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The Conffrons of J. J. Rouffeu. have told the truth : if any person con- ble that a man like Rousseau could tradict what I fay, whatever proofs he have passed his life with such a creamay produce, he is a liar and an im- ture : he has himself drawn her picpoltor; and, if he refuses to examine ture. and explain these disputed circum- “I wished at first to form her mind, Itances with me, while I am alive, he but I lost my labour. I blush not to loves neither justice nor eruth. For own that the could never read, though my own part I declare it boldly, and the writes tolerably well. At the without apprehenfion, whoever, even hotel of Pootchartrain, I had opposite without having read my writings, will my windows a fun-dial, on which I examine with his own eyes, my dif- laboured for a month to teach her polition, my character, ny manners, the hours : She scarcely knows them .my propensities, my pleasures, my at this moment. she could never habits, and will believe me a dif- count the iwelve months in their orhoneft man, himself deserves to be der, and knows not a fingle figure, hanged,” (eft lui meme un homme a notwithftanding all the pains I have etouffer). — Avaunt falfe delicacy! taken to point them out to her. She Rousseau must speak in English as knows not how to reckon money, nor he has written in French.

the price of any thing. Her words We see, in every part of this work, are almost always the opposites of the picture of a man single hearted what the means to say. I once made Jather than simple ; gloomy, but just a dictionary of her phrases to amuse and good; always doubting of happi- Madame de Luxemburg; and her er. ness; whose fenfibility rises to an ex- were fathionable among those treme susceptibility, an acuteness of with whom I then lived." feeling which gives an air of import- The principal charm of this work, ance to common events, and enlarges lies in the author's talent of making little objects so as to fill the mind like the most trifling objects, and even those which are vast and magnificent. those childish events which would Nothing is lo's founded than this ge- have disgusted in other hands, interneral conspiracy against him, of which eftirg: numerous examples ocurr in he tells us in every page, he is going the former books, and there are many to give proofs. Yet it is certain that similar ones in the Supplement. We the great number of philosophers on thall extract a single instance of this the continent seemed jealous of his kind. success. But what man has not ex- In speaking of his residence in Ve. perienced the perfidy of a friend ? nice, where he was fecretary to the What author of credit has escaped ambassador from France, he tells us the

envy of his rivals? and Rousseau, of his frequenting the most celebrated whom so many of his readers seemed amusements in this city, and his taste to adore, had certainly many subjects for the Venetian operas. “. But, of confolation. It was to Teresa, of fays he, a kind of music, in my opiwhom he speaks so much, and on nion, much superior to that of the whom he refted with confidence, that operas, which has nothing resembling 'he owed many of his misfortunes. it in Italy or the rest of the world, is Her accusations, scarcely ever sup- that of the scuole. Thefe scuole are ported, were the causes of his suspec houses of charity established for the ting so many of his friends. She education of girls without a fortune, seems to have foured his temper, and to whom the late gives portions, eito have cheriihed that diftruft

, the ther in marriage or to go into a cloysdisease of his imagination, to render ter. Music is one of the principal iaherself more pecessary. It is incredi- lents cultivated amonft these young

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women. Every Sunday, at the churches fome person, they hegan to enjoy of these four scuole, at the vespers, themselves. Ugliness does not banish moters are executed with a grand cho- the graces, and these I discovered. rus acco.npanied by a large orchestra. I laid to myfelf, it is impossible to They are composed and directed by fing without a fuul; these girls certhe chief masters in Italy, and pers tainly have souls. In fiort, iny mode formed in grated galleries only by of thinking made so great an alteragirls, the oldest of whom is not more tion, that I came out of the house than twenty. I have no idea of any perfectly in love with these frights. thing fo voluptuous or so interesting I scarcely dared to return at vefper's, as this music. The riches of the art, but I had something to encourage me. the exquisite taste of the airs, the i continued to find their finging exbeauty of the voices, and the joft. quifite, and their voices embelness of the execution ; every thing liked their features fo well, that in these delicious concerts contri- while they sung I was convinced in butes to produce an impresion which spite of my eyes that they were beauis not perhaps in the best man- tiful.”' ner, but which I believe the heart of In other parts of the work, the no man can refift. Carrio and my- gloom of his mind, a disposition not self never failed being at the velpers uncommon in a man of genius, is too of Mendicanti, and were not conspicuous. From his own account, alone. The church was always full he was unhappy, he was distrusted, of the lovers of music, and the actors envied, and at last perfecuted. All of the opera came to form their taste that he remembers was distressing ; on these excellent models. What every step had been marked by oppodistracted me was those cursed grates, fition, by evils, and by misfortunes which transmitted sounds only, and of a singular kind. His character and concealed those beautiful angels which his heart seen from his confessions to could alone urter them. I spoke of have been torn asunder by fhocks, by nothing else : one day when I was oppression, and by opposition. Never talking on this subject at La Blond's, man appears to have denianded less he replied, If your curiolity to see from mankind; no man flies from fothese little girls is so great, it is easy ciety with such seeming pleasure ; no to gratify it. I'am one of the stew. one feels so well the happiness of livá ards of the house, and shall be happy ing alone.

