''aall•iT^' ^(/A«v«an-i\^' A^llBRARYc' %0J|]V0-JO>' OFCAUFOff^ ,^WE-UNIVER5yA *^ — ^^ %89AINf|-3V\V^ ;OiAINll iU ^k ^xMlIBRARYQr .yOJIlV3JO>' J><» i .^OFCALIFO/?^ /iiail-i^'^'' 4^ ';p.^nT// . in^Awrn; •j.jik'ivnjc/x ii « SI UAINIIJVW -'o'Aavflbiiix^' 'VAdvaai) i^' IBRARYOr^ ^OF-CAlIFOff^ ,\WEUNIVERJ//, vvlOSANCFIPj'; ^TiiaoNvsm^ > 1 % 1 Z2 'ER% ^lOSAKi '^/^a3AiNn-5Wv' 5,^^[IBR/> SOl^' '-^'aiAINa^AV' ^6 ^ ^ 5 1 F0% ^OFCAIIF^'" ;',\nilJI\,TDC/ THE LIFE AND LETTERS EDWARD GIBBON HISTORY OF THE CRUSADES. THE ''CHANDOS CLASSICS." THE LIFE AND LETTERS OF EDWARD lGJ BBON WITH IIIS A/ /HISTORY OF THE CRUSADES. 1 -ERB. I TIM REPRINT, WITH COPIOUS INDEX BY W^ J. DAY. LONDON AND NEW YORK FREDERICK WARNE AND CO. jSSo LONDON : OKADhURY AGNEW, & CO., PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS, A? MEMOIRS OF MY LIFE AND WRITINGS. In the fiftj'-second year of my age, after the completion of an arduous and successful work, I now propose to employ some moments of my leisure in reviewing the simple transactions of a private and literary life. Truth, naked unblushing truth, the first virtue of more serious history, must be the sole recommendation of this personal narrative.. The style shall be simple and famiHar; but style is the image of cha- racter ; and the habits of correct writing may produce, without labour or design, the appearance of art and study. My own amusement is my motive, and will be my reward : and if these sheets are communi- cated to some discreet and indulgent friends, they will be secreted from the public eye till the author shall be removed beyond the reach of criticism or ridicule.* A lively desire of knowing and of recording our ancestors so generally prevails, that it must depend on the influence of some common prin- ciple in the minds of men. We seem to have lived in the persons of our forefathers ; it is the labour and reward of vanity to extend the term of this ideal longevity. Our imagination is always active to enlarge the narrow circle in which Nature has confined us. Fifty or an hundred years may be allotted to an individual, but we step forward beyond death with such hopes as religion and philosophy will suggest ; and we fill up the silent vacancy that precedes our birth, by associating ourselves to the authors of our existence. Our calmer judgment will ratlier tend to moderate, than to suppress, the pride of an ancient and worthy race. The satirist may laugh, the philosopher may preach ; but Reason herself will respect the prejudices and habits, which have been consecrated by the experience of mankind. Wherever the distinction of birth is allowed to form a superior order in the state, education and example should always, and will often, produce among them a dignity of sentiment and propriety of conduct, which is guarded from dishonour by their own and the public esteem. If we read of some illustrious line so ancient that it has no beginning, so worthy that it ought to have no end, we sympathize in its various * This passage is found in one only of the six sketches, and in that which seems to have been the first written, and which was laid aside among loose papers. Mr. Gibbon, in his com- munications with me on the subject of his Memoirs, a subject which he had never mentioned lo any other person, expressed a determination of publishing them in his lifetime ; and never appears to have departed from that resolution, excepting in one of his letters annexed, in which he intimates a doubt, though rather carelessly, whether in his time, or at any time, they would meet the eye of the public. In a conversation, however, not long before his death, it was suggested to him, that, if he should make them a full image of his mind, he would not have nerves to publish them in his lifetime, and that they should be posthumous ; — He answered, rather eagerly, that he '.vas determined to publish them in his lifetime. S. 6 PRIDE OF ANCESTRY— VALUE OF BIOGRAPHV. fortunes ; nor can we blame the generous enthusiasm, or even the harmless vanity, of those who are allied to the honours of its name. For my own part, could I draw my pedigree from a general, a states- man, or a celebrated author, I should study their lives with the diligence of filial love. In the investigation of past events, our curiosity is stimulated by the immediate or indirect reference to ourselves; but in the estimate of honour we should learn to value the gifts of Nature above those of Fortune ; to esteem in our ancestors the qualities tliat best promote the interests of society ; and to pronounce the descendant of a king less truly noble than the offspring of a man of genius, whose writings will instruct or delight the latest posterity. The family of Confucius is, in my opinion, the most illustrious in the world. After a painful ascent of eight or ten centuries, our barons and princes of Europe are lost in the darkness of the middle ages ; but, in the vast equality of the empire of China, the posterity of Confucius have main- tained, above two thousand two hundred years, their peaceful honours and perpetual succession. The chief of the family is still revered, by the sovereign and the people, as the lively image of the wisest of man- kind. The nobility of the Spencers has been illustrated and enriched by the trophies of Marlborough ; but I exhort them to consider the " Fairy Queen " as the most pi-ecious jewel of their coronet. I have exposed my private feelings, as I shall always do, without scruple or reserve. That these sentiments are just, or at least natural, I am inclined to believe, since I do not feel myself interested in the cause ; for I can derive from my ancestors neither glory nor shame. Yet a sincere and simple narrative of my own life may amuse some of my leisure hours ; but it will subject me, and perhaps with justice, to the imputation of vanity. I may judge, however, from the experience both of past and of the present times, that the public are always curious to know the men, who have left behind them any image of their minds : the most scanty accounts of such men are compiled with diligence, and perused with eagerness; and the student of every class may derive a lesson, or an example, from the lives most similar to his own. My name may hereafter be placed among the thousand articles of a Biographia Britannica ; and I must be conscious, that no one is so well qualified, as myself, to describe the series of my thoughts and actions. The authority of my masters, of the grave Thuanus, and the philosophic Hume, might be sufficient to justify my design; but it would not be difficult to produce a long list of ancients and moderns, who, in various forms, have exhibited their own portraits. Such por- traits are often the most interesting, and sometimes the only interesting parts of their writings ; and if they be sincere, we seldom complain of the minuteness or prolixity of these personal memorials. The lives of the younger Pliny, of Petrarch, and of Erasmus, are expressed in the epistles, which they themselves have given to the world. The essays of Montaigne and Sir William Temple bring us home to the houses and bosoms of the authors : we smile without contempt at the head- strong passions of Benevenuto Cellini, and the gay follies of Colley Cibber. The confessions of St. Austin and Rousseau disclose the secrets of the human heart; the commentaries of the learned Huet have survived his evangelical demonstration ; and the memoirs of Gol- AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. J doni are more truly dramatic than his Italian comedies. The heretic and the churchman are strongly marked in the characters and fortunes of Whiston and Bishop Newton; and even the dullness of Michael de Marolles and Anthony Wood acquires some value from the faithful representation of men and manners. That I am equal or superior to some of these, the effects of modesty or affectation cannot force me to dissemble. My family is originally derived from the county of Kent. The southern district, which borders on Sussex and the sea, was formerly overspread with the great forest Anderida, and even now retains the denomination of the Weald or Woodland. In this district, and in the hundred and parish of Rolvenden, the Gibbons were possessed of lands in the year one thousand three hundred and twenty-six ; and the elder brancli of the family, without much increase or diminution of property, still adheres to its native soil. Fourteen years after the first appearance of his name, John Gibbon is recorded as the Marmorarius or architect of King Edward the Third : the strong and stately castle of Queensborough, which guarded the entrance of the Medway, was a monument of his skill ; and the grant of an hereditary toll on the passage from Sandwich to Stonar, in the Isle of Thanet, is the reward of no vulgar artist. In the visitations of the heralds, the Gibbons are frequently mentioned ; they held the rank of esquire in an age, when that title was less promiscuously assumed : one of them, under the reign of Queen Elizabeth, was captain of the militia of Kent ; and a free school, in the neighbouring town of Benenden, proclaims the charity and opulence of its founder. But time, or their own obscurity, has cast a veil of oblivion over the virtues and vices of my Kentish ancestors; their character or station confined them to the labours and pleasures of a rural life : nor is it in my power to follow the advice of the poet, in an inquiry after a name, — " Go ! search it there, where to be born, and die, Of rich and poor makes all the histoiy." So recent is the institution of our parish registers. In the beginning of the seventeenth century, a younger branch of the Gibbons of Rol- venden migrated from the country to the city ; and from this branch I do not blush to descend. The law requires some abilities ; the church imposes some restraints ; and before our army and navy, our civil establishments, and India empire, had opened so many paths of fortune, the mercantile profession was more frequently chosen by youths of a liberal race and education, who aspired to create their own independ- ence. Our most respectable families have not disdained the counting- house, or even the shop ; their names are enrolled in the Livery and Companies of London; and in England, as well as in the Italian com- monwealths, heralds have been compelled to declare that gentility is not degraded by the exercise of trade. The armorial ensigns which, in the times of chivalry, adorned the crest and shield of the soldier, are now become an empty decoration, which every man, who has money to build a carriage, may paint according to his fancy on the panels. My family arms are the same, 8 THE ANCESTRY AND ALLIANCES OP THE CIBBONS. which were borne by the Gibbons of Kent in an age, when the College of Heralds religiously guarded the distinctions of blood and name: a lion rampant gardant, between three schallop-shells argent, on a field azure.* I should not however have been tempted to blazon my coat of arms, were it not connected with a whimsical anecdote. — About the reign of James the First, the three harmless schallop-shells were changed by Edmund Gibbon esq. into three ogresses, or female can- nibals, with a design of stigmatizing three ladies, his kinswomen, who had provoked him by an unjust law-suit. But this singular mode of revenge, for which he obtained the sanction of Sir William Seagar, king at arms, soon expired with its author ; and, on his own monument in the Temple church, the monsters vanish, and the three schallop- shells resume their proper and hereditary place. Our alliances by marriage it is not disgraceful to mention. The chief honour of my ancestry is James Fiens, Baron Say and Seale, and Lord High Treasurer of England, in the reign of Henry the Sixth; from whom by the Phelips, the Whetnalls, and the Cromers, I am lineally descended in the eleventh degree. His dismission and impri- sonment in the Tower were insufficient to appease the popular clamour ; and the Treasurer, with his son-in-law Cromer, was beheaded (1450), after a mock trial by the Kentish insurgents. The black list of his offences, as it is exhibited in Shakespeare, displays the ignorance and envy of a plebeian tyrant. Besides the vague reproaches of selling Maine and Normandy to the Dauphin, the Treasurer is specially accused of luxury, for riding on a foot-cloth ; and of treason, for speaking French, the language of our enemies : " Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm," says Jack Cade to the unfortunate Lord, " in erecting a grammar-school ; and whereas before our forefathers had no other books than the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used; and, contrary to the king, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. It will be proved to thy face, that thou hast men about thee, who usually talk of a noun and a verb, and such abominable words, as no christian ear can endure to hear." Our dramatic poet is generally more attentive to character than to history; and I much fear that the art of printing was not intro- duced into England, till several years after Lord Say's death ; but of some of these meritorious crimes I should hope to find my ancestor guilty; and a man of letters may be proud of his descent from a patron and martyr of learning. In the beginning of the last century Robert Gibbon esq. of Rol- venden in Kent (who died in 161 8), had a son of the same name of Robert, who settled in London, and became a member of the Cloth- workers' Company. His wife was a daughter of the Edgars, who flourished about four hundred years in the county of Suffolk, and pro- duced an eminent and wealthy serjcant-at-law, Sir Gregory Edgar, in the reign of Henry the Seventh. Of the sons of Robert Gibbon, (who died in 1643,) Matthew did not aspire above the station of a linen- draper in Leadenhall-street ; but John has given to the public some * The father of Lord Chancellor Hardwiclce married an heirc*;'; of this family of Gibbon, The Chancellor's escutcheon in the Temple Hall quarters the arms of Gibbon, as does also that, in Lincoln's Inn Hall, of Charles York, Chancellor in 1770. S. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIB BOX. g curious memorials of his existence, his character, and his family. He was born on Nov. 3d, 1629; his education was liberal, at a grammar- school, and afterwards in Jesus College at Cambridge: and he cele- brates the retired content which he enjoyed at Allesborough, in Worcestershire, in the house of Thomas Lord Coventry, where John Gibbon was employed as a domestic tutor, the same office which Mr. Hobbes exercised in the Devonshire family. But the spirit of my kinsman soon immerged into more active life : he visited foreign coun- tries as a soldier and a traveller, acquired the knowledge of the French and Spanish languages, passed some time in the Isle of Jersey, crossed the Atlantic, and resided upwards of a twelvemonth (1659) in the rising colony of Virginia. In this remote province his taste, or rather passion, for heraldry found a singular gratification at a war-dance of the native Indians. As they moved in measured steps, brandishing their tomahawks, his curious eye contemplated their little shields of bark, and their naked bodies, which were painted with the colours and symbols of his favourite science. " At which I exceedingly wondered ; and concluded that heraldry was ingrafted naturally into the sense of human race. If so, it deserves a greater esteem than now-a-days is put upon it." His return to England after the Restoration was soon followed by his marriage — his settlement in a house in St. Catherine's Cloister, near the Tower, which devolved to my grandfather — and his introduction into the Heralds' College (in 1671) by the style and title of Blue-mantle Pursuivant at Arms. In this office he enjoyed near fifty years the rare felicity of uniting, in the same pursuit, his duty and inclination : his name is remembered in the College, and many of his letters are still preserved. Several of the most respectable characters of the age, Sir William Dugdale, Mr. Ashmole, Dr. John Betts, and Dr. Nehemiah Grew, were his friends ; and in the society of such men, John Gibbon may be recorded without disgrace as the member of an astrological club. The study of hereditary honours is favourable to the Royal prerogative ; and my kinsman, like most of his family, was a high Tory both in church and state. In the latter end of the reign of Charles the Second, his pen was exercised in the cause of the Duke of ■^'ork : the Republican faction he most cordially detested ; and as each animal is conscious of its proper arms, the heralds' revenge was embla- zoned on a most diabolical escutcheon. But the triumph of the Whig government checked the preferment of Blue-mantle ; and he was even suspended from his office, till his tongue could learn to pronounce the oath of abjuration. His life was prolonged to the age of ninety ; and, in the expectation of the inevitable though uncertain hour, he wishes to preserve the blessings of health, competence, and virtue. In the year 1682 he published in London his Introductio ad Latijiam Blasottiam, an original attempt, which Camden had desiderated, to define, in a Roman idiom, the terms and attributes of a Gothic institution. It is not two years since I acquired, in a foreign land, some domestic intel- ligence of my own family ; and this intelligence was conveyed to Swit- zerland from the heart of Germany. I had formed an acc^uaintance with Mr. La)iger, a lively and ingenious scholar, while he resided at Lausanne as preceptor to the Hereditary Pi'ince of Bi'uns'wick. On his return to his proper station of Librarian to the Ducal Library 0/ 10 JOHN THE HERALD — EDWARD THE MERCHANT. Wolfenbuttel, he accidentally found among some literary rubbish a small old English volimie of heraldry, inscribed with the name oiyohn Gibbon. From the title only Mr. Lang'eriudgedi that it might be an acceptable present to his friend ; and be judged rightly. His manner is quaint and aftected ; his order is confused : but he displays some wit, more reading, and still more enthusiasm: and if an enthusiast be often absurd, he is never languid. An English text is perpetually interspersed with Latin sentences in prose and verse ; but in his own poetry he claims an exemption from the laws of prosody. Amidst a profusion of genealogical knowledge, my kinsman could not be forgetful of his own name ; and to him I am indebted for almost the whole of my information concerning the Gibbon family. From this small work the author expected immortal fame. Such are the hopes of authors ! In the failure of those hopes John Gibbon has not been the first of his profession, and very possibly may not be the last of his name. His brother Matthew Gibbon, the draper, had one daughter and two sons— my grandfather Edward, who was born in the year 1666, and Thomas, afterwards Dean of Carlisle. According to the mercantile creed, that the best book is a profitable ledger, the writings of John the herald would be much less precious than those of his nephew Edward : but an author professes at least to write for the public benefit ; and the slow balance of trade can be pleasing to those persons only, to whom it is advantageous. The suc- cessful industry of my grandfather raised him above the level of his immediate ancestors ; he appears to have launched into various and extensive dealings : even his opinions were subordinate to his interest ; and I find him in Flanders clothing King William's troops, while he would have contracted with more pleasure, though not perhaps at a cheaper rate, for the service of King James. During his residence abroad, his concerns at home were managed by his mother Hester, an active and notable woman. Her second husband was a widower of the name of Acton : they united the children of their first nuptials. After his marriage with the daughter of Richard Acton, goldsmith in Leaden- hall-street, he gave his own sister to Sir Whitmore Acton, of Aldenham ; and I am thus connected, by a triple aUiance, with that ancient and loyal family of Shropshire baronets. It consisted about that time of seven brothers, all of gigantic stature ; one of whom, a pigmy of six feet two inches, confessed himself the last and least of the seven ; add- ing, in the true spirit of party, that such men were not born since the Revolution. Under the Tory administration of the four last years of Queen Anne (1710 — 1714) Mr. Edward Gibbon was appointed one of the Commissioners of the Customs ; he sat at that Board with Prior • but the merchant was better qualified for his station than the poet ; since Lord Bolingbroke has been heard to declare, that he had never conversed with a man, who more clearly understood the commerce and finances of England. In the year 17 16 he was elected one of the Directors of the South Sea Company ; and his books exhibited the proof that, before his acceptance of this fatal office, he had acquired an independent fortune of sixty thousand pounds. But his fortune was ovcr\\'helmed in tlic shipwreck of the year twenty, and the labours of thirty years were blasted in a single day. Of the AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. II use or abuse of the South Sea scheme, of the guilt or innocence of my grandfather and his brother Directors, I am neither a competent nor a disinterested judge. Yet the equity of modern times must condemn the \'iolent and arbitrary proceedings, which would have disgraced the cause of justice, and would render injustice still more odious. No sooner had the nation awakened from its golden dream, than a popular and even a parliamentary clamour demanded their victims : but it was acknowledged on all sides that the South Sea Directors, however guilty, could not be touched by any known laws of the land. The speech of Lord Molesworth, the author of the State of Denmark, may shew the temper, or rather the intemperance, of the House of Commons. "Ex- traordinary crimes (exclaimed that ardent Whig) call aloud for extra- ordinary remedies. The Roman lawgivers had not foreseen the possible existence of a parricide ; but as soon as the first monster appeared, he was sewn in a sack, and cast headlong into the river ; and 1 shall be content to inflict the same treatment on the authors of our present ruin." His motion was not literally adopted ; but a bill of pains and penalties was introduced, a retroactive statute, to punish the offences, which did not exist at the time they were committed. Such a per- nicious violation of liberty and law can be excused only by the most imperious necessity ; nor could it be defended on this occasion by the plea of impending danger or useful example. The legislature restrained the persons of the Directors, imposed an exorbitant security for their aj^pearance, and marked their characters with a previous note of igno- miny : they were compelled to deliver, upon oath, the strict value of their estates ; and were disabled from making any transfer or alienation of any part of their property. Against a bill of pains and penalties it is the common right of every subject to be heard by his counsel at the bar : they prayed to be heard ; their prayer was refused ; and their oppressors, who required no evidence, would listen to no defence. It had been at first proposed that one-eighth of their respective estates should be allowed for the future support of the Directors ; but it was speciously urged, that in the various shades of opulence and guilt such an unequal proportion would be too light for many, and for some might possibly be too heavy. The character and conduct of each man were separately weighed ; but, instead of the calm solemnity of a judicial inquiry, the fortune and honour of three and thirty Englishmen were made the topic of hasty conversation, the sport of a lawless majority ; and the basest member of the committee, by a malicious word or a silent vote, might indulge his general spleen or personal animosity. Injury was aggravated by insult, and insult was embittered by plea- santry. Allowances of twenty pounds, or one shilling, were facetiously moved. A vague report that a Director had formerly been concerned in another project, by which some unknown persons had lost their money, was admitted as a proof of his actual guilt. One man was ruined because he had dropped a foolish speech, that his horses should feed upon gold ; another because he was grown so proud, that, one day at the Treasury, he had refused a civil answer to persons much above him. All were condemned, absent and unheard, in arbitrary fines and forfeitures, which swept away the greatest part of their substance. Such bold oppression can scarcely be shielded by the omnipotence of 12 FORTUNES OF THE FAMILY LOST— AND RECOVERED. parliament ; and yet it may be seriously questioned, whether the Judges of the South Sea Directors were the true and legal representatives of their country. The first parliament of George the First had been chosen (17 1 5) for three years : the term had elapsed, their trust was expired ; and the four additional years (171 8 — 1722), during which they continued to sit, were derived not from the people, but from themselves ; from the strong measure of the septennial bill, which can only be paralleled by il serar di coiisi-:;lio of the Venetian history. Yet candour will own that to the same parliament every Englishman is deeply indebted : the septennial act, so vicious in its origin, has been sanctioned by time, ex- perience, and the national consent. Its first operation secured the House of Hanover on the throne, and its permanent influence main- tains the peace and stability of government. As often as a repeal has been moved in the House of Commons, I have given in its defence a clear and conscientious vote. My grandfather could not expect to be treated with moi-e lenity than his companions. His Tory principles and connections rendered him obnoxious to the ruling powers : his name is reported in a suspicious secret ; and his well-known abilities could not plead the excuse of igno- rance or error. In the first proceedings against the South Sea Direc- tors, Mr. Gibbon is one of the few who were taken into custody ; and, in the final sentence, the measure of his fine proclaims him eminently guilty. The total estimate which he delivered on oath to the House of Commons amounted to ^106,543 5s. 6d., exclusive of antecedent settle- ments. Two different allowances of ^i 5,000 and of ^10,000 were moved for Mr. Gibbon ; but, on the question being put, it was carried without a division for the smaller sum. On these ruins, with the skill and credit, of which parliament had not been able to despoil him, my grand- father at a mature age erected the edifice of a new fortune : the labours of sixteen years were amply rewarded ; and I have reason to believe that the second structure was not much inferior to the first. He had realized a very considerable property in Sussex, Hampshire, Bucking- hamshire, and the New River Company ; and had acquired a spacious house,* with gardens and lands, at Putney, in Surrey, where he resided in decent hospitality. He died in December 1736, at the age of seventy; and by his last will, at the expense of Edward, his only son, (with whose marriage he was not perfectly reconciled,) enriched his two daughters, Catherine and Hester. The former became the wife of Mr. Edward EUiston, an East India captain : their daughter and heiress Catherine was married in the year 1756 to Edward Eliot, Esq. (now lord Eliot), of Port Eliot, in the county of Cornwall ; and their three sons are my nearest male relations on the father's side. A life of devotion and celi- bacy was the choice of my aunt, Mrs. Hester Gibbon, who, at the age of eighty-five, still resides in a hermitage at Cliffe, in Northamptonshire ; having long survived her spiritual guide and faithful companion Mr. William Law, who, at an advanced age, about the year I76i,died in her house. In our family he had left the reputation of a worthy and pious man, who believed all that he professed, and practised all that he en- joined. The character of a non-juror, wliich he maintained to the last, is a sufficient evidence of his principles in church and state ; and the • Since inhabited by Mr. Wood, Sir John Shelley, the Duke of Norfolk, &c. — S. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. 1 3 sacrifice of interest to conscience will be always respectable. His theo- logical writings, which our domestic connection has tempted me to peruse, preserve an imperfect sort of life, and I can pronounce with more confidence and knowledge on the merits of the author. His last compositions are darkly tinctured by the incomprehensible visions of Jacob 15ehmen ; and his discourse on the absolute unlawfulness of stage entertainments is sometimes quoted for a ridiculous intemperance of sentiment and language. — "The actors and spectators must all be damned : ti'.e playhouse is the porch of Hell, the place of the Devil's abode, where he holds his filthy court of evil spirits : a play is the Devil's triumph, a sacrifice performed to his glory, as much as in the heathen temples of Bacchus or Venus, iJv:c., &c." But these sallies of rehgious frenzy must not extinguish the praise, which is due to Mr. William Law as a wit and a scholar. His argument on topics of less absurdity is specious and acute, his manner is lively, his style forcible and clear ; and, had not his vigorous mind been clouded by enthusiasm, he might be ranked with the most agreeable and ingenious writers of the times. While the Bangorian controversy was a fashionable theme, he entered the lists on the subject of Christ's kingdom, and the authority of the priesthood : against the plain account of the sacra- ment of the Lord's Supper he resumed the combat with Bishop Hoad- ley, the object of Whig idolatry, and Tory abhorrence ; and at every weapon of attack and defence the non-juror, on the ground which is common to both, approves himself at least equal to the prelate. On the appearance of the Fable of the Bees, he drew his pen against the licentious doctrine that private vices are public benefits, and morality as well as religion must join in his applause. IMr. Law's master-work, the Serious Call, is still read as a popular and powerful book of devotion. His precepts are rigid, but they are founded on the gospel ; his satire is sharp, but it is drawn from the knowledge of human life ; and many of his portraits are not unworthy of the pen of La Bruyere. If he finds a spark of piety in his reader's mind, he will soon kindle it to a flame ; and a philosopher must allow that he exposes, with equal severity and truth, the strange contradiction between the faith and prac- tice of the Christian world. Under the names of Flavia and Miranda he has admirably described my two aunts — the heathen and the Chris- tian sister. My father, Edward Gibbon, was born in October, 1707 : at the age of thirteen he could scarcely feel that he was disinherited by act of par- liament ; and, as he advanced towards manhood, new prospects of fortune opened to his view. A parent is most attentive to supply in his children the deficiencies, of which he is conscious in himself : my grandfather's knowledge was derived from a strong understanding, and the experience of the ways of men ; but my father enjoyed the benefits of a liberal education as a scholar and a gentleman. At Westminster School, and afterwards at Emanuel College in Cambridge, he passed through a regular course of academical discipline ; and the care of his learning and morals was intrusted to his private tutor, the same Mr. William Law. But the mind of a saint is above or below the present world ; and while the pupil proceeded on his travels, the tutor remained at Putney, the much-honoured friend and spiritual director of the whole 14 MV FATHER IN FRANCE — MY BIRTH AT PUTNEY. family. My father resided some time at Paris to acquire the fashionable exercises ; and as his temper was warm and social, he indulged in those pleasures, for which the strictness of his former education had given him a keener relish. He afterwards visited several provinces of France ; but his excursions were neither long nor remote ; and the slender know- ledge, which he had gained of the French language, was gradually ob- literated. His passage through Besan^on is marked by a singular con- sequence in the chain of human events. In a dangerous illness Mr. Gibbon was attended, at his own request, by one of his kinsmen of the name of Acton, the younger brother of a younger brother, who had applied himself to the study of physic. During the slow recovery of his patient, the physician himself was attacked by the malady of love : he married his mistress, renounced his country and religion, settled at Besanqon, and became the father of three sons ; the eldest of whom. General Acton, is conspicuous in Europe as the principal Minister of the king of the Two Sicilies. By an uncle whom another stroke of fortune had transplanted to Leghorn, he was educated in the naval ser- vice of the Emperor ; and his valour and conduct in the command of the Tuscan frigates protected the retreat of the Spaniards from Algiers. On my father's return to England he was chosen, in the general election of 1734, to serve in parliament for the borough of Petersfiield ; a burg- age tenure, of which my grandfather possessed a weighty share, till he alienated (I know not why) such important property. In the opposi- tion to Sir Robert Walpole and the Pelhams, prejudice and society connected his son with the Tories, — shall I say Jacobites ? or, as they were pleased to style themselves, the country gentlemen 1 with them he gave many a vote ; with them he drank inany a bottle. Without ac- quiring the fame of an orator or a statesman, he eagerly joined in the great opposition, which, after a seven years' chase, hunted down Sir Robert Walpole : and in the pursuit of an unpopular minister, he grati- fied a private revenge against the oppressor of his family in the South Sea persecution. I was born at Putney, in the county of Surrey, April 27th, O. S., in the year one thousand seven hundred and thirty-seven ; the first child of the marriage of Edward Gibbon, esq., and of Judith Porten.* My lot might have been that of a slave, a savage, or a peasant ; nor can I reflect without pleasure on the bounty of Nature, which cast my birth in a free and civilized country, in an age of science and philosophy, in a family of honourable rank, and decently endowed with the gifts of fortune. From my birth I have enjoyed the right of primogeniture; but I was succeeded by five brothers and one sister, all of whom were snatched away in their infancy. My five brothers, whose names may be found in the parish register of Putney, I shall not pretend to lament : but from my childhood to the present hour I have deeply and sincerely regretted my sister, whose life was somewhat prolonged, and whom I remember to have been an amiable infant. The relation of a brother * The union to wliich I owe my birth was a marriage of inclination and esteem. Mr. James Porten, a merchant of London, resided with his family at Putney, in a house adjoining to the bridge and churchyard, where I have passed many happy hours of my childliood. He left one son (the late Sir Stanier Porten) and three daughters ; Catherine, who preserved her maiden name, and of whom I shall hereafter speak ; another daughter married Mr. Darrel of Richmond, and left two sons, Edward and Rohevt ; the youngest of the three sisters was Judith, my mother. