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lity of better fortune quickly lures another to fupply his place.

Such is the life of fquire Blufter; a man in whofe power fortune has liberally placed the means of happiness, but who has defeated all her gifts of their end by the depravity of his mind. He is wealthy without followers; he is magnificent without witneffes; he has birth without alliance, and influence without dignity. His neighbours fcorn him as a brute; his dependents dread him as an oppreffor; and he has only the gloomy comfort of reflecting, that if he is hated, he is likewise feared.

I am, SIR, &c.

VAGULUS.

NUMB. 143. TUESDAY, July 30, 1751.

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-Moveat cornicula rifum
Furtivis nudata coloribus.-

Left when the birds their various colours claim
Stripp'd of his ftolen pride, the crow forlorn

HOR

Should ftand the laughter of the publick fcorn. FRANCIS.

MONG the innumerable practices by which intereft or envy have taught those who live upon literary fame to disturb each other at their airy banquets, one of the most common is the charge of plagiarism. When the excellence of a new compofition can no longer be contested, and malice is compelled to give way to the unanimity of applause, there is yet this one expedient to be tried, by which the author may be degraded, though his work be reverenced; and the excellence which we cannot obfcure, may be fet at such a distance as not to overpower our fainter luftre.

This accufation is dangerous, because, even when it is falfe, it may be fometimes urged with probabihity. Bruyere declares, that we are come into the world too late to produce any thing new, that nature and life are preoccupied, and that description and fentiment have been long exhaufted. It is indeed certain, that whoever attempts any common topick, will find unexpected coincidences of his thoughts. with those of other writers; nor can the niceft judgment always diftinguish accidental fimilitude from

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artful

artful imitation.

There is likewife a common stock of images, a fettled mode of arrangement, and a beaten track of tranfition, which all authors fuppofe themselves at liberty to use, and which produce the resemblance generally obfervable among cotemporaries. So that in books which beft deserve the name of originals, there is little new beyond the difpofition of materials already provided; the fame ideas and combinations of ideas have been long in the poffeffion of other hands; and by reftoring to every man his own, as the Romans must have returned to their cots from the poffeffion of the world, fo the most inventive and fertile genius would reduce his folios to a few pages. Yet the author who imitates his predeceffors only by furnishing himself with thoughts and elegancies out of the fame general magazine of literature, can with little more propriety be reproached as a plagiary, than the architect can be cenfured as a mean copier of Angelo or Wren, because he digs his marble from the fame quarry, fquares his ftones by the fame art, and unites them in columns of the fame orders.

Many fubjects fall under the confideration of an author, which being limited by nature can admit only of flight and accidental diverfities. All definitions of the fame thing must be nearly the fame; and defcriptions, which are definitions of a more lax and fanciful kind, must always have in fome degree that refemblance to each other which they all have to their object. Different poets defcribing the spring or the fea would mention the zephyrs and the flowers, the billows and the rocks; reflecting on human life, they would, without any communication

munication of opinions, lament the deceitfulness of hope, the fugacity of pleasure, the fragility of beauty, and the frequency of calamity; and for palliatives of these incurable miferies, they would concur in recommending kindnefs, temperance, caution, and fortitude.

When therefore there are found in Virgil and Horace two fimilar paffages,

Hæ tibi erunt artes·

Parcere fubjectis, et debellare fuperbos.

To tame the proud, the fetter'd flave to free:
These are imperial arts, and worthy thee.

Imperet bellante prior, jacentem

VIRG.

DRYDEN.

HOR.

Lenis in hoftem.

Let Cæfar fpread his conquests far,
Less pleas'd to triumph than to spare.

it is furely not neceffary to fuppofe with a late critick that one is copied from the other, fince neither Virgil nor Horace can be fuppofed ignorant of the common duties of humanity, and the virtue of moderation in fuccefs.

Cicero and Ovid have on very different occafions remarked how little of the honour of a victory belongs to the general, when his foldiers and his fortune have made their deductions; yet why fhould Ovid be fufpected to have owed to Tully an obfervation which perhaps occurs to every man that fees or hears of military glories?

Tully obferves of Achilles, that had not Homer written, his valour had been without praise.

Nifi Ilias illa extitiffet, idem tumulus qui corpus ejus contexerat, nomen ejus obruiffet.

Unless the Iliad had been published, his name had been loft in the tomb that covered his body.

Horace tells us with more energy that there were brave men before the wars of Troy, but they were loft in oblivion for want of a poet.

Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona
Multi; fed omnes illachrymabiles
Urgentur, ignotique longâ

Note, carent quia vate facro.

Before great Agamemnon reign'd,

Reign'd kings as great as he, and brave,
Whofe huge ambition's now contain'd

In the small compass of a grave:

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In endless night they fleep, unwept, unknown:
No bard had they to make all time their own.

FRANCIS.

Tully enquires, in the fame oration, why, but for fame, we disturb a fhort life with fo many fatigues?

Quid eft quod in hoc tam exiguo vitæ curriculo et tam brevi, tantis nos in laboribus exerceamus?

Why in so small a circuit of life should we employ ourselves in fo many fatigues?

Horace enquires in the fame manner,

Quid brevi fortes jaculamur ævo

Multa?

Why do we aim, with eager ftrife,
At things beyond the mark of life?

FRANCIS.

when our life is of fo fhort duration, why we form fuch numerous defigns? But Horace, as well as

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