He Who, In An Enlightened And Literary

Thus, Then, Stands The Case. It Is Good, That Authors Should Be Remunerated; And The Least Exceptionable Way Of Remunerating Them Is By A Monopoly. Yet Monopoly Is An Evil. For The Sake Of The Good We Must Submit To The Evil; But The Evil Ought Not To Last A Day Longer Than Is Necessary For The Purpose Of Securing The Good.

A Few More Years Will Destroy Whatever Yet Remains Of That Magical Potency Which Once Belonged To The Name Of Byron.

Few Of The Many Wise Apothegms Which Have Been Uttered Have Prevented A Single Foolish Action.

Re: Robert Montgomery's Poems His Writing Bears The Same Relation To Poetry Which A Turkey Carpet Bears To A Picture. There Are Colours In The Turkey Carpet Out Of Which A Picture Might Be Made. There Are Words In Mr. Montgomery's Writing Which, When Disposed In Certain Orders And Combinations,have Made, And Will Make Again, Good Poetry. But, As They Now Stand, They Seem To Be Put Together On Principle In Such A Manner As To Give No Image Of Anything In The Heavens Above, Or In The Earth Beneath, Or In The Waters Under The Earth.

When The Great Kepler Bad At Length Discovered The Harmonic Laws That Regulate The Motions Of The Heavenly Bodies, He Exclaimed: "whether My Discoveries Will Be Read By Posterity Or By My Contemporaries Is A Matter That Concerns Them More Than Me. I May Well Be Contented To Wait One Century For A Reader, When God Himself, During So Many Thousand Years, Has Waited For An Observer Like Myself.