dent, and the rich reward for the labour in their acquifition, are fo ably pointed out by Dr. Barrow, in his late and excellent effay on education, that the paffage, which is here transcribed, ought to be known and accepted with gratitude by every youth, who afpires to literary diftinction. Legat, qui nunquam legit; quique legit, bis, terque relegat.

"The study of the claffics, from the first application to the tenfes and declenfions of their language, to the last perufal of their fublimeft poetry, is admirably calculated to employ, to enlarge, and to improve all the faculties of the human mind. The habits of application, indeed, which these studies require, are valuable in every point of view. They equally prepare the youth for the immediate acquifition of science, and the future transactions of life; for the pursuit of wisdom, and the practice of virtue.

"That the memory is continually strengthened by exercise is univerfally admitted; and that it is in a great degree formed and created by it, has fometimes been plaufibly maintained. The repetitions of the fchool-boy, therefore, are intended, not merely to affift him in the acquifition of a language, by fixing a given number of its words in his mind; but to augment and improve the faculty, on which his future knowledge muft depend.

"The imagination is perhaps originally formed, and it is certainly enriched, by the accumulation of ideas in the mind; and claffical literature not only furnishes many, which cannot elsewhere be found; but, while it enlarges the number, corrects and regulates the ftores which it supplies. Of all our faculties, indeed, our taste appears to derive from this fource the greateft improvement. By employing fo much time and attention upon the polished models of compofition, left us by the scholars of antiquity, the most elaborate and the most elegant works, which human ingenuity is known to have produced, the mind acquires a ftandard of judgment, an intuitive perception of beauties and defects, which can by no other means be obtained; and which, when once poffeffed, cannot afterwards be loft. Upon this, indeed, depends, in a great degree, our fenfibility to literary excellence; much of the pleasure, with which we are

afterwards to read; and not a little of the ability, with which we are to write.

"The study of the claffics muft naturally be the best foundation for the study of languages in general. The knowledge of one grammar will always facilitate the acquifition of another; and the languages in queftion not only poffefs the greatest regularity and precifion in their grammatical structure, but have the additional advantage of being no longer fubject to fluctuation or corruption. Securely depofited in the monuments, which the fages of antiquity have erected, the reward of the benefits to be derived from them to all future ages will be the immortality they have deferved. What theory would teach us to expect, is found by experience to be true, that he who is already acquainted with the Greek and Roman tongues, attains, thofe of the modern nations of Europe, with an ease and rapidity, which other ftudents have in vain attempted to rival."

SENSIBILITY,

WHEN it proceeds from right principles of taste, and is happily tempered by reafon, is furely one of the most amiable and delighting qualities of the heart. There is yet another kind of fenfibility, which, though at firft view, it may bear a refem blance to the former, cannot fail of foon yielding its nauseous effects, by its filly and untimely operations. In the following lines, extracted from a work* attributed to the Reverend P. Smyth of Oxford, this mockery of taste and fentiment is very justly exposed to ridicule and contempt.

"Hence, Senfibility! fantastic maid,
Of joy and forrow equally afraid;

Why com'ft thou thus to brave a life of ftorm?
So thin thy vefture, and fo frail thy form!
Say, doft thou love by Cinthia's dubious light
Near fome lone tomb to fit a wo-worn sprite;
Charm'd the fad fonnet's melody to hear,
And fmile and fhudder at the midnight air!
Doft thou delight o'er nature's vivid scene
To caft the yellow tints of fickly fpleen!

• A volume entitled Rhyme and Reason.

Go, impotent of body and of mind,

Thy aching temples with the night-shade bind;
Hafte to the hermit's and the friar's cell,

There on your felf-taught woes in rapture dwell;
There useless to a world you thus deplore,
Join in his fighs, and add one blockhead more:
There, for yourself, pour forth this pray'r to heav'n—
That fins of difcontent may be forgiv❜n."

THOU ART A CRITIC!

KNOWEST thou more than he, whofe merits thou attemptest to decide? Haft thou genius more improved, or taste more refined than he, whom thou calleft dull and infipid? Will a plan of thy own devifing be more efficacious? will truth more amiably, or impreffively come from thy pen, or can thy imagi amend nation more plaufibly theorize? Canft thou, in any way, the work of him, whom thou reproveft? If thou canst not conscientiously affirm these interrogations; who made thee a judge of what thou knoweft not, and of what thou canst not perform→→ thou hypocrite of the firft magnitude!

SEE YONDER SOLEMN FOF!

HE and you were once in the fame condition; and there, by his conduct, he confeffed you to be his equal. Speak to him, and ask why he ftalks thus haughtily before you? He, with a look of difdain, fays he is above you; he has more money, better apparel, and a higher parentage than you poffefs. He alfo fwears, that he is handsomer than you, and is more beloved by certain frail mortals, whom he calls ladies. He farther infifts, that he oftener gets drunk, talks more foolishly, and blafphemes more genteelly than you ever did, or ever can do, He damns your learning and your virtue, and then ftruts on. A ftorm frolics, and his fhips are funken. A fire sports, and his treasure is diffipated. A wind blows, and his fields are blighted. All his profpects are withered! Where are his friends? Alas, what is he now !

THE ANTHOLOGY.

Original Poetry.

ADDRESS TO SLEEP..

IN oblivion's quiet reign,

Night has now with leaden chain Bound the angry fiends of toil; While round fhe cafts a pitying frown, Sweet peace regains her lovely crown, And fretful cares recoil.

Come at this thy wonted hour,
Genial fleep, oft dreaded power!
Deathlike! thee I hail with joy.
With spells arreft the fright'ning train,
That follow life's wild race of pain,
And foothing charms employ.

Oft thou fhunn'st the timid breast,
Or in deepen'd horror dreft,
Com'ft where guilt, of gorgon mien,
Is, with her countless Elfin fwarm,
That vainly change their hideous form,
By quicken'd confcience feen.

Yet, while adverfe thunders dart
Livid terrors to the heart,
Thine approach is ever dear,
Where'er, by fortitude fuftain'd,
The feraph, virtue, rule has gain'd,
Though death be in thy rear.

Under thy expanded veil

Tent me from life's chilling gale;
Strengthen'd I again will steer

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Along this flinty, defert road,

While innocence relieves my load,

Eftrang'd to fhame and fear.

ESPER.

PURITY OF THOUGHT,

THE CONSUMMATION OF PUREST PLEASURES.

WILL Flora fhed her lively bloom,

Or zephyr breathe its rich perfume,

When winter clothes the earth with fnow,
And bids the northern tempeft blow?

Will cherub peace her charms impart,
Or fmiling pleafure cheer the heart,
When guilty thoughts infeft the foul,
That owns not virtue's mild control ?

Beneath the heat of vernal skies,
The flow'ret's charms are taught to rife
Within the tranquil pious breast
Alone will guiltless pleasure rest.

Vainly our fleeting hours we wafte
In fearch of joys, we ne'er can taste,
Unless we lean on virtue's fide,
And follow where her counfels guide.

In diffipation's giddy round,
No pure enjoyment e'er is found;
There vice with fyren voice beguiles,
And lures to ruin with her fmiles.

But fweet the pleasures of the mind,
To purity of thought inclin'd;
Its living luftre ne'er will fade,
Though fortune frown, or age invade,

For when misfortune fpreads her gloom,
Beneath the fhade, its charms will bloom;