" When alone, says he, to entertain you with the light." I I have never knows what it is to be never left him in peace till he kept listless, even when inost completely his word: on entering the saloon where idle: my imagination filled

every yathese beauties so eagerly covered were, cancy, and was a one fufficient to emI felt a thivering of love which I ne- ploy me.” Yet, from some strange ver experienced before. M. le Blond contradiction, fron so.ne unaccountpresented in turn these celebrated able fatality, froin some fault of his fingers whose voices and names only own or of others, no one seems to I knew.-Come here Sophia: she was have lived less according to his ower horrible Come Cattina : she had but taste. These volumes give a key to one eye-Here Bettina : the small. his fingularities, to his melancholy, pox had greatly disfigured her : there to his fondness for ret rement. Ges was scarcely one without some great nius, the first present of Heaven to deformity. The cruel wretch laughed mankind, was in him accompanied at my lurprise ; yet two or three ap- by a state of mind which fulli d all peared tolerable, but they only sung prosperity, which exacted a severe pein the choruffes ; I was distracted. nalty for his faine, and overwhelmed During the repast, at the instigation of him with misfortunes, which he atIi

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The Confefrons of J. J. Rousseau. tributed to his superior character. Let the shade and the arms of her friend, us follow him in his narrative after as pure and uncontaminated as the his return from Venice, af:er the re- entered it. Yet let no presentation of the Devin du Village, gine that I was as tranquil and and the Discourse on the Progress of insensible as when converning with Society and Arts. Driven from France, Manon arrd Terefa. I have faid that from Geneva, from Berne, from Bien- at this time it was love ; love in all ne, from Motiere, from Neufchatel, its violence and with all its fury. I received with suspicion in other pla- will not describe the agitations, the ces, obliged to separate from Hume, fhiverings, the palpitations, the conand to quit England, his life was a vulsive motions, nor the faintings, continual emigration. In these events, that I constantly felt. They may his own exquisite sensibility, his jodged of by the effect which the reperverse method of interpreting words collection alone had on me. On go. and actions, were chiefly in fault: to ing near this fpot, I thought of the a diltempered mind the softest music delightful reception which I should becomes the harshest found, and the experience, of the kiss that waited tenderest green an in fupportable glare. my arrival. This kiss alone, this faSuch was the mind of Rousseau : he tal kifs, which was yet distant, fet would be independent ; civility was my blood in such a flame, that my infringing on that independence. He head was giddy, my eyes dim, and would be received with attention, and my trembling knees refused to to neglect him was unpardonable. fupport me. I was even obliged to While his friends were unable to iteer ftop and fit down ; my whole frame between excentricities so fingular and was in an inconceivable disorder; 1 so opposite, his own heart was pained was ready to faint. I arrived-feeble, by reflecting on what appeared the weak, exhaufted, supporting myself misconduct of those to whom he truft- with difficulty ; at the instant I saw ed; and in this state he wrote his her every power was restored, and Confessions. We must forgive him if I felt only, while near her, the imhis ink is tinged with gall, or if his portunity of inexhaustible, but useless colouring is unnatural. He tells us itrength.” Such was the heart of what he did, what he felt, with fim- Rousseau; and in a paroxysm of a fever plicity and with truth. He is more of this kind, he wroie the new Eloise, diffufe and more elevated when he a work which promised very different speaks of those he loved, whose con- events from what it produced. He duet he looked on without prejudice, confesses it with his ufual veracity. and the remembrance of whom he che- We fhall transcribe the paffage : rishes with gratitude.

" Julia, at length appeared, and the The favourites of Rousseau are paint. fentiments of literary men were divide ed in the most flattering colours ; and ed; but in the world there was but when he brings forward too inconfi. one opinion; and the women were derately an amiable woman, in a man. so mach intoxicated with the book and ner that prevents us for a moment with its author, that there was fcarcefrom miftaking his meaning, he pays ly one even in the higheft ranks whom due honour to her viriue, and by all I might not have attempted the conhis eloqueace, endeavours to efface her quest of with success. I have proofs indiscretions, which probably did not of this which I will not transcribe, arise to crimes. “We wre alone, says and which, without the necessity of he, in the grove, by moon-light, and experience, will support my opinion. after two hours of the most tender, What made the women lo partial the most lively conversation, the left to me was, their being persuaded

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that I had written my own history, in my mind for three or four years to and that I was myself the hero of my so great a degree as was never experi. tale.'

