THE CITIZEN OF THE WORLD. THE EDITOR'S PREFACE. The schoolmen had formerly a very exact way of computing the abilities of their saints er authors. Escobar, for instance, was said to have learning as five, genius a four, and gravity as seven. Caramuel was greater than he. His learning was tight, his genius as six, and his gravity as thirteen. Were I to estimate the merits of our Chinese Philosopher by the same scale, I would not hesitate to state his genius still higher; but as to his learning and gravity, these, I think, might safely be marked as nine hundred and ninety-nine, within one degree of absolute frigidity. Ya, upon his first appearance here, many were angry not to find him as ignorant as a Tripoline ambassador or an envoy from Mujac. They were surprised to find a man born so far from London, that school of prudence and wisdom, endued even with a moderate capacity. They expressed the same surprise at his knowledge that the Chinese do at ours. "How comes it," said they, "that the Europeans, so remote from China, think with so much justice and precision? They have never read our books, hey scarcely know even our letters, and yet they talk and reason just as we do." The ruth is, the Chinese and we are pretty much alike. Different degrees of refinement, and not of distance, mark the distinctions among mankind. Savages of the most site climates have all but one character of improvidence and rapacity; and tutored actions, however separate, make use of the very same methods to procure refined tajoyment. But The distinctions of polite nations are few; but such as are peculiar to the Chinese pear in every page of the following correspondence. The metaphors and allusions are all drawn from the East. Their formality our author carefully preserves. Many of their favourite tenets in morals are illustrated. The Chinese are always concise; wuhe. Simple; so is he. The Chinese are grave and sententious; so is he. a one particular the resemblance is peculiarly striking: the Chinese are often dull; and so is he. Nor has my assistance been wanting. We are told in an old romance of a certain knight-errant and his horse who contracted an intimate friendship. The are most usually bore the knight; but, in cases of extraordinary dispatch, the knight |returned the favour, and carried his horse. Thus, in the intimacy between my author and me, he has usually given me a lift of his eastern sublimity, and I have sometimes given him a return of my colloquial ease. Yet it appears strange, in this season of panegyric, when scarcely an author passes antraised either by his friends or himself, that such merit as our Philosopher's should forgotten. While the epithets of ingenious, copious, elaborate, and refined are lavished among the mob, like medals at a coronation, the lucky prizes fall on every side, but not one on him. I could on this occasion make myself melancholy, by considering the capriciousness of public taste, or the mutability of fortune; but during this fit of morality, lest my reader should sleep, I'll take a nap myself, and when I awake tell him my dream. Several booths I imagined the Thames was frozen over, and I stood by its side. were erected upon the ice, and I was told by one of the spectators, that Fashion Fair was going to begin. He added, that every author who would carry his works there might probably find a very good reception. I was resolved, however, to observe the humours of the place in safety from the shore; sensible that ice was at best precarious, an having been always a little cowardly in my sleep. Several of my acquaintance seemed much more hardy than I, and went over t ice with intrepidity. Some carried their works to the fair on sledges, some on cart and those which were more voluminous were conveyed in waggons. Their temeri astonished me. I knew their cargoes were heavy, and expected every moment the would have gone to the bottom. They all entered the fair, however, in safety, an each soon after returned, to my great surprise, highly satisfied with his entertainme and the bargains he had brought away. The success of such numbers at last began to operate upon me. If these, cried meet with favour and safety, some luck may, perhaps, for once attend the unfortunat I am resolved to make a new adventure. The furniture, frippery, and fireworks China have long been fashionably bought up.. I'll try the fair with a small cargo Chinese morality. If the Chinese have contributed to vitiate our taste, I'll try how fu they can help to improve our understanding. But, as others have driven into th market in waggons, I'll cautiously begin by venturing with a wheelbarrow. Thi resolved, I baled up my goods, and fairly ventured; when, upon just entering the fair I fancied the ice, that had supported an hundred waggons before, cracked under m. and wheel-barrow and all went to the bottom. Upon awaking from my reverie with the fright, I cannot help wishing that th pains taken in giving this correspondence an English dress had been employed i contriving new political systems, or new plots for farces. I might then have take my station in the world, either as a poet or a philosopher, and made one in those litt societies where men club to raise each other's reputation. But at present I belong t no particular class. I resemble one of those animals that has been forced from it forest to gratify human curiosity. My earliest wish was to escape unheeded throug life; but I have been set up for half-pence, to fret and scamper at the end of my chain Though none are injured by my rage, I am naturally too savage to court any friend by fawning, too obstinate to be taught new tricks, and too improvident to mind wha may happen. I am appeased, though not contented. Too indolent for intrigue, and too timid to push for favour, I am— -But what signifies what am I? Merchant in London. Amsterdam. To Mr. SIR,-Yours of the 13th instant, covering two bills, one on Messrs R. and D., value £478 10s., and the other on Mr- value £285, duly came to hand, the former of which met with honour, but the other has been trifled with, and I am afraid will be returned protested. The bearer of this is my friend, therefore let him be yours. He is a native of Honan in China, and one who did me signal services, when he was a mandarine, and I a factor, at Canton. By frequently conversing with the English there he has arned the language, though entirely a stranger to their manners and customs. yours, &c. LETTER II. From Lien Chi Altangi to Merchan in Amsterdam. London. FRIEND OF MY HEART,-May the wings of peace rest upon thy dwelling, and the shield of conscience preserve thee from vice and misery! For all thy favours accept my gratitude and esteem. the only tributes: poor philosophic wanderer can return. Sure, fortune is resolved to make me unhappy, when she gives others a power |