ADDENDA. VOL. I. P. 557, 1. 4.-As when one of the sister wood-nymphs, wandering through fresh woodlands and sequestered fields, is induced by the pure stillness and the cool shade to stretch herself on the green margin of a fountain; whilst bending face-forward, she hangs over the watery mirror, she wonders to see a nymph of a sudden come to meet her as she stoops. Then, playfully sporting with her sister, she observes that the nymph has the same limbs and countenance as herself, takes the same step, and retreats with her to the wood. She recognises herself in the wave. So, in the internal sense, the mind puts in motion the images of things, and consciously observes its own aspects.-Gray. VOL. III. P. 214, 1. 30.-In surveying from a distance the planet we inhabit, what do we behold? The faults and errors of men. Here is a synod, there a divan. We shall see the Mufti, the Dervis, the Imaun, the Bonze, the Lama, the Talapoin, the Pope, the ancient Rabbis, and the European Abbés, our monks, prelates, doctors in congregation. Are you dogmatical and disputatious, my friend? Pray travel.-Rulhiere. VOL. IV. P. 85, n. 1, c. 2, 1. 9.—Nor is it necessary that thou shouldst cram thyself with grammatical trifles, and weary in gloomy schools. Nor needest thou be disturbed by a barbarous phrase, or a solecism heedlessly breaking from a stammering tongue. It is a degradation of sacred mysteries to force them under the yoke of grammatical halters.-Buchanan. P. 130, n. 1, l. 1.-Presently, when the thick ranks are spread out wide throughout the smaller circle, and press in crowds on the goal, debarring easy access, the rolling ball is more cautiously launched, and lightly insinuates itself among them. If the player sees it creeping lazily along, and its motion suddenly languish, he presses on its track from behind with anxious attention, chides its lingering, and hangs over the running orb. That he may not lose his credit as a player, he blames the uneven ground, and a knotty protuberance in the way. Nor can a laugh be restrained when a very bad shot is made, or the lead carries the bowl too far one way, and the inwrought bias draws it from the right course. Then the thrower breaks out into insane ejaculations, and, twisting himself in all directions, inveighs against imaginary defects and abuses the bowl. It, however, despises this absurd indignation, and pursues its way, unmoved and deaf to all complaints.-Addison. P. 171, 1. 24.-All men are bad! So say these hateful souls, that set of false men and women, the agreeable gentry, without principles or manners, base and jealous spirits, who assert themselves by despising every one else. In vain do these frightful people, who know neither check nor scruple, attempt to make a jest of benevolence. To chase away this mist, and see clearly that man was not made for wickedness, take counsel of collective mankind, and hear their judgment. Observe at our theatres, when any fine trait of candour or goodness is represented, when soft humanity beams forth in all its brightness, every heart is filled with a pure delight. There it is that you hear the genuine voice of nature.-Gresset. P. 224, n. 1. Labour for glory, nor let sordid gain The noblest wit, I grant, may without blame Should make their Pegasus a tradesman's hack, Boileau. VOL. V. P. 224, 1. 1.-Even as the river in its soft winding shuns the rough angularities of its banks, so, on the contrary, a broken margin and long openings are the finest ornaments of an extensive lake. Here the land advances into the bosom of the waters, there it opens deep recesses for the tide, and thus, invited by a mutual affection, the land and the water solicit each other in turn. These varied aspects entertain your view.-De Lille. P. 244, n. 1, 1. 1.—Each sense, by a happy concurrence, lends to the allied senses mutual help. The verdant margin of the waters heightens, to my sense, the beauty of their murmur; their murmur, again, beautifies their verdure. Smell aids taste, and sight serves smell; the odour of the rose heightens its splendour, and the delicious amber-flavour of the peach makes it seem more savoury to the palate of the eater. Thus love is blessed by a double theft; the hand invites the eye, the eye the hand; and the sweet mouth, where the kiss reposes, has a sweeter fragrance from the rosiness of the lips. Thus all the senses sympathise, and, doubling their pleasures, mutually awaken the desires.-De Lille. P. 246, 1. 18.-Venus lacks nothing, neither lilies nor roses; nor the exquisite mixture of all lovely things; nor that secret charm which captivates the eye; nor that grace which is still more charming than beauty.-La Fontaine. P. 341, n. 1, c. 1, 1. 3.-One must repair to that magic palace, where fine verses, dance, music, the art of charming the eye with colours, the still happier one of enticing hearts, form out of a hundred different pleasures one that is unique.-Voltaire. P. 360, n., c. 1.—Our uncle is a blockhead, who believes his whole talent to lie in an imaginary stock of common sense. A brain of the shallowest, who, holding it as a maxim that a parish squire is a sublime being, entertains you everlastingly with stupid talk about his bench, his cares, and his dignity. You cannot imagine how profoundly he respects himself. Swear by his chateau, of which he is himself the architect. Idiotically taken up with his own doings, possessed with the demon of property, his favour or dislike will be determined by the view you take of all his little domain. First, on arriving, &c. &c.-Gresset. P. 445, 1. 4.-Imagination, prolific enchantress, which does more than merely keep and recollect, retraces the past, anticipates the future, recreates all that has been, and creates all that ought to be; bids the one exist, the other come back to life; and even as the voice of the Eternal called things out of nothing, that which was hitherto non-existent answers to her, Behold me !-De Lille. VOL. VII. P. 85, 1. 1.—Among so many kinds of animals there is not one, except man, which has any knowledge of a God; and among men themselves there is no race so rude or savage, which, even although it be ignorant of what are the proper attributes of Deity, does not, nevertheless, know that a God it should have.-Cicero. |