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBO.Y. 1 5 and a sister, especially if they do not marry, appears to me of a very singular nature. It is a familiar and tender friendship with a female, much about our own age ; an aflection pcrhajjs softened by the secret influence of sex, and the sole species of Platonic love that can be indulged with truth, and without danger. At the general election of 1741, Mr. Gibbon and Mr. Delme stood an expensive and successful contest at Southampton, against Mr. Dummer and Mr. Henly, afterwards Lord Chancellor and Earl of Northington. The Whig candidates had a majority of the resident voters ; but the corporation was firm in the Tory interest : a sudden creation of one hundred and seventy new freemen turned the scale ; and a supply was readily obtained of respectable volunteers, who flocked from all parts of England to supj>ort the cause of their political friends. The new parliament opened with the victory of an opposition, which was fortified by strong clamour and strange coalitions. From the event of the first divisions. Sir Robert Walpole perceived that he could no longer lead a majority in the House of Commons, and prudently resigned (after a dominion of one-and-twenty years) the guidance of the state (1742). But the fall of an unpopular minister was not succeeded, according to general expectation, fjy a millennium of happiness and virtue : some courtiers lost their places, some patriots lost their characters. Lord Orford's offences vanished with his power ; and after a short vibration, the Pelham government was fixed on the old basis of the Whig aristo- cracy. In the year 1745, the throne and the constitution were attacked by a rebellion, which does not reflect much honour on the national spirit ; since the English friends of the Pretender wanted courage to join his standard, and his enemies (the bulk of the people) allowed him to advance into the heart of the kingdom. Without daring, perhaps without desiring, to aid the rebels, my father invariably adhered to the Tory opposition. In the most critical season he accepted, for the service of the party, the office of alderman in the city of London : but the duties were so repugnant to his inclination and habits, that he resigned his gown at the end of a few months. The second parliament in which he sat was prematurely dissolved (1747) : and as he was unable or unwilling to maintain a second contest for Southampton, the life of the senator expired in that dissolution. The death of a new-born child before that of its parents may seem an unnatural, but it is strictlya probable, event : since of any given number the greater part are extinguished before their ninth year, before they possess the faculties of the mind or body. Without accusing the profuse waste or imperfect workmanship of Nature, I shall only observe, that this unfavourable chance was multiplied against my infant existence. So feeble was my constitution, so precarious my life, that, in the baptism of each of my brothers, my father's prudence successively repeated my Christian name of Edward, that, in case of the departure of the eldest son, this patronymic appellation might be still perpetuated in the family. Uno avulso non deficit alter. To preserve and to rear so frail a being, the most tender assiduity was scarcely sufficient, and my mother's attention was somewhat diverted by an exclusive passion for her husband, and by the dissipation of the 1 6 MV AUNT CATHARINE — MY FIRST TUTOR. world, in which his taste and authority obhged her to mingle. But the maternal oliice was supplied by my aunt, Mrs. Catherine Porten ; at whose name I feel a tear of gratitude trickling down my cheek. A life of celibacy transferred her vacant affection to her sister's first child : my weakness excited her pity ; her attachment was fortified by labour and success : and if there be any, as I trust there are some, who rejoice that I live, to that dear and excellent woman they must hold themselves indebted. Many anxious and solitary days did she consume in the patient trial of every mode of relief and amusement. Many wakeful nights did she sit by my bedside in trembling expectation that each hour would be my last. Of the various and frequent disorders of my child- hood my own recollection is dark. Suffice it to say, that while every practitioner, from Sloane and Ward to the Chevalier Taylor, was suc- cessively summoned to torture or relieve me, the care of my mind was too frequently neglected for that of my health : compassion always suggested an excuse for the indulgence of the master, or the idleness of the pupil ; and the chain of my education v/as broken, as often as I was recalled from the school of learning to the bed of sickness. As soon as the use of speech had prepared my infant reason for the admission of knowledge, 1 was taught the arts of reading, writing, and arithmetic. So remote is the date, so vague is the memory of their origin in myself, that, were not the error corrected by analogy, I should be tempted to conceive them as innate. In my childhood I was praised for the readiness with which I could multiply and divide, by memory alone, two sums of several figures ; such praise encouraged my growing talent ; and had I persevered in this line of application, I might have acquired some fame in mathematical studies. After this previous institution at home, or at a day school at Putney, I was delivered at the age of seven into the hands of Mr. John Kirkby, who exercised about eighteen months the office of my domestic tutor. His learning and virtue introduced him to my father; and at Putney he might have found at least a temporary shelter, had not an act of indis- cretion driven him into the world. One day reading prayers in the parish church, he most unluckily forgot the name of King George : his patron, a loyal subject, dismissed him with some reluctance, and a decent reward ; and Jiow the poor man ended his days I have never been able to learn. Mr. John Kirkby is the author of two small volumes; he Life of Automathes (London, 1745), and an English and Latin Grammar (London, 1746); which, as a testimony of gratitude, he dedi- cated (Nov. 5th, 1745) to my father. The books are before me : from them the pupil may judge the preceptor ; and, upon the whole, his judgment will not be unfavourable. 1 he grammar is executed with accuracy and skill, and I know not whether any better existed at the time in our language : but the Life of Automathes aspires to the honours of a philosophical fiction. It is the story of a youth, the son of a ship- wrecked exile, who lives alone on a desert island from infancy to the age of manhood. A hind is his nurse ; he inherits a cottage, with many useful and curious instruments ; some ideas remain of the education of his two first years; some arts arc borrowed from the beavers of a neighbouring lake ; some truths are revealed in supernatural visions. With these helps, and his own industry, Automathes becomes a self- AUTOBlOGRAPtttC MEMOIRS OP Er)WARD GIBBOX. I J taught though speechless philosopher, who had invesligalcd with success his own mind, the natural world, the abstract sciences, and the great principles of morality and religion. The author is not entitled to the merit of invention, since he has blended the English story of Robinson Crusoe with the Arabian romance of Hal Ebn Yokhdan, which he might have read in the Latin version of Pocock. In the Automathes I cannot praise either the depth of thought or elegance of style ; but the book is not devoid of entertainment or instruction ; and among several interesting passages, I would select the discovery of tire, which produces by accidental mischief the discovery of conscience. A man who had thought so much on the subjects of language and edu- cation was surely no ordinary preceptor: my childish years, and his hasty departure, prevented me from enjoying the full benefit of his lessons ; but they enlarged my knowledge of arithmetic, and left me a clear impression of the English and Latin rudiments. In my ninth year (Jan., 1746), in a lucid interval of comparative health, my father adopted the convenient and customary mode of English education ; and I was sent to Kingston-upon-Thames, to a school of about seventy boys, which was kept by Dr. Wooddeson and his assistants. Every time I have since passed over Putney Common, I have always noticed the spot where my mother, as we drove along in the coach, admonished me that I was now going into the world, and must learn to think and act for myself. The expression may appear ludicrous ; yet there is not, in the course of life, a more remarkable change than the removal of a child from the luxury and freedom of a wealthy house, to the frugal diet and strict subordination of a school ; from the tenderness of parents, and the obsequiousness of servants, to the rude familiarity of his equals, the msolent tyranny of his seniors, and the rod, perhaps, of a cruel and capricious pedagogue. Such hardships may steel the mind and body against the injuries of fortune ; but my timid reserve was astonished by the crowd and tumult of the school ; the want of strength and activity disqualified me for the sports of the play-field ; nor have I forgotten how often in the year forty-six I was reviled and buffeted for the sins of my Tory ancestors. By the common methods of discipline, at the expence of many tears and some blood, I purchased the knowledge of the Latin syntax : and not long since I was possessed of the dirty volumes of Phjedrus and Cor- nelius Nepos, which I painfully construed and darkly understood. The choice of these authors is not injudicious. The lives of Cornelius Nepos, the friend of Atticus and Cicero, are composed in the style of the purest age : his simplicity is elegant, his brevity copious ; he exhilDits a series of men and manners ; and with such illustrations, as every pedant is not indeed qualified to give, this classic biographer may initiate a young student in the history of Greece and Rome. The use of failles or apologues has been approved in every age from ancient India to modern Europe. They convey in familiar images the truths of morality and prudence ; and the most childish understanding (I advert to the scruples of Rousseau) will not suppose either that beasts do speak, or that men may lie. A fable represents the genuine characters of animals ; and a skilful master might extract from Pliny and Buffon some pleasing lessons of natural history, a science well adapted to the 1 8 DEA 77/ OF MY MO THER — CHERISHED B V MY A VNT. taste and capacity of children. Tlie Latinity of Pha^drus is not exempt from an alloy of the silver age ; but his manner is concise, terse, and sententious : the Thracian slave discreetly breathes the spirit of a freeman ; and when the text is found, the style is per- spicuous. But his fables, after a long oblivion, were first published by Peter Pithou, from a corrupt manuscript. The labours of fifty editors confess the defects of the copy, as well as the value of the original ; and the school-boy may have been whipped for misapprehending a passage, which Bentley could not restore, and which Burman could not explain. My studies were too frequently interrupted by sickness ; and after a real or nominal residence at Kingston School of near two years, I was finally recalled (Dec, 1747) by my mother's death, in her thirty- eighth year. I was too young to feel the importance of my loss ; and the image of her person and conversation is faintly imprinted in my memory. The affectionate heart of my aunt, Catherine Porten, bewailed a sister and a friend ; but my poor father was inconsolable, and the transport of grief seemed to threaten his life or his reason. I can never forget the scene of our first interview, some weeks after the fatal event ; the awful silence, the room hung with black, the mid-day tapers, his sighs and tears ; his praises of my mother, a saint in heaven ; his solemn adjuration that I would cherish her memory and imitate her virtues ; and the fervor with which he kissed and blessed me as the sole surviving pledge of their loves. The storm of passion insensibly subsided into calmer melancholy. At a convivial ineeting of his friends, Mr. Gibbon might affect or enjoy a gleam of cheerful- ness ; but his plan of happiness was for ever destroyed : and after the loss of his companion he was left alone in a world, of which the business and pleasures were to him irksome or insipid. After some unsuccessful trials he renounced the tumult of London and the hos- pitality of Putney, and buried himself in the rural or rather rustic solitude of Beriton ; from which, during several years, he seldom emerged. As far back as I can remember, the house, near Putney-bridge and churchyard, of my maternal grandfather appears in the light of my proper and native home. It was there that I was allowed to spend the greatest part of my time, in sickness or in health, during my school vacations and my parents' residence in London, and finally after my mother's death. Three months after that event, in the spring of 1748, the commercial ruin of her father, Mr. Janies Porten, was accom- plished and declared. He suddenly absconded : but as his effects were not sold, nor the house evacuated, till the Christmas following, I enjoyed during the whole year the society of my aunt, without much consciousness of her impending fate. I feel a melancholy pleasure in repeating my obligations to that excellent woman, Mrs. Catherine Porten, the true mother of my mind as well as of my health. Her natural good sense was improved by the perusal of the best books in the English language ; and if her reason was sometimes clouded by prejudice, her sentiments were never disguised by hypocrisy or affec- tation. Her indulgent tenderness, the frankness of her temper, and my innate rising curiosity, soon removed all distance between us : like friends of an eq'aal age, we freely conversed on every topic, familiar or AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON'. IQ abstruse ; and it was her delight and reward to observe the first shoots of my young ideas. Pain and languor were often soothed by the voice of instruction and amusement ; and to her kind lessons I ascribe my early and invincible love of reading, which I would not exchange for the treasures of India. I should perhaps be astonished, were it pos- sible to ascertain the date, at which a favourite tale was engraved, by frecjuent repetition, in my memory : the Cavern of the Winds ; the Palace of Felicity ; and the fatal moment, at the end of three months or centuries, when Prince Adolphus is overtaken by Time, who had worn out so many pair of wings in the pursuit. Before I left Kingston school I was well acquainted with Pope's Homer and the Arabian Nights Entertainments, two books which will always please by the moving picture of human manners and specious miracles : nor was I then capable of discerning that Pope's translation is a portrait endowed with every merit, excepting that of likeness to the original. The verses of Pope accustomed my ear to the sound of poetic harmony : in the death of Hector, and the shipwreck of Ulysses, I tasted the new emotions of terror and pity ; and seriously disputed with my aunt on the vices and virtues of the heroes of the Trojan war. From Pope's Homer to Drjden's Virgil was an easy transition ; but I know not how, from some fault in the author, the translator, or the reader, the pious ^neas did not so forcibly seize on my imagination ; and I derived more pleasure from Ovid's Metamorphoses, especially in the fall of Phaeton, and the speeches of Ajax and Ulysses. My grand- father's flight unlocked the door of a tolerable library ; and I turned over many English pages of poetry and romance, of history and travels. Where a title attracted my eye, without fear or awe I snatched the volume from the shelf ; and Mrs. Porten, who indulged herself in moral and religious speculations, was more prone to encourage than to check a curiosity above the strength of a boy. This year (1748), the twelfth of my age, I shall note as the most propitious to the growth of my intellectual stature. The relics of my grandfather's fortune afforded a bare annuity for his own maintenance ; and his daughter, my worthy aunt, who had already passed her fortieth year, was left destitute. Her noble spirit scorned a life of obligation and dependence ; and after revolving several schemes, she preferred the humble industry of keeping a board- ing-house for Westminster-school,* where she laboriously earned a competence for her old age. This singular opportunity of blending the advantages of private and public education decided my father. After the Christmas holidays in January, 1749, I accompanied Mrs. Porten to her new house in College-street ; and was immediately entered in the school, of which Dr. John Nicoll was at that time head-master. At first I was alone : but my aunt's resolution was praised ; her character was esteemed ; her friends were numerous and active : in the course of some years she became the mother of forty or fifty boys, for the most part of family and fortune ; and as her primitive habita- tion was too narrow, she built and occupied a spacious mansion in • It is said In the family, that she was principally induced to this undertaking by her sflcction for her nephew, whose weak constitution required her constant and unremitted attention. — S. 20 AM SENT TO WESTMINSTER SCHOOL — AND TO BATtJt. Dean's Yard. I shall always be ready to join in the common opinion, that our public schools, which have produced so many eminent chi-.racters, are the best adapted to the genius and constitution of the English people. A boy of spirit may acquire a previous and practical experience of the world ; and his playfellows may be the future friends of his heart or his interest. In a free intercourse with his equals, the habits of truth, fortitude, and prudence will insensibly be matured. Birth and riches are measured by tlie standard of personal merit ; and the mimic scene of a rebellion has displayed, in their true colours, the ministers and patriots of the rising generation. Our seminaries of learning do not exactly correspond with the precept of a Spartan king, " that the child should be instructed in the arts, which will be useful to the man ; " since a finished scholar may emerge from the head of Westminster or Eton, in total ignorance of the business and conversa- tion of English gentlemen in the latter end of the eighteenth century. But these schools may assume the merit of teaching all that they pre- tend to teach, the Latin and Greek languages : they deposit in the hands of a disciple the keys of two valuable chests ; nor can he com- plain, if they are afterwards lost or neglected by his own fault. Thz necessity of leading in equal ranks so many unequal powers of capacity and application, will prolong to eight or ten years the juvenile studies, which might be despatched in half that time by the skilful master of a single pupil. Yet even the repetition of exercise and discipline contri- butes to fix in a vacant mind the verbal science of grammar and prosody : and the private or voluntary student, who possesses the sense and spirit of the classics, may offend, by a false quantity, the scrupu- lous ear of a well-flogged critic. For myself, I must be content with a very small share of the civil and literary fruits of a public school. In the space of two years (1749, 1750), interrupted by danger and debility, I painfully climbed into the third form ; and my riper age was left to acquire the beauties of the Latin, and the rudiments of the Greek tongue. Instead of audaciously mingling in the sports, the quarrels, and the connections of our little world, I was still cherished at home under the maternal wing of my aunt ; and my removal from West- minster long preceded the approach of manhood. The violence and variety of my complaint, which had excused my frequent absence from Westminster School, at length engaged Mrs. Porten, with the advice of physicians, to conduct me to Bath : at the end of the Michaelmas vacation (1750) she quitted me with reluctance, and I remained several months under the care of a trusty maid-servant. A strange nervous affection, which alternately contracted my legs, and produced, without any visible symptoms, the most excruciating pain, was ineffectually opposed by the various methods of bathing and pumping. From Bath I was transported to Winchester, to the house of a physician ; and after the failure of his medical skill, we had again recourse to the virtues of the Bath waters. During the intervals of these fits, I moved with my father to Beriton and Putney ; and a short unsuccessful trial was attempted to renew my attendance at West- minster School. But my infirmities could not be reconciled with the hours and discipline of a public seminary ; and instead of a domestic tutor, who might have watched the favourable moments, and gently AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDUARD CJBBO.W i.J advanced the progress of my learning, my fatlicr was too easily content with such occasional teachers as the diflerent places ot my residence could supply. I was never forced, and seldom was I persuaded, to admit these lessons : yet I read with a clergyman at Bath some odes of Horace, and several episodes of Virgil, wliich gave me an impertecl and transient enjoyment of the Latin poets. It might now be appre- hended that 1 should continue for life an illiterate cripple ; but, as I approached my sixteenth year. Nature displayed in my favour her mysterious energies : my constitution was fortified and fixed ; and my disorders, instead of growing with my growth and strengthening with my strength, most wonderfully vanished. I have never possessed or abused the insolence of health : but since that time few persons have been more exempt from real or imaginary ills ; and, till I am admon- ished by the gout, the reader will no more be troubled with the history of my bodily complaints. My unexpected recovery again encouraged the hope of my education ; and I was placed at Esher, in Surrey, in the house of the Reverend Mr. Philip Francis, in a pleasant spot, which promised to unite the various benefits of air, exercise, and study (Jan., 1752). The translator of Horace might have taught me to relish the Latin poets, had not my friends discovered in a tew weeks, that he pre- ferred the pleasures of London, to the instruction of his pupils. My father's perplexity at this time, rather than his prudence, was urged to embrace a singular and desperate measure. Without preparation or delay he carried me to Oxford ; and I was matriculated in the univer- sity as a gentleman commoner of Magdalen college, before I had accomplished the fifteenth year of my age (April 3, 1752). The curiosity, which had been implanted in my infant mind, wa.s still alive and active ; but my reason was not sufficiently informed to understand the value, or to lament the loss, of three precious years from my entrance at Westm.inster to my admission at Oxford. Instead of repining at my long and frequent confinement to the chamber or the couch, I secretly rejoiced in those infirmities, which delivered me from the exercises of the school, and the society of my equals. As .often as I was tolerably exempt from danger and pain, reading, free desultory reading, was the employment and comfort of my solitary hours. At Westminster, my aunt sought only to amuse and indulge me ; in my stations at Bath and Winchester, at Beriton and Putnej'', a false compassion respected my sufferings ; and I was allowed, without controul or advice, to gratify the wanderings of an unripe taste. My indiscriminate appetite subsided by degrees in the Jiistoric line : and since philosophy has exploded all innate ideas and natural propen- sities, I must ascribe this choice to the assiduous perusal of the Universal History, as the octavo volumes successively appeared. This unequal work, and a treatise of Hearne, theDiw/ffr historiciis, referred and introduced me to the Greek and Roman historians, to as many at least as were accessible to an English reader. All that I could find were greedily devoured, from Littlebury's lame Herodotus, and Spelman's valuable Xenophon, to the pompous folios of Gordon's Tacitus, and a ragged Procopius of the beginning of the last century. The cheap acc|uisition of so much knowledge confirmed my dislike 10 the study of languages ; and I argued with Mrs. Porten, that, were I C 22 Jl/V COURSE OF READING IN EARLY YOUTH, iiif)?trr of Greek and Latin, 1 must interpret to myself in English tlic thoughts of the original, and that such extemporary versions must be inferior to the elaborate translations of professed scholars ; a silly sophism, which could not easily be confuted by a person ignorant of any other language than her own. From the ancient I leaped to the modern world : many crude lumps of Speed, Rapin, Mezeray, Davila, Machiavel, Father Paul, Bower, &c., I devoured like so many novels ; and I swallowed with the same voracious appetite the descriptions of India and China, of Mexico and Peru. My first introduction to the historic scenes, which have since engaged so many years of my life, must be ascribed to an accident. In the summer of 1751, I accompanied my father on a visit to Mr. Hoare's, in Wiltshire ; but I was less delighted with the beauties of Stourhead, than with discovering in the library a common book, the Continuation of Echard's Roman History, which is indeed executed with more skill and taste than the previous work. To me the reigns of the successors of Constantine were absolutely new ; and I was immersed in the passage of the Goths over the Danube, when the summons of the dinner-bell reluctantly dragged me from my intellectual feast. This transient glance served rather to irritate than to appease my curiosity ; and as soon as I returned to Bath I procured the second and third volumes of Howel's History of the World, which exhibit the Byzantine period on a larger scale. Mahomet and his Saracens soon fixed my attention; and some instinct of criticism directed me to the genuine sources. Simon Ockley, an original in every sense, first opened my eyes ; and I was led from one book to another, till I had ranged round the circle of Oriental history. Before I was sixteen, I had exhausted all that could be learned in English of the Arabs and Persians, the Tartars and Turks ; and the same ardour urged me to guess at the French of D'Herbelot, and to construe the barbarous Latin of Pocock's Abulfaragius. Such vague and multifarious reading could not teach me to think, to write, or to act ; and the only principle that darted a ray of light into the indigested chaos, was an early and rational appli- cation to the order of time and place. The maps of Cellarius and- Wells imprinted in my mind the picture of ancient geography : fi^om Stranchius I imbibed the elements of chronology : the Tables of Helvicus and Anderson, the Annals of Usher and Prideaux, distin- guished the connection of events, and engraved the multitude of names and dates in a clear and indelible series. But in the discussion of the first ages I overleaped the bounds of modesty and use. In my childish balance I presumed to weigh the systems of Scaliger and Petavius, of Marsham and Newton, which I could seldom study in the originals ; and my sleep has been disturbed by the difficulty of reconciling the Septuagint with the Hebrew computation. I arrived at Oxford with a stock of erudition, that might have puzzled a doctor, and a degree of ignorance, of which a school-boy would have been ashamed. At the conclusion of this first period of my life, I am tempted to enter a protest against the trite and lavish praise of the happiness of our boyish years, which is echoed with so much affectation in the world. That happiness I have never known, that time I have never regretted ; and were my poor aunt stiU alive, she would bear testimony AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBOX. 2^ to the early and constant uniformity of my sentiments. It will indeed be replied, that /am not a competent judge ; that pleasure is incom- patible with pain; that joy is excluded from sickness; and that the felicity of a schoolboy consists in the perpetual motion of thoughtless and playful agility, in which I was never qualified to excel. My name, it is most true, could never be enrolled among the sprightly race, the idle progeny oi Eton or Westminster, "Who foremost may delight to I With pliant arm, the glassy wave, cleave, 1 Or urge the flying ball." The poet may gaily describe the short hours of recreation ; but he forgets the daily tedious labours of the school, which is approached each morning w^ith anxious and reluctant steps. A traveller, who visits Oxford or Cambridge, is surprised and edified by the apparent order and tranquillity that prevail in the seats of the English muses. In the most celebrated universities of Holland, Ger- many, and Italy, the students, who swarm from different countries, are loosely dispersed in private lodgings at the houses of the burghers: they dress according to their fancy and fortune ; and in the intemperate quarrels of youth and wine, their s-ruords, though less frequently than of old, are sometimes stained with each other's blood. The use of arms is banished from our English universities; the uniform habit of the academics, the square cap, and black gown, is adapted to the civil and even clerical profession ; and from the doctor in divinity to the under-graduate, the degrees of learning and age are externally distin- guished. Instead of being scattered in a town, the students of Oxford and Cambridge arc united in colleges ; their maintenance is provided at their own expense, or that of the founders ; and the stated hours of the hall and chapel represent the discipline of a regular, and, as it were, a religious community. The eyes of the traveller are attracted by the size or beauty of the public edifices ; and the principal colleges appear to be so many palaces, which a liberal nation has erected and endowed for the habitation of science. My own introduction to the university of Oxford forms a new acra in my life ; and at the distance of forty years I still remember my first emotions of surprise and satis- faction. In my fifteenth year I felt myself suddenly raised from a boy to a man : the persons, whom I respected as my su]3eriors in age and academical rank, entertained me with every mark of attention and civility ; and my vanity was flattered by the velvet cap and silk gown, which distinguish a gentleman commoner from a plebeian student. A decent allowance, more money than a schoolboy had ever seen, was at my own disposal; and I might command, among the tradesmen of Oxford, an indefinite and dangerous latitude of credit. A key was delivered into my hands, which gave me the free use of a numerous and learned library; my apartment consisted of three elegant and well- furnished rooms in the new building, a stately pile, of Magdalen College ; and the adjacent walks, had they been frequented by Plato's disciples, might have been compared to the Attic shade on the banks of the Ilissus. Such was the fair prospect of my entrance (April 3, 1752) into the university of Oxford. A venerable prelate, whose taste and erudition must reflect honour 24 VALUE OF OXFORD ACADEMIC INSTRUCTION, on the society in whicli they were formed, has drawn a very interesting picture of his academical life. — " I was educated (says Bishop Lowth) in the university of Oxford. I enjoyed all the advantages, both public and private, which that famous seat of learning so largely affords. I spent many years in that illustrious society, in a well-regulated course of useful discipline and studies, and in the agreeable and improving commerce of gentlemen and of scholars ; in a society where emulation without envy, ambition without jealousy, contention without animosity, incited industry, and awakened genius ; Avhere a liberal pursuit of knowledge, and a genuine freedom of thought, were raised, encouraged, and pushed forward by example, by commendation, and by authority. I breathed the same atmosphere that the Hookers, the Chilling- WORTHS, and the Lockes had breathed before ; whose benevolence and humanity were as extensive as their vast genius and comprehensive knowledge ; who always treated their adversaries with civility and respect ; who made candour, moderation, and liberal judgment as much the rule and law as the subject of their discourse. And do you reproach me with my education in this place, and with my relation to this most respectable body, which I shall always esteem my greatest advantage and my highest honour?" I transcribe with pleasure this eloquent passage, without examining what benefits or what rewards were derived by Hooker, or Chillingworth, or Locke, from their academical institu- tion ; without inquiring, whether in this angry controversy the spirit of Lowth himself is purified from the intolerant zeal, which Warburton had ascribed to the genius of the place. It may indeed be observed, that the atmosphere of Oxford did not agree with Mr. Locke's consti- tution; and that the philosopher justly despised the academical bigots, who expelled his person and condemned his principles. The ex- pression of gratitude is a virtue and a pleasure : a liberal mind will delight to cherish and celebrate the memory of its parents ; and the teachers of science are the parents of the mind. I applaud the fiHal piety, which it is impossible for me to imitate ; since I must not confess an imaginary debt, to assume the merit of a just or generous retribution. To the university of Oxford / acknowledge no obligation ; and she will as cheerfully renounce me for a son, as I am willing to disclaim her for a mother. I spent fourteen months at IVIagdalen College ; they proved the fourteen months the most idle and unprofitable of my whole life : the reader will pronounce between the school and the scholar ; but I cannot affect to believe that Nature had disqualified me for all literary pursuits. The specious and ready excuse of my tender age, imperfect preparation, and hasty departure, may doubtless be alleged ; nor do I wish to defraud such excuses of their proper weight. Yet in my six- teenth year I was not devoid of capacity or application ; even my childish reading had displayed an early though blind propensity for books ; and the shallow flood might have been taught to flow in a deep channel and a clear stream. In the discipline of a well-constituted academy, under the guidance of skilful and vigilant professors, I should gradually have risen from translations to originals, from the Latin to the Greek classics, from dead languages to living science : my hours would have been occupied by useful and agreeable studies, the wan- derings of fancy would have been restrained, and I should have escaped AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON: 2^ the temptations of idleness, which finally precipitated my departure from Oxford. Perhaps in a separate annotation I may coolly examine the fabulous and real antiquities of our sister universities, a question which has kindled such fierce and foolish disputes among their fanatic sons. In the meanwhile it will be acknowledged that these venerable bodies are sufficiently old to partake of all the prejudices and infirmities of age. The schools of Oxford and Cambridge were founded in a dark age of false and barbarous science ; and they are still tainted with the vices of their origin. Their primitive discipline was adapted to the education of priests and monks; and the government still remains in the hands of the clergy, an order of men whose manners are remote from the present world, and whose eyes are dazzled by the light of philosophy. The legal incorporation of these societies by the charters of popes and kings had given them a monopoly of the public instruction ; and the spirit of monopolists is narrow, lazy, and oppressive ; their work is more costly and less productive than that of independent artists ; and the new improvements so eagerly grasped by the competition of freedom, are admitted with slow and sullen reluctance in those proud coi;porations, above the fear of a rival, and below the confession of an error. We may scarcely hope that any reformation will be a voluntary act ; and so deeply are they rooted in law and prejudice, that even the omnipo- tence of parliament would shrink from an inquiry into the state and abuses of the two universities. The use of academical degrees, as old as the thirteenth century, is visibly borrowed from the mechanic corporations ; in which an appren- tice, after serving his time, obtains a testimonial of his skill, and a licence to practise his trade and mystery. It is not my design to depreciate those honours, which could never gratify or disappoint my ambition ; and I should applaud the institution, if the degrees of bachelor or licentiate were bestowed as the reward of manly and successful study : if the name and rank of doctor or master were strictly reserved for the professors of science, who have approved their title to the public esteem. In all the universities of Europe, excepting our own, the languages and sciences are distributed among a numerous list of effective pro- fessors : the students, according to their taste, their calling, and their diligence, apply themselves to the proper masters ; and in the annual repetition of public and private lectures, these masters are assiduously employed. Our curiosity may inquire what number of professors has been instituted at Oxford ? (for I shall now confine myself to my own university ;) by whom are they appointed, and what may be the pro- bable chances of merit or incapacity ; how many are stationed to the three faculties, and how many are left for the liberal arts .'' what is the form, and what the