to just knowledge, they make deeper required to bring to effect that entire way into error

or that, with the adaptation ? Much may be demanded truth which they find, and in which of ourselves : but time is necessary, so far they must consent, they should slowly fulfilling the processes of naeach blend enough of separate error to ture, and changing our minds themhold them all in variance with one selves. Could we wonder, if that another?

knowledge, which shall guide in inWhat if there be no evidence tellectual and moral light the steps for truth but that which becomes of our lives, be hard and slow to be apparent to each man within him- won ? We need feel no distrust then, self, in his own thoughts, in his own no anxiety, no dejection, though our being? It is possible it is not incon- first endeavours reap little success,sistent with any ascertained nature of though the strong effort of our souls our faculties, to believe that such be baffled,—though our overstrained must be the evidence of truth,—that sight find darkness. If strong will, it must arise and be formed within and powerful thought, unite their the individual mind. If so, it is in- force in vain, time, perhaps, shall communicable, and the inability of bring to gentle solicitations what they philosophy to furnish it is justified. could not wrest from him. It is The evidence of truth,—what is it but desirable, that knowledge so high the mind's own assured recognition of and great, in which our spirits shall truth ? An act, then, of consciousness, live in light, which shall embrace, and just, because the state of mind in cherish, and sustain all our faculties, which that act arises is just. Acts of should be granted, not to the will's inthe mind, states, properties, or pow- tensest passion, nor to the giant graspers which it owes to its state,-all ings of thought, but to long-continued seems to refer directly to the mind, faithful desire, to the patient love of and to nothing else. The reception, the soul. It is yielded as a fruit to laknowledge, intelligence, discernment, bour--not as a spoil to power. It is acquisition, production of truth; can a work growing to perfection, under they have any distinct origin, pro- a diligent hand in long life,-a form perty, essence, seat, from that assur- of beauty slowly accomplishing-coned recognition of truth which is its ceived, beloved, but yet unrealized ; own evidence ? Are they separable to but still softening, glowing, breathing our apprehension ? Have they not ale more and more, and its various beauty most identity ? Are they not all one still more and more blending into one. power, more or less matured, more It may lie within ourselves;—where passive, or more in action ? That glow- else have the wise of all times ever ing consciousness of pure just feeling sought it? The teachers of all nations, in a spotless heart, is it another truth —the sages whose wisdom has rested from that which is calm, and bright, upon the people among whom they and clear, in the wisdom that has ful- sprung, --has become incorporated with filled its years ? Is there truth, in any the history of man,—has flowed down kind, that the mind can know, of like a mighty river through the regions which it must not be the source to it- of time, rolling its calm deep waters, self? Then all we seek is near. Yet for ever a power of life to the earth, so near, inseparable, co-existent, it they have told us, where wisdom was still seems as if it might not be attain- to be found. They drew from their ed but in long, slow, difficult, toil- own deep spirit. They have left us some acquisition. And is not that also their lesson and their example. The possible? For though the mind in fountain which they opened wells in which truth will spring is given us, every breast; it springs like life to yet the state is not given us. What to each man within himself. the growth shall be with which that Look then within. There dwells mind must teem is in our own choice, the life of truth; there only may it -is not assigned at least in the capa- be sought. But how? What is the cities of the mind, which are free to process? How shall the poor doubting good and ill. And if there is some- inquirer, who longs for truth, and is thing to be produced that requires an told to bend his eyes inward and search entire state of adaptation in the mind, there-how shall he begin his unceris it not probable and reasonable that tain eventful search ? Let him turn time, and more than time, should be again to the masters, of wisdom! Let him ask of those who have studied blindly, within her own precincts, has her ways, to whose feet her paths are she seen it fight with the fearful powers known. If they cannot save him the it cannot overcome. It knows no awe, labour of the pursuit,-if they cannot -it will know no subjection. It would confer truth, --let them aid him at lift the veil of mystery,it would least with their counsels. If they con- pierce the cloud that wraps invisible strain him to enter the perilous laby- presence,-it will tread on holy ground, rinth, let them guide him by their --it will gather interdicted fruit. She knowledge,- let him not be lost in fears, when it will not fear. Therethe very entrance.

fore has she refused her earnest supHow shall he begin ?--Even as he plicant: She has repelled a lawless or must seek all that is to be found with- vain desire, and turned back the inin himself, in sincerity of purpose quirer on himself. From their dwelland simplicity of desire. If this being-places of peace, the quiet homes not a light, there is no light for us. in which nature had cast their lives, We are the offspring of chance, and her pilgrims break forth, in restless the wanderers of darkness.

