in the world, either as a poet or a philosopher, and made one in those little societies where men club to raise each others reputation. But at present I belong to no particular class. I resemble one of those animals, that has been forced from its forest to gratify human curiosity. My earliest wish was to escape unheeded through life; but I have been set up for halfpence, to fret and scamper at the end of my chain. Though none are injured by my rage, I am naturally too savage to court any friends by fawning ; too obstinate to be taught new tricks; and too improvident to mind what may happen : I am appeased, though not contented. Too indolent for intrigue, and too timid to push for favour, I am-But what signifies what I am.
Ελπίς και συ τύχη μέγα χαιρείες τον λιμένειρον.
Ουδέν έμοί χ' υμίν παίζεε τες μ' έμε.
Fortune and Hope, adieu ! -I see my Port,
I. INTRODUCTION. A character of the Chi-