substance, of their lessons ? But all these ques- tions are silenced by one short and singular answer, "That in the university of Oxford, the greater part of the public professors have for these many years given up altogether even the pretence of teaching." Incredible as the fact may appear, I must rest my belief on the posi- tive and impartial evidence of a master of moral and political wisdom, who had himself resided at Oxford. Dr. Adam Smith assigns as the cause of their indolence, that, instead of being paid by voluntary con- 26 MY OPINION' OF MAGDALEN COLLEGE, OXFORD, tributions, which would urge them to increase the number, and to deserve the gratitude of their pujjils, the Oxford professors are secure in the enjoyment of a fixed stipend, without the necessity of labour, or the apprehension of controul. It has indeed been observed, nor is the observation absurd, that excepting in experimental sciences, which demand a costly apparatus and a dexterous hand, the many valuable treatises, that have been published on every subject of learning, may now supersede the ancient mode of oral instruction. Were this principle true in its utmost latitude, I should only infer that the offices and salaries, which are become useless, ought without delay to be abolished. But there still remains a material difference between a book and a professor ; the hour of the lecture enforces attendance ; attention is fixed by the presence, the voice, and the occasional ques- tions of the teacher ; the most idle will carry sometliing away ; and the moi-e diligent will compare the instructions, which they have heard in the school, with the volumes, which they peruse in their chamber. The advice of a skilful professor will adapt a course of reading to every mind and every situation; his authority will discover, admonish, and at last chastise the negligence of his disciples ; and his vigilant inciuiries will ascertain the steps of their literary progress. Whatever science he professes he may illustrate in a series of discourses, com- posed in the leisure of his closet, pronounced on public occasions, and finally delivered to the press. I observe with jjleasure, that in the university of Oxford Dr. Lowth, with equal eloquence and erudition, has executed this task in his incomparable P/'alections on the Poetry of the Hebrews. The college of St. Mary Magdalen was founded in the fifteenth century by Wainfleet, bishop of Winchester ; and now consists of a president, forty fellows, and a number of inferior students. It is esteemed one of the largest and most wealthy of our academical corpo- rations, which may be compared to the Benedictine abbeys of Catholic countries ; and I have loosely heard that the estates belonging to Magdalen College, which are leased by those indulgent landlords at small quit-rents and occasional fines, might be raised, in the hands of private avarice, to an annual revenue of nearly thirty thousand pounds. Our colleges arc supposed to be schools of science, as well as of educa- tion ; nor is it unreasonable to expect that a body of literary men, devoted to a life of celibacy, exempt from the care of their own sub- sistence, and amply provided with books, should devote their leisure to the prosecution of study, and that some effects of their studies should be manifested to the world. The shelves of their library groan under the weight of the Benedictine folios, of the editions of the fathers, and the collections of the middle ages, which have issued from the single abbey of St. Germain de Prez at Paris. A composition of genius must be the oflspring of one mind ; but such works of industry, as may be divided among many hands, and must be continued during many years, are the peculiar province of a laborious community. If I inquire into the manufactures of the monks of Magdalen, if I extend the inquiry to tlic other colleges of Oxford and Camljridge, a silent blush, or a scornful frown, will be the only reply. The iellows or monks of my time were decent easy men, who supinely enjoyed the gifts of the AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON: 2/ founder ; their days were filled by a series of uniform emplojTiienls ; the chapel and the hall, the coffee-house and the common room, till they retired, weary and well satisfied, to a long slumber. From the toil of reading, or thinking, or writing, they had absolved their con- science ; and the first shoots of learning and ingenuity withered on the ground, without yielding any fruits to the owners or the public. As a gentleman commoner, I was admitted to the society of the fellows, and fondly expected that some questions of literatme would be the amusing and instructive topics of their discourse. Their conversation stagnated in a round of college business, Tory politics, personal anec- dotes, and private scandal : their dull and deep potations excused the brisk intemperance of youth ; and their constitutional toasts were not expressive of the most lively loyalty for the house of Hanover. A general election was now approaching : the great Oxfordshire contest already blazed with all the malevolence of party-zeal. Magdalen Col- lege was devoutly attached to the old interest ! and the names of Wenman and Dashwood were more frequently pronounced, than those of Cicero and Chrysostom. The example of the senior fellows could not inspire the under-graduates with a liberal spirit or studious emula- tion ; and I cannot describe, as I never knew, the discipHne of college. Some duties may possibly have been imposed on the poor scholars, whose ambition aspired to the peaceful honours of a fellowship {nscribi quietis ordinibus Deortmi) ; but no independent members were admitted below the rank of a gentleman commoner, and our velvet cap was the cap of liberty. A tradition prevailed that some of our pre- decessors had spoken Latin declamations in the hall ; but of this ancient custom no vestige remained : the obvious methods of public exercises and examinations were totally unknown ; and I have never heard that either the president or the society interfered in the private economy of the tutors and their pupils. The silence of the Oxford professors, which deprives the youth of public instruction, is imperfectly supplied by the tutors, as they are styled, of the several colleges. Instead of confining themselves to 3 single science, which had satisfied the ambition of Burman or Ber- noulli, they teach, or promise to teach, either history or mathematics, or ancient literature, or moral philosophy ; and as it is possible that they may be defective in all, it is highly probable that of some they will be ignorant. They are paid, indeed, by voluntary contributions ; but their appointment depends on the head of the house : their dili- gence is voluntary, and will consequently be languid, while the pupils themselves, or their parents, are not indulged in the liberty of choice or change. The first tutor into whose hands I was resigned appears to have been one of the best of the tribe : Dr. Waldegrave was a learned and pious man, of a mild disposition, strict morals, and abste- mious life, who seldom mingled in the politics or the jollity of the college. But his knowledge of the world was confined to the univer- sity ; his learning was of the last, rather than the present age ; his temper was indolent ; his. faculties, which were not of the first rate, had been relaxed by the climate, and he was satisfied, like his fellows, with the slight and superficial discharge of an important trust. As soon as my tutor had sounded the insufticiency of his pupil in school- 2S A/Y U^ASTE OF TIME AND OPPORTUmTlES AT COLLEGE. learning, he proposed that we should read every morning from ten to eleven the comedies of Terence. The sum of my improvement in the university of Oxford is confined to three or four Latin plays ; and even the study of an elegant classic, which might have been illustrated by a comparison of ancient and modern theatres, was reduced to a dry and literal interpretation of the author's text. During the first weeks I constantly attended these lessons in my tutor's room ; but as they appeared equally devoid of profit and pleasure I was once tempted to try the experiment of a formal apology. The apology was accepted with a smile. I repeated the offence with less ceremony ; the excuse was admitted with the same indulgence : the slightest motive of laziness or indisposition, the most trifling avocation at home or abroad, was allowed as a worthy impediment ; nor did my tutor appear conscious of my absence or neglect. Had the hour of lecture been constantly filled, a single hour was a small portion of my academic leisure. No plan of study was recommended for my use ; no exercises were pre- scribed for his inspection ; and, at the most precious season of youth, whole days and weeks were suffered to elapse without labour or amuse- ment, without advice or account. I should have listened to the voice of reason and of my tutor ; his mild behaviour had gained my con- fidence. I preferred his society to that of the younger students ; and in our evening walks to the top of Heddington-hill, we freely conversed on a variety of subjects. Since the days of Pocock and Hyde, Oriental learning has always been the pride of Oxford, and I once expressed an inclination to study Arabic. His prudence discouraged this childish fancy ; but he neglected the fair occasion of directing the ardour of a curious mind. During my absence in the summer vacation, Dr. Waldegrave accepted a college living at Washington in Sussex, and on my return 1 no longer found him at Oxford. From that time I have lost sight of my first tutor ; but at the end of thirty years (i 781) he was still alive ; and the practice of exercise and temperance had entitled him to a healthy old age. The long recess between the Trinity and Michaelmas terms empties the colleges of Oxford, as well as the courts of Westminster. I spent, at my father's house at Beriton in Hampshire, the two months ot A-ugust and September. It is whimsical enough, that as soon as I left Magdalen College, my taste for books began to revive ; but it was the same blind and boyish taste for the pursuit of exotic history. Unpro- vided with original learning, unformed in the habits of thinking, un- skilled in the arts of composition, I resolved— to write a book. The title of this first Essay, The Age of Sesostris, was perhaps suggested by Voltaire's Age of Lewis XIV. which was new and popular ; but my sole object was to investigate the probable date of the life and reign of the conqueror of Asia. I was then enamoured of Sir John Marsham's Canon Chronicus ; an elaborate work, of whose merits and defects I was not yet qualified to judge. According to his specious, though narrow plan, I settled my hero about the time of Solomon, in the tenth century before the Christian era. It was therefore incumbent on me, unless I would adopt Sir Isaac Newton's shorter chronology, to remove a formidable objection ; and my solution, for a youth of fifteen, is not devoid of ingenuity. In his version of the Sacred Books, Manctho the AUrOBIOGRArHIC MEMOIRS OF ED WARD GIJBBOX. 2g high priest has identified Sethosis, or Scsostris, with the elder broll-.or of Danaus, who landed in Greece, according to the Parian Marble, fifteen hundred and ten years before Christ. But in my supposition the high priest is guilty of a voluntary error ; flattery is the proHfic parent of falsehood. Manetho's History of Egypt is dedicated to Ptolemy Philadelphus, who derived a fabulous or illegitimate pedigree from the Macedonian kings of the race of Hercules. Danaus is the ancestor of Hercules ; and after the failure of the elder branch, his descendants, the Ptolemies, are the sole representatives of the royal family, and may claim by inheritance the kingdom which they hold by conquest. Such were my juvenile discoveries ; at a riper age I no longer presume to connect the Greek, the Jewish, and the Egyptian antiquities, which are lost in a distant cloud. Nor is this the only instance, in which the belief and knowledge of the child are superseded by the more rational ignorance of the man. During my stay at Beriton, my infant-labour was diligently prosecuted, without much interruption from company or country diversions ; and I already heard the music of public applause. The discovery of my own weakness was the first symptom of taste. On my return to Oxford, the Age of Sesostris was wisely relinquished ; but the imperfect sheets remained twenty years at the bottom of a drawer, till, in a general clearance of papers (Nov., 1772,) they were committed to the flames. After the departure of Dr. Waldgrave, I was transferred, with his other pupils, to his academical heir, whose literary character did not command the respect of the college. Dr. well remembered that he had a salary to receive, and only forgot that he had a duty to per- form. Instead of guiding the studies, and watching over the behaviour of his disciple, I was never summoned to attend even the ceremony of a lecture ; and, excepting one voluntary visit to his rooms, during the eight months of his titular office, the tutor and pupil lived in the same college as strangers to each other. The want of experience, of advice, and of occupation, soon betrayed me into some improprieties of conduct, ill-chosen company, late hours, and inconsiderate expense. My growing debts might be secret ; but my frequent absence was visible and scandalous : and a tour to Bath, a visit into Buckingham- shire, and four excursions to London in the same winter, were costly and dangerous frolics. They were, indeed, without a meaning, as without an excuse. The irksomeness of a cloistered life repeatedly tempted me to wander ; but my chief pleasure was that of travelling ; and I was too young and bashful to enjoy, like a Manly Oxonian in Town, the pleasures of London. In all these excursions 1 eloped from Oxford ; I returned to college ; in a few days I eloped again, as if I had been an independent stranger in a hired lodging, without once hearmg the voice of admonition, without once feeling the hand ot control. Yet my time was lost, my expenses were multiplied, my be- haviour abroad was unknown ; lolly as well as vice should have awa- kened the attention of my superiors, and my tender years would have justified a more than ordinary degree of restraint and discipline. It might at least be expected, that an ecclesiastical school should inculcate the orthodox principles of religion. But our venerable mother had contrived to unite the opposite extremes of bigotry and indiffer- 30 I EMBRACE THE ERRORS OF THE CHURCH OF ROME. ence : an heretic, or unbeliever, was a monster in her eyes ; but she was always, or often, or sometimes, remiss in the spiritual education of her own children. According to the statutes of the university, every student, before he is matriculated, must subscribe his assent to the thirty-nine articles of the church of England, which are signed by more than read, and read by more than believe them. My insufficient age excused me, however, from the immediate performance of this legal ceremony ; and the vice-chancellor directed me to return, as soon as I should have accomplished my fifteenth year; recommending me, in the mean while, to the instruction of my college. My college forgot to instruct : 1 forgot to return, and was myself forgotten l^y the first magis- trate of the university. Without a single lecture, either public or pri- vate, either christian or protestant, without any academical subscription, without any episcopal confirmation, I was left by the dim light of my catechism to grope my way to the chapel and comnuniion-table, where I was admitted, without a c^uestion, how far, or by what means, I might be qualified to receive the sacrament. Such almost incredible neglect was productive of the worst mischiefs. From my childhood I had been fond of religious disputation : my poor aunt has been often puzzled by the mysteries which she strove to believe ; nor had the clastic spring been totally broken by the weight of the atmosphere of Oxford. The blind activity of idleness urged me to advance without armour into the dangerous mazes of controversy ; and at the age of sixteen, I bewil- dered myself in the errors of the church of Rome. The progress of my conversion may tend to illustrate, at least, the history of my own mind. It was not long since Dr. Middleton's free inquiry had founded an alarm in the theological world : much ink and much gall had been spilt in the defence of the primitive miracles; and the two dullest of their champions were crowned with academic honours by the university of Oxford. The name of Middleton was unpopular ; and his proscription very naturally led me to peruse his writings, and those of his antagonists. His bold criticism, which approaches the precipice of infidelity, produced on my mind a singular eftect ; and had I persevered in the communion of Rome, I should now apply to my owu fortune the prediction of the Sibyl, Via prima salutis, Quod minime reris, Graia, pandetur ab urbe. The elegance of style and freedom of argument were repelled by a shield of prejudice. I still revered the character, or rather the names, of the saints and fathers whom Dr. Middleton exposes ; nor could he destroy my implicit belief, that the gift of miraculous powers was con- tinued in the church, during the first four or five centuries of Chris- tianity. But I was unable to resist the weight of historical evidence, that within the same period most of the leading doctrines of popery were already introduced in theory and practice : nor was my conclu- sion absurd, that miracles are the test of truth, and that the church must be orthodox and pure, wliich was so often approved by the visiljle interposition of the Deity. The marvellous tales which arc so boklly attested by the Basils and Chrysostoms, the Austins and Jeroms, com- pelled me to embrace the superior merits of celibacy, the institution of A UTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF ED WARD GlBnON. 3 1 the monastic life, the use of the sign of the cross, of holy oil, and even of images, the invocation of saints, the worship of relics, the rudiments of purgatory in prayers for the dead, and the tremendous mystery of the sacrifice of the body and blood of Christ, which insensibly swelled into the prodigy of transubstantiation. In these dispositions, and already more than half a convert, I formed an unlucky intimacy with a young gentleman of our college, whose name I shall spare. With a character less resolute, Mr. had imbibed the same religious opinions ; and some Popish books, I know not through what channel, were conveyed into his possession. 1 read, I applauded, I believed : the English translations of two famous works of Bossuet, Bishop of Meaux, the Exposition of the Catholic Doctrine, and the History of the I'rotestant Variations, achieved my conversion, and I surely fell by a noble hand.* 1 have since examined the originals with a more discern- ing eye, and shall not hesitate to pronounce, that Bossuet is indeed a master of all the weapons of controversy. In the Exposition, a specious apology, the orator assumes, with consummate art, the tone of candour and simplicity ; and the ten-horned monster is transformed, at his magic touch, into the milk-white hind, who must be loved as soon as she is seen. In the History, a bold and well-aimed attack, he displays, with a happy mixture of narrative and argument, the faults and follies, the changes and contradictions of our first reformers ; whose variations (as he dexterously contends) are the mark of historical error, while the perpetual unity of the catholic church is the sign and test of infallible truth. To my present feelings it seems incredible that 1 should ever believe that 1 believed in transubstantiation. But my conqueror oppressed me with the sacramental words, " Hoc est corpus meum," and dashed against each other the figurative half-meanings of the protest- ant sects : every objection was resolved into omnipotence ; and after repeating at St. Mary's the Athanasian creed, I humbly acquiesced in the mystery of the real presence. " To take up half on trust, and half to try, Name it not faith, but bungling bigotry. Both knave and fool, the merchant we may call, ") To pay great sums, and to compound the small, > For who would break with Heaven, and would not break for all ? " i No sooner had I settled my new religion than 1 resolved to profess my- self a catholic. Youth is sincere and impetuous ; and a momentary glow of enthusiasm had raised me above all temporal considerations.f By the keen prolestants, who would gladly retaliate the example of persecution, a clamour is raised of the increase of popery: and they are always loud to declaim against the toleration of priests and Jesuits, who pervert so many of his majesty's subjects from their religion and allegiance. On the present occasion, the fall of one or more of her sons directed this clamour against the university : and it was con- * Mr. Gibbon never talked with me on the subject of his conversion to popery but once : and then he imputed his change to the works of Parsons the Jesuit, who hvcd in the reisn of Elizabeth, and who, he said, had urged all the best arguments in favour of the Roman catholic religion. S. + He described the letter to his father, announcing his conversion, as written with all tho pomp, the dignity, and self-satisfaction of a martyr. i>. 32 MV FA THER DEPL ORES MY ' CONVERSION. ' fluently afiirmed that popish missionaries were sufiered, under various disguises, to introduce themselves into the colleges of Oxford. But justice obliges me to declare, that, as far as relates to myself, this assertion is false ; and that I never conversed with a priest, or even with a papist, till my resolution from books was absolutely fixed. In my last excursion to London, I addressed myself to Mr. Lewis, a Roman catholic bookseller in Russell-street, Covent Garden, who recommended me to a priest, of whose name and order I am at present ignorant. In our first interview he soon discovered that persuasion was needless. After sounding the motives and merits of my conversion, he consented to admit me into the pale of the church \ and at his feet, on the eighth of June 1753, I solemnly, though privately, abjured the errors of heresy. The seduction of an English youth of family and fortune was an act of as much danger as glory ; but he bra\'ely over- looked the clanger, of which I was not then sufficiently informed. " Where a person is reconciled to the see of Rome, or procures others to be reconciled, the offence (says Blackstone) amounts to high treason." And if the humanity of the age would prevent the execution of this sanguinary statute^ there were other laws of a less odious cast, which condemned the priest to perpetual imprisonment, and trans- ferred the proselyte's estate to his nearest relation. An elaborate con- troversial epistle, approved by my director, and addressed to my father, announced and. justified the step which I had taken. My father was neither a bigot nor a philosopher ; but his affection deplored the loss of an only son ; and his good sense was astonished at my strange departure from the religion of my country. In the first sally of passion he divulged a secret which prudence might have suppressed, and the gates of Magdalen College were for ever shut against my return. Many years afterwards, when the name of Gibbon was become as notorious as that of Middlcton, it was industriously whispered at Oxford, that the historian had formerly "turned papist ;" my character stood exposed to the reproach of inconstancy ; and this invidious topic would have been handled without mercy by my opponents, could they have separated my cause from that of the university. For my own part, I am proud of an honest sacrifice of interest to conscience. I can never blush, if my tender mind was entangled in the sophistry that seduced the acute and manly understandings of Chillingworth and Bayle, who afterwards emerged from superstition to scepticism. While Charles the First governed England, and was himself governed by a catholic queen, it cannot be denied that the missionaries of Rome laboured with impunity and success in the court, the country, and even the universities. One of the sheep, Whom the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said, is Mr. William Chillingworth, Master of Arts, and Fellow of Trinity College, Oxford ; Avho, at the ripe age of twenty-eight years, was per- suaded to elope from Oxford, to the English seminary at Douay in Flanders. Some disputes with Fisher, a subtle Jesuit, might first awaken him from the prejudices of education ; but he yielded to his own victorious argument, " that there must be somewhere an infallible AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. 33 Judge; and that the church of Rome is the only christian society which either does or can pretend to that character." After a short trial of a few months, Mr. Chillingworth was again tormented by religious scruples : he returned home, resumed his studies, unravelled his mis- takes, and delivered his mind from the yoke of authority and super- stition. His new creed was built on the principle, that the Bible is our sole judge, and private reason our sole interpreter : and he ably main- tains this principle in the Religion of a Protestant, a book which, after startling the doctors of Oxford, is still esteemed the most solid defence of the Reformation. The learning, the virtue, the recent merits of the author, entitled him to fair preferment : but the slave had now broken his fetters ; and the more he weighed, the less was he disposed to sub- scribe to the thirty-nine articles of the church of England. In a private letter he declares, with all the energy of language, th.\t he could not subscribe to them without subscribing to his own damnation ; and that if ever he should depart from this immoveable resolution, he would allow his friends to think him a madman, or an atheist. As the letter is without a date, we cannot ascertain the number of weeks or months that elapsed between this passionate abhorrence and the Salisbury Register, which is still extant. "Ego Gulielmus Chillingworth, omnibus hisce articulis, et singulis in iisdem contentis volens, et ex animo subscribe, et conscnsum meum iisdem prtebeo. 20 die Julii 1638." But, alas ! the chancellor and prebendary of Sarum soon deviated from his own subscription : as he more deeply scrutinized the article of the Trinity, neither scripture nor the primitive fathers could long uphold his orthodox belief; and he could not but confess, "that the doctrine of Arius is either the truth, or at least no damnable heresy." From this middle region of the air, the descent of his reason would naturally rest on the firmer ground of the Socinians : and if we may credit a doubtful story, and the popular opinion, his anxious inquiries at last subsided in philosophic indifference. So conspicuous, however, were the candour of his nature and the innocence of his heart, that this apparent levity did not affect the reputation of Chillingworth. His frequent changes proceeded from too nice an inquisition into truth. His doubts grew out of himself; he assisted them with all the strength of his reason : he was then too hard for himself; but finding as little quiet and repose in those victories, he quickly recovered, by a new appeal to his own judgment : so that in all his sallies and retreats, he was in fact his own convert. Bayle was the son of a Calvinist minister in a remote province cr*" France, at the foot of the Pyrenees. For the benefit of education, the protectants w^ere tempted to risk their children in the catholic univer- sities ; and in the twenty-second year of his age, young Bayle was seduced by the arts and arguments of the Jesuits of Toulouse. He remained about seventeen months (Mar. 19 1669 — Aug. 19 1670) in their hands, a voluntary captive : and a letter to his parents, which the new convert composed or subscribed (April 15 1670), is darkly tinged with the spirit of popery. But Nature had designed him to think as he pleased, and to speak as he thought : his piety was offended by the excessive worship of creatures ; and the study of physics convinced him of the impossibility of ttansubstantiation, which is abundantly 34 CHILLING IVOR TH AND BA YLE—THE EXPERIENCE^ OF. refuted by the testimony of our senses. His return to the communion of a falling sect was a bold and disinterested step, that exposed him to the rigour of the laws ; and a speedy flight to Geneva protected him from the resentment of his spiritual tyrants, unconscious as they were of the full value of the prize, which they had lost. Had Bayle adhered to the catholic church, had he embraced the ecclesiastical profession, the genius and favour of such a proselyte might have aspired to wealth and honours in his native country : but the hypocrite would have found less happiness in the comforts of a benefice, or the dignity of a mitre, than he enjoyed at Rotterdam in a private state of exile, indigence, and freedom. Without a country, or a patron, or a prejudice, he claimed the liberty and subsisted by the labours of his pen : the inequality of his voluminous works is explained and excused by his alternately writing for himself, for the booksellers, and for posterity ; and if a severe critic would reduce him to a single folio, that relic, like the books of the Sibyl, would become still more valuable. A calm and lofty spectator of the religious tempest, the philosopher of Rotterdam condemned with equal firmness the persecution of Lewis the Four- teenth, and the republican maxims of the Calvinists ; their vain pro- phecies, and the intolerant bigotry which sometimes vexed his solitary retreat. In reviewing the controversies of the times, he turned against each other the arguments of the disputants ; successively wielding the arms of the catholics and protestants. he proves that neither the way of authority, nor the way of examination can afford the multitude any test of religious truth ; and dexterously concludes that custom and education must be the sole grounds of popular belief. The ancient paradox of Plutarch, that atheism is less pernicious than superstition, acquires a tenfold vigor, when it is adorned with the colours of his wit, and pointed with the acuteness of his logic. His critical dictionary is a vast repository of facts and opinions ; and he balances the false religions in his sceptical scales, till the opposite quantities (if I may use the language of algebra) annihilate each other. The wonderful power which he so boldly exercised, of assembling doubts and objec- tions, had tempted him jocosely to assume the title of the vnpeXiiytpsra 'LiVQ, the cloud-compelling Jove; and in a conversation with the ingenious Abbe (afterwards Cardinal) de Poiignac, he freely disclosed his universal Pyrrhonism. " I am most truly (said Bayle) a protestant ; for I protest indifferently against all systems and all sects." The academical resentment, which I may possibly have provoked, will prudently spare this plain narrative of my studies, or rather of my idleness ; and of the unfortunate e\'ent which shortened the term of my residence at Oxford. But it may be suggested, that my father was unlucky in the choice of a society, and the chance of a tutor. It will perhaps be asserted, that in the lapse of forty years many improvements liave taken place in the college and in the university. I am not unwilling to believe, that some tutors might have been found more active than Dr. Waldgrave, and less contemptible than Dr. ****. About the same time, and in the same walk, a Bentham was still treading in the footsteps of a Burton, whose maxims he bad adopted, and whose life he had published. The biographer indeed preferred the school-logic to the new philosophy, Burgursdicius to Locke j and AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. 35 tlie hero appears, in his own writings, a stiff and conceited pedant. Yet even these men, according to the measure of their capacity, might be diligent and useful ; and it is recorded of Burton, that he taught his pupils what he knew ; some Latin, some Greek, some ethics and metaphysics ; referring them to proper masters for the languages and sciences of which he was ignorant. At a more recent period, many students have been attracted by the merit and reputation of Sir William Scott, then a tutor in University College, and now conspicuous in the profession of the civil law : my personal acquaintance with that gentle- man has inspired me with a just esteem for his abilities and knowledge ; and I am assured that his lectures on history would compose, were they given to the public, a most valuable treatise. Under the auspices of the present Archbishop of York, Dr. Markham, himself an eminent scholar, a more regular discipline has been introduced, as I am told, at Christ Church;* a course of classical and philosophical studies is pro- posed, and even pursued, in that numerous seminary : learning has been made a duty, a pleasure, and even a fashion ; and several young gentlemen do honour to the college in which they have been educated. According to the will of the donor, the profit of the second part of Lord Clarendon's History has been applied to the establishment of a riding-school, that the polite exercises might be taught, I know not with what success, in the university. The Vinerian professorship is of far more serious importance ; the laws of his country are the first science of an Englishman of rank and fortune, who is called to be a magistrate, and may hope to be a legislator. This judicious institution was coldly entertained by the graver doctors, who complained (I have heard the complaint) that it would take the young people from their books : but Mr. Viner's benefaction is not unprofitable, since it has at least pro- duced the excellent commentaries of Sir William Blackstone. After carrying me to Putney, to the house of his friend Mr, Mallet,t * This was written on the information Mr. Gibbon had received, and the observation he had made, previous to his late residence at Lausanne. During his last visit to England, he had an opportunity of seeing at Sheffield-place some j'oung men of the college above alluded to ; he had great satisfaction in conversing with them, made many inquiries respecting their course of study, applauded the discipline of Christ Church, and the liberal attention shown by the Dean, to those whose only recommendation was their merit. Had Mr. Gibbon lived to revise this work, I am sure he would have mentioned the name of Dr. Jackson with the highest commendation. There are other colleges at O.xford, with whose discipline my friend was unac- quainted, to which, without doubt, he would willingly have allowed their due praise, particu- larly Brazen Nose and Oriel Colleges ; the former under the care of Dr. Cleaver, bishop of Chester, the latter under that of Dr. Eveleigh. It is still greatly to be wished that the general expence, or rather extravagance, of young men at our English universities m.ay be more effectually restrained. The expence, in which they are permitted to indulge, is incon- sistent not only with a necess.ary degree of study, but with those habits of morahty which .should be promoted, by all means possible, at an early period of life. An academical education in England is at present an object of alarm and terror to every thinking parent of moderate fortune. It is the apprehension of the expence, of the dissipation, and other evil consequences, which arise from the want of proper restraint at our own universities, that forces a number of our English youths to those of Scotland, and utterly excludes many from any sort of academical instruction. If a charge be true, which I have heard insisted on, that the heads of our col- leges in Oxford and Cambridge are vain of having under their care chiefly men of opulence, who may be supposed exempt from the necessity of occonomical controul, they are indeed highly censurable ; since the mischief of allowing early habits of expence and dissipation is great, in various respects, even to those possessed of large property ; and the most serious evil from this indulgence must happen to youths of humbler fortune, who certainly form the majority of students both at Oxford and Cambridge.— S. t Tlie author of a life of Bacon, which has been rated above its value j of some forgotten poems and plays ; and of the pathetic ballad of William and Margaret. 