desire, to seek afar her seats of inAnd is this all that philosophy can spiration. They bring to her shrine, do? This all she can teach? When in unquiet hearts, their vain wild her willing pupil looks up to her with wishes, and their eager daring solicitreverend and supplicating eyes, seek- ings of hidden power. For them, on ing in her countenance the light of his her temple's front, above its awful life,-is it all she will do, to shroud gates, to meet their approach and first her face, and turn her hand away, and salutary gaze, she has inscribed, in leave him to himself? To throw back pity and in mild rebuke, her only willthe beggar upon the resources of his ing answer,--her one clear faithful penury? Tot rust the benighted wan- oracle,-her grade Esauroi. Let them derer to the guidance of his own light understand the gentle warning, and malas ! to his own darkness ?

bethink them ere they press within True philosophy leaves man to him- the sanctuary to wrest from her reself. And what then? Is that to desert luctant lips more dubious responses, him? To tell him that what he seeks words dark with truth that shall avail from her he brings with him,—that in- but to confound them in their own digent as he deems himself, he is lord illusions. of unknown wealth,—that for the She does not leave him to himself; darkness of his steps there is a light but thoughtfully, tenderly, with grawithin himselfma mysterious light cious awe, she stays his forward impathat waits but his will to shine ? And tient zeal. In the


of suspended what if she then dismiss him ? Shall expectation she holds up for a moment she not allot her own favours, and her mirror to his sight, a mirror that judge the measure of her own bounty? shews him the world of her dominionWhat if she know too well the impe- a glorious world within himself. She tuous spirit, and would but guard it calls back the spirit to still self-confrom its own harm? She knows the sciousness, revealing in it a gladness of spirit, its powers, and its will; its inward life,-hopes springing pure and bounded powers, its illimitable will. innocent from a softened heart. GentShe knows that strong, impatient, un- ly she raises him whom she had gently governable spirit, which will not know abashed; and then she leaves him, itself. She has seen it from the be- to be for ever after an accompanying ginning contending with the limita- presence around his steps,-felt but tions of nature, with the laws of its unbeheld, -- visiting his spirit with hidbeing,-high-gifted and high-destin- den impulses,-charming, with her ed, yet foregoing its powers, and re- continual power, his varying life,-and nouncing its destination, to grasp at blending, in his heart, her power of impossible existence. Shall she grant truth with its own pure life of innoto this spirit to choose its own course, cence and peace. its own measure of knowledge ? Shall Is there such a favoured pupil ? The she, the guardian of the treasures of time shall come when he shall be the truth, yield them up but at the chal- priest of her temple and the minister lenge of this invader? Shall she, the of her altar,—when all her sanctuary friend, the tutelary genius of this shall be his own, and neither veil nor spirit's self, aid it to perish by its own cloud shall intercept their perpetual self-confounding will? How wildly, communion.


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But this, to us, is nothing. This truth any thing that is here? I am a is not our lot. If we shall know creature living to joy and pain. Do I truth, we must know it partially, im- know even what gives me joy or pain ? perfectly, with many interruptions. what gave them yesterday perhaps, We have heard another call. We have and will give them to-morrow? But a necessity that we must obey. We do I know what my capacities are for have a work to perform,-a servitude to joy and pain ? or what there is in this be accomplished, -functions to which world in which I breathe adapted to our powers are bound. We have a fill them ? in this overflowing inexlife set before us, and the path on haustible world in which I feel that I which we tread prescribes our steps. am unsatisfied ? I have a life which I But amidst these avocations, under fulfil as a slave; and I have a power this bondage of necessity, and in the of life in which I should be sovereign conflict and toil of life, we require and free. What is it? and where shall truth ; and truth, in some degree,-to I find it? Surely in myself only, who some effect,-to the enlargement of Am what I desire to know. But how our peace, and to some acquisition of shall I direct my thought to this inpower,— we are able to obtain ; and quisition? How begin my search? How the question of moment to us is, how shall I lay hold upon that knowledge, shall we begin to seek it ?

of which this inward life,-my whole If we are to seek it within ourselves, complicated, immeasurable, unorderit is some encouragement that the field ed, unintelligible life,-may furnish of inquiry at least is always at hand. the materials? I know them, I can If all that is required to direct the find them well in my painful, passionsearch be clear purpose and pure de- ate, memory,–I can heap together sire, the means are not difficult to the their incongruous mass :-—But what is understanding, if they should prove the potent alchemy to which they shall so to the will.

yield their hidden essence, and breathe But what does it mean, to seek up the pure being of truth? truth within ourselves ? What truth? Within myself I must seek, I canWhy, that truth which all men seek; not doubt it. Shall others tell me that truth, the understanding of which what is there? Or if the words of their is wisdom, and which, blended in wisdom are borne by my ear, what is our lives, is peace, and liberty, and it that shall arrest them as they pass, power.

