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planted in man a sense of ambition, and a satisfaction arising from the contemplation of his excelling his fellows in something deemed valuable amongst them. It is this passion that creates advantages we all derive in civilized life, and it is this passion also, ill directed, which unfortunately hinders men from granting to Genius its due.

Oh! Genius, art thou to be envied or pitied? Doomed to form expectations the most fanguine, and to meet with disappointments the most mortifying? To indulge towards others the most generous wishes, to receive thyself the most illiberal treatment? To be applauded, admired, and neglected? To be a friend to all, befriended, often, by none? Oh! Thou creative, discriminating power, source of inexpressible delights, and nurse of unknown sensibilities, that perpetuate distress. Fancy shall embody thy form; and visit the grave of Brown, to drop the tear of sympathy, over that ingenious, unfriended, unfortunate physician.






If I have done the world any service, it is due to my industry and patient " thought; for, by having the subject ever in view, new light broke in

upon me by little and little, which at length assumed a more perfect form.”

In a second letter to Dr. Bentley, this philosopher says, “ If I had foreseen

" all the weight of opposition that has arisen against me, I would have left “ to others the pursuit of an empty shadow. Nevertheless the reflec« tion of having extended the knowledge of my fellow creatures, af

fords me some return for the inquietudes ever attendant upon literary 46 eminence.”

From Sir IsaAC NEWTON's Letters to Dr. BENTLEY.

SHALL the great soul of NEWTON quit this earth,
to mingle with his stars; and every muse,
astonish'd into silence, shun the weight
of honours due to his illuftrious name?
But what can Man? Ev’n now the Sons of Light,
in strains high warbled to seraphic lyre,
hail his arrival on the coast of bliss.
Yet am not I deterr'd, though high the theme,
and sung to harps of angels, for with you
Ethereal Flames ! ambitious, I alpire
in Nature's general symphony to join.


ye not listen’d while he bound the suns, and planets, to their spheres ! thi’ unequal talk


of human kind till then. Oft had they rollid
o'er erring man the year, and oft disgrac'd
the pride of schools, before their course was known
full in its causes, and effects, to him
all-piercing sage! who sat not down and dream'd
romantic schemes,
But, bidding his amazing mind attend,
DEEP-SEARCHING, saw at last THE SYSTEM dawn,
and Mine, of all his race, on him alone.

0, ineffable magnificence divine ! O, wisdom truly perfect! thus to call from a few causes such a scheme of things, effects of various, beautiful, and great, an universe complete! And O beloy'd of heaven! whose well-purg'd, penetrating, eye, the mystic veil transpiercing, inly scann'd the rising, moving, wide-establish'd frame, who, while on this dim spot, where mortals toil clouded in duft, from motion's fimple lacus could trace the secret hand of PROVIDENCE wide-working through this universal frame.

What were his raptures then! how pure! how strong! and what the triumphs of old GREECE and ROME by his diminish’d, but the pride of boys in some small fray victorious ! when instead of shatter'd parcels of this earth usurp’d by violence and blood, NATU RE herself ftood, all subdu'd by him, and open laid her

every latent glory to his view.

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far-stretching, snatches from the dark abyssy
or such as farther in successive skies
to fancy shine alone, at his approach
blazed into suns, the living center each
of an harmonious System : all combin'd,
and rul'd uñerring by that fingle power
which draws the stone projected to the ground !

The heavens are all his own; from the wild rule of whirling vortices, and circling spheres, to their first great fimplicity restor’d.

Th' aerial flow of sound was known to him, from whence it first in wavy circles breaks, till the touch'd organ takes the message in.

Nor could the darting beam, Speed immense, escape his swift pursuit, and measuring eye.

Even light itself, which every thing displays, Shone undiscover'd till his brighter mind untwifted all the shining robe of day; and, from the whitening undiftinguish'd blaze, collecting every ray into his kind, to the charm’d eye educ'd the gorgeous train of parent-colours. First the flaming red {prung vivid forth; the tawny orange next; and next delicious yellow; by whose side fell the kind beams of all-refreshing grcen, then the


blue, that swells autumnal skies, ethercal play'd : and then, of sadder hue, emerg'd the deepened Indico, as when the heavý skirted evening droops with froft, while the last gleamings of refracted light dy'd in the fainting violet away.


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