OLIVER GOLDSMITH'S UFK AND TIMBH, iiu-mi. 1757. or wringing of the hands. Among the lowest of human J3t29. beings he could take his place, as ho afterwardH proved hit* right to sit among the highest, by tho strength of hw affectionate sympathies with tho nature common to nil, And so sustained through the scenes of wretehednenH ho passed, he had done more, though with little eonHeuwKWHH of his own, to achieve his destiny, than if, trnnseendiitju; the worldly plans of wise Irish friends, he had even eluwbered to the bishops' bench, or out-practised tho whole eollege of physicians, The time is at hand in his history, when all this be.euiww clear. Outside tho garret-window of Mr, (IrillttltH, by tho light which the miserable labour of the Monthly Review will let in upon the heart-sick labourer, it may Kcnm bo seen. Stores of observation, of feeling, ami experience, hidden from himself at present, are by that light to bo revealed. It is a thought to carry us through this runv scene of suffering, with new and unaccustomed, hope, Goldsmith never publicly avowed what he had written in the Monthly Review; any more; than tho Roman poet talked of the millstone he turned in bin days of hunger, Men who have been at the galleys, though for no erime of their own committing, are wiser than to brag of the work they performed, there. All he stated wan, that all lit? wrote wn« tampered with by Griffiths or his wife, Smollett hm di-piettni this lady as an antiquated female critic ; and when " Hlitemtn, " bookselling " Griffiths declared unequal war KgwiiHt thut potent antagonist, protesting that the Mnntltly tieview "JJunciad dates from 1727; GtoMsinitlt'e tiintriuulttUun hi CiruU Btrtml ifotv* "from 1767—juut thirty years later; wliioh in «»w «0uornUw». And It « "important to remember that Goldsmith, at thin time hi liw Mwity