Let each man understand call them down into my heart, and befor himself. He should know his lieve them? but that spirit which is own need. He remembers little of searching within, which finds evil and the past, if he has not to tell that good that it cannot comprehend, and he has often felt a fearful void in life, leaps as the light darts in,—that shews -an oppressive existence of inexplic- it what it sought? Here let me seek. able evils, -a capacity within himself But what the process of search must of good that was not to be found,- be, -or what the fruits it shall gather, desires and wants of something that -or how or when they shall be yieldreality should give, and does not give ed,—let me leave to discovering time. He seeks therefore for something which How should it be understood by the is to satisfy his understanding and fill poor dark, wavering, perplexed, perhis heart, which shall make stedfast turbed being, who knows only that his unstable life,--bind together his he is unsatisfied ? inconsistent purposes, -give clearness to all the relations of life,--harmony to all the movements of his mind, unity to his being ; that truth which shall be his friend, his monitor, speak

COLIN MʻLAURIN. ing to him at every moment of lifecounselling him to do and to leave un- MR EDITOR, done.

I SEND you an Original Letter from We find within ourselves conflicts, the celebrated Colin MʻLaurin, writtumults, changes of passion, fluctuat- ten at the time he was private tutor in ing thoughts, desires, loves, fears, joys, a gentleman's family in Argyllshire. oppressions of sorrow and pain, a whole As the envelope is wanting, it does world moving within ourselves, in an- not appear to whom it was addressed. swering motion to an external life. Is




stantly here, and in these antient scenes

solely reigns and retired works. I am very sensible

correspondence But in the variable Human Mind from a most retired corner in the coun- we do not want our novelties and try can be of no value or delight to curiosities. I know you love Naone ever midst the brightest and most tural History and that especially of Improving Company. Tho' I cannot Men and Characters. Since I have but have these thoughts, yet it is an now and in my first Letter given some inexpressible satisfaction and relief to account of the place and country, I me any way to communicate with the shall describe two very particular chaplace and visit the Company I love and racters I have met with in this counfeelingly want. I hope therefor tho' I try. The one is very serious the other can communicate nothing of value to as fantastick and comicall. you, yet you will kindly wellcome and Some time ago there served in this receive these views and remembrances family as Gentlewoman to My Ldy of my former delights and Company. I Henriett Campbell, a young woman of refresh myself with the belief, when I the gayest and most jovial (even to review the Golden Dreams of Glas- extravagance) temper one can imagow, that I shall retain them in my gine. She as they express it) with remembrance, when time has bright- her high mirth kept an whole house ened them and worn off all the anxie- stirring; she had been exceeding sera ties that mixed with them. The re- viceable with this temper to my Lady . membrance of summer in winter, of in her refuge in Holland when her youthfull delights in old age, of Para- Husband was oblidged to fly thither dise after the expulsion, and knight er- after 1685.

Yet in these few years, rands in a wilderness meeting their she has been several times taken with mistresses, may something resemble the deepest blackest melancholy to that my condition when thus I forget a half degree that for a long time she would years absence and constant cares a- not speak. She is now under it, and mongst strangers to remember that ease for these two years has not spoken to freedom and past delight I enjoyed any but her Husband and very little then. But to participate with and un- to him scarce more ever than yes or derstand me it were necessary to have no. She is married to the minister of felt and known the same and I believe the Paroch. She has been ever lying tho' I find People take pleasure to tell these two years without any other their dreams, others take no delight in trouble almost. Such influence has it hearing them.