36 I AM SENT TO LA USANNE. by whose philosophy I was rather scandalized than reclaimed, it was necessary for my father to form a new plan of education, and to devise some method which, if possible, might effect the cure of my spiritual malady. After much debate it v/as determined, from the advice and personal experience of Mr. Eliot (now Lord Eliot) to fix me, during some years, at Lausanne in Switzerland. Mr. Frey, a Swiss gentleman of Basil, undertook the conduct of the journey : we left London the 19th of June, crossed the sea from Dover to Calais, travelled post through several provinces of France, by the direct road of St. Ouentin, Rheims, Langres, and Besanqon, and arrived the 30th of June at Lausanne, where I was immediately settled under the roof and tuition of Mr. Pavilliard, a Calvinist minister. The first marks of my father's displeasure rather astonished than aftlicted me : when he threatened to banish, and disown, and disinherit a rebellious son, I cherished a secret hope that he would not be able or willing to effect his menaces ; and the pride of conscience encouraged me to sustain the honourable and important part which I was now acting. My spirits were raised and kept alive by the rapid motion of my journey, the new and various scenes of the Continent, and the civility of Mr. Frey, a man of sense, who was not ignorant of books or the world. But after he had resigned me into Pavilliard's hands, and I was fixed in my new habitation, I had leisure to contemplate the strange and melancholy prospect before me. My first complaint arose from my ignorance of the language. In my childhood I had once studied the French grammar, and I could imperfectly understand the easy prose of a familiar subject. But when I was thus suddenly cast on a foreign land, I found myself deprived of the use of speech and of hearing; and, during some weeks, incapable not only of enjoying the pleasures of conversation, but even of asking or answering a question in the common intercourse of life. To a home-bred Englishman every object, every custom was offensive ; but the native of any country might have been disgusted with the general aspect of his lodging and entertainment. I had now exchanged my elegant apartment in Mag- dalen College, for a narrow, gloomy street, the most unfrequented of an unhandsome town, for an old inconvenient house, and for a small chaniber ill-contrived and ill-furnished, which, on the approach of Winter, instead of a companionable fire, must be warmed by the dull invisible heat of a stove. From a man 1 was again degraded to the dependence of a schoolboy. Mr. Pavilliard managed my expences, which had been reduced to a diminutive state : I received a small monthly allowance for my pocket-money ; and helpless and awkward as I have ever been, I no longer enjoyed the indispensable comfort of a servant. My condition seemed as destitute of hope, as it was devoid of pleasure : 1 was separated for an indefinite, which appeared an infinite term from my native country ; and I had lost all connexion with my catholic friends. 1 have since reflected with surprise, that as the Romish clergy of every part of Europe maintain a close corre- spondence with each other, they never attempted, by letters or messages, to rescue me from the hands of the heretics, or at least to confirm my zeal and constancy in the profession of the faith. Such was my first introduction to Lausanne ; a place where I spent nearly five years AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. Z7 with pleasure and profit, which I afterwards revisited without compul- sion, and wliich I have finally selected as the most grateful retreat for the decline of my life. But it is the peculiar felicity of youth that the most unpleasing objects and events seldom make a deep or lasting impression ; it forgets the past, enjoys the present, and anticipates the future. At the flexible age of sixteen 1 soon learned to endure, and gradually to adopt, the new forms of arbitrary manners : the real hardships of my situation were alienated by time. Had I been sent abroad in a more splendid style, such as the fortune and bounty of my father might have supplied, I might have returned home with the same stock of language and science, which our countrymen usually import from the Continent. An exile and a prisoner as I was, their example betrayed me into some irregularities of wine, of play, and of idle excursions : but I soon felt the impossibility of associating with them on equal terms ; and after the departure of my first acquaintance, I held a cold and civil corre- spondence with their successors. This seclusion from English society was attended with the most solid benefits. In the Pays de Vaud, the French language is used with less imperfection than in most of the distant provinces of PVance : in Pavilliard's family, necessity compelled me to listen and to speak ; and if I was at first disheartened by the apparent slowness, in a few months I was astonished by the rapidity of my progress. My pronunciation was formed by the constant repetition of the same sounds; the variety of words and idioms, the rules of grammar, and distinctions of genders, were impressed in my memory : ease and freedom were obtained by practice ; correctness and elegance by labour ; and before I was recalled home, French, in which I spon- taneously thought, was more familiar than English to my ear, my tongue, and my pen. The first effect of this opening knowledge was the revival of my love of reading, which had been chilled at Oxford; and I soon turned over, without much choice, almost all the French books in my tutor's library. Even these amusements were productive of real advantage: my taste and judgment were now somewhat riper. I was introduced to a new mode of style and literature : by the comparison of manners and opinions, my views were enlarged, my prejudices were corrected, and a copious voluntary abstract of the Histoire de rEglise et de r Empire J by le Sueur, may be placed in a middle line between my childish and my manly studies. As soon as I was able to converse with the natives, I began to feel some satisfaction in their company : my awkward timidity was polished and emlioldened ; and I frequented, for the first time, assemblies of men and women. The acquaintance of the Pavilliards prepared me by degrees for more degant society. I was received with kindness and indulgence in the best families of Lausanne ; and it was in one of these that I formed an intimate and lasting connection with Mr. Deyverdun, a young man of an amiable temper and excellent understanding. In the arts of fencing and dancing, small indeed was my proficiency ; and some months were idly wasted in the riding-school. My unfitness to bodily exercise reconciled me to a sedentary life, and the horse, the favourite of my countrymen, never contributed to the pleasures of my youth. My obligations to the lessons of Mr. Pavilliard, gratitude v.ill not 1) 30 THE COURSE OF INSTRUCTION A T LACS ANNE. suffer me to forget : he was endowed with a clear head and a warm heart ; his innate benevolence had assuaged the spirit of the church ; he was rational, because he was moderate : in the course of his studies he had acquired a just though superficial knowledge of most branches of literature ; by long practice, he was skilled in the arts of teaching ; and he laboured with assiduous patience to know the character, gain the affection, and open the mind of his English pupil.* As soon as we began to imderstand each other, he gently led me, from a blind and undistinguishing love of reading, into the path of instruction. I con- sented with pleasure that a portion of the morning hours should be consecrated to a plan of modern history and geography, and to the critical perusal of the French and Latin classics ; and at each step I felt myself invigorated by the habits of application and method. His prudence repressed and dissembled some youthful sallies ; and as soon as I was confirmed in the habits of industry and temperance, he gave the reins into my own hands. His favourable report of my behaviour and progress gradually obtained some latitude of action and expence ; and he wished to alleviate the hardships of my lodging and entertain- ment. The principles of philosophy were associated with the exam- ples of taste ; and by a singular chance, the book, as well as the man, Avhich contributed the most cftectually to my education, has a stronger claim on my gratitude than on my admiration. Mr. De Crousaz, the adversary of Bayle and Pope, is not distinguished by lively fancy or profound reflection ; and even in his own country, at the end of a few years, his name and writings are almost obliterated. But his philo- sophy had been formed in the school of Locke, his divinity in that of Limborch and Le Clerc ; in a long and laborious life, several genera- tions of pupils were taught to think, and even to write ; his lessons rescued the academy of Lausanne from Calvinistic prejudice ; and he had the rare merit of diffusing a more liberal spirit among the clergy and people of the Pays de Vaud. His system of logic, which in the last editions has swelled to six tedious and prolix volumes, may be praised as a clear and methodical abridgment of the art of reasoning, from our simple ideas to the most complex operations of the human understanding. This system I studied, and meditated, and abstracted, till I have obtained the free command of an universal instrument, * Extract of a letter frotn M. Pavilliard to Edward Gibbon esq. A Lausanne, ce 25 Jnillet, 1753. Monsieur de Gibbon se porte tres bien par la Grace de Dicu, et il me paroit qu'il ne se trouve pas mal de notre Maison ; j'ai meme lieu de penser qu'il prend de I'attachement pour moi, ce dont je suis charme et que je travaillerai a augmenter, parce qu'il aura plus de con- fiance en moi, dans ce que je me propose de lui dire. Je n'ai point encore enterpris de lui parler sur les matieres de religion, parce que je n'entens pas assez la languc Angloise pour soutenir unc longue conversation en cette langue, quoiqua je lise les auteurs Anglois avec assez de facilitg ; et Monsieur de Gibbon n'entend pas assez de Franfois, mais il y fait beaucoup de progrfis. Je suis fort content de la politesse et de la douceur de caractere de Monsieur votre Fils, et je me flatte que je pouvrai toujours vous parler de lui avec eloge; il s applique beaucoup a la lecture. From the Same to the Saiite. A Lausanne, ce 13 Aout, I753. Monsieur de Gibbon se porte bien par la grace de Dieu ; je I'aime, et je me suis extr6mement attache a lui parce qu'il est doux et tranquille. Pour ce que regard ses sentimens, quoique je ne lui aie encore rien dit la dessus, j'ai lui d'espcrer qu'il ouvrira les yeux a la verite. Je le pcnse ainsi, parce qu'etant dans mon cabinet il a choisi deux livres de controverse qu'il a pris dans sa chambre et qu'il les lit. II m'a charge de vous oftrir ses trOs humble respects, et de vo MS church of Lausanne. It was here that I suspended my religious inquC.. ries, acquiescing with implicit belief in the tenets and mysteries, which are adopted by "the general consent of catholics and protestants.f • M. Pavilliard has described to me the astonishment with which he gazed on Mr. Gibbon standing before him : a thin httle figure, with a large head, disputing and urging, with the greatest ability, all the best arguments that had ever been used in favour of popery. Mr. Gibbon many years ago became very fat and corpulent, but he had uncommonly small bones, and was very slight made. S. t Letter from Mr. Pavilliard /y Edward Gibbon esq. Monsieur, _ June 26th, 1754, J'espOrc que vous pardonnerez mon long silence en faveur des nouvelles qnej'ai a. vous apprendre. Si j'ai tant tarde, ce n'a 6tg ni par oubli, ni par negligence, mais je croyois de semaine en semaine pouvoir vous annoncer que Monsieur votre fils avoit entierement renoncS aux fausse idfies qu'il avoit embrassees ; mais il a fallu disputer le terrein pie a pie, et je n'ai pas trouvfi en iui nn hnmme leger, et qui passe rapidement dun sentiment a un autre. Sou- vent aprfis avoir detruit toutes ses idees sur un article de maniere qu'il n'avoit rien a repliquer, ce qu'il avouoit sans detour, il me disoit qu'il ne croioit pas, qu'il n'y eut rien a me repondre. La dessus je n'ai pas juge qu'il fallut le pousser a bout, et extorquer de Iui un aveu que son ccEur des^voueroit ; je Iui donnois alors du terns pour rcflechir ; tons mes livres etoient 9, sa disposition ; je revenois a, la charge quand il m'avouoit qu'il avoit etudie la matiere aussi bien qu'il I'avoit pu, et enfin j'etablissoit une verite. Je me persuadois, que quand j'aurois detruit les prlncipales erreurs de I'eglise Romaine, je n'uurois qu'a faire voir que les autres sont des consequences des premigres, et qu'elles ne peuvcnt subsister quand lesfundamentales sont renversees ; mais, comme je I'ai dit, je me suis trompo, il a failu traitter chaque article dans son entier. Par la grace de Dieu, je n'ai pas perdu mon terns, et aujourdhui, si meme il conserve quelques rcstes de ces pernicieuses erreurs, j'ose dire qu'il n'est plus membre de I'eglise Romaine ; void dans oil nous en sommes. J'ai renverse I'infallibilite de I'eglise; j'ai prouve que jamais St. Pierre n'a ^t(5 chef des api'itres : que quand il I'auroit ete, le pape n'est point son successeur ; qu'il est douteuse que St. Pierre a j.imais 6\.6 a. Rome, mais, suppose qu'il y ait ete, il n'a pas ete eveque de cette ville : que la transubstantiation est un invention humaine.ct peuancien ne dans I'eglise; que I'adoration de I'Eucharistc et le retranchement de la coupe sont contraires a la parole de Dieu : qu'il y a des saints, mais que nous ne savons pas que ils sont, et par consequent qu'on ne pent pas le prier; que le respect et le culte qu'on rend aux reliques est condamnable ; qu'il n'y a point de purga- toire, et que la doctrine des indulgences est fausse ; que la Careme et les jeunes du Vendredi et du Samedi sont ridicules aujourdhui, et de la maniere que I'eglise Romaine lei: prescrit ; que les impulations que I'eglise de Rome nous fait de varier dans notre doctrine, et d'avoir pour reformatcurs des personnes dont la conduite et les mojurs ont etc en scandale, sont entiere- ment fausses. Vous comprenez bien. Monsieur, que ces articles sont d'un longue discussion, qu'il a fallu du lems a Monsieur votre fils pour mediter mes raison.s et pour y chcrcher des reponses. Je Iui ai demandu plusieurs fois, si mes preuves et mes raisons Iui paroissoient convainquantes ; il m'a toujours assure qu'oui, de fafon que j'ose assurer, aussi comme je le Iui a dit a Iui meme, il y a pen de terns qu'il n'etoit phis catholique Remain. Je me fiatte, qu'aprCs avoir obtenu la victoire sur ces articles, je I'aurai sur le reste avec le secovirs de Dieu. Tellement que ja compte de vous marquer dans peu que cette ouvrage est fini, je dois vous dire encore, que quoiquc j'ai trouve Mr. votre fils tres ferme dans ses idees, je I'ai trouvi^ raisonnable, qu'il s'est rendu il la lumifire, et qu'il n'est pas, ce qu'on appelle, chicaneur. Par raport a I'article du 40 MY SELF-CULTURE, AND COURSE OF READLNG. Such, from my arrival at Lausanne, during the first eighteen or twenty months (July 1753 — March 1755), were my useful studies, the foundation of all my future improvements. But every man who rises above the common level has received two educations : the first from his teachers ; the second, more personal and important, from himself. He will not, like the fanatics of the last age, define the moment of grace ; but he cannot forget the sera of his life, in which his mind has expanded to its proper form and dimensions. My worthy tutor had the good sense and modesty to discern how far he could be useful : as soon as he felt that I advanced beyond his speed and measure, he wisely left me to my genius ; and the hours of lesson were soon lost in the voluntary labour of the whole morning, and sometimes of the whole day. The desire of prolonging my time, gradually confirmed the salutary habit of early rising, to which I have always adhered, with some regard to seasons and situations ; but it is happy for my eyes and my health, that my temperate ardour has never been seduced to trespass on the hours of the night. During the last three years of my residence at Lausanne, I may assume the merit of serious and solid application ; but I am. tempted to distinguish the last eight months of the year 1755, as the period of the most extraordinaiy diligence and rapid progress.* In my French and Latin translations I adopted an excellent method, which, from my own success, I would recommend to the imitation of students. I chose some classic writer, such as Cicero and Vertot, the most approved for purity and elegance of style. I translated, for instance, an epistle of Cicero into French ; and after throwing it aside, till the words and phrases were obliterated from my memory, I re-translated my French into such Latin as I could find ; and then compared each sentence of my imperfect version, with the jeune le Vendredi et Samedi, long tems apres que je vous eus ecrit qu'il n'avoit jamais marque qu'il voulut I'observer, environ le commencement du mois de Mars je m'aperfus un Vendredi qu'il ne mangeoit point de viande ; je lui parlai en particulier pour en savoir laraison, craig- nant que ce ne fut par indisposition ; il me repondit qu'il I'avoit fait a dessein, et qu'il avoit cru etre oblige de se conformer a la pratique d'un eglise dont il etoit membre : nous parlames quelques tems sur ce sujet ; il m'assura qu'il n'invisageoit cela que comme une pratique bonne a la verite, et qu'il devoit suivre, quoiqu'il ne la crus pas sainte en elle meme, ni d'institution divine. Je ne crus pas devoir insister pour lors, ni le forcer il agir centre ses lumieres : j'ai traitte cette article qu'est certainement un des moins importans des moins fondes ; et cepen- dant il m'a fallu un tems considerable pour le detromper, et pour lui faire comprendre qu'il avoit tort de s'assujetlir a la pratique d'un Eglise qu'il ne reconnoissoit plus pour infaillible ; que si meme cette pratique avoit eu quelque utiiite' dans son institution, cependant elle_ n'eri avoit aucune en elle meme, puis qu'elle ne contribuoit en rien a la purete des mceurs ; qu'ainsi il n'y avoit aucune raison, ni dans I'institution de cette pratique, ni dans la pratique en elle meme, que I'autorisit a s'y soumettre : qu'aujourdhui ce n'etoit qu'une affaire d'interet, puis qu'avecdl l'ar°;ent on obtennoit des dispenses pour manger gras, &c. de manier que je I'ai ramene a la liberte Chretienne avec beaucoup de peine et seulement depuis quelques sc maines. Je I'ai engage a vous ecrire, pour vous manifester les sentimens oil il est, et I'etat de sa sante, et je crois qu'il I'a fait. * Journal, December 1755.] — In finishing this year, I must remark how favourable it was to my studies. In the space of eight months, from the beginning of April, I learnt the prin- ciples of drawing ; made myself complete master of the French and Latin languages, with which I was very superficially acquainted before, and wrote and translated a great deal in both ; read Cicero's Epistles ad Familiares, his Brutus, all his Orations, his Dialogues de Amicitia, and De Senectute; Terence, twice; and Pliny's Epistles. In French, Giannone's History of Naples, and I'Abbe' Bannier's Mythology, and M. de Boehat's Memoirs sur la Suisse, and wrote a very ample relation of my tour. I likewise began to study Greek, and went throuf^h the Grammar. I begun to make very large coUecti^ons of what I read. But what I esteem most of all, from the perusal and meditation of De Crousaz's Logic, I not only tindorstood the principles of th.;t science, but formed my mind to a habit of thinking and rea« Ofuiiiig I had no idea of before. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC AiEMOtRS OF EDWARD GIB BOX. 4 1 ease, the grace, the propriety of the Roman orator. A similar experi- ment was made on several pages of the Revohitions of Vertot ; I turned them into Latin, returned them after a sufficient interval into my own French, and again scrutinized the resemblance or dissimilitude of the copy and the original. By degrees I was less ashamed, by degrees I was more satisfied with myself ; and I persevered in the practice of these double translations, which filled several books, till I had acquired the knowledge ot both idioms, and the command at least of a correct style. This useful exercise of writing was accompanied and succeeded by the more pleasing occupation of reading the best authors. The perusal of the Roman classics was at once my exercise and reward. Dr. jMiddleton's History, which I then appreciated above its true value, naturally directed me to the writings of Cicero. The most per- fect editions, that of Olivet, which may adorn the shelves of the rich, that of Ernesti, which should lie on the table of the learned, were not in my power. For the familiar epistles 1 used the text and English commentary of Bishop Ross : but my general edition was that of V'cr- burgius, published at Amsterdam in two large volumes in folio, with an indifferent choice of various notes. I read, with application and pleasure, all the epistles, all the orations, and the most important treatises of rhetoric and philosophy ; and as I read, I applauded the observation of Quintilian, that every student may judge of his own proficiency, by the satisfaction which he receives from the Roman orator. I tasted the beauties of language, I breathed the spirit of free- dom, and I imbibed from his precepts and examples the public and private sense of a man. Cicero in Latin, and Xenophon in Greek, are indeed the two ancients whom I would first propose to a liberal scholar; not only for the merit of their style and sentiments, but for the admi- rable lessons, which may be applied almost to every situation of public and private life. Cicero's Epistles may in particular afford the models of every form of correspondence, from the careless effusions of tender- ness and friendship, to the well-guarded declaration of discreet and dignified resentment. After finishing this great author, a library of eloquence and reason, I formed a more extensive plan of reviewing the Latin classics,* under the four divisions of, i. historians, 2. poets, 3. orators, and 4. philosophers, in a chronological series, from the days of Plautus and Sallust, to the decline of the language and empire of Rome : and this plan, in the last twenty-seven months of my residence at Lausanne (Jan. 1756— April 1758), I nearly accomplished. Nor was this review, however rapid, either hasty or superficial. I indulged myself in a second and even a third perusal of Terence, Virgil, Horace, Tacitus, lie, and studied to imbibe the sense and spirit most congenial to my own. I never suffered a difticult or corrupt passage to escape, till I had viewed it in every light of which it was susceptible : though often disappointed, I always consulted the most learned or ingenious commentators, Torrentius and Dacier on Horace, Catrou and Servius on Virgil, Lipsius on Tacitus, Meziriac on Ovid, &c. ; and in the ardour of my inquiries, I embraced a large circle of historical and * Journal, Jan. 1756.] — ! determined to read over the Latin authors in order ; and read ihis year, Virgil, Sallust, I^ivy, Velleius Paterculus, Valerius Maximus, Tacitus, Suetonius, Quicitus Curtius, Justin, Florus, I'lautus, Terence, and Lucretius. I also read and raeditate7'opose it to my father by Metcalf, or somebody who has a certain credit ovt-r him ? I forgot to ask you whether, in case my father writes to tell me of his marriage, would you advise me to compliment my mother-in-law ? I think so. My health is so very regular, that I have nothing to say about it. I have been the whole day writing you this letter ; the preparations for our voy.age gave me a thousand interruptions. Besides that, 1 was obliged to write in English. This last reason will seem a paradox, but I assure you the French is much more familiar to me. I am, 8^c. £. Gibbon. Lausanne, Sept. 20, 17=6. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON: 45 by the forms and spirit of so many various republics, from the jealous government of theyt'w to the licentious freedom of the 7iiany. I con- templated with pleasure the new prospects of men and manners; though my conversation with the natives would have been more free and in- structive, had I possessed the German, as well as the French language. We passed through most of the principal towns of Switzerland ; Neuf- chatel, Bienne, Soleurre, Arau, Baden, Zurich, Basil, and Berne. In every place we visited the churches, arsenals, libraries, and all the most eminent persons ; and after my return, I digested my notes in fourteen or tifteen sheets of a French journal, which I dispatched to my father, as a proof that my time and his money had not been mis-spent. Had I found this journal among his papers, I might be tempted to select some passages ; but I will not transcribe the printed accounts, and it may be sufticient to notice a remarkable spot, which left a deep and lasting impression on my memory. From Zurich we proceeded to the Benedictine Abbey of Einfidlen, more commonly styled Our Lady of the Hermits. I was astonished by the profuse ostentation of riches in the poorest corner of Europe ; amidst a savage scene of woods and mountains, a palace appears to have been erected by magic ; and it was erected by the potent magic of religion. A crowd of palmers and votaries was prostrate before the altar. The title and worship of the Mother of God provoked my indignation ; and the lively flaked image of superstition suggested to me, as in the same place it had done to Zuinglius, the most pressing argument for the reformation of the churcli. About two years after this tour, I passed at Geneva a useful and agreeable month ; but this excursion, and short visits in the Pays de Vaud, did not materially interrupt my studious and sedentary life at Lausanne. My thirst of improvement, and the languid state of science at Lausanne, soon prompted me to solicit a literary correspondence with several men of learning, whom I had not an opportunity of personally consulting, i. In the perusal of Livy, (xxx. 44,) I had been stopped by a sentence in a speech of Hannibal, which cannot be reconciled by any torture with his character or argument. The commentators dis- semble, or confess their perplexity. It occurred to me, that the change of a single letter, by substituting otio instead of odio, might restore a clear and consistent sense ; but I wished to weigh my emendation in scales less partial than my own. I addressed myself to M. Crevier, the successor of Rollin, and a professor in the university of Paris, who had published a large and valuable edition of Livy. His answer was speedy and polite ; he praised my ingenuity, and adopted my conjecture. 2. I maintained a Latin correspondence, at first anonymous, and afterwards in my own name, with Professor Breitinger of Zurich, the learned editor of a Septuagint Bil)le. In our frequent letters we discussed many questions of anticjuity, many passages of the Latin classics. I pro- posed my interpretations and amendments. His censures, for he did not spare my boldness of conjecture, were sharp and strong ; and I was encouraged by the consciousness of my strength, when I could stand in free debate against a critic of such eminence and erudition. 3. I corresponded on similar topics with the celebrated Professor Matthew Gesner, of the university of Gottingen ; and he accepted, as courteously as the two former, the invitation of an unknown youth. 45 MY ACQUAINTANCE WITH ALLAMAND AND VOLTAIRE. But his abilities might possibly be decayed ; his elaborate letters were feeble and prolix ; and when I asked his proper direction, the vain old man covered half a sheet of paper with the foolish enumeration of his titles and offices. 4. These Professors of Paris, Zurich, and Gottingen, were strangers, whom I presumed to address on the credit of their name ; but iVIr. Allamand, Minister at Bex, was my personal friend, with whom I maintained a more free and interesting correspondence. He was a master of language, of science, and, above all, of dispute ; and his acute and flexible logic could support, with equal address, and perhaps with equal indifference, the adverse sides of every possible question. His spirit was active, but his pen had been indolent. Mr. Allamand had exposed himself to much scandal and reproach, by an anonymous letter (1745) to the Protestants of France; in which he labours to persuade them XhdX public worship is the exclusive right and duty of the state, and that their numerous assemblies of dissenters and rebels were not authorized by the law or the gospel. His style is ani- mated, his arguments specious ; and if the papist may seem to lurk under the mask of a protestant, the philosopher is concealed under the disguise of a papist. After some trials in France and Holland, which were defeated by his fortune or his character, a genius that might have enlightened or deluded the woi'ld, was buried in a country living, un- known to fame, and discontented with mankind. Est sacrificidus in pcigo, ct riisiicos dccipit. As often as private or ecclesiastical business called him to Lausanne, I enjoyed the pleasure and benefit of his con- versation, and we were mutually flattered by our attention to each other. Our correspondence, in his absence, chiefly turned on Locke's meta- physics, which he attacked, and I defended ; the origin of ideas, the principles of evidence, and the doctrine of liberty ; And found no end, in wandering mazes lost. By fencing with so skilful a master, I acquired some dexterity in the use of my philosophic weapons ; but I was still the slave of education and prejudice. He had some measures to keep ; and I much suspect that he never showed me the true colours of his secret scepticism. Before I was recalled from Switzerland, I had the satisfaction of seeing the most extraordinary man of the age ; a poet, an historian, a philosopher, who has filled thirty quartos, of prose and verse, with his various productions, often excellent, and always entertaining. Need I add the name of Voltaire ? After forfeiting, by his own misconduct, the friendship of the first of kings, he retired, at the age of sixty, with a plentiful fortune, to a free and beautiful country, and resided two winters (1757 and 1758) in the town or neighbourhood of Lausanne. My desire of beholding Voltaire, whom I then rated above his real magnitude, was easily gratified. He received me with civility as an English youth ; but I cannot boast of any pecuhar notice or distinction, Viro;ilinm vidi tantum. The ode which he composed on his first arrival on the banks of the Leman Lake, O Maison d'Aristippe ! O yardin d'Epia/rc, cir^r. had been imparted as a secret to the gentleman by whom I was introduced. He allowed mc to read it twice ; I knew it by heart ; and as my dis- cretion was not equal to my memory, the author w as soon displeased AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. 47 by the circulation of a copy. In writing this trivial anecdote, I wished to observe whether my memory was impaired, and 1 have the comfort of finding that e\ery line of the poem is still engraved in fresh and in- delible characters. The highest gratification which I derived from Voltaire's residence at Lausanne, was the uncommon circumstance of hearing a great poet declaim his own productions on the stage. He had formed a company of gentlemen and ladies, some of whom were not destitute of talents. A decent theatre was framed at Monrepos, a country-house at the end of a suburb ; dresses and scenes were pro- vided at the expense of the actors ; and the author directed the re- hearsals with the zeal and attention of paternal love. In two successi\c winters his tragedies of Zayre, Alzire, Zulime, and his sentimental comedy of the Enfant Prodigue, were played at the theatre of Mon- repos. Voltaire represented the characters best adapted to his years, Lusignan, Alvarez, Benassar, Euphcmon. His declamation was fashioned to the pomp and cadence of the old stage ; and he expressed the enthusiasm of poetry, rather than the feelings of nature. My ardour, which soon became conspicuous, seldom failed of procuring me a ticket. The habits of pleasure fortified my taste for the French theatre, and that taste has perhaps abated my idolatry for the gigantic genius of Shakespeare, which is inculcated from our infancy as the first duty of an Englishman. The wit and philosophy of Voltaire, his table and theatre, refined, in a visible degree, the manners of Lausanne ; and, however addicted to study, I enjoyed my share of the amusements of society. After the representation of Monrepos I sometimes supped with the actors. I was now familiar in some, and acquainted in many houses ; and my evenings were generally devoted to cards and con- versation, either in private parties or numerous assemblies. 1 hesitate, from the apprehension of ridicule, when I approach the delicate subject of my early love. By this word I do not mean the polite attention, the gallantry, without hope or design, which has originated in the spirit of chivalry, and is interwoven with the texture of French manners. I understand by this passion the union of desire, friendship, and tenderness, which is inflamed by a single female, which prefers her to the rest of her sex, and which seeks her possession as the supreme or the sole happiness of our being. I need not blush at recollecting the object of my choice ; and though my love was disap- pointed of success, I am rather proud that I was once capable oi feeling such a pure and exalted sentiment. The personal attractions of Mademoiselle Susan Curchod were embellished by the virtues and talents of the mind. Her fortune was humble, but her family was respectable. Her mother, a native of France, had preferred her religion to her country. The profession of her father did not extinguish the moderation and philosophy of his temper, and he lived content with a small salary and laborious duty, in the obscure lot of minister of Grassy, in the mountains that separate the Pays de Vaud from the county of Burgundy.* In the solitude of a sequestered village he * E-xtttiils froin the ycH>iial. — 'i\AX(^\ 1757. — I wrote some critical observations upon Plautus. March 8. — I wrote a long dissertation on some lines of Virgil. June.— I saw Mademoiselle Curchod - t^;««/(Z vincit amor, ct nos cedaiitus aiiiori. August.— I went to brassy, and staid two days. Sept, ij.— I went to Geneva, Oct. 15. — I came back to 48 MY LOVE FOR MISS CURCHOD DEFEATED. bestowed a liberal, and even learned, education on his only daughter. She surpassed his hopes by her proficiency in the sciences and lan- guages ; and in her short visits to some relations at Lausanne, the wit, the beauty, and erudition of Mademoiselle Curchod were the theme of universal applause. The report of such a prodigy awakened my curiosity ; I saw and loved. I found her learned without pedantry, lively in conversation, pure in sentiment, and elegant in manners ; and the first sudden emotion was fortified by the habits and knowledge of a more familiar acquaintance. She permitted me to make her two or three visits at her father's house. I passed some happy days there, in the mountains of Burgundy, and her parents honourably encouraged the connection. In a calm retirement the gay vanity of youth no longer fluttered in her bosom ; she listened to the voice of truth and passion, and I might presume to hope that I had made some impres- sion on a virtuous heart. At Crassy and Lausanne I indulged my dream of felicity : but on my return to England, 1 soon discovered that my father would not hear of this strange alliance, and that without his consent I was myself destitute and helpless. After a painful struggle I yielded to my fate : I sighed as a lover, I obeyed as a son * ; my wound was insensibly healed by time, absence, and the habits of a new life. My cure was accelerated by a faithful report of the tranciuillity and cheerfulness of the lady herself, and my love sub- sided in friendship and esteem. The minister of Crassy soon after- wards died ; his stipend died with him : his daughter retired to Geneva, where, by teaching young ladies, she earned a hard subsistence for her- self and her mother ; but in her lowest distress she maintained a spot- less reputation, and a dignified behaviour. A rich banker of Paris, a citizen of Geneva, had the good fortune and good sense to discover and possess this inestimable treasure ; and in the capital of taste and luxury she resisted the temptations of wealth, as she had sustained the hardships of indigence. The genius of her husband has exalted him to the most conspicuous station in Europe. In every change of pros- perity and disgrace he has reclined on the bosom of a faithful friend ; and Mademoiselle Curchod is now the wife of M. Necker, the minister, and perhaps the legislator, of the French monarchy. Whatsoever have been the fruits of my education, they must be ascribed to the fortunate banishment which placed me at Lausanne. I have sometimes applied to my own fate the verses of Pindar, which remind an Olympic champion that his victory was the consequence of his exile ; and that at home, like a domestic fowl, his days might have rolled away inactive or inglorious. T.ausanne, having passed through Crassy. Nov. i. — I went to visit M. de Wattevillc at l.oin, and saw Mademoiselle Curchod in my way through Rolle. Nov. 17.