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construction. If any man should affect to see more deeply into my bosom than I profess to see myself; or to detect an ambush of mischief which I have been studious to cover from observation,—that man will be the object
, not of my resentment, but of my pity. I shall be assured that he suffers the infliction of a perverted head or a corrupt heart, and to that I shall contentedly resign him after expressing a simple perhaps, but certainly a sincere wish for his relief from what may justly be considered as the severest of human evils.
I belong to a fallible species, and am, probably, to be numbered with the most fallible of its individuals: but I am superior to fraud, and am too proud for concealment. Truth, religious, moral, and political, is what alone, I profess to pursue; and if I fancied that I discerned this prime object of my regard by the side of the Mufti or the grand Lama, of the wild demagogues of Athens or the ferocious tribunes of Rome, I would instantly recognise and embrace her. As I find her,
however, or find a strong and bright resemblance of her in my own country, I feel that I am not summoned to propitiate duty with the sacrifice of prudence, and that, conscious of speaking honestly, I can enjoy the satisfaction of speaking safely. Without acknowledging any thing in common, but a name, with that malignant and selfish faction which surrendering principle to passion, inflicted, in the earlier periods of the last century, some fatal wounds on the constitution, or with those men, who in later times, have. struggled, in the abandonment of their party and its spirit, to retain its honourable appellation,-) glory as I profess myself to be a WHIG, to be of the school of SOMMERS and of LOCKE, to arrange myself in the same political class with those enlightened and virtuous statesmen, who framed the BILL OF RIGHTS and the Act of SETTLEMENT, and who, presenting a crown, which they had wrested from a pernicious bigot and luis family, to the HOUSE OF HANOVER, gave that most honourable and legitimate of titles,
The general correctness of Mr. Bensley's press has superseded
To the memory of
by the co-operation of whose fine mind and perfect taste
I have been largely benefitted as a writer, and to the contemplation of whose piety and virtues,
the sources of much of my past happiness, I am indebted for all my present consolation,
THIS LIFE OF MILTON;
which, as it grew under his eye,
and was favoured with his regard, cannot be without value in my partial estimation.
On the 23d of May, 1805, before he had completed his twenty-second year, he was torn from my affection and my hopes,
experiencing from his God,
in requital of a pure life,