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With sudden adoration and blank awe ?
And turn it by degrees to the soul's essence,
Second Brother. How charming is divine philosophy!
But musical as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.
OH! 'tis excellent
To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
* There is not, in my opinion, a consideration more effectual to extinguish inordinate desires in the soul of man, than the notions of Plato and his followers upon that subject. They tell us that every passion which has been contracted by the soul during her residence in the body, remains with her in a separate state, and that the soul in the body and out of the body differs no more than the man does from himself when he is in his house or in open air.
happiness, learns to rely with confidence on its own exertions, and gains with greater certainty the power of being happy.
THAT all who are happy are equally happy, is not true. A peasant and a philosopher may be equally satisfied, but not equally happy. Happiness consists in the multiplicity of agreeable consciousness. A peasant has not capacity for having equal happiness with a philosopher. This question was very happily illustrated by the Rev. Mr. Robert Brown, at Utrecht: "A small drinking-glass and a large one," said he, “may be equally full, but a large one holds more than the small."
THE haunts of happiness are varied and rather unaccountable, but I have more often* seen her among little children, and home firesides, and in country houses, than any where else,—at least I think so.
How distant oft the thing we dote on most,
YOUNG. Night Thoughts.
THE FALLACY OF RELYING UPON GENERAL OPINION.
HE that rests upon established consent, as the judgment approved by time, trusts to a very fallacious and weak foundation for we have but an imperfect knowledge of the discoveries in arts and sciences made public in different ages and countries. * Nor is consent, or the continuance thereof, a thing of any great account: for however governments may vary, there is but one state of the sciences: and that will for ever be democratic or popular. But the doctrines of greatest vogue among the people, are either the contentious and quarrelsome, or the showy and empty; that is, such as may either entrap the assent or lull the mind to rest: whence of course the greatest
* If solid happiness we prize,
And they are fools who roam :
From our own selves our joys must flow,
And that dear hut, our home.
COTTON. The Fireside.
geniuses in all ages have suffered violence, whilst, out of regard to their own character, they submitted to the judgment of the times and the populace. And thus, when any more sublime speculations happened to appear, they were commonly tossed and extinguished by the breath of popular opinion. Whence time, like a river, has brought down to us what is light and tumid, but sunk what was ponderous and solid.
And the night shall be fill'd with music,
And the cares that infest the day
And as silently steal away.
CARE, mad to see a man sae happy,
E'en drown'd himsel' amang the nappy ;*
* Cares have commonly very little jurisdiction over the time that is spent
in eating and drinking.
As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure,
BURNS. Tam O'Shanter.
HE that hath seen a great oak dry and dead,
All that which Egypt whilom did devise,
Or Corinth skill'd in curious works to grave;
Was wont this ancient city to adorn,
And heaven itself with her wide wonders fill;
SPENSER. The Ruines of Rome.
ARCHES on arches! as it were that Rome,
As 't were its natural torches, for divine
Should be the light which streams here to illume
Of an Italian night, where the deep skies assume
Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven,
For which the palace of the present hour
Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.
But when the rising moon begins to climb
Its topmost arch, and gently pauses there;
When the stars twinkle through the loops of time,
Heroes have trod this spot-'tis on their dust ye tread. Childe Harold, Canto IV.
WESTWARD, much nearer by south-west, behold!
Where on the Ægean shore a city stands,
Built nobly, pure the air, and light the soil;
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts
City or suburban, studious walks and shades.
Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird
Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long;
Of bees' industrious murmur oft invites
To studious musing; there Ilissus rolls
His whispering stream: within the walls then view The school of ancient sages; his who bred