— I went to Crassy, and staid there six days. Jan. 1758.— In tlie three first months of this year I read Ovid's Metamorphoses, finished the conic sections witli M. de 'I'raytorrens, and went as far as the infinite series ; I likewise read Sir Isaac Newton's Chronology, and wrote my critical observations upon it. Jan. 23. — I saw Alzire acted by the society at Monrepos. Voltaire acted Alvarcs ; D'Hermanches, Zamore ; de St. Cierge, Cusman ; M. de Gentil, Monteze ; and Madame Dcnys, Alzire. * See Oeuvres de Rousseau, torn. xx.\iii. p, SS, Sg. octavo edition. As an author I shall not appeal from the judgment, or taste, or caprice of ycrt« Jaqiies: but that extraordinary man, whom I admire and pity, should have been less precipitate in condemning the moral character and conduct of a stranger. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. 49 ?/roi Kai ria Kev, 'Ki'?o/[ifix«C ''''' aXiicruip, J^iiyyoj'UJ Trap' idrm 'A(c\f>}c Tifia Karf(l)v\\opu)]ench a sketch of his Reflections on Exile : but his reputation now reposes on the address of Voltaire, " Docte sermones utriusque linguae ;" and by his English dedication to Queen Caroline, and his Essay on Epic Poetiy, it should seem that Voltaire himself wished to deserve a retuin of the same compliment. The exception of Count Hamilton cannot fairly be urged ; though an Irishman by birth, he was educated in France from his childhood. Yet I am surprised that a long residence in England, and the habits of domestic conversation, did not affect the ease and purity of his inimitable style ; and I regret the omission of his English verses, which might have afforded an amusing object of comparison, I might therefore assume the primus ego i/i piiiriaiii, &^c.; but with what success I have explored this untrodden path must be left to the decision of my French readers. Dr. IMaty, who might himself be ques- tioned as a foreijj;ner, has secured his retreat at my expense. " Je ne 6o / BECOME CAPTAIN- OF A REGIMENT OF MILITIA. crois pas que vous vous piquiez d'etre moins facile a reconnoitre pom un Anglois que Lucullus pour un Remain.'' My friends at Paris have been more indulgent, they received me as a countryman, or at least as a provincial ; but they were friends and Parisians.* The defects which Maty insinuates, " Ces traits saillans, ces figures hardies, ce sacrifice de la regie au sentiment, et de la cadence a la force," are the faults of the youth, rather than of the stranger : and after the long and laborious exercise of my own language, 1 am conscious that my French style has been ripened and improved. I have already hinted, that the publication of my essay was delayed till I had embraced the military profession. I shall now amuse myself with the recollection of an active scene, which bears no affinity to any other period of my studious and social life. In the outset of a glorious war, the English people had been defended by the aid of German mercenaries. A national militia has been the cry of eveiy patriot since the Revolution ; and this measure, both in parliament and in the field, was supported by the country gentlemen or Tories, who insensibly transferred their loyalty to the house of Hanover : in the language of Mr. Burke, they have changed the idol, but they have preserved the idolatry. In the act of offering our names and receiving our commissions, as major and captain in the Hampshire regiment, (June 12, 1759,) we had not supposed that we sliould be dragged away, my father from his farm, myself from my books, and condemned, during two years and a half, (May 10, 1760 — December 23, 1762,) to a wandering life of military servitude. But a weekly or monthly exercise of thirty thousand provincials would have left them useless and ridiculous ; and after the pretence of an invasion had vanished, the popularity of Mr. Pitt gave a sanction to the illegal step of keeping them till the end of the war under arms, in constant pay and duty, and at a distance from their respective homes. When the King's oi'der for our embodying came down, it was too late to retreat, and too soon to repent. The South battalion of the Hamp- shire militia was a small independent corps of four hundred and seventy-six, ofiicers and men, commanded by lieutenant-colonel Sir Thomas Worsley, who, after a prolix and passionate contest, delivered us from the tyranny of the lord lieutenant, the Duke of Bolton. My proper station, as first captain, was at the head of my own, and after- wards of the grenadier, company ; but in the absence, or even in the presence, of the two field officers, I was entrusted by my friend and my father with the effective labour of dictating the orders, and exer- cising the battalion. With the help of an original journal, I could write the history of my bloodless and inglorious campaigns ; but as tliese events have lost much of their importance in my own eyes, they shall be dispatched in a few words. From Winchester, the first place of assembly, (June 4, 1760,) we were removed, at our own request, for the benefit of a foreign education. By the arbitrary, and often capri- cious, orders of the War-office, the battalion successively marched to * The copious extracts which were given in the yptirnal Eiranger by Mr. Suard, a judi- cious critic, must satisfy both the author and the public. I may here observe, that I have never seen in any Uterary review a tolerable account of my History. The manufacture ol jounials, at least on the continent, is miserably debused. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. 6 1 the pleasant and hospitable Blandford (June 17) ; to Hilsea barracks, a seat of disease and discord (Sept. i) ; to Cranbrook in the weakl of Kent (Dec. 11) ; to the sea-coast of Dover (Dec. 27); to Winchester camp (June 25, 1761) ; to the populous and disorderly town of Devizes (Oct. 23) ; to iSalisbury (Feb. 28, 1762) ; to our beloved Blandford a second time (March 9) ; and finally, to the fashionable resort of Soutliampton (June 2) ; where the colours were fixed till our final dis- eolutiou (Dec. 23). On the beach at Dover we had exercised in sight of the Gallic shores. But the most splendid and useful scene of our life was a four months' encampment on Winchester Down, under the command of the Earl of Effingham. Our army consisted of the thirty-fourth regiment of foot and six mihtia corps. The consciousness of our defects was stimulated by fnendly emulation. We improved our time and opportunities in morning and evening field-days ; and in the general reviews the South Hampshire were rather a credit than a disgrace to the line. In our subsequent quarters of the Devizes and Blandford, we advanced with a quick step in our military studies ; the ballot of the ensuing summer renewed our vigour and youth ; and had the militia subsisted another year, we might have contested the prize with tlie most perfect of our brethren. The loss of so many busy and idle hours was not compensated by any elegant pleasure ; and my temper was insensibly soured by the society of our rustic oflicers. In every state there exists, however, a balance of good and evil. The habits of a sedentary life were usefully broken by the duties of an active profession : in the healthful exercise of the field I hunted with a battalion, instead of a pack ; and at that time I was ready, at any hour of the day or night, to fly from quarters to London, from London to quarters, on the slightest call of private or regimental business. But my principal obligation to the militia, was the making me an Englishman, and a soldier. After my foreign education, with my reserved temper, I should long have continued a stranger in my native country, had I not been shaken in this various scene of new faces and new friends : had not experience forced me to feel the characters of our leading men, the state of parties, the forms of office, and the operation of our civil and military system. In this peaceful service I imbibed the rudiments of the language, and science of tactics, which opened a new field of study and observation. I dili- gently read, and meditated, the Mcnioircs Mih'taires of Quintus Icilius, (!\Ir. Guichardt,) the only writer who has united the merits of a pro- fessor and a veteran. The discipline and evolutions cf a modern bat- talion gave me a clearer notion of the phalanx and the legion ; and the captain of the Hampshire grenadiers (the reader may smile) has not been useless to the historian of the Roman empire, A youth of any spirit is fired even by the play of arms, and in the first sallies of my enthusiasm I had seriously attempted to embrace the regular profession of a soldier. But this military fever was cooled by the cnjoyrrient of our mimic Bcliona, who soon unveiled to my eyes her naked deformity. How often did I sigh for my proper station in society and letters. How often (a proud comparison) did I repeat the com- plaint of Cicero in the command of a provincial army : " Clitelke bovi saut impositae. Est jncrcdjbiJc cjuam me nci^otii ta-xlcat, Non habet 62 JOURNAL OF MY MILITIA EXPERIENCES. satis magnum campum ille tibi nonignotus cursus animi; et industriae me^ pricclara opera cessat. Lucem, libros, uibem domum, vos desidero. Sed fcram, ut potero ; sit modo annuum. Si prorogatur, actum est." — Epist. ad Atticum, lib. v. 15. From a service without danger I might indeed have retired without disgrace ; but as often as I hinted a wish of resigning, my fetters were riveted by the friendly intreaties of the colonel, the parental authority of the major, and my own regard for the honour and welfare of the battalion. When I felt that my personal escape was impracticable, I bowed my neck to the yoke : my servitude was protracted far beyond the annual patience of Cicero ; and it was not till after the preliminaries of peace that I received my discharge, from the act of government which disembodied the militia.* When I complain of the loss of time, justice to myself and to the militia must throw the greatest part of that reproach on the tirst seven or eight months, while I was obliged to learn as well as to teach. The dissipation of Blandford, and the disputes of Portsmouth, consumed the hours which were not employed in the field ; and amid the per- petual hurry of an inn, a barrack, or a guard-room, all literary ideas were banished from my mind. After this long fast, the longest which I have ever known, I once more tasted at Dover the pleasures of * Journal, i76r, Jan. ii.] — In these seven or eight months of a most disagreeably active life, I have had no studies to set down ; indeed, I hardly took a book in my hand the whole time. The first two months at Blandford, I might have done something ; but the novelty of the thing, of which for some time I was so fond as to think of going into the army, our field-days, our dinners abroad, and the drinking and late hours we got into, prevented any serious reflections. From the day we marched from Blandford I had hardly a moment I could call my own, almost continually in motion ; if I was fi.\ed for a day, it was in the guard-room, a barrack, or an inn. Our disputes consumed the little time I had left. Every letter, every memorial re- lative to them fell to my share ; and our evening conferences were used to hear all the morn- ing hours strike. At last I got to Dover, and Sir Thomas left us for two months. The charm was over, I was sick of so hateful a service ; I was settled in a comparatively quiet situation. Once more I began to taste the pleasure of thinking. Recollecting some thoughts I had formerly had in relation to the system of Paganism, which I intended to make use of in my Essay, I resolved to read Tully de Natura Deorum, and finished it in about a month. I lost some time before I could recover my habit of application. Oct. 23.] — Our first design was to march through Marlborough; but finding on inquiry that it was a bad road, and a great way about, we resolved to push for Devizes in one day, though nearly thirty miles. We accordingly arrived there about three o'clock in the after- Doon. Nov. 2.] — I have very little to say for this and the following month. Nothing could be n;ore uniform than the life I led there. The little civility of the neighbouring gentlemen gave us no opportunity of dining out ; the time of year did not tempt us to any excursions round tlie coutry ; and at first my indolence, and afterwards a violent cold, prevented my going over to Bath. I believe in the two moiithsl never dined or lay from quarters. I can therefore only set down what I did in the literary way. Designing to recover my Greok, which I had somewhat neglected, I set myself to read Homer, and finished the four first books of the Iliad, with Pope's translation and notes : at the same time, to understand the geography of the Iliad, and particularly the catalogue, I read books 8, g, lo, 12, 13, and 14 of Strabo, in Casaubon's Latin translation : I likewise read Hume's History of England to the Reign of Henry the Seventh, just published, iiigenioiisbui superficial; and the Jo7trnahdes S^avans for Aug., Sept., and Oct. 1761, with the Bibliotheque ties Sciences, &c. from July to Oct. Both these Journals speak very handsomely of my book. December 25, 1761.] — When, upon finishing the year, I take a review of what I have done, I am not dissatisfied with what I did in it, upon making proper allowances. On the one hand, I could begin nothing before the middle of January, The Deal duty lost me part of February ; although I was at home part of March, and all April, yet electioneering is no friend to the Muses. May, indeed, though dissipated by our sea parties, was pretty quiet; but June was absolutely lost, upon the march, at Alton, and settling ourselves in camp. The four suc- ceeding months in camp allowed me little leisure and less quiet. November and December were indeed as much my own as any time can be whilst 1 remain in the militia ; but itill it is, AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDU ARD GIB BOW 63 reading and thinking ; and the hungry appetite with which I opened a voUime of Tully's pliilosophical works is still present to my memory. The last review of my Essay l:)efore its publication, had prompted me to investigate the nature of t he gods; my inquiries led me to the Historie Critique du Manicheisme of Beausobre, who discusses many at best, not a life for a man of letters. However, in this tumultuous year, (besides smaller thinc;s which I have set down,) I read four books of Homer in Greek, six of Strabo in Latin, Cicero de Natura Deorum, and the great philosophical and theological work of M. de Beausobre : I wnjte in the same time a long dissertation on the succession of Naples ; reviewed, fated for the press, and augmented above a fourth, my Essai sur 1' Etude de la Litterature. In the six weeks I passed at JJeriton, as I never stirred from it, every day was like the former. I had neither visits, hunting, or walking. My only resources were myself, my books, and family conversations.— But to me these were great resources. April 24, 1762. ] — I waited upon Colonel Harvey in the morning, to get him to apply for me to be brig.ide major to Lord Effingham, as a post I should be very fond of, and for which I am not unfit. Harvey received me with great good-nature and candour, told me he was both willing and able to serve me ; that indeed he had already applied to Lord Effingham for •****, one of his own officers, and though there would be more than one brigade major, he did not think he could properly recommend two ; but that if I could get some other person to break the ice, he would second it, and believed he should succeed : should that fail, as ***** was in bad circumstances, he believed he could make a compromise with him (this v - my desire) to let me do the duty without pay. I went from him to the Mallets, who pro- mised to get Sir Charles Howard to speak to Lord Effingham. August 22.]— I went with Ballard to the French church, where I heard a most indifferent sermon preached by M. * * * * *. A very bad style, a worse pronunciation and action, and a very great vacuity of ideas, composed this excellent performance. Upon the whole, which is preferable, the philosophic method of the English, or the rhetoric of the French preachers? The first (though less glorious) is certainly safer for the preacher. It is difficult for a man to make himself ridiculous, who proposes only to deliver plain sense on a subject he has thoroughly studied. But the instant he discovers the least pretentions towards the sublime, or the pathetic, there is no medium ; we must either admire or laugh : and there are so many various talents re- quisite to form the character of an orator, that it is more than probable we shall laugh. As to the advantage of the hearer, which ought to be the great consideration, the dilemma is much greater. Excepting in some particular cases, where we are blinded by popular pre- judices, we are in general so well acquainted with our duty, that it is almost superfluous to convince us of it. It is the heart, and not the head, that holds out ; and it is certainly pos- sible, by a moving eloquence, to rouse the sleeping sentiments of that heart, and incite it to acts of virtue. Unluckily it is not so much acts, as habits of virtue, we should have in view ; and the preacher who is inculcating, with the eloquence of a Bourdaloue, the necessity of a virtuous life, will dismiss his assembly full of emotions, which a variety of other objects, the coldness of our northern constitutions, and no immediate opportunity of e.xerting their good resolutions, will dissipate in a few moments. Aug. 24.] — The same reason that carried so many people to the assembly to-night, was what kept me away ; I mean the dancing. 28.] — To-day Sir Thomas came to us to dinner. The Spa has done him a great deal of good, for he looks another man. Pleased to see him, we kept bumperizing till after roll-calling ; Sir Thomas assuring us, everj' fresh bottle, how infinitely soberer he was grown. 29.] — I felt the usual consequences of Sir Thomas's company, and lost a morning, because I had lost the day before. However, having finished Voltaire, I returned to Le Clerc (I mean for the amusement of my leisure hours) ; and laid aside for some time his Bibliotheque Universelle, to look into the Bibliotlicque Choisie, which is by far the better work. Sept. 23.] — Colonel Wilkes, of the Buckingham.shire militia, dined with us, and renewed the acquaintance Sir Thomas and myself had begun with him at Reading. I scarcely ever met with a better companion ; he has inexhaustible spirits, infinite wit and humour, and a great deal of knowledge. He told us himself, that in this time of public dissension he was resolved to make his fortune. Upon this principle he has connected himself closely with Lord Temple and Mr. Pitt, commenced a public adversary to Lord Bute, whom he abuses weekly in the North Briton, and other political papers in which he is concerned. This proved a very debauched day: we drank a good deal both after dinner and supper ; and when at last Wilke.s had retired, Sir Thomas and some others (of whom I was not one) broke into his room, and made him drink a bottle of claret in bed. Oct. .";.]— The review, which lasted about three hours, concluded, as usual, with marching by Lord Effingham, by grand divisions. Upon the whole, considering the camp had done both the Winchester and the Gosport duties all the summer, they behaved very well, and made n fine appearance. As they marched by, I had my usual curiosity to count their files. The following is my field return : I think it a curiosity ; I am sure it is more exiCt than is com- raonly made to a reviewing general. 64 AIV LITERARY SCHEMES IN THE CAMP. deep questions of Pagan and Christian theolog}' : and from this rich treasury of facts and opinions, I deduced my own consequences, beyond the holy circle of the author. After this recovery I never relapsed into indolence ; and my example might prove, that in the life most averse to study, some hours may be stolen, some minutes may be Number of Files. Number of Men. Establishment BerksMre, \ ^^^^' ]l\ ,r - ^73 - 560 »^-^--. { tS:^' 8^ 95 - ^85 - 480 „ ^,. , J Grenadiers, 20 ) ^„, ,,^ ^^^ S.Glosier, \ Battalion. 84 f ^°^ " 3i2 - Cod «r ^7' J J Grenadiers, 13 I <;, , ,_ „<„ N. Closter, \ Battalion, 52 J ^^ ~ '^'^ ~ ^60 , ,. f Grenadiers, 20 1 ^„q ,^, „ Lancashire, \ Kattalion, 88 / '°^ ~ 3'+ " ^°° ,.,.,, ,. f Grenadiers, 24 \ ,.. ,,, o Mdlslure, { Battalion, 120 ^44 - 432 - 800 Total, 607 1821 3600 N.B. The Gosport detachment from the Lancashire consisted of two hundred and fifty men. The Buckinghamshire took the Winchester duty that day. So that this camp in England, supposed complete, with only one detachment, had under arms, on the day of the grand review, little more than half their establishment. This amazing deficiency (though exemplified in every regiment I have seen) is an extraordinary military phoipomenon : what must it be upon foreign service ? I doubt whether a nominal army of an hundred thousand men often brings fifty into the field. Upon our return to Southampton in the evening, we found Sir Thomas Worsley. October 21.] — One of those impulses, which it is neither very easy nor very necessary to withstand, drew me from Longinus to a very different subject, the Greek Calendar. Last night, when in bed, I was thinking of a dissertation of M. de la Nauze upon the Roman calendar, which I read last year. This led me to consider what was the Greek, and finding myself very ignorant of it, I determined 'to read a short, but very excellent abstract of Mr. IJodwell's. book de Cyclis, by the famous Dr. Halley. It is only twenty-five pages ; but as I meditated it thoroughly, and verified all the calculations, it was a very good morning's work. Oct. 28.] — I looked over a new Greek Lexicon which I have just received from London. It is that of Robert Constantine, Lugdon. 1637. It is a very large volume in folio, in two parts, comprising in the whole 1785 pages. After the great Thesaurus, this is esteemed the best Greek Lexicon. It seems to be so. Of a variety of words for which I looked, I always found an exact definition ; the various senses well distinguished, and properly supported, by the best authorities. However, I still prefer the radical method of Scapula to this alpha- betical one. Dec. II.]— I have already given an idea of the Gosport duty; I shall only add a trait which ch.nracterizes admirably our inithlnking sailors. At a time when they knew that they should infallibly be discharged in a few weeks, numbers, who had considerable wages due to them, were continually jumping over the walls, and risquing the losing of it for a few hour.s' amuse- ment at Portsmouth. 17.I — We found old Captain Meard at Alresford, with the second division of the fourteenth. He and all his officers supped with us, and made the evening rather a drunken one. 18.]— About the same hour our two corps paraded to march off. They, an old corps of regulars, who had been two years quiet in Dover castle. We, part of a young body of militia, two-thirds of our men recruits, of four months' standing, two of which they had passed upon very disagreeable duty. Every advantage was on their side, and yet our superiority, both as to appearance and discipline, was so striking, that the most prejudiced regular could not have hesitated a moment. At the end of the town our two companies separated ; my father's struck off for Petcrsfield, whilst I continued my rout to Alton ; into which place I marched my company about noon ; two years six months and fifteen days after my first leaving it. I gave the men some beer at roll-calling, which they received with great cheerfulness and decency. I dined and lay at Harrison's, where I was received with that old-fashioned breed- ing, w liich is at once so honourable and so troublesome. 23-] "Our two companies were disembodied; mine at Alton, and my father's at Buriton. Smith marched them over from Petersfield : they fired three vollies, lodged the major's colours, delivered up their arms, received their money, partook of a dinner at the major's expence, and then separated with great cheerfulness and regularity. Thus ended the militia : I may say ended, since our annual assemblies in May are so very precarious, and can be oi BO little use. However, our Serjeants and drums are still kept up, and quartered at th; rcjulczvous of their compajjy, aud tJie adjutant remains at Somhampton in ijjJJ pay. AUTODIOGkAPHiC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. 65 snatched. Amidst the tumult of Winchester camp I sometimes thou.^ht and read in my tent ; in the more settled quarters of the Devizes, Blandford, and Southampton, I always secured a separate lod<^ing, and the necessary books ; and in the summer of 1762, while the new militia was raising, I enjoyed at Buriton two or three months of literary repose*. In forming a new plan of study, I hesitated between the mathematics and the Greek language ; both of which I had neglected since my return from Lausanne. I consulted a learned and friendly mathematician, Mr. George Scott, a pupil of de Moivre ; and his map of a countr)^ which I have never explored, may perhaps be more serviceable to others. As soon as I had given the preference to Greek, the example of Scaliger and my own reason determined me on the choice of Homer, the father of poetry, and the Bible of the ancients : but Scaliger ran through the Iliad in one and twenty days ; and I was not dissatisfied with my own diligence for performing the same labour in an equal number of weeks. After the lirst difficulties were surmounted, the language of nature and harmony soon became easy and familiar, and each d^.y I sailed upon the ocean with a brisker gale and a moi'e steady course. As this was an extraordinary scene of life, in which I was engaged above three years and a half from the date of my commission, and above two years and a half from the time of our embodying, 1 cannot take my leave of it without some few reflections. When I engaged in it, I was totally ignorant of its nature and consequences. I offered, because my father did, without ever imagining that we should be called out, till it was too late to retreat with honour. Indeed, I believe it happens throughout, that our most important actions have beea often determined by chance, caprice, or some very inadequate motive. After our embodying, many things contributed to make me support it with great impatience. Our continual dis- pvites with the duke of Bolton ; our unsettled way of life, which hardly allowed me books or leisure for study ; and more than all, the disagreeable society in which I was forced to live. After mentioning my sufferings, I must say something of what I found agreeable. Now it is over, I can make the separation much better than I could at the time. i. The unsettled way of life itself had its advantages. The exercise and change of air and of objects amused me, at the same time that it fortified my health. 2. A new field of knowledge and amusement opened itself to me ; that of military affairs, which, both in my studies and travels, will give me eyes for a new world of things, which before would have passed unheeded. Indeed, in that respect I can hardly help wishing our battalion had continued another 3'ear. We had got a fine set of new men, all our difficulties were over ; we were perfectly well clothed and appointed ; and, from the progress our recruits had already made, we conld promise ourselves that we should be one of the best militia corps by next summer ; a circumstance that would have been the more agreeable to me, as I am now established the real acting major of the battalion. But what I value most, is the knowledge it has given me of mankind in general, and of my own country in particular. The general system of our government, the methods of our sever.al offices, the departments and powers of their respective officers, our provincial and municipal administration, the views of our several parties, the characters, connections, and influence of our principal people, have been impressed on my mind, not by vain theory, but by the indelible lessons of action and experience. 1 have made a number of valuable acquaintance, and am myself much better known, than (with my ressrvoJ character) I should have been in ten years, passing regularly my summers at Buriton, and my winters in London. So that the sum of all is, that I am glad the militia has been, and glad that it is no more. * Jours \l. May 8, 1762.] — This was my birth-day, on which I entered into the twenty- si.xth year ^,1 my age. This gave me occasion to look a little into myself, and consider inipir- tially my good and bad qualities. It appeared to me, upon this inquiry, that my character was virtuous, incapable of a base action, and formed for generous ones ; but that it wa-J proud, violent, and disagreeable in society. These qualities I must endeavour to cultivate, extirpate, or restrain, according to their different tendency. Wit I have none. My imagi- nation is rather strong than pleasing. My memory both capacious and retentive. The shining qualities of my understanding are extensiveness and penetration ; but I want both quickness and exactness. As to my situation in life, though I may sometimes repine at it. it perhaps is the best adapted to my character. I can command all the convenit;nces of life, and I can command too that inilejicndence, (fiiat first earthly blessing,) which is hardly to be met with in a higher or lower fortune. When I talk of my situation, I must exclude tl»'it temporary one, of bi-ing in the militia. Though I go through it with spirit and application, it is both unfit for, and luiworthy uf uie. 66 FLAM FOR FUTURE LITERARY OCCUPATION, 'Ej' S' avi/^wg Trprjcii' n'saov 'kjtIov, di^Kpl, de KVfia Yrdpr] TVop luydX' iaxs, vijoq lovrrijg' 'H c' iQtiv Kara KVfta ^ianpi](jaovaa Kk\ti>9a.* Rias, A. 481. In the study of a poet who has since become the most intimate of my friends, I successively applied many passages and fragments of Greek writers ; and among these I shall notice a life of Homer, in the Oposcula Mythologica of Gale, several books of the geography of Strabo, and the entire treatise of Longinus, which, from the title and the style, is equally worthy of the epithet of sublime. My grammatical skill was improved, my vocabulary was enlarged ; and in the militia I acquired a just and indelible knowledge of the first of languages. On every march, in every journey, Horace was always in my pocket, and often in my hand : but I should not mention his two critical epistles, the amusement of a morning, had they not been accompanied by the elaborate commentary of Dr. Hurd, now Bishop of Worcester. On the interesting subjects of composition and imitation of epic and dramatic poetry, I presumed to think for myself ; and thirty close- written pages in folio could scarcely comprise my full and free dis- cussion of the sense of the master and the pedantry of the servant. After his oracle Dr. Johnson, my friend Sir Joshua Reynolds denies all original genius, any natural propensity of the mind to one art or science rather than another. Without engaging in a metaphysical or rather verbal dispute, I know, by experience, that from my early youth I aspired to the character of an historian. While I served in the militia, before and after the publication of my essay, this idea ripened in my mind ; nor can I paint in more lively colours the feelings of the moment, than by transcribing some passages, under their respective dates, from a journal which I kept at that time. ( Beriton, April 14, 1761. (In a short excursion from Dover.)— " Having thought of several subjects for an historical composition, I chose the expedition of Charles VIII. of France into Italy. I read two memoirs of Mr. de Foncemagne in the Academy of Inscriptions (tom. xvii. p. 539 — 607.), and abstracted them. I likewise finished this day a dissertation, in which I examine the right of Charles VIII. to the crown of Naples, and the rival claims of the House of Anjou and Arragon : it consists of ten folio pages, besides large notes." Beriton, Aiigiist ^, 1761. (In a week's excursion from Winchester camp.) — " After having long revolved subjects for my intended historical essay, I renounced my first thought of the expedition of Charles VIII. as too remote from us, and rather an introduction to great events, than great and important in itself. I successively chose and rejected the crusade of Richard the First, the barons' wars against John and Henry the Third, the History of Edward the Black Prince, the lives and com- parisons of Henry V. and the Emperor Titus, the life of Sir Philip Sidney, and that of the Marquis of Montrose. At length I have fixed on Sir Walter Raleigh for my hero. His eventful story is varied by the characters of the soldier and sailor, the courtier and historian ; and • Fair wind, and blowing fresh, ApoUo sent them ; quick they rear'd the mast, Xbcu spread th'unsuUied canvas to the ^ale, And the wind fiU'd it. Roar'd the sable flood Around the bark, that ever as she went Dash'd wide the brine, and scudded swift away, Cowper's Homer, AUTOBIO€RAPIIIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIJSBOiV. 