He Johnson, it need hardly be said, has not Goldsmith's exquisite fineness of touch and delicacy of sentiment. is often ponderous and verbose, and one feels that the mode of expression is not that which is most congenial; and yet the vigour of thought makes itself felt through rather clumsy modes of utterance. Here is one of the best passages, in which he illustrates the vanity of mili tary glory: On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, No dangers fright him and no labours tire; And one capitulate, and one resign: Peace courts his hand, but spreads her charms in vain. The march begins in military state, And Winter barricades the realms of Frost. He comes, nor want nor cold his course delay- Did no subverted empire mark his end? Did rival monarchs give the fatal wound? Or hostile millions press him to the ground f His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress and a dubious hand; He left the name at which the world grew pale, The concluding passage may also fitly conclude this survey of Johnson's writings. The sentiment is less gloomy than is usual, but it gives the answer which he would have given in his calmer moods to the perplexed riddle of life; and, in some form or other, it is, perhaps, the best or the only answer that can be given : Where, then, shall Hope and Fear their objects find? Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate? Must no dislike alarm, no wishes rise? No cries invoke the mercies of the skies? Inquirer cease; petitions yet remain Which Heaven may hear, nor deem religion vain ; But leave to Heaven the measure and the choice Safe in His power whose eyes discern afar These goods for man the laws of Heaven ordain, These goods He grants who grants the power to gain, With these Celestial Wisdom calms the mind, And makes the happiness she does not find. THE END. |