Gm&e. in.] ATTEMPT TO ESCAPE FROM LITEBATUKI,

" united with those of other*. The first awmed piece the world hat erf

u his is entitled an ' Esmy on the present State of Tcute and Literature ML 80.

** * in Europe?—a work -well icorth its weight in diamonds. In thu

K he profoundly explains what learning is, and what learning is not.

fc In this he proves that Uoekheads are not men of wit, <mdy& thai men of

" mt are actually blockheads.

" But as I choose neither to tire my Chinese Philosopher, nor you,
" nor myself, I must discontinue the oration, in order to give you a
" good pause for admiration ; and I find myself most violently disposed
" to admire too. Let me, then, stop my fancy to take a view of my
" future self; and, as the boys say, light down to see myself on horse-
" back. Well, now I am down, where the devil is 1 ? Oh Gods !
u Gods ! here in a garret, writing for bread, and expecting to be dunned
" for a milk-score! However, dear Bob, whether in penury or
" affluence, serious or gay, I am ever wholly thine,

" OLIVER GOLDSMITH.

" Give my—no, not compliments neither, but something . . . most
" warm and sincere wish that you can conceive, to your mother,
" Mrs. Bryanton, to Miss Bryanton, to yourself; and if there be a
" favourite dog in the family, let me be remembered to it."

" In a garret, writing for bread, and expecting to be
" dunned for a milk-score." Such was the ordinary fate
of letters in that age. There had been a Christian religion
extant for now seventeen hundred and fifty-seven years; for
so long a time had the world been acquainted with its
spiritual responsibilities and necessities; yet here, in the
middle of the eighteenth century, was the eminence
ordinarily conceded to the spiritual teacher, to the man who
comes upon the earth to lift his fellow men above its miry
ways. He is up in a garret, writing for bread he cannot
get, and dunned for a milk-score he cannot pay. And age
after age,* the prosperous man comfortably contemplates it,

* " There came into my company an old fellow not particularly smart, so that
" he was easily recognised as belonging to the class of men of letters, whom the
"rich commonly hate. 'I am a poet,,' said he. 'But why, then, so badly
" ' dressed ?' ' For this reason, the love of knowledge never made a man rich.'"
Petronius ; who wrote in the reign of If era. v
** like an Englishman to show his. This may be the subject of the