67 it may afford such a fund of materials as I desire, which have not yet bciTi properly manufactured. At present 1 cannot attempt the execution t>l' this work, P^rec leisure, and the opportunity of consulting many books, boi.h printed and manuscript, are as necessary as they are im- jxjssiblc to be attained in my present way of life. However, to acquire a general insight into my subject and resources, I read the life of Sir Walter Raleigh by Dr. Birch, his copious article in the General Dictionary by the same hand, and the reigns of Queen Elizabeth and James the First in Hume's History of England." Biriioii, Ja/ntary 1762. (In a month's absence from the Devizes.) — " During this interval of repose, I again turned my thoughts to Sir Walter Raleigh, and looked more closely into my materials. I read the two volumes in quarto of the Bacon Papers, published by Dr. Birch ; the Fragmenta Regalia of Sir Robert Naunton, Mallet's Life of Lord Bacon, and the political treatises of that great man in the first volume of his works, with many of his letters in the second ; Sir William Monson's Naval Tracts, and the elaborate life of Sir Walter Raleigh, which Mr. Oldys has pu'efixed to the best edition of his Jlistory of the World. My subject opens upon me, and in general improves upon a nearer prospect." Bcriion^July 26, 1762. (During my summer residence.) — "I am afraid of being reduced to drop my hero ; but my time has not, how- ever, been lost in the research of bis story, and of a memorable aera of our English annals. The life of Sir W^alter Raleigh, by Oldys, is a very poor performance ; a servile panegyric, or flat apology, tediously minute, and composed in a dull and affected style. Yet the author was a man of diligence and learning, who had read everything relative to his subject, and whose ample collections are arranged with perspicuity and method. Excepting some anecdotes lately revealed in the Sidney and Bacon Papers, 1 know not what I should be able to add. My ambition (exclusive of the uncertain merit of style and sentiment) must be contined to the hope of giving a good abridgment of Oldys. I have even the disappointment of finding some parts of this copious work very dry and barren ; and these parts are unluckily some of the most characteristic : Raleigh's colony of Virginia, his quarrels with Essex, the true secret of his conspiracy, and, above all, the detail of his private life, the most essential and important to a biographer. My best resource would be in the circumjacent history of the times, and per- haps in some digressions artfully introduced, like the fortunes of the Peripatetic philosophy in the portrait of Lord Bacon. But the reigns of IClizabeth and James the First are the periods of English history, wliich have been the most variously illustrated : and what new lights could I reflect on a subject, which has exercised the accurate industry of Birch, the lively and curious acuteness of ]Valpolc, the critical spirit of Ifiird, the vigorous sense of JAz/Zt'/ and Bobc/isoii, ^.wdihe impartial philosophy of Hume ? Could 1 even surmount these obstacles, I should shrink with terror from the modern history of England, where every character is a problem, and every reader a friend or an enemy ; where ■K writer is supposed to hoist a flag of party, and is devoted to damnation by the adverse faction. Such would be my reception at home : and abroad, the historian of Raleigh must encounter an indifference far more 68 RESOLVE TO DEVOTE MYSELF TO HlSTORLCAL WORKS, bitter than censure or reproach. The events of his Hfe are interesting^ : but his character is ambiguous, his actions are obscure, his writiny" are English, and his fame is confined to the narrow limits of our language and our island. I must embrace a safer and more extensive theme. There is one which I should prefer to all others, Tlie History of the Liberty of the Stfiss, of that independence which a brave people rescued from the House of Austria, defended against a Dauphin of France, and finally sealed with the blood of Charles of Burgundy. From such a theme, so full of public spirit, of military glory, of examples of virtue, of lessons of government, the dullest stranger would catch fire ; what might not / hope, whose talents, whatsoever they may be, would be inflamed with the zeal of patriotism. But the materials of this history are inaccessible to me, fast locked in the obscurity of an old barbarous German dialect, of which I am totally ignorant, and which I cannot resolve to learn for this sole and peculiar purpose. I have another subject in view, which is the contrast of the former history : the one a poor, warlike, virtuous republic, which emerges into glory and freedom ; the other a commonwealth, soft, opulent, and cor- rupt ; which, by just degrees, is precipitated from the abuse to the loss of her liberty : both lessons are, perhaps, equally instructive. This second subject is. The History of the Republic of Florence under the House of Medicis : a period of one hundred and fifty years, which rises or descends from the dregs of the Florentine democracy, to the title and dominion of Cosmo de Medicis in the Grand Duchy of Tuscany. I might deduce a chain of revolutions not unworthy of the pen of Vertot ; singular men, and singular events ; the Medicis four times expelled, and as often recalled ; and the Genius of Freedom reluc- tantly yielding to the arms of Charles V. and the policy of Cosmo. The character and fate of Savanerola, and the revival of arts and letters in Italy, will be essentially connected with the elevation of the family and the fall of the republic. The Medicis (stirps quasi fataliter nata ad instauranda velfovenda studia (Lipsius ad Germanos et Gallos, Epist. viii.) were illustrated by the patronage of learning ; and enthu- siasm was the most formidable weapon of their adversaries. On this splendid subject I shall most probably fix ; but when, or where, or how will it be executed .'' I behold in a dark and doubtful perspec- tive." Res alta terra, et caligine mersas.* * Joia^^lAL, July 27, 1762.]— The reflections which I was making yesterday I continued and digested to-day. I don't absolutely look on that time as lost, but that it might have been better employed than in revolving schemes, the execution of which is so far distant. I must learn to check these wanderings of my imagination. Nov. 24.]— I dined at the Cocoa Tree with * * * * » * ; who, under a great appearance of oddity, conceals more real honour, good sense, and even knowledge, than half those who laugh at him. We went thence to the play (the Spanish Friar) ; and when it was over, returned to the Cocoa Tree. That respectable body, of which I have the honour of being a member, affords every evening a sight truly English. Twenty or thirty perhaps, of the first men in the king- dom, in point of fashi>m and fortune, supping at little tables covered with a napkin, in the middle of a coffee-rot^m, upon a bit of cold meat, or a Sandwich, and drinking a glass of punch. At present, we are full of king's counsellers and lords of the bedchamber ; who, having jumped iutc the ministry, make a very singular medley of their old principles and language, with theii modern ones. Nov 26.]—] went with Mallet (o breakfast with Garrick ; and thence to Drnry-lane House, where I assisted at a very private rehearsal, iu the Grccn-rooiii, ''"■' ">»cw Irajjedy of Mallet's, AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBO-V. 69 The youthful habits of the language and manners of France had left in my mind an ardent desire of revisiting the Continent on a larger and more liberal plan. According to the law of custom, and perhaps of reason, foreign travel completes the education of an English gentle- man : my father had consented to my wish, but I was detained above four years by my rash engagement in the militia. I eagerly grasped the first moments of freedom : three or four weeks in Hampshire and 1 London were employed in the preparations of my journey, and the j farewell visits of friendship and civility : my last act in town was to ' applaud Mallet's new tragedy of Elvira;* a post-chaise conveyed me called Elvira. As I have since seen it acted, I shall defer my opinion of it till then ; but I j cannot help mentioning here the surprising versatility of Mrs. Pritchard's talents, who rehearsed, almost at the same time, the part of a furious queen in the Green-room, and that of ' a coquette on the stage ; and passed several times from one to the other with the utmost ease and happiness. Dec. 30.] — Before I close the year I must balance my accounts — not of money, but of time. I I may divide my studies into four branches ; i. Books that I have read for themselves, classic I writers, or capital- treatises on any science ; such books as ought to be perused with attention, and meditated with care. Of these I read the twenty last books of the Iliad twice, the three /irst books 0/ the Odyssey, the Life of Homer-, and Longimis n-cpi Yetwccn the father and son awaken almost every sensation of the hunian breast; and F JO THREE MONTHS SPENT PLEASANTLY IN PARIS. to Dover, the packet to Boulogne, and such was my diligence, that I reached Paris on Jan. 28, 1763, only thirty-six days after the disband- ing of the militia. Two or three j'ears were loosely defined for the term of my absence ; and I was left at liberty to spend that time in such places and in such a manner as was most agreeable to my taste and judgment. In this first visit I passed three months and a half, (Jan. 28 — May 9,) and a much longer space might have been agreeably filled, without any intercourse with the natives. At home we are content to move in the daily round of pleasure and business ; and a scene which is always present is supposed to be within our knowledge, or at least within our power. But in a foreign country, curiosity is our business and our pleasure ; and the traveller, conscious of his ignorance, and covetous of his time, is diligent in the search and the view of every object that can deserve his attention. I devoted many hours of the morning to the circuit of Paris and the neighbourhood, to the visit of churches and palaces conspicuous by their architecture, to the royal manufactures, collections of books and pictures, and all the various treasures of art, of learning", and of luxury. An Englishman may hear without reluctance, that in these curious and costly articles Paris is superior to London ; since the opulence of the French capital arises from the defects of its government and religion. In the absence of Louis XIV. and his suc- cessors, the Louvre has been left unfinished : but the millions which have been lavished on the sands of Versailles, and the morass of Marli, could not be supplied by the legal allowance of a British king. The splendour of the French nobles is confined to their town residence ; that of the English is more usefully distributed in their country seats ; and we should be astonished at our own riches, if the labours of archi- tecture, the spoils of Italy and Greece, which are now scattered from Inverary to Wilton, were accumulated in a few streets between Maryle- bone and Westminster. All superfluous ornament is rejected by the cold frugality of the protestants ; but the cathoHc superstition, which is always the enemy of reason, is often the parent of the arts. The wealthy communities of priests and monks expend their revenues in stately edifices ; and the parish church of St. Sulpice, one of the noblest structures in Paris, was built and adorned by the private in- dustry of a late cure. In this outset, and still more in the sequel of my tour, my eye was amused ; but the pleasing vision cannot be fixed by the pen ; the particular images are darkly seen through the medium the counsel would have equally moved, but for the inconvenience unavoidable upon all theatres, that of entrusting fine speeches to indifferent actors. The perplexity of the catastrophe is much, and I believe justly, criticised. But another defect made a stronger impression upon me. When a poet ventures upon the dreadful situation of a father who condemns his son to death, there is no medium, the father must either be a monster or a hero. His obligations of justice, cf the pubUc good, must be as binding, as apparent, as perhaps those of the first Brutus. The cruel necessity consecrates his actions, and leaves no room for repentance. The thought is shocking, if not carried into action. In the execution of Brutus's sons I am sensible of that fatal necessity. Without such an example, the unsettled liberty of Rome would have perished the instant after its birth. But Alonzo might have pardoned his son for a rash attempt, the cause of which was a private injury, and whose consequences could never have disturbed an established government. He might have pardoned such a crime in any other subject ; and as the laws could exact only an equal rigour for a son, a vain appetite for glory, and a mad affectation of heroism, could alone have influenced him to exert an imaaual and superior severity. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. 7 1 of five-and-twcnty years, and the narrative of my life must not degene- rate into a book of travels.* But the principal end of my journey was to enjoy the society of a polished and amialjle people, in whose favour I was strongly prejudiced, and to converse with some authors, whose conversation, as I fondly imagined, must be far more pleasing and instructive than their writings. The moment was Iiappily chosen. At the close of a successful war the British name was respected on the continent. Clarum et venerabile nomen Gentibus. Our opinions, our fashions, even our games, were adopted in France, a ray of national glory illuminated each individual, and eveiy English- man was supposed to be born a patriot and a philosopher. For myself, I carried a personal recommendation ; my name and my Essay were already known ; the compliment of having written in the French language entitled me to some returns of civility and gratitude. I was considered as a man of letters, who wrote for amusement. Before my departure I had obtained from the Duke de Nivernois, Lady Hervey, the Mallets, Mr. Walpole, &:c. many letters of recommendation to their private or literary friends. Of these epistles the reception and success were determined by the character and situation of the persons by whom and to whom they were addressed : the seed was sometimes cast on a barren rock, and it sometimes multiplied an hundred fold in the pro- duction of new shoots, spreading branches, and exquisite fruit. But upon the whole, I had reason to praise the national urbanity, which from the court has diiTused its gentle influence to the shop, the cottage, and the schools. Of the men of genius of the age, Montesquieu and Fontenelle were no more ; Voltaire resided on his own estate near Geneva ; Rousseau in the preceding year had been driven from his hermitage of Montmorency ; and I blush at my having neglected to seek, in this journey, the acquaintance of Buffon. Among the men of letters whom I saw, D'Alembert and Diderot held the foremost rank in merit, or at least in fame. I shall content myself with enumerating the well-known names of the Count de Caylus, of the Abbe de la Bleterie, Barthelemy, Reynal, Arnaud, of Messieurs de la Condamine, du Clos, de S''^ Palaye, de Bougainville, Caperonnier, de Guignes, Suard, &c. without attempting to discriminate the shades of their characters, or the degrees of our connection. Alone, in a morn- ing visit, I commonly found the artists and authors of Paris less vain, • Journal, ai Fevrier 1763.] — Aujourdhui j'ai commence matournee, pour voir lesendroiu dignes d'attention dans la ville. D'Augny m'a accompagne. Nous sommes alles d'abord a la blbliotheque de I'Abbaye de St. Germain des Prez, oil tout le monde ^toit occupe a I'arrangement d'un cabinet de curiosltes, et 3. Thnpital des invaUdes, ofl le dome etoit ferme a cause des reparations qu'on y faisoit. II faut done differer la visite et la description de ccs deux endroits. De la nous sommes alles voir I'ecole militaire. Comme ce batiment s'eleve 3. cote des Invalides, bien des gens y verroient un moyen assez facile d'apprecier les ames difterentcs de leurs fondatcurs. Dans I'un tout est grand et fastueux, dans I'autre tout est petit et mesquin. De petits corps de logis blancs et assez propres, qui, au lieu de Joo gentils- hommes, dont on a parle, en contiennent 258, composent tout I'etablissement ; car le manege et les ecuries ne sont ricn. II est vrai qu'on dit que ces batimens ne soiit qu'unechaffaudage, qu'on doit otre, pour clever le veritable ouvrage sur ces debris. II faut bien en effet qu'on n'ait pas bati pour I'eternite, puisque dans vingt ans la plupart des poutres se sont pourries. Nous jctt'uncs ensuitc un coup d'oeil sur I'egUse de St. Sulpice, dont la fajade (le pretexte e< le fruit de tant de lotteries) n'cst point encore achevee. 7 3 EXTRACTS PROM JOURNAL KEPT AT PARIS. and more reasonable, than in the circles of their equals, with whom they mingle in the houses of the rich. Four days in a week, I had i place, without invitation, at the hospitable tables of Mesdames Geoffrin and du Bocage, of the celebrated Helvetius, and of the Baron d 'Olbach. Jn these symposia the pleasures of the table were improved by lively and liberal conversation; the company was select, though various and voluntary.* The society of Madame du Bocage was more soft and moderate than that of her rivals, and the evening conversations of M. de Foncemagne were supported by the good sense and learning of the principal members of the Academy of Inscriptions. The opera and the Italians I occa- sionally visited ; but the French theatre, both in tragedy and comedy, was my daily and favourite amusement. Two famous actresses then divided the public applause. For my own part, I preferred the con- summate art of the Claron, to the intemperate sallies of the Dumesnil, which were extolled by her admirers, as the genuine voice of nature and passion. Fourteen weeks insensibly stole away ; but had I been rich and independent, I should have prolonged, and perhaps have fixed, my residence at Paris. Between the expensive style of Paris and of Italy it was prudent to interpose some months of tranquil simplicity; and at the thoughts of Lausanne I again lived in the pleasures and studies of my early youth. Shaping my course through Dijon and Besan9on, in the last of which places I was kindly entertained by my cousin Acton, I arrived in the month of May 1763 on the banks of the Leman Lake. It had been my intention to pass the Alps in the autumn, but such are the simple attractions of the place, that the year had almost expired before my departure from Lausanne in the ensuing spring. An absence of five years had not made much alteration in manners, or even in persons. My old friends, of both sexes, hailed my voluntary return ; the most * Journal, Fevrier 23, i^^^-l — Je fis une visite a I'Abbe de la Bleterie, qui veut meraener chez la Duchesse d'Aiguillon; je me fis ecrire chez M. de Bougainville que j'ai grande envie de connoitre, et me rendis ensuite chez le Baron d' Olbach, ami de M. Helvetius. C'etoit ma premiere visite, et le premier pas dans une fort bonne maison. Le Baron a de I'esprit et des connoissances, et surtout il donne souvent et fort bien il diner. Fevrier 24.] — L'Abbe Barthelemy est fort aimable et n'a de I'antiquaire (Jti'une tr2s grande Erudition. Je finis la soiree par une souper triis agreable chez Madame Bontems avec M. le Marquis de Mirabeau. Get homme est singulier ; il a assez d' imagination pour dix autres, et pas assez de sens rassis pour lui seul. Je lui ai fait beaucoup de questions sur les titres de la noblesse Francoise ; mais tout ce que j'en ai pu comprendre, c'est que personne n'a la dessus des ide'es bien nettes. Mai 1763.] — Muni d'une double lettre de recommandation pour M. le Comte de Caylus, je m'etois imagine que je trouverois reunis en lui 1' homme de lettres et 1' homme de qualite. Je Is vis trois ou quatre fois, et je vis un homme simple, uni, bon, et qui me temoignoit une bonte extreme. Si je n'en ai point profite, je I'attribue moins a son caracte're qu'a son genre de vie. II se leve de grande matin, court les atteliers des artistes pendant tout le jour, et rentre chez lui a six heurs du soir pour se mettre en robe de chambre, et s'enfermer dans son cabinet. Le moyen de voir ses amis ? Si ces recommendations etoient steriles, il y en eut d'autres que devinrcnt aussi secondes par leurs suites, qu'elles etoient agreables en elles memes. Dans une capitate comme Paris, il est necessaire, il est juste que des lettres de recommendation vous ayent distingue de la foule. Mais dfesque la glace est rompue, vos connoissances se multiplient, et vos nouveaux amis se font un plaisir de vous en procurer d'autres plus nouveaux encore. Heureux eflfet de ce caractere leger et aimable du Fraufois, qui a etabli dans Paris une douceur et une liberte dans la societe, inconnues a I'antiquite, et encore ignorees des autres nations. A Londres il faut faire fon chemin dans les maisons que ne s'ouvrent qu' avec peine. La on croit vous faire plaisir en vous recevant. lei on crolt s'en faire a. soi-meme. Aussi je connois plus ds maisons a Paris qu'a Londres: le fait n'est pas vr.'iiscmblable, laais il vi t wai. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. J$ genuine proof of my attachment. They had been flattered by the present of my book, the produce of their soil ; and the good PavilHard shed tears of joy as he embraced a pupil, whose literary merit he might fairly impute to his own labours. To my old list I added some new acquaintance, and among the strangers I shall distinguish Prince Lewis of Wirtemberg, the brother of the reigning Duke, at whose country-house, near Lausanne, I frequently dined : a wandering meteor, and at length a falling star, his light and ambitious spirit had successively dropped from the firmament of Prussia, of France, and of Austria ; and his faults, which he styled his misfortunes, had driven him into philosophic exile in the Pays de Vaud. He could now moralize on the vanity of the world, the equality of mankind, and the happiness of a private station. His address was affable and polite, and as he had shone in courts and armies, his memory could supply, and his eloquence could adorn, a copious fund of interesting anecdotes. His first enthusiasm was that of charity and agriculture ; but the sage gradually lapsed in the saint, and Prince Lewis of Wirtemberg is now buried in a hermitage near RIayence, in the last stage of mystic devo- tion. By some ecclesiastical quarrel, Voltaire had been provoked to withdraw himself from Lausanne, and retire to his castle at Ferney, where I again visited the poet and the actor, without seeking his more intimate acquaintance, to which I might now have pleaded a better title. But the theatre which he had founded, the actors whom he had formed, survived the loss of their master ; and, recent from Paris, I attended with pleasure at the representation of several tragedies and comedies. I shall not descend to specify particular names and cha- racters ; but I cannot forget a private institution, which will display the innocent freedom of Swiss manners. My favourite society had assumed, from the age of its members, the proud denomination of the spring (/a societc dii priiitenis). It consisted of fifteen or twenty young unmarried ladies, of genteel, though not of the very first families ; the eldest perhaps about twenty, all agreeable, several handsome, and two or three of exquisite beauty. At each other's houses they assembled almost every day, without the controul, or even the presence, of a mother or an aunt ; they were trusted to their own prudence, among a crowd of young men of every nation in Europe. They laughed, they sung, they danced, they played at cards, they acted comedies ; but in the midst of this careless gaiety, they respected themselves, and were respected by the men ; the invisible line between liberty and licentious- ness was never transgressed by a gesture, a word, or a look, and their virgin chastity was never sullied by the breath of scandal or suspicion. A singular institution, expressive of the innocent simplicity of Swiss manners. After having tasted the luxury of England and Paris, I could not have returned with satisfaction to the coarse and homely table of Madame Pavilliard ; nor was her husband offended that I now entered myself as a pcnsionaire, or boarder, in the elegant house of Mr. De Mesery, which may be entitled to a short remembrance, as it has stood above twenty years, perhaps, without a parallel in Europe. The house in which we lodged was spacious and convenient, in the best street, and commanding, from behind, a noble prospect over the country and the Lake. Our table was served with neatness and 74 COMFORTS OF MY NEW HOME AT LAUSANNE, plenty ; the boarders were select ; we had the liberty of inviting any guests at a stated price ; and in the summer the scene was occasionally transferred to a pleasant villa, about a league from Lausanne. The characters of Master and Mistress were happily suited to each other, and to their situation. At the age of seventy-five, Madame de Mesery, who has survived her husband, is still a graceful, I had almost said, a handsome woman. She was alike qualified to preside in her kitchen and her drawing-room ; and such was the equal propriety of her con- duct, that of two or three hundred foreigners, none ever failed in respect, none could complain of her neglect, and none could ever boast of her favour. Mesery himself, of the noble family of De Crousaz, was a man of the world, a jovial companion, whose easy manners and natural sallies maintained the cheerfulness of his house. His wit could laugh at his own ignorance : lie disguised, by an air of profu- sion, a strict attention to his interest ; and in this situation he appeared like a nobleman who spent his fortune and entertained his friends. In this agreeable society I resided nearly eleven months (May 1763 — April 1764) ; and in this second visit to Lausanne, among a crowd of my English companions, 1 knew and esteemed Mr. Holroyd (now Lord Sheffield) ; and our mutual attachment was renewed and fortified in the subsequent stages of our Italian journey. Our lives are in the power of chance, and a slight variation on either side, in time or place, might have deprived me of a friend, whose activity in the ardour of youth was always prompted by a benevolent heart, and directed by a strong understanding.* * Journal, Sept. 16, 1763.] — * ***i g(»*** j,oyg qjjj. quitte. Le premier est une mechante bete, grossier, ignorant, et sans usage du monde. Sa violence lui a fait vingt mauvaises affaires ici. On vouloit cependant lui faire entreprendre le voyage d'ltalie, mais » * » * refusant de I'y accompagner, on a pris le partie de le rapeller en Angleterre en le faisant passer par Paris. * * * * est philosophe, et fort instruit, mais froid et nullement homme d'esprit. II est las de courir le monde avec des jeunes foux. Apres avoir rendu celui-ci a sa famille, il compte venir chercher le repos et la retraite dans ce pays. Qu'il a raison ! Sept. 2ime.3 — J'al essuye une petite mortification au cercle. Le depart de Frey ayant fait vacquer I'emploi de directeur des etrangers, on m'avoit fait entrevoir qu'on me le destinoit, et ma franchise naturelle ne m'avoit pas permis de dissimuler que je le recevrois avec plaisir, et que je m'y attendois. Cependant le pluralite des voix I'a donne a M. Roel Hollandois. J'ai vu qu'on a saisi le premier moment que lesloixpermettoient de balloter, et que, si j'avois voulu rassembler mes amis, je I'aurois emporte ; mais je sais en meme terns que je I'aurois eu il y a trois mois, sans y songer un moment. Ma reputation baisse ici avec quelque raison, et j'ai des ennemis. Sept. 25me.] — J'ai passe I'aprSs diner chez Madame de * * * * *. Je ne I'avois pas vue depuis le 14 de ce mois. Elle ne m'a point parle, ni n'a paru s'etre apperyue de mon absence. Ce silence m'a fait de la peine. J'avois une tres belle reputation ici pour les mosurs, mais je vois qu'on commence a me confondre avec mes compatriotes et a me regarder comme un homme qui aime le vin et le desordre. Oct. isme.] — J'ai passe I'apres midi chez Madame de Mesery. Elle vouloit me faire rencontrer avec une Demoiselle Franjoise qu'elle a pric a souper ; cette Demoiselle, qui s'apelle Le Franc, a six pieds de haut. Sa taille, sa figure, son ton, sa conver.sation, tout annonce le grenadier le plus determine, mais un grenadier, que a de I'esprit, des connois- sances, et I'usage du monde. Aussi son sexe, son nom, son etat, tout est mystere. Elle se dit Parisienne. fille de condition, qui s'est retiree dans ce pays pour cause de religion. Ne scroit ce pas plutot pour une affaire d'honneur? Lausanne, Dec. i6me, 1763.] — Je me suis leve tard, et une visite fort amicale de M. de Chandieu Viliars,* m'a enleve ce qui me restoit de la matinee. M. de Chandieu a servi en France avec distinction et s'est retire avec le grade de marechal de camp. C'est un homrae * The father of Madame de Severy, whose family were Mr. Gibbon's most intimate friends., after he bad settled at Lausanne in the year 17S3, S. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON; 75 If my studies at Paris had been confined to the study of the world, three or four months would not have been unproHtably spent. My visits, however superficial, to the Academy of Medals and tlie public libraries, opened a new field of inquiry ; and the view of so many manuscripts of different ages and characters induced me to consult the two great d'une crrande politesse, d'un esprit vif et facile ; il ferolt aujourdhul a soixnnte ans, ragt€. meiit d'une societc de jcuiies fiUes. C'est presque le seul etranger qui aitpu acquerir I'aisance des manieres Franyoises, sans en prendre en meme tems les airs bruyans et etourdis. Lausanne, Dec. iSme, 1763.] — C'etoit un Dimanche de communion. Les cere'nionies re- ligicuscs sont bein entendues dans ce pays. Elles sont rarcs, et par lil mome plus re.spectees ; les Viellards se plaignent a la verite du refroidissement de la devotion : cependant \\\\ jour, comme celui-ci, offre encore un spectacle trSs edifiant. Point d'affaires, point d'asscnib'ee ; on s'interdit jusqu'au iuliist%\ necessaire a I'existence d'un Lausannois. Dec. 3ime.]— Jettons un coup d'ceil sur cette annee 1763. Voyons comment j'ai employe cette portion de mon existence qui s'est ecoulee et qui ne reviendra plus. Le mois de Janvier s'est passe dans le sein de ma faraille a qui il falloit sacrifier tous mes momens, parccqu'ils etoient les derniers dans les soins d'un depart et dans I'embarras d'un voyage. Dans ce voyage cependant je trouvai moyen de lire les lettres de Biisbeqiiius, Ministre Lnperial a la Porte. Elles sont aussi interessantes qu'instructives. Je restai a Paris depuis le 2S J.\nvier jusqu'au 9 M.M. Pendant tout ce tems je n'etudiai point. Les amusements m'occupoient beaucoup, et I'habitude de la dissipation, qu'on prend si facilement dans les grandcs villes, ne me permettoieiit pas de mettre a profit le tems qui me demeuroit. A la verite, si j'ai peu fcuillete les livres, 1' observation de tous les objets curieux qui se presentent dans une grande capitale, et la conversation avec les plus grands hommes du siecle, m'ont instruit de beaucoup de choses que je n'aurois point trouve dans les livres. Les sept ou huit derniers raois de cette anndc ont ete plus tranquilles. D6s que je me suis vu etabli a Lausanne, j'ai entrepris une etude suivie sur la geogi-aphie ancienne de I'ltalie. Mon ardeur s'est tres bicn soutenue pendant si.t semainesjusqu'a la fin du mois de Juin. Ce fut alors qu'un voyage de Geneve interrompit un peu mon assiduite, que le sejour de Mesery m'offrit mille distractions, et que la societe de Saussure acheva de me fuire perdre mon tems. Je repris mon travail avec ce Journal au milieu d'Aont, et depuis ce tems, jusqu'au commencement de Novembre, j'ai mis a profit tous mes instans ; j'avoue que pendant les deu.x derniers mois mon ardeur s'est un peu rallantie. Irement, Dans cette etude suivie j'ai lu : 1, Pres de deux livres de la geographic de Strabon sur I'ltalie deux fois. 2. Une partie du deuxieme livre de I'histoire naturelle de Pline. 3. Le quatrieme chapitre du deuxieme livre de Poiiipotiius Mela. 4. Les Itineraires d'Antonin, et de Jerusalem pour ce qui regarde I'ltalie. Je les ai lus avec les Commentaires de Wesseling, &c. J'en ai tire des tables de toutes les grandes routes de I'ltalie, reduisant partout les milles Romains, en milles Anglois, et en lieues de France, selon les calculs de M. d'Anville. 5. L'Histoire des Grands Chemins de I'Empire Romain, par M. Bergier, deux volumes in 4to. 5. Quelques Extraits choisis de Ciceron, Tite Live, Velleius Paterculus, Tacite, et les deux Plines. La Roma Veins de Nardini et plusieurs autres opuscules sur le meme sujet qui composent presque tout le quatrieme tome du Tresor des Antiquites Romaines de Graevius. 7. \J I talia Atitiqua de Cluvier, en deux volumes in folio. 8. \j'Iter ou le 'Voyage de CI. Rutillius Numatianus dans les Gaules. 9. Les Catalogues de Virgile. 10. Celui de Silius Italicus. 11. Le Voyage d'Horace a Brundusium. N.B. J'ai lu deux fois ces trois derniers morceaux. 12. Le Tralte sur les Mesures Itineraires par M. d'Anville, et quelques Memoires de I'Acaden.ie des Belles Lettres. Ilment, On me fit attendre Nardini de !a Bibliotheque de Geneve. Je voulus remplir ce moment de vuide par la lecture de y.-tvctial, pOcte qui je ne connoissois encore quede reputation. Je le lu deux fois avecplaisir et avec soin. Illment, Pendant I'annee j'ai lu quelques journaux, entre autres le Journal Etranger depuis son commencement, un tome des Nouvelles de Bayle, et les xxxv premiers volumes de la Bibliotheque raisonnee. IVment, J'ai beaucoup ecrit de mon Recueil Gdc graphique de I'ltalie qui est deja bien bein ample et assez curieux. Vment, Je ne dois point oublier ce journal meme qui est devenu un ouvrage ; 214 pages en quatre mois et demi et des pages des mieux fournies font un objet considerable. Aussi sans compter un grand nombre d'observations detachees, il s'y trouve des dissertations savantes et raisonees. Celle du pasf-.age d'Annibal contient dix pages, et celle sur le guerre sociale en a douze. Mais ces morceaux sont trop etendus, et le journal meme a besoin d'une reforme qui lui retranche quantity de pieces qui sont assez etrangeres a son veritable plan. Apres avoir un peu reflechi la. dessus, voici quelques regies que je me suis faites sur les objets qui lui conviennent. Iment, Toute ma vie civile et privee, amusemens, mes liaisons, mes ecarts meme, et toutes mes refle'xions qui ne roulent que sur des sujets qui me sont personals, je conviens que tout cela n'est interessant que pour moi, mais aussi ce n'cst que pour moi que j'ecris mon journal. Ilment, Tout ce que j'apprens par I'observation ou la conversation. A I'egard de celle-ci je ne rapporterai que ce que je tiens de personnes tout a la fois instruites et veridiques, lorsqu'il est question de faits, ou du petit nombre de ceux qui meritent le titre de grand homme, s'il S'agit de sentimens ct d'opinions. Illment, J'y mettrai soignnusement tout ce qu'on pcut 76 MY PREPARATIONS FOR MY TRANSALPINE yOURNEY, Benedictine works, the Diplomatica of Mabillon, and the Palceographia of Montfaucon. 1 studied the theory without attaining the practice of the art : nor should I complain of the intricacy of Greek abbreviations and Gothic alphabets, since every day, in a familiar language, I am at a loss to decipher the hieroglyphics of a female note. In a tranquil scene, which revived the memory of my first studies, idleness would have been less pardonable : the public libraries of Lausanne and Geneva liberally supplied me with books ; and if many hours were lost in dis- sipation, many more were employed in literary labour. In the country, Horace and Virgil, Juvenal and Ovid, were my assiduous companions : but, in town, I formed and executed a plan of study for the use of my Transalpine expedition : the topography of old Rome, the ancient geography of Italy, and the science of medals, i. I diligently read, almost always with my pen in my hand, the elaborate treatises of Nardini, Donatus, &c., which fill the fourth volume of the Roman Antiquities of Grasvius. 2. I next undertook and finished the Italia Aiitiqiia of Ciuverius, a learned native of Prussia, who had measured, on foot, every spot, and has compiled and digested every passage of appeller la partie tnaterielle de mes etudes ; combein d'heures j'ai travaille, combien de pages j'ai ecrit ou lu, avec une courte notice du sujet qu'ellescontenoient. IVment, Je serois fache de lire sans reflechir sur mes lectures, sans porter des jugemens raisonnes sur mes auteurs, et sans eplucher avec 'join leurs idees et leurs expressions. Mais toute lecture ne fournit pas egalement. II y a aes livres qu'on parcourt, et il y en a qu'on lit ; il y en a enfin qu'on doit etudier. Mes observanons sur ceux de la premiere classe ne peuvent qu'etre courtes et detachees. EUes convienuent au journal. Celles qui regardent la seconde classe n'y entreront qu'autant qu'elles auront le mtme caractere Vment, Mes refle'xions sur ce petit nombre d'auteurs classiques, qu'on meaite aver soin, seront naturellement plus approfondies et plus suivies. C'est pour elles, er pour des pieces ^lus etendues et plus originales, aux quelles la lecture ou la me- ditation peut donner iieu, que je ferai ,-,n recueil separe. Je conserverai cependant sa liaison avec le journal par des renvois constans qui marqueront le numero de chaque piece avec le terns etl'occasiondesa composition. Moyennant ces precautions mon journal ne peut que m'etre utile. Ce conipte exact de mon tems m'en fcra mieux sentir le prix ; il dissipera par son detail, rillusion qu'on se fait d'invisager seulement les annees et les mois et de mepriser lesheures et les jours. Je ne dis rien de I'agrement. C'en est un bien grand cependant de pouvoir repasser chaque epoque de sa vie, et de se placer, des qu'on le veut, au milieu de toutes les petites scenes qu'on ajoue, ou qu'on a vu jouer. 6 Avril 1764.]-- J'ai etc eveille par Pavilliard et H * * * * pour arreterune facheuse affaire qui s'etoit passec aj bal apres notre depart. G * * * * qui faisoit sa cour a Mademoiselle ****** depuis iong tems, voyoit avec peine que ******(***»**) menacoit de le supplanter, II nc repondoit jamais aux politesses de son rival, que par des brusquerics i et a la fin a I'occasion de la main de Mademoiselle ****** \\ s'emporta centre luile plus mal a propos du monde, et le traita devant tout le monde d'impertine>it, &c. J'ai appris de Pavilliard que ****** lui avoit envoye un cartel ; et que la reponse de G * * * * ne I'ayant point contente ils devoient se rencontrer a cinq heures du soir. Au desespoir de voir mon ami engage dans une affaire qui ne pouvoit que lui faire du tort, j'ai couru chez M. de Crousaz oiX demeuroit ******. J'ai bientot vu qu'il ne lui falloit qu'une explication assez legere, jointe a quelque apologie de la part de G * * * * pour le de'sarmer, et je suis retourne che* lui avec H * * * ' pour I'engager a la donner. Nous lui avons fait comprendre que I'aveu d'une veritable tort ne blessoit jamais I'honneur, et que son insulte envers les dames aussi bien qu'envers ***** gtoit sans excuse. Je lui ai dicte un billet convenable, mais sans la moindre bassesse, que j'ai porte au Hollandois. 