enced by any perfon.' Speaking of The complaints of Rousseau against his Lettre fur les Spectacles, he lays his literary cotemporaries are frequent this was the first of my writings and bitter. He had, undoubledly, in which I found the charms of labour, reason to complain of Diderot and for Julia was not yet half finished. Voltaire; but we do not see that Till this time the indignation of virthere are proofs sufficiently strong to tue had held the place of Apollo: juftify his language against any other tenderness and gentleness of foul reignperson. Too much prejudice and too ed on this occasion. We shall next much diftruft blinded jobn James.- give some specimens of his letters. He had no right certainly to reproach It appears that hatred was too hea. the abbé Mably, in his dialogues of vy a burthen for his heart. • If M. de Procion, for having copied from the Voltaire, says he in bis letters, fincere• Social Contract. On a similar sub- ly d fires a reconciliation, I have my ject it was not easy to avoid fimilar arms already open, for of all the Chriideas and expressions ; nor is it fur- ftian virtues, I twear to you, the forprising that every writer had read and giveness of injuries is to me the casiretained some of those employed by est. I will make no advances; that an author of such distinguished emi- would be cowardice; but depend on nence. Mr Hume is treated with e- it, I will meet his in a manner that qual injustice. Rouffeau asked no-. shall be fatisfactory to him. This is thing from bim; Mr Hume was of a hint for your conduct if he should service to him, or withed to be fo, speak to you again on the subje&t.and John James thought only that he A little farther on, he adds, the evil displayed too great oftentation in his that I say of my enemies I speak to services. • Mr Hume, says he, was them in secret ; the good I address to an acquaintance of three months, and the public, and with all my heart.' it did not suit me to be intimate with We shall conclude this article with him. After the first moment of in. some extracts from his letters to the digoation, in which I was not maffer king of Prussia. "Sire, says he, in of myself, I retired peaceably. He his highest tone of pride, I have often wished for a formal rupture, it was abused you; I shall probably abuse necessary to comply with him. He you again. Yet, driven from France, then desired an explanation, I con- from Geneva, from Berne, I am com, sented to it.'

ing to seek an asylum in your king, The only writer of whom John dom. I was in fault not to have tako James spoke with warm admiration is en this itep at first, and this eulogium the abbé de Saint Pierre, who was is one of those of which you are wordead; "the only person since the thy. Sire, I have not deserved any creation who had no other passion but favour from you: I do not ask any. reason. We may compare the abbé But I thought it neceifary to declare in this respect with John James, when to your majesty that I am in your powhe wrote his discourse on the progress er, and that I willed to be so. You of science. My sentiments, lays be, may dispose of me as you please.' rose with the most inconceivable rapi- In another place he writes to Fredity to the level of my ideas. All derick, "Sire, you are my protector the lefser paffions were repressed by and my benefactor, and I have a soul the enthusiasm of truth, of liberty, formed for gratitude. I come to acand of virtue. It is more astonishing quit myself with you if I can. You that this effervescence was supported are willing to give me bread; none of li2

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Account of Rio de Janeiro. your subjects want it. Take from my in your prorress to it. May I fee eyes the sword which dazzles and Frederick the just and the redoubtable which pains them : It has already ex- cover his states with a numerous peoceede! its duty, and the sceptre is ac ple, of which he may be the father, bandoned. The duty of kings of your and J. J. Roufleau, the enemy of flamp' is great, and you are yet far kings, will then come to die at the from the goal, but the iime presies, foot of his throne.! and you have not a moment to lose

Account of Rio de Janeiro.*

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1 O de JANEIRO is said to de- public procellions are frequently made

rive its name from being disco- for that purpose: and the mendicans vered on S: Januarius's day. It is friars, belonging to them, likewise exthe capita' of ihe Portugueze settle- ert themselves in their line. At these ments in South America, and is fitu- proceffions, which are not unfrequent, ated on the west side of a river, cş bay. persons of every age and descriprion Except thai which fion's the wa- allift. They usually take place after ter, the city is surrounded by high it is dark, when those who are joined mountains, of the most romantic form in it are dressed in a kind of cloak, the imagination can fashion to itself adapted to religious purposes, and carany idea. The houses are commonly ry a lanthorn, fixed at the end of a two, and sometimes three stories high, pole of a convenient length ; fo that, of which, even though inhabited by upon these occasions, you fometimes the most wealthy and respectable fa- see three or four hundred moving milie , the lower part is always appro- lights in the streets at the farve time, priated to shops, and to the use of the which has an uncommon and a pleaferranis and Naves, (who are here ex- fing effect. Considerable fums are tremely numerous) the family rather collected by this mode. At the corchusing to reside in the upper part, rer of every street, about ten feet that they might live in a less confined from the ground, is placed the image air. To every house there is a balco- of a faint, which is the object of the ny, with lattice-wo k before it ; and conmon people's adoration. the same before all the windows. The town is well supplied with

The churches are very numerous, water from the neighbouring moun. elegant, and richly decorated ; fome tains, which is conveved over a deep of them are built and ornamented in valley by an aqueduct formed of a modera Ale, and that in a manner arches, of a stupendous height. The which proclaims the genius, taste, principal fountain is close to the fea, and judgment of the architects and in a kind of square near the palace, artists. Two or three of the hand where Ships water at a good wharf, somest are at this time unfinished, or nearly in the same manner as at Tene. repairing ; and they appear to go on riffe, and with equal expedition and þut very slowly, notwithstanding large convenience. On the opposite side of fums are constantly collecting for their the fountain are cocks, from which completion. As they are erected, or the people in the neighbourhood are epaired, by charitable contributions, supplied. This convenient and capi

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