had on her and so killed her mind that News and affairs are the most ordi- last winter when Colonel Campbell nary subjects of correspondence and of (whose sons are Mr Butler's pupils) them this country is as barren as of her Brother whom she particularly corn and plenty. There is nothing had loved, returned after many years new here; the hills stand and the rocks absence, she seemed insensible to him are piled up the same way as they op- and was nothing moved at the sight posed the shock of the flood and have of him. Some pretend 'tis witchcraft since sustained thro'ages of years suc

that troubles her and others give reaeessions of tempests, while under them sons considering the person and her have sprung fountains and streams friends and station I cannot well comthat constantly run with murmurs and municate this way. This temper runs warblings as 'ancient as the world it much in blood, and her father who self and have given drink to far dist- was an excellent minister here was ant generations of animals, while suc- lyable to some melancholy damps and ceeding generations of grass and woods sometimes would shun speaking for are nourished by them, descended by some weeks. I have insisted on this an exact lineal descent from that which because I think it a

remarkable first clothed the world, and at its na- experiment anent the passions and their tivity raised the songs of morning balance, considering her change from stars, and has given food since to dist- high extravagant chearfullness such ant generations of animals of as ancient a melancholy; which confirms that clans as the oldest Inhabitants. Thus the extremes in passions are most easiyou see there is nothing new or changes ly convertable and shews that proporhere'; for nature has ever held an un- tion obtains much in this balance. I disputed and uninvaded sway con- think this horrible instance may be


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usefull to caution against the least en- fumes of brewing, baking and cooking couragement of that black passion, have made him the most fantastick which I think company not the secur- vain yet something gentle fellow ever est remedy against, but rather the fill- heard of. ing the vacancies of our minds with If I did not know you are curious the highest degree of those noble ar- in such characters I would not have dors and affections to the good of man- insisted so long on this, which I look kind and of doing good and gallant on as a very great curiosity: there are actions which may enlarge and culti- innumberable flights of his which are vate and exalt our minds and keep only ridiculous and absurd when rethem still keen and bright.

lated but most diverting when heard After this melancholy account I am from himself, such as his exploits, and not disposed to give a suitable relation treasures in tuns of gold abroad, and of the living Don Quixot our Cook his flying ships with which he would who having travelled many parts of go to meet the King of Swedeland and Europe, though born in the isle of his intimacy with the foreign Princes. Sky has gathered some real knowledge I have written to you at this time of the world which he in all companys chiefly that I might hear from you by mixes with the strangest fictions on this good and speedy occasion. If it taking occasion to extoll some won- be pleasant to me to write it must be drous exploits of his own which he re- much more delightful to hear from lates with that assurance and constan- you and I was disappointed in my exa cy and eagerness that all think he be- pectations to hear from you. when I lieves them himself at least. His fa- wrote last. I sent you about the end mily he tells us is 372 years 5 moneths of March a long Letter chiefly on En12 days &c. old. His humour and thusiasm. I know not if you got it. talk is constantly imaginary and so If


have I have double demand on fertile is his invention that every day you. You will excuse my confused some new flight surprises us : He and inaccurate way of writing, being could never read, yet the other day he much of the time amongst noise and seriously lamented to me he had got company. Wishing you all health a pair of the finest spectacles broken and joy and good things I am sir your to him in the kitchen shortly after he Faithful friend & Humble Servant, came here and could never get any pleas

COLIN MʻLAURIN. ed and fitted him since so that he be- Lochgare May 8 1717. lieved he had not read four times since he came here ; yesterday he took me aside and after many compliments for my care of his friend (my pupill) he told me he was about to leave us, that he needed not serve the best in Brị. We can imagine nothing more de. tain he had enough of his own Hạng plorable than the degradation of gehim if he could not live on 4000 merks nius by the spirit of party, One a-year. He has got many Spanish would think, that, to a noble soul, airs about him and by his perpetual there could be little difficulty in predrinking and ranting I believe he does serving, within its inmost sanctuary, dream these things he tells us. He undisturbed and unstained by all says always he would not lie for the mean and paltry feelings, those primal world ; He is the sport of the country and universal principles which constiand the gentlemen all think him a tute honour, virtue, and truth. AcJewell. He is an excellent skillfull cordingly, the Master Spirits of the cook and there is some ground for the world have, with some fatal excepgreat accounts he gives of himself his tions, kept high above, and aloof from, power and riches abroad, for we hear the debasing influence of party. Those that he was esteemed there and valu- mighty and gigantic intellects that ed for his skill, having served the have come constantly into concussions Duke of Wittenberg and afterwards during the whole of their political General Cuningham. He married an Irish gentlewoman who is now my * The Fudge Family in Paris. Edited Ld Presidents Stewart but she will by Thomas Brown the Younger, Author of not hear of him now. In short, this the Twopenny Post-Bag. 8vo. pp. 168. travelling with his drinking and the Longman, &c. London. 1818. Vol. III.



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