11 a rendu les armes sur le champ, lui a fait la reponse la plus polie, et m'a remercie mille fois du role que j'avois fait. En verite cet homme n'est pas difficile. AprCs diner j'ai vu nos dames il qui j'ai porte une lettre d'excuses. La mere n'en veut plus a G * * * *, mais Mademoiselle ****** est desolee du tort que cette affaire peut lui faire dans le monde. Cette ncgociation m'a pris le jour eutler ; mais ^eut on mieux employer un jour qu'a sauvcr la vie, peutetre a deux personncs, et a conservei' la reputation d'un ami? Au reste j'ai vu au fond plus d'un caractere. G * * * * est brave, vrai, et sense, mais d'une impetuosite qui n'est que plus dangereuse pour etre supprimee a I'ordinaire. C ***'*''' est d'une etourderie d'enfant. De g * * * * d'une indifference qui vient bien plus d'un defaut de sensibilite, que d'un excfis de raison. J'ai conru une ve'ritable amitie pour H * • * *, Jl a beaucoup de raison et des sentimens d'honncur avec uu coeur d$» mieux place. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBO.V. 7/ the ancient writers. These passages in Greek or Latin authors I perused in the text of Chiverius, in two foho vohimes : but I separatel)^ read the descriptions of Italy by Strabo, Phny, and Pomponius Mela, the Cata- logues of the Epic poets, the Itineraries of Wcsseling's Antoninus, and the coasting Voyage of Rutilius Numatianus ; and I studied two kindred subjects in the Measures Itineraires of d'Anville, and the copious work of Bergier, Hisioire dcs grands CJiciiiins dc I' Empire Roniain. From these materials I formed a table of roads and distances reduced to our English measure ; filled a folio common-place book with my collections and remarks on the geography of Italy; and inserted in my journal many long and learned notes on the insulce and populousness of Rome, the social war, the passage of the Alps by Hannibal, iScC. 3. After glancing my eye over Addison's agreeable dialogues, I more seriously read the great work of Ezechiel Spanheim de Prccsiantin et Usu Nmnisi/iatiim, and applied with him the medals of the kings and emperors, the families and colonies, to the illustration of ancient history. And thus was I armed for my Italian journey.* I shall advance with rapid brevity in the narrative of this tour, in which somewhat more than a year (April 1764 — May 1765) was agree- ably emploj'ed. Content with tracing my line of march, and slightly touching on my personal feelings, I shall waive the minute investigation of the scenes which have been viewed by thousands, and described by hundreds, of our modern travellers. Rome is the great object of our pilgrimage : and ist, the journey ; 2d, the residence ; and 3d, the return ; will form the most proper and perspicuous division, i. I climbed Mount Cenis, and descended into the plain of Piedmont, not on the back of an elephant, but on a light osier seat, in the hands of the dextrous and intrepid chairmen of the Alps. The architecture and government of Turin presented the same aspect of tame and tiresome uniformity : * Journal, Lausanne, Avril 17, 1764.] — Guise et moi, nous avons donne un diner excellent et beaucoup de vin a Dupleix, et a beaucoup d'autre^. Apres diner nous nous sommes cchappes pour faire quelques visiles aux * * *^ aux * * *, et aux * * *. Je pars avec quelques regrets : cependant un peu de vin, et une gayete dont je ne pouvois rendre raison, m'ont rendu d'une ctourdeiie sans pareille, vis-a-vis de ces petites. Je leur ai dit cent folies, et nous nous sommes embrasses en riant. Alesery nous a donne un trCs beau souper avec une partie de la compagnie du matin, augmentce de Bourgeois et de PaviUiard. Ce souper, les adieux sur tout a PaviUiard, que j'aime veritablenient, et les preparatifs du depart, m'ont occupe jusqu'a deux heures du matin. Je quitte Lausanne avec moins de regret que la premi&re fois. Je n'y laisse plus que des connoissances. C'etoit la maitresse et I'arai dont je pleurois la perte. D'aillieurs je voyois Lausanne avec les yeux encore novices d'un jeune homme, qui lui devoit la partie raisonable de son existence, et qui jugeoit sans objets de comparaison. Aujourdhui j'y vols une ville mal batie, au milieu d'un pays delicieux, qui jouit de la paix et du repos, et qui les prend pour la liberte. Un peuple nombreux et bien eleve, qui aime la societe, qui y est propre, et qui admet avec plaisir les etrangers dans ses cotteries, qui seroient bien plus agreables, si la con- versation n'avoit pas cede la place au jeu. Les femmes sont jolies, et malgre leur grande liberte, elles sont tres sages. Tout au plus peuvent elles etre un peu complaisantes, dans I'idee honnete, mais incertaine, de prendre un etranger dans leurs filets. L'aftectation est le peche originel des Lausannois. Affectation de depense, affectation de noblesse, affectation d'esprit : les deux premieres sont fort repandues, pendant que la troisieme est fort rare Comme ce vice se cboque a tout instant avec celui des autres, Lausanne se trouve partagee dans un grand nombre d'etats, dont les principes et le langage varient a I'inftni, et qui n'ont de commun que leur mcpris reciproque les ims pour les autres. Leur gout pour la depense s'accorde mal avec celui de la noblesse, lis periroient plutot que de renoncer a leurs grandeurs, ou d'embras.ser la seule profession qui p\iisse les y soutenir. La maison de RL de Mesery est charmante : le caractere franc et gencreux du INLari, les agremens de la femme, une situation delicieuse, une there excellente, la compagnie de ses compatriotes, et une liberte parfaite, font aimer ce sejour a tout Anglois. Que je voudrois en trouver un seniblable a, Londres ! J'y regrette epgQrs Holroyd, mais il nous suit de prCj. /8 MY EMOTIONS WHEN I TROD THE FORUM OF ROME. but the court was regulated with decent and splendid oeconomy ; and I was introduced to his Sardinian majesty Charles Emanuel, who, after the incomparable Frederic, held the second rank (proximus longo tamen intervallo) among the kings of Europe. The size and populous- ness of Milan could not surpiise an inhabitant of London : but the fancy is amused by a visit to the Boromean Islands, an enchanted palace, a work of the fairies in the midst of a lake encompassed with mountains, and far removed from the haunts of men. I was less amused by the marble palaces of Genoa, than by the recent memorials of her deliverance (in December 1746) from the Austrian tyranny; and I took a military survey of every scene of action within the inclosure of her double walls. My steps were detained at Parma and Modena, by the precious relics of the Farnese and Este collections : but, alas ! the far greater part had been already transported, by inheritance or purchase, to Naples and Dresden. By the road of Bologna and the Apennine I at last reached Florence, where I reposed from June to September, during the heat of the summer months. In the Gallery, and especially in the Tribune, I first acknowledged, at the feet of the Venus of Medicis, that the chisel may dispute the pre-eminence witli the pencil, a truth in the fine arts which cannot on this side of the Alps 1)0 felt or understood. At home I had taken some lessons of Italian : on the spot I read, with a learned native, the classics of the Tuscan idiom : but the shortness of my time, and the use of the French language, prevented my acquiring any facility of speaking ; and I was a silent spectator in the conversations of our envoy. Sir Horace Mann, whose most serious business was that of entertaining the English at his hospitable table.* After leaving Florence, I com- pared the solitude of Pisa with the industry of Lucca and Leghorn, and continued my journey through Sienna to Rome, where I arrived in the beginning of October. 2. My temper is not very susceptible of enthusiasm ; and the enthusiasm which I do not feel, I have ever scorned to affect. But, at the distance of twenty-live years, I can neither forget nor express the strong emotions which agitated my mind as I first approached and entered the eternal city. After a sleepless night, I trod, with a lofty step, the ruins of the Forum ; each memor- able spot where Romulus stood, or Tully spoke, or Ccesar fell, was at once present to my eye ; and several days of intoxication were lost or enjoyed before I could descend to a cool and minute investigation. My guide was Mr. Byers, a Scotch antiquary of experience and taste ; but, in the daily labour of eighteen weeks, the powers of attention were sometimes fatigued, till I was myself qualified, in a last review, to select and study the capital works of ancient and modern art. Six weeks were borrowed for my tour of Naples, the most populous of cities, relative to its size, whose luxurious inhabitants seem to dwell on the confines of paradise and hell-fire. I was presented to the boy- * Journal, Florence, Aout gme, 1764.] — Cocchi a dine avec nous. Nousavonsbeaucoup cause, mais je ne lui trouve pas le genre qu'on lui attribue, c'est peutetre, parceque les notres ne sont pas analogues. J'entrevois de I'cxtravagance dans ses ideas, de I'aftectation dans ses manieres. II se plaint a tout moment de sa pauvrete. II connoit peu la veritable dignite d'un homme de lettres. S'il a beauccfup de science, elle est bornee a la physique. II m'a demand^ si Lord Spenser ne pouvoit pas faire des eveques, et m'a fait un conte de Lord Lvttclton (Uont il le ne peut souffrir le fils) ou il etoit question des Parlemens de Campagnc. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEKTVlRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. 79 Icing by our new envoy, Sir William Hamilton ; who, wisely divcrtino- his correspondence from the Secretary of State to the Royal Society and British Museum, has elucidated a country of such incstimal^le value to the naturalist and antiquarian. On my return, I fondly em- braced, for the last time, the miracles of Rome ; but I departed with- out kissing the feet of Rezzonico (Clement XIII.), who neither pos- sessed the wit of his predecessor Lambertini, nor the virtues of his successor Ganganelli. 3. In my pilgrimage from Rome to Loretto I again crossed the Apennine ; from the coast of the Adriatic I traversed a fruitful and populous country, which could alone disprove the paradox of Montesquieu, that modern Italy is a desert. Without adopting the exclusive prejudice of the natives, I sincerely admire the paintings of the Lologna school. I hastened to escape from the sad solitude of Ferrara, which in the age of Caasar was still more desolate. The spectacle of \'enice aftbrded some hours of astonishment j the university of Padua is a dying taper : but Verona still boasts h'er amphitheatre, and his native Vicenza is adorned by the classic architecture of Palladio : the road of Lombardy and Piedmont (did Montesquieu find them without inhabitants ') led me back to Milan, Turin, and the passage of Mount Cenis, where I again crossed the Alps in my way to Lyons. The use of foreign travel has been often debated as a general ques- tion ; but the conclusion must be finally applied to the character and circumstances of each individual. With the education of boys, where or hoiu they may pass over some juvenile years with the least mischief to themselves or others, I have no concern. But after supposing the previous and indispensable requisites of age, judgment, a competent knowledge of men and books, and a freedom from domestic prejudices, I will briefly describe the qualifications which I deem most essential to a traveller. He should be endowed with an active, indefatigable vigour of mind and body, which can seize every mode of conveyance, and support, with a careless smile, every hardship of the road, the weather, or the inn. The benefits of foreign travel will correspond with the degrees of these qualifications ; but, in this sketch, those to M-hom I am Icnown will not accuse me of framing my own panegyric. It was at Rome, on the 15th of October 1764, as I sat musing amidst the ruins of the Capitol, while the bare-footed fryars were singing vespers in the temple of Jupiter,* that the idea of writing the decline and fall of the city first started to my mind. But my original plan was circumscribed to the decay of the city rather than of the empire : and though my reading and reflections began to point towards that oljject, some years elapsed, and several avocations intervened, before I was seriously engaged in the execution of that laborious work. I had not totally renounced the southern provinces of France, but the letters which I found at Lyons were expressive of some impatience. Rome and Italy had satiated my curious appetite, and I was now ready to return to the peaceful retreat of my family and books. After a happy fortnight I rcluctiintly left Paris, embarked at Calais, again landed at Dover, after an interval of two years and five months, and hastily drove through the summer dust and solitude of London. On June 25 1765 1 arrived at my father's house : and the five years and a half between • Now the Church of the Zoccolants, or Franciscan Friars. S. 80 MY RETURN TO ENGLAND, AND FRIENDS THERE. my travels and my father's death (1770) are the portion of my life which I passed with the least enjoyment, and which I remember with the least satisfaction. Every spring I attended the monthly meeting and exercise of the militia at Southampton ; and by the resignation of my father, and the death of Sir Thomas Worsley, \ was successively promoted to the rank of major and lieutenant-coionel commandant ; but I was each year more disgusted with the inr.. ihe wine, the com- pany, and the tiresome repetition of annual aiit-ndance and daily exercise. At home, the oeconomy of the family ana farm still main- tained the same creditable appearance. My connection with Mrs. Gibbon was mellowed into a warm and solid attacnment : my growing years abolished the distance that might yet ixmain ijetween a parent and a son, and my behaviour satisfied my father, who was proud of the success, however imperfect in his own life-iime, of my literary talents. Our solitude was soon and often enlivened by the visit of the friend i.f my youth, Mr. Deyverdun, whose absence from Lausanne I had sincerely lamented. About three years after my first departure, he had emigrated from his native lake to the banks of the Oder in Germany. The res angiista doiiii, the waste of a decent patrimony, by an improvident father, obliged him, like many of his countrymen, to confide in his own industry ; and he was entrusicd with the educa- tion of a young prince, the grandson of the Margrave of Schavedt, of the Royal Family of Prussia. Our friendship was never cooled, our correspondence was sometimes interrupted ; but i rather wished than hoped to obtain Mr. Deyveixlun for the companion of my Italian tour. An unhappy, though honourable passion, drove him from his German court ; and the attractions of hope and curiosity were fortified by the expectation of my speedy return to England. During four successive summers he passed several weeks or months at Beriton, and our free conversations, on every topic that could interest the heart or under- standing, would have reconciled me to a desert or a prison. In the winter months of London my sphere of knowledge and action was somewhat enlarged, by the many new acquaintance which 1 had con- tracted in the militia and abroad ; and I must regret, as more than an acquaintance, Mr. Godfrey Clarke of Derbyshire, an amiable and worthy young man, who was snatched away by an untimely death. A weekly convivial meeting was established by myself and travellers, under the name of the Roman Club*. The renewal, or perhaps the improvement, cf my English life was embittered by the alteration of my own feelings. At the age of twenty- one I was, in my proper station of a youth, delivered from the yoke of education, and delighted with the comparative state of liberty and affluence. My filial obedience was natural and easy ; and in the gay prospect of futurity, my ambition did not extend beyond the enjoy- ment of my books, my leisure, and my patrimonial estate, undisturbed by the cares of a family and the duties of a profession. But in the militia I was armed with power ; in my travels, I was exempt from • The members were Lord Moiintstuart (now Earl of Bute), Col. Edmonstone, Weddal, Palgrave, Lord Berkley, Godfrey Clarke, Holroyd (Lord Sheffield), Major Ridley, Sir William Guize, Sir John Aubrey, Lord Abingdon, Hon. Peregrine Bertie, Cleaver, Hon. John Darner, Hon. George Darner (Lord Milton), Sii- Thomas GoscoygnCj Sir John Uort, E. Gibbon. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON: 8 1 controu] ; and as I approached, as I gradually passed my tliirlicth year, I began to feel the desire of being master in my own house. The most gentle authority will sometimes frown without reason, the most cheerful submission will sometimes murmur without cause ; and such is the law of our imperfect nature, that we must either command or obey ; that our personal liberty is supported by the obsequiousness of our own dependants. While so many of my acquaintance were married or in parliament, or advancing with a rapid step in the various roads of honour and fortune, I stood alone, immoveable and insigni- ficant ; for after the monthly meeting of 1770, I had even withdrawn myself from the militia, by the resignation of an empty and barren commission. My temper is not susceptible of envy, and the view of successful merit has always excited my warmest applause. The miseries of a vacant life were never known to a man whose hours were insufficient for the inexhaustible pleasures of study. But I lamented that at the proper age I had not embraced the lucrative pur- suits of the law or of trade, the chances of civil office or India adven- ture, or even the fat slumbers of the church ; and my repentance became more lively as the loss of time was more irretrievable. Exper- ience shewed me the use of grafting my private consequence on the importance of a great professional body ; the benefits of those firm connections which are cemented by hope and interest, by gratitude and emulation, by the mutual exchange of services and favours. From the emoluments of a profession I might have derived an ample fortune, or a competent income, instead of being stinted to the same narrow allowance, to be increased only by an event which I sincerely depre- cated. The progress and the knowledge of our domestic disorders aggravated my anxiety, and I began to apprehend that I might be left in my old age without the fruits either of industry or inheritance. In the first summer after my return, whilst I enjoyed at Beriton the society of my friend Deyverdun, our daily conversations expatiated o\er the field of ancient and modern literature ; and we freely dis- cussed my studies, my first Essay, and my future projects. The Decline and Fall of Rome I still contemplated at an awful distance : but the two historical designs which had balanced my choice were sub- mitted to his taste : and in the parallel between the Revolutions of Florence and Switzerland, our common partiality for a country which was Jiis by birth, and »iine by adoption, inclined the scale in favour of the latter. According to the plan, which was soon conceived and digested, I embraced a period of two hundred years, from the asso- ciation of the three peasants of the Alps to the plenitude and pros- perity of the Helveti'C body in the sixteenth century. I should have described the deliverance and victory of the Swiss, who have never shed the blood of their tyrants but in a field of battle; the laws and manners of the confederate states ; the splendid trophies of the Austrian, Bur- gundian, and Italian wars ; and the wisdom of a nation, which, after some sallies of martial adventure, has been content to guard the blessings of peace with the sword of freedom. Manus haec inimica tyrannis Ense petit placidam sub lihertate quietem. 1 8 2 QPimON OF HUME ON HISTOR Y OF SWITZERLAND. My judgment, as well as my enthusiasm, was satisfied with the goriousj theme ; and the assistance of Deyverdun seemed to remove an insu- perable obstacle. The French or Latin memorials, of which I was not ignorant, are inconsiderable in number and weight ; but in the perfect acquaintance of my friend with the German language, I found the key of a more valuable collection. The most necessary books were pro- cured ; he translated, for my use, the folio volume of Schilling, a copious and contemporary relation of the war of Burgundy ; we read and marked the most interesting parts of the great chronicle of Tschudi ; and by his labour, or that of an inferior assistant, large extracts were made from the History of Lauft'er and the Dictionary of Lew : yet such was the distance and delay, that two years elapsed in these preparatory steps ; and it was late in the third summer (1767) before I entered, with these slender materials, on the more agreeable task of composi- tion. A specimen of my History, the first book, was read the following winter in a literary society of foreigners in London ; and as the author was unknown, I listened, without observation, to the free strictures, and unfavourable sentence, of my judges.* The momentary sensation was painful ; but their condemnation was ratified by my cooler thoughts. I delivered my imperfect sheets to the flames,t and for ever renounced a design in which some expence, much labour, and more time had been so vainly consumed. I cannot regret the loss of a slight and superficial essay, for such the work must have been in the hands of a stranger, uninformed by the scholars and statesmen, and remote from the libraries and archives of the Swiss republics. My ancient habits, and the presence of Deyverdun, encouraged me to 'vrite in French for the continent of Europe ; but I was conscious myself that my style, above prose and below poetry, degenerated into a verbose and turgid declamation. Perhaps I may impute the failure to the injudicious choice of a foreign language. Perhaps I may suspect * Mr. Hume seems to have had a difterent opinion of this work. F?-ov: Mr. Hiime to Mr. Gibbon. Sir, It is but a few days since M. Deyverdun put your manuscript into my hands, and I have perused it with great pleasure and satisfaction. I have only one objection, derived from the language in which it is written. Why do you compose in French, and carry faggots into the wood, as Horace says with regard to the Romans who wrote in Greek? I grant that you have a like motive to those Romans, and adopt a language much more generally diffused than your native tongue : but have you not remarked the fate of those two ancient languages in following ages? The Latin, though then less celebrated, and confined to more narrow limits, has in some measure outlived the Greek, and is now more generally understood by men of letters. Let the French, therefore, triumph in the present diffusion of their tongue. Our solid and increasing establishments in America, where we need less dread the inundation of Barbarians, promise a superior stability and duration to the English language. Your use of the French tongue has also led you into a style more poetical and figurative, and more highly coloured, than our language seems to admit of in historical productions ; for such is the practice of French writers, particularly the more recent ones, who illuminate their pic- tures more than custom will permit us. On the whole, your History, in my opinion, is written with spirit and judgment; and I e.xhort you verjf earnestly to conlinueit. The objectionsthat occurred to me on reading it, were so f'rivolous, that I shall not trouble you with them, and should, I believe, have a difficulty to recollect them. I am, with great esteem, SIR, &c. David Hume. London, 24th of Oct. 1767. t He neglected to burn them. He left at Sheffield-Place the introduction, or first book, in forty-three pages folio, written in a very small hand, besides a considerable number of notes. If Mr. Gibbon had not declared his judgment, perhaps Mr. Hume's opinion, expressed in tho letter in the last note, might have' justified the publication of it, S. AUTCpro<:RApmc memoirs of edward gibbon: 83 that the language itself is ill adapted to sustain the vigour and dignity of an important narrative. 15ut if France, so rich in literary merit, had produced a great original historian, his genius would have formed and tixcd the idiom to the proper tone, the peculiar model of historical eloquence. It was in search of some liberal and lucrative employment that my friend Deyverdun had visited England. His remittances from home were scanty and precarious. My purse was always open, but it was ofien empty ; and 1 bitterly felt the want of riches and power, which might have enabled me to correct the errors of his fortune. His wishes and qualifications solicited the station of the travelling governor of some wealthy pupil ; but every vacancy provoked so many eager candidates, that for a long time 1 struggled without success ; nor was it till after much application that I could even place him as a clerk in the office of the secretary of state. In a residence of several years he never acc^uired the just pronunciation and familiar use of the English tongue, but he read our most difficult authors with ease and taste : his critical knowledge of our language and poetry was such as few foreigners have possessed ; and few of our countrymen could enjoy the theatre of Sliakspeare and Garrick with more exquisite feeling and discernment. The consciousness of his own strength, and the assurance of my aid, emboldened him to imitate the example of Dr. Maty, whose yoiirnal Brilanniquc was esteemed and regretted ; and to improve his model, by uniting with the transactions of literature a philosophic view of the arts and manners of the British nation. Our Journal for the year 1767, under the title oi Mcmoires Literaires de la Grand Bre- ta^ne, was soon finished, and sent to the press. For the first article, ' Lord Lyttelton's History of Henry II. I must own myself responsible ; but the public has ratified my judgment of that voluminous work, in which sense and learning are not illuminated by a ray of genius. The next specimen was the choice of my friend, the Bath Guide, a light and whimsical performance, of local, and even verbal, pleasantry. I started at the attempt : he smiled at my fears : his courage was justi- fied by success ; and a master of both languages will applaud the curious felicity with which he has transfused into French prose the spirit, and even the humour, of the English verse. It is not my wish to deny how deeply I was interested in these Memoirs, of which I need not surely be ashamed ; but at the distance of more than twenty years, it would be impossible for me to ascertain the respective shares of the two associates. A long and intimate communication of ideas had cast our sentiments and style in the same mould. In our social labours we composed and corrected by turns ; and the praise which I might honestly bestow, would fall perhaps on some article or passage most properly my own. A second volume (for the year 1768) was published of these Memoirs. I will presume to say, that their merit was superior to their reputation ; but it is not less true, that they were productive of more reputation than emolument. They introduced my friend to the protection, and myself to the acquaintance, of the Earl of Chesterfield, whose age and infirmities secluded him from the world ; and of Mr. David Hume, who was under-secretary to the office in which Deyver- dun was more humbly employed. The fomicr accepted a dedication, $4 ^'^^y CONTROVERSY WITH BISHOP WARliVR'lOK (April 12, 1769,) and reserved the author for the future educalicn of his successor : the latter enriched the Journal with a reply to Mr. Wal- pole's Historical Doubts, which he afterwards shaped into the form of a note. The materials of the third volume were almost completed, when I recommended Deyverdun as governor to Sir Richard Worsley, a youth, the son of my old Lieutenant-colonel, who was lately deceased. They set forwards on their travels ; nor did they return to England till some time after my father's death. My next publication was an accidental sally of love and resentment ; of my reverence for modest genius, and my aversion for insolent pedantry. The sixth book of the ^neid is the most pleasing and per- fect composition of Latin poetry. The descent of vEneas and the Sibyl to the infernal regions, to the world of spirits, expands an awful and boundless prospect, from the nocturnal gloom of the Cumsean grot, I bant obscuri sola sub nocte per umbram, to the meridian brightness of the Elysian fields ; Largior hie campos tether et lumine vestit Purpureo from the dreams of simple Nature, to the dreams, alas ! of Egyptian theology, and the philosophy of the Greeks. But the final dismission of the hero through the ivory gate, whence Falsa ad coelum mittunt insomnia manes, seems to dissolve the whole enchantment, and leaves the reader in a state of cold and anxious scepticism. This most lame and impotent conclusion has been variously imputed to the taste or irreligion of Virgil ; but, according to the more elaborate interpretation of Bishop Warburton, the descent to hell is not a false, but a mimic scene ; which represents the initiation of ^neas, in the character of a law- giver, to the Eleusinian mysteries. This hypothsis, a singular chapter in the Divine Legation of Moses, had been admitted by many as true ; it was praised by all as ingenious ; nor had it been exposed, in a space of thirty years, to a fair and critical discussion. The learning and the abihties of the author had raised him to a just eminence ; but he reigned the dictator and tyrant of the world of literature. The real merit of Warburton was degraded by the pride and presumption with which he pronounced his infallible decrees ; in his polemic writings he lashed his antagonists without mercy or moderation ; and his servile flatterers, (see the base and malignant Essay on the Delicacy of Friend- ships exalting the master critic far above Ai-istotle and Longinus, assaulted every modest dissenter who refused to consult the oracle, and to adore the idol. In a land of liberty, such despotism must provoke a general opposition, and the zeal of opposition is seldom candid or impartial. A late professor of Oxford, (Dr. Lowth,) in a pointed and polished epistle, (Aug. 31, 1765,) defended himself, and attacked the Bishop ; and, whatsoever might be the merits of an insignificant con- troversy, his victory was clearly estabhshed by the silent confusion of AUTOBIOGRAPIJIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBDOX. ?5 Warburton and his slaves. / too, without any private offence, was amlMtious of breaking a lance against the giant's shield ; and in the beginning of the year 1770, my Critical Observations on the Sixth Book of the yEneid were sent, without my name, to the press. In this short Essay, my first English publication, 1 aimed my strokes against the person and the hypothesis of Bishop Warburton. I proved, at least to my own satisfaction, that the ancient lawgivers did not in\-cnt the mysteries, and that yEncas was never invested with the office of lawgiver : tliat there is not any argument, any circumstance, which can melt a fable into allegory, or remove the scene from the Lake Avernus to the Temple of Ceres: tliat such a wild supposition is equally injurious to the poet and the man : tliat if Virgil was not initiated he could not, if he were, he would not, reveal the secrets of the initiation : tliat the anathema of Horace {z'etabo qui Cereris sacrum vulj:arit, o-'t".) at once attests his own ignorance and the innocence of his friend. As the Bishop of Gloucester and his party maintained a discreet silence, my cHtical disquisition was soon lost among the pam- phlets of the day ; but the public coldness was overbalanced to my feelings by the weighty approbation of the last and best editor of \'irgil, Professor Heyne of Gottingen, who acquiesces in my confuta- tion, and styles the unknown author, doctus - - - et elegaiitissii)ius Britannus. But I cannot resist the temptation of transcribing the favourable judgment of Mr. Hayley, himself a poet and a scholar : " An intricate hypothesis, twisted into a long and laboured chain of quotation and argument, the Dissertation on the Sixth Book of Virgil, remained some time unrefuted. - - - At length, a superior, but anony- mous, critic arose, who, in one of the most judicious and spirited essays that our nation has produced, on a point of classical literature, com- pletely overturned this ill-founded edifice, and exposed the arrogance and futility of its assuming architect." He even condescends to justify an acrimony of style, which had been gently blamed by the more un- biassed German; ^" Paullo acrius quant velis - - - perstrinxit."* But I cannot forgive myself the contemptuous treatment of a man who, with all his faults, was entitled to my esteem ;t and I can less forgive, in a personal attack, the cowardly concealment of my name and character. In the fifteen years between my Essay on the Study of Literature and the first volume of the Decline and Fall, (1761— 1776,) this criticism on Warburton, and some articles in the Journal, were my sole publica- tions. It is more especially incumbent on me to mark the employment, or to confess the waste of time, from my travels to my father's death, an interval in which I was not diverted by any professional duties from the labours and pleasures of a studious life. i. As soon as I was released from the fruitless task of the Swiss revolutions, (1768,) I began • The editor of the Warburtonian tracks, Dr. Parr, (p. 192,) considers the allegorical inter- pretation " as completely refuted in a most clear, elegant, and decisive work of criticism; which could not, indeed, derive authority from the greatest name; but to which the greatest name might with propriety have been affixed." + Tlv; Divine Legation of Moses is a monument, already crumbling in the dust, of the vigour and weakness of the human mind. If Warburton's new argument proved anything, it would be a demonstration against the legislator, who left his people without the knowledge of R future state. But some episodes of the work, on the Greek philosophy, the hieroglyphics of E^ypt, &c. are entitled to the praise of learning, imagination, and discernment. G 86 MY READING FOR THE HISTORICAL WORKS ON ROME: gradually to advance from the wish to the hope, from the hope to the design, from the design to the execution, of my historical work, of whose limits and extent I had yet a very inadequate notion. The Classics, as low as Tacitus, the younger Pliny, and Juvenal, were my old and familiar companions. I insensibly plunged into the ocean of the Augustan history ; and in the descending series I investigated, with my pen almost always in my hand, the original records, both Greek and Latin, from Dion Cassius to Ammianus Marcellinus, from the reign of Trajan to the last age of the Western Cassars. The subsidiary rays of medals, and inscriptions of geography and chronology, were thrown on their proper objects ; and I applied the collections of Tille- mont, whose inimitable accuracy almost assumes the character of genius, to fix and arrange within my reach the loose and scattered atoms of historical information. Through the darkness of the middle ages I explored my way in the Annals and Antiquities of Italy of the learned Muratori ; and diligently compared them with the parallel or transverse lines of Sigonius and Maffei, Baronius and Pagi, till I almost grasped the ruins of Rome in the fourteenth century, without suspect- ing that this final chapter must be attained by the labour of six quartos and twenty years. Among the books which I purchased, the Theodocian Code, with the commentary of James Godefroy, must be gratefully re- membered. I used it (and much I used it) as a work of history, rather than of jurisprudence : but in every light it may be considered as a full and capacious repository of the political state of the empire in the fourth and fifth centuries. As I believed, and as I still believe, that the propagation of the Gospel, and the triumph of the church, are in- separably connected with the decline of the Roman monarchy, I weighed the causes and effects of the revolution, and contrasted the narratives and apologies of the Christians themselves, with the glances of candour or enmity which the Pagans have cast on the rising sects. The Jewish and Heathen testimonies, as they are collected and illus- trated by Dr. Lardner, directed, without superseding, my search of the originals ; and in an ample dissertation on the miraculous dark- ness of the passion, I privately withdrew my conclusions from the silence of an unbelieving age. I have assembled the preparatory studies, directly or indirectly relative to my history; but, in strict equity, they must be spread beyond this period of my life, over the two summers (1771 and 1772) that elapsed between my father's death and my settlement in London. 2. In a free conversation with books and iiien, it would be endless to enumerate the names and characters of all who are introduced to our acquaintance ; but in this general acquaint- oince we may select the degrees of friendship and esteem, according to the wise maxim, MultJiin legcre potius giia-in vudta. I reviewed, again and again, the immortal works of the French and English, the Latin and Italian classics. My Greek studies (though less assiduous than I designed) maintained and extended my knowledge of that incomparable idiom. Homer and Xenophon were still my favourite authors ; and I had almost prepared for the press an Essay on the Cyropoedia, which, in my own judgment, is not unhappily laboured. After a certain age, the new publications of merit are the sole food of the many ; and the most austere student will be often tempted to break the line, for the AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS Oh EDWARD GIBBON. 8/ sake of indulging his own curiosity, and of providing the topics of fashionable currency. A more respectable motive maybe assigned for the third perusal of Blackstone's Commentaries, and a copious and critical abstract of that English work was my first serious production in my native language. 3. My literary leisure was much less complete and independent than it might appear to the eye of a stranger. In the hurry of London I was destitute of books ; in the solitude of Hamp- shire I was not master of my time. My quiet was gradually disturbed by our domestic anxiety, and I should be ashamed of my unfeeling philosophy, had I found much time or taste for study in the last fatal summer (1770) of my fathers decay and dissolution. The disembodying of the militia at the close of the war (1763) had restored the Major (a new Cincinnatus) to a life of agriculture. His labours were useful, his pleasures innocent, his wishes moderate ; and m)- fiither seoiied to enjoy the state of happiness which is celebrated by poets and philosophers, as the most agreeable to nature, and the least accessible to fortune. Beatus ille, qui procul negotiis | Like the first mortals, blest is he, (Ut prisca gens mortalium) Paterna rura bubus exercet suis Solutus omni foenore. HoR. Epod. ii. From debts, and usury, and busi- ness free, With his own team who ploughs the soil. Which grateful once confessed his father's toil. Francis. But the last indispensable condition, the freedom from debt, was wanting to my father's felicity ; and the vanities of his youth were severely punished by the solicitude and sorrow of his declining age. The first mortgage, on my return from Lausanne, (1758,) had afTorded him a partial and transient relief. The annual demand of interest and allowance was a heavy deduction from his income ; the militia was a source of expence, the farm in his hands was not a profitable adventure, he was loaded with the costs and damages of an obsolete law-suit ; and each year multiplied the number, and exhausted the patience, of his creditors. Under these painful circumstances, I con- sented to an additional mortgage, to the sale of Putney, and to every sacrifice that could alleviate his distress. But he was no longer capable of a rational effort, and his reluctant delays postponed not the evils themselves, but the remedies of those evils {rcmcdia vialoriim potiiis qiiam mala diffcrebat). The pangs of shame, tenderness, and self-reproach, incessantly preyed on his vitals ; his constitution was broken ; he lost his strength and his sight ; the rapid progress of a dropsy admonished him of his end, and he sunk into the grave on 1 Nov. 10, 1770, in the sixty-fourth year of his age. A family tradition I insinuates that Mr. William Law had drawn his pupil in the light -myI j inconstant character oi Flatus, who is ever confident, and ever disap' pointed in the chace of happiness. But these constitutional failing' were happily compensated by the virtues of the head and heart, by the warmest sentiments of honour and humanity. His graceful person, polite address, gentle manners, and unaffected cheerfulness, recom- 88 MY FATHER DIES— LENTEN PARLIAMENT. mended him to the favour of every company ; and in the change of times and opinions, his Hberal spirit had long since deUvered him from the zeal and prejudice of a Tory education. I submitted to the order of Nature ; and my grief was soothed by the conscious satisfaction that I had discharged all the duties of filial piety. As sov^n as I had paid the last solemn duties to my father, and ob- tained, from time and reason, a tolerable composure of mind, I began to form the plan of an independent life, most adapted to my circum- stances and inclination. Yet so intricate was the net, my efforts were so awkward and feeble, that nearly two years (Nov. 1770 — Oct. 1772) were suffered to elapse before I could disentangle myself from the management of the farm, and transfer my residence from Beriton to a house in London. During this interval I continued to divide my year between town and the country ; but my new situation was brightened by hope ; my stay in London was prolonged into the summer ; and the uniformity of the summer was occasionally broken by visits and excursions at a distance from home. The gratification of my desires (they were not immoderate) has been seldom disappointed by the want of money or credit ; my pride was never insulted by the visit of an importunate tradesman ; and my transient anxiety for the past or future has been dispelled by the studious or social occupation of the present hour. My conscience does not accuse me of any act of ex- travagance or injustice, and the remnant of my estate affords an ample and honourable provision for my declining age. I shall not expatiate on my oeconomical affairs, which cannot be instructive or amusing to the reader. It is a rule of prudence, as well as of politeness, to reserve such confidence for the ear of a private friend, without exposing our situation to the envy or pity of strangers ; for envy is productive of hatred, and pity borders too nearly on contempt. Yet I may believe, and even assert„that in circumstances more indigent or more wealthy, I fjhould never have accomplished the task, or acquired the fame, of an historian ; that my spirit would have been broken by poverty and contempt, and that my industry might have been relaxed in the labour and luxury of a superfluous fortune. I had now attained the first of earthly blessings, independence : I was the absolute master of my hours and actions : nor was I deceived in the hope that the establishment of my library in town would allow me to divide the day between study and society. Each year the circle of my acquaintance, the number of my dead and living companions, was enlarged. To a lover of books, the shops and sales of London present irresistible temptations ; and the manufacture of my history required a various and growing stock of materials. The militia, my travels, the House of Commons, the fame of an author, contributed to multiply my connections : I was chosen a member of the fashionable clubs ; and, before I left England in 1783, there were few persons of any eminence in the literary or political world to whom I was a stranger.* It would most assuredly be in my power to amuse the • From the mixed, though polite, company of Boodle's, ^Vhite's, and Brooks's, I must honourably distinguish a weekly society, which was instituted in the year 1764, and which still continues to flourish, under the title of the Literary Club. (Hawkins's Life of Johnson, p. 415. Boswell's Tour to the Hebrides, p. 97.) The names of Dr. Johnson, Mr. Burke, Mr. Topham Beauclerc, Mr. Garrick, Dr. Goldsmith, Sir Joshua Reynolds. Mr. Colman, Sir AUTOBIOGRAPlilIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. Sq reader with a gallery of portraits and a collection of anecdotes. But I have always condemned the practice ot transforming a private me- morial into a vehicle of satire or praise. By my own choice I passed in town the greatest part of the year ; but whenever I was desirous of breathing the air of the country, I possessed an hospitable retreat at Sheffield-place in Sussex, in the family of my valuable friend Mr. Holroyd, whose character, under the name of Lord Sheffield, has since been more conspicuous to the public. No sooner was I settled in my house and library, than I undertook the composition of the first volume of my History. At the outset all was dark and doubtful ; even the title of the work, the true asra of the Decline and Fall of the Empire, the limits of the introduction, the division of the chapters, and the order of the narrative ; and I was often tempted to cast away the labour of seven years. The style of an author should be the image of his mind, but the choice and command of language is the fruit of exercise. Many experiments were made before I could hit the middle tone between a dull chronicle and a rhetorical declamation : three times did I compose the first chapter, and twice the second and third, before I was tolerably satisfied with their effect. In the remainder of the way I advanced with a more equal and easy pace ; but the fifteenth and sixteenth chapters have been reduced by three successive revisals, from a large volume to their present size ; and they might still be compressed, without any loss of facts or senti- ments. An opposite fault may be imputed to the concise and super- ficial narrative of the first reigns from Commodus to Alexander ; a fault of which I have never heard, except from Mr. Hume in his last journey to London. Such an oracle might have been consulted and obeyed with rational devotion ; but I was soon disgusted with the modest practice of reading the manuscript to my friends. Of such friends some will praise from politeness, and some will criticise from vanity. The author himself is the best judge of his own performance ; no one has so deeply meditated on the subject ; no one is so sincerely interested in the event. By the friendship of Mr. (now Lord) Eliot, who had married my first cousin, I was returned at the general election for the borough of Liskeard. I took my seat at the beginning of the memorable contest between Great Britain and America, and supported, with many a sincere and silent vote, the rights, though not, perhaps, the interest, of the mother country. After a fleeting illusive hope, prudence con- demned me to acquiesce in the humble station of a mute. I was not armed by Nature and education with the intrepid energy of mind and voice. Vincentem strepitus, et natum rebus agendis. Timidity was fortified by pride, and even the success of my pen dis- couraged the trial of my voice*. But 1 assisted at the debates of a William Jones, Dr. Percy, Mr. Fox, Mr. Sheridan, Mr. Adam Smith, Mr. Stcevens, Mr. Dunning, Sir loseph Banks, Dr. Warton, and his brother Mr. Thomas Warton, Dr. Burncy, &c., form a large and luminous constellation of British stars. • A French sketch of Mr. Gibbon's Life, written by himself, probably for the use of some foreign journalist or translator, contains no fact not mentioned in his English Life. He there describes himself with his usual candour. Depuis huit ans il a assiste' au.\ deliberations les 90 MY HISTORY OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE PUT TO PRESS. free assembly ; I listened to the attack and defence of eloquence and reason ; I had a near prospect of the characters, views, and passions of the first men of the age. The cause of government was ably vindi- cated by Lord North, a statesman of spotless integrity, a consummate master of debate, who could wield, with equal dexterity, the arras of reason and of ridicule. He was seated on the Treasury-bench between his Attorney and Solicitor General, the two pillars of the law and state, uiagis pares qitatn similes j and the minister might indulge in a short slumber, whilst he was upholden on either hand by the majestic sense of Thurlow, and the skilful eloquence of Wedderburne. From the adverse side of the house an ardent and powerful opposition was supported, by the lively declamation of Barre, the legal acuteness of Dunning, the profuse and philosophic fancy of Burke, and the argu- mentative vehemence of Fox, who in the conduct of a party approved himself equal to the conduct of an empire. By such men every operation of peace and war, every principle of justice or policy, every question of authority and freedom, was attacked and defended ; and the subject of the momentous contest was the union or separation of Great Britain and America. The eight sessions that I sat in parlia- ment were a school of civil prudence, the first and most essential virtue of an historian. The volume of my History, which had been somewhat delayed by the novelty and tumult of a first session, was now ready for the press. After the perilous adventure had been declined by my friend Mr. Elmsly, I agreed, upon easy terms, with Mr. Thomas Cadell, a respectable bookseller, and Mr. William Strahan, an eminent printer ; and they undertook the care and risk of the publication, which derived more credit from the name of the shop than from that of the author. The last revisal of the proofs was submitted to my vigilance ; and many blemishes of style, which had been invisible in the manuscript, were discovered and corrected in the printed sheet. So moderate were our hopes, that the original impression had been stinted to five hundred, till the number was doubled by the prophetic taste of Mr. Strahan. During this awful interval I was neither elated by the ambition of fame, nor depressed by the apprehension of contempt. My diligence and accuracy were attested by my own conscience. History is the most popular species of writing, since it can adapt itself to the highest or the lowest capacity, I had chosen an illustrious subject. Rome is familiar to the school-boy and the statesman ; and my narrative was deduced from the last period of classical reading. I had likewise flattered myself, that an age of light and liberty would receive, without scandal, an inquiry into the human causes of the progress and estab- lishment of Christianity. I am at a loss how to describe the success of the work, without betraying the vanity of the writer. The first impression was exhausted in a few days ; a second and third edition were scarcely adequate to plus importantes, mais il ne s'est jamais trouve le courage, ni Ic talent, de parlcr dans une asscmbloc publique. This sketch was written before the publication of his three last volumes, as in closing it he says of his History: Cette entreprise lui demande encore plusieurs annees d'une application soutenue ; mais quelqu'en soit le succ6s, il trouve dans cctte application nieme un plaisir toujours varid et toujours renaissant. S. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. QI the demand ; and the bookseller's property was twice invaded by the pirates of Dublin. I\Iy book was on every table, and almost on every toilette ; the historian was crowned by the taste or fashion of the day ; nor was the general voice disturbed by the barking of any p7-ofane critic. The favour of mankind is most freely bestowed on a new acquaintance of any original merit ; and the mutual surprise of the public and their favourite is productive of those warm sensibilities, which at a second meeting can no longer be rekindled. If I listened to the music of praise, I was more seriously satisfied with the appro- bation of my judges. The candour of Dr. Robertson embraced his disciple. A letter from Mr. Hume overpaid the labour of ten years, but 1 have never presumed to accept a place in the triumvirate of British historians. That curious and original letter will amuse the reader, and his gratitude should shield my free communication from the reproach of vanity. " Dear Sir, Edinburgh, i8th March 1776. "As I ran through your volume of history with great avidity and impatience, I cannot forbear discovering somewhat of the same impa- tience in returning you thanks lor your agreeable present, and express- ing the satisfaction which the performance has given me. Whether I consider the dignity of your style, the depth of your matter, or the cxtensiveness of your learning, I must regard the work as equally the object of esteem ; and I own that if I had not previously had the hap- piness of your personal acquaintance, such a performance from an Englishman in our age would have given me some surprise. You may smile at this sentiment ; but as it seems to me that your countrymen, for almost a whole generation, have given themselves up to barbarous and absurd faction, and have totally neglected all polite letters, I no longer expected any valuable production ever to come from them. I know it will give you pleasure (as it did me) to find that all the men of letters in this place concur in the admiration of your work, and in their anxious desire of your continuing it. " When I heard of your undertaking, (which was some time ago.) I own I was a little curious to see how you would extricate yourself from the subject of your two last chapters. I think you have observed a. very prudent temperament ; but it was impossible to treat the subject so as not to give grounds of suspicion against you, and you may expect that a clamour will arise. This, if anything, will retard your success with the public ; for in ever)^ other respect your work is calculated to be popular. But among many other marks of decline, the prevalence of superstition in England prognosticates the fall of philosophy and decay of taste; and though nobody be more capable than you to revive them, you will probably find a struggle in your first advances. '' I see you entertain a great doubt with regard to the authenticity of the poems of Ossian. You are certainly right in so doing. It is indeed strange that any men of sense could have imagined it possible, that above twenty thousand verses, along with numberless historical facts, could have been preserved by oral tradition during fifty genera- tions, by the rudest, perhaps, of all the European nations, the most necessitous, the most turbulent, and the most unsettled. Where a 92 VAPID MUME — / GO TO PARIS; SOCIETY TtiERE. supposition is so contrary to common sense, any positive evidence of it ought never to be regarded. Men run with great avidity to give tlieir evidence in favour of what flatters their passions and their national prejudices. You are therefore over and above indulgent to us in speak- ing of the matter with hesitation. " I must inform you that we all are very anxious to hear that you have fully collected the materials for your second volume, and that you are even considerably advanced in the composition of it. I speak this more in the name of my friends than in my own ; as I cannot expect to live so long as to see the publication of it. Your ensuing volume will be more delicate than the preceding, but I trust in your prudence for extricating }0u from the difficulties ; and, in all events, you have cou- rage to despise the clamour of bigots. I am, with great regard, Dear Sir, &c. David Hume." Some weeks afterwards I had the melancholy pleasure of seeing Mr. Hume in his passage through London ; his body feeble, his mind firm. On Aug. 25 of the same )'ear (1776) he died, at Edinburgh, the death of a philosopher. My second excursion to Paris was determined by the pressing invi- tation of M. and Madame Necker, who had visited England in the preceding summer. On my arrival I found M. Necker Director- general of the finances, in the first bloom of power and popularity. His private fortune enabled him to support a liberal establishment, and his wife, whose talents and virtues I had long admired, was admirably qualified to preside in the conversation of her table and drawing-room. As their friend, I was introduced to the best company of both sexes ; to the foreign ministers of all nations, and to the first names and cha- racters of France ; who distinguished me by such marks of civility and kindness, as gratitude will not suffer me to forget, and modesty will not allow me to enumerate. The fashionable suppers often broke into the morning hours ; yet I occasionally consulted the Royal Library, and that of the Abbey of St. Germain, and in the free use of their books at home I had always reason to praise the liberality of those institutions. The society of men of letters I neither courted nor declined ; but I was happy in the acquaintance of M. de Buftbn, who united with a sublime genius the most amiable simplicity of mind and manners. At the table of my old friend, M. de Foncemagne, I was involved in a dispute with the Abbe de Mably ; and his jealous irascible spirit revenged itself on a work which he was incapable of reading in the original. As I might be partial in my own cause, I shall transcribe the words of an unknown critic, observing only, that this dispute had been pre- ceded by another on the English constitution, at the house of the Countess de Froulay, an old Jansenist lady. " Vous etiez chez M. de Foncemagne, mon cher Theodon, le jour que M. I'Abbe de Mably et ]\L Gibbon y dincrent en grande compagnie. La conversation roula presque entierement sur I'histoire. L'Abbe etant un profond politiciue, la tourna sur I'administration, quand on fut au desert : et comme par caractere, par humeur, par I'habitude d'admirer Tite Live, il ne prise que le systeme republicain, il se mit a vanter rexcellence des republiques : bien persuade que le savant Anglois AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. 93 I'approuveroit en tout, et admireroit la profondeur de genie qui avoit fait deviner tous ces avantages a un Francois. Mais M. Gibbon, instruit par rcxpcrience des inconveniens d'un gouvernement popu- lairc, ne fut point du tout de son avis, ct il prit genereusement la defense du gouvernement monarchique. L'Abbe voulut le convaincre par Tite Live, et par quelques argumens tires de Plutarque en faveur des Spartiates. M. Gibbon, doue de la memoire la plus heureuse, et ayant tous les faits prescns a la pensee, domina bien-tot la conversa- tion ; I'Abbe se facha, il s'emporta, il dit des choses durcs ; I'Anglois, conservant le phlegme de son pays, prenoit ses avantages, et pressoit I'Abbe avec d'autant plus de succes que la colere le troubloit de plus en plus. La conversation s'echauffoit, et M. de Foncemagne la rompit en sc levant de table, et en passant dans le salon, ou personne ne fut tente de la renouer." — Siipploncnt de la Maiiierc d'ccrire VHistoire, p. 125, &c.* Nearly two years had elapsed between the publication of my first and the commencement of my second volume ; and the causes must be assigned of this long delay, i. After a short holiday, I indulged jiiy curiosity in some studies of a very different nature, a course of anatomy, which was demonstrated by Doctor Hunter ; and some lessons of chymistry, which were delivered by Mr. Higgins. The principles of these sciences, and a taste for books of natural history, contributed to multiply my ideas and images ; and the anatomist and chymist may sometimes track me in their own snow. 2. I dived, perhaps too deeply, into the mud of the Arian controversy ; and many days of reading, thinking, and writing were consumed in the pursuit of a phantom. 3. It is difficult to arrange, with order and perspicuity, the various transactions of the age of Constantine ; and so much was I displeased with the first essay, that I committed to the flames above fifty sheets. 4. The six months of Paris and pleasure must be deducted from the account. But when I resumed my task I felt my improve- ment ; I was now master of my stj'Ie and subject, and while the mea- sure of my daily performance was enlarged, I discovered less reason to cancel or correct. It has always been my practice to cast a long paragraph in a single mould, to try it by my ear, to deposit it in my memory, but to suspend the action of the pen till I had given the la?t polish to my work. Shall I add, that I never found my mind more vigorous, nor my composition more happy, than in the winter hurry oi society and parliament ? Had I believed that the majority of English readers were so fondly • Of the voluminous writings of the Abbe' de Mably, (see his Eloge by the Abbe Hrizard,) the Principes du ihvit public dc I' Europe, and the first part of the O/scn'. sur V Hist de France, m.iy be deservedly praised ; and even the jSIaniere d'ecrire l' Hist, contains several useful precepts and judicious remarks. Mably was a lover of virtue and freedom; but his virtue was austere, and his freedom was impatient of an equal. Kings, magistrates, nobles, and successful writers were the objects of his contempt, or hatred, or envy ; but his illiberal abuse of Voltaire, Hume, Buffon, the Abb6 Rcynal, Dr. Robertson, and tutti quaitti can be injurious only to himself. " Est il rien de plus fastidieux (.saj'S the polite Censor) qu'un IM. Gibbon ; qui dans son eter- nelle Histoire des Empereurs Remains, suspend a chaque instant son insipide et lente narra- tion, pour vous e.vpliquer la cause de faits que vous allez lire." (ManiCre d'ecrire I'Histoire, p. 184. See another passage, p. 2S0. ) Yet I am indebted to the Abbe de Mably for two such advocates as the anonymous French Critic and my friend Mf ilaylcy. (fiayley's \\'ui!cs, ivo Ed. Vol. ii. 261.} 94 THE CHAMPIONS OF THE CHURCH ASSAIL MY HISTORY. attached even to the name and shadow of Christianity ; had I foreseen that the pious, the timid, and the prudent, would feel, or affect to feel, with such exquisite sensibility; I might, perhaps, have softened the two invidious chapters, which would create many enemies, and con- ciliate few friends. But the shaft was shot, the alarm was sounded, and I could only rejoice, that if the voice of our priests was clamorous and bitter, their hands were disarmed from the powers of persecution. I adhered to the wise resolution of trusting myself and my writings to the candour of the public, till Mr. Davies of Oxford presumed to attack, not the faith, but the fidelity, of the historian. My Vindication, expres- sive of less anger than contempt, amused for a moment the busy and idle metropolis; and the most rational part of the laity, and even of the clergy, appear to have been satisfied of my innocence and accuracy. I would not print this Vindication in quarto, lest it should be bound and preserved with the history itself. At the distance of twelve years, I calmly affirm my judgment of Davies, Chelsum, &c. A victory over such antagonists was a sufficient humiliation. They, however, were rewarded in this world. Poor Chelsum was indeed neglected ; and I dare not boast the making Dr. Watson a bishop ; he is a prelate of a large mind and liberal spirit : but I enjoyed the pleasure of giving a Royal pension to Mr. Davies, and of collating Dr. Apthorpe to an archiepiscopal living, '^heir success encouraged the zeal of Taylor the Arian,* and Milner the Methodist,t with many others, whom it would be difficult to remember, and tedious to rehearse. The list of my adversaries, however, was graced with the more respectable names of Dr. Priestley, Sir David Dalrymple, and Dr. White ; and every polemic, of either university, discharged Jiis sermon or pamphlet against the impenetrable silence of the Roman historian. In his History of the Corruptions of Christianity, Dr. Priestley threw down his two gauntlets to Bishop Hurd and Mr. Gibbon. I declined the challenge in a letter, exhorting my opponent to enlighten the world by his philosophical dis- coveries, and to remember that the merit of his predecessor Servetus is now reduced to a single passage, which indicates the smaller circula- tion of the blood through the lungs, from and to the heart. J Instead of listening to this friendly advice, the dauntless philosopher of Bir- mingham continued to fire away his double battery against those who believed too little, and those who believed too much. From vij replies he has nothing to hope or fear : but his Socinian shield has repeatedly been pierced by the spear of Horsley, and his trumpet of sedition may at length awaken the magistrates of a free country. The profession and rank of Sir David Dalrymple (now a Lord of Session) has given a more decent colour to his style. But he scrutinized each separate passage of the two chapters with the dry minuteness of a special pleader ; and as he was always solicitous to make, he may * The stupendous title, Tho^ights on the Caitses of ike grand Apostacy, at first agitated my nerves, till I discovered that it was the apostacy of the whole church, since the Council of Nice, from INIr. Taylor's private religion. His book is a thorough mixture ol high enthusiasm and low buffoonery, and the Millennium is a fundamental article of his creed. + From his grammar-school at Kingston upon Hull, Mr. Joseph Milner pronounces an anathema against all rational religion. His faith is a divine taste, a spiritual inspiration ; hii church is a mystic and invisible body : the ^/ir'w;?!/ Christians, such as Mr. Locke, who believe and interpret the Scriptures, are, in his judgment, no better than profane infiidels. X Astruc de la Structure du Cccur, L VJ, 79. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. 95 have succeeded sometimes in finding, a flaw. In his Annals of Scot- land, he has shewn himself a diligent collector and an accurate critic. I have praised, and I still praise, the eloquent sermons which were preached in St. Mary's pulpit at Oxford by Dr. White. If he assaulted me with some degree of illiberal acrimony, in such a place, and before such an audience, he was obliged to speak the language of the country. I smiled at a passage in one of his private letters to Mr. Badcock ; " The part where we encounter Gibbon must be brilliant and striking." In a sermon preached before the university of Cambridge, Dr. Edwards complimented a worlc, " which can only perish with the language itself;" and esteems the author a formidable enemy. He is, indeed, astonished that more learning and ingenuity has not been shewn in the defence of Israel ; that the prelates and dignitaries of the church (alas, good man!) did not vie with each other, whose stone should sink the deepest in the forehead of this Goliah. " But the force of truth will oblige us to confess, that in the attacks which have been levelled against our sceptical historian, we can discover but slender traces of profound and exquisite erudition, of solid criticism and accurate investigation ; but we are too frequently disgusted by vague and inconclusive reasoning ; by unseasonable banter and sense- less witticisms ; by imbittered bigotry and enthusiastic jargon ; by futile cavils and illiberal invectives. Proud and elated by the weakness of his antagonists, he condescends not to handle the sword of contro- versy." — Monthly Review, Oct. 1790. Let me frankly own that I was startled at the first discharge of eccle- siastical ordnance ; but as soon as I found that this empty noise was mischievous only in the intention, my fear was converted into indigna- tion ; and every feeling of indignation or curiosity has long since sub- sided in pure and placid indifference. The prosecution of my history was soon afterwards checked by another controversy of a very different kind. At the request of the Lord Chancellor, and of Lord Weymouth, then Secretary of State, I vindicated, against the French manifesto, the justice of the British arms. The whole correspondence of Lord Stormont, our late ambas- sador at Paris, was submitted to my inspection, and the JMemoire Justijicatif, which I composed in French, was first approved by the Cabinet Ministers, and then delivered as a State paper to the courts of Europe. The style and manner are praised by Beaumarchais himself, who, in his private quarrel, attempted a reply ; but he flatters me, by ascribing the memoir to Lord Stormont ; and the grossness of his invective betrays the loss of temper and of wit ; he acknowledged, Oeuv. de Beaumarchais, iii. 299, 355, that le style ne seroit pas sans grace, ni la logiqiie sans jiistesse, &c. if the facts were true which he undertakes to disprove. For these facts my credit is not pledged ; I spoke as a lawyer from my brief, but the veracity of Beaumarchais may be estimated from the assertion that France, by the treaty of Paris (1763) was limited to a certain number of ships of war. On the appli- cation of the Duke of Choiseul, he was obliged to retract this daring falsehood. Among the honourable connections which I had formed, I may justly be proud of the friendship of I\Ir, Wedderburne, at that time Attorney- 96 I AM APFOmTED TO A SEAT AT THE BOARD OF TRADE, General, who now illustrates the title of Lord Loughborough, and the office of Chief Justice of the Common Pleas. By his strong recom- mendation, and the favourable disposition of Lord North, I was appointed one of the Lords Commissioners of Trade and Plantations ; and my private income was enlarged by a clear addition of between seven and eight hundred pounds a-year. The fancy of an hostile orator may paint, in the strong colours of ridicule, " the perpetual virtual adjournment, and the unbroken sitting vacation of the Board of Trade."* But it must be allowed that our duty was not intolerably severe, and that I enjoyed many claj's and weeks of repose, without being called away from my library to the office. My acceptance of a place provoked some of the leaders of opposition, with whom I had lived in habits of intimacy ; and I was most unjustly accused of deserting a party, in which I had never enlisted.f The aspect of the next session of parliament was stormy and perilous ; county meetings, petitions, and committees of correspondence, an- nounced the public discontent ; and instead of voting with a trium- phant majority, the friends of government were often exposed to a struggle, and sometimes to a defeat. The House of Commons adopted Mr. Dunning's motion, " That the influence of the Crown had in- creased, was increasing, and ought to be diminished :"and Mr. Burke's bill of reform was framed with skill, introduced with eloquence, and supported by numbers. Our late president, the American Secretary of State, very narrowly escaped the sentence of proscription ; but the unfortunate Board of Trade was abolished in the committee by a small * I can never forget the delight with which that diffusive and ingenious orator, Mr. Burke, was heard by all sides of the house, and even by those whose existence he proscribed. (Speech on the Bill of Reform, p. 72 — So.) The Lords of Trade blushed at their insignificancy, and Mr. Eden's appeal to the 2,500 volumes of our Reports, served only to e.xcite a general laugh. I take this opportunity of certifying the correctness of Mr, Burke's printed speeches, which I have heard and read. + From Edward Gibdon, esq. to — — ^— esq. Dear Sir, ... . 2nd J"'y i779' Yesterday I received a very interesting communication from my friend, whose kind and honourable behaviour towards me I must always remember with the highest gratitude. He informed me that, in consequence of an arrangement, a place at the Board of Trade was reserved for me, and that as soon as I signified my acceptance of it, he was satisfied no farther difficulties would arise. My answer to him was sincere and explicit. I told him that I was far from approving all the past measures of the administration, even some of those in which I myself had silently concurred ; that I saw, with the rest of the world, many capital defects in the characters of some of the present ministers, and was sorry that in so alarming a situation of public affairs, the country had not the assistance of several able and honest men who are now in opposition. But that I had not formed with any of those persons in opposition any engagementsor connections which could in the least restrain oraffect my parliamentary conduct: that I could not discover among them such superior advantages, either of measures or of abilities, as could make me consider it as a duty to attach myself to their cause ; and that I clearly understood, from the public and private language of , one of their leaders, that in the actual state of the country, he himself was seriously of opinion that opposition could not tend to any good purpose, and might be productive of much mischief; that, for those reasons, I saw no objections which could prevent me from accepting an office under the present govern- ment, and that I was ready to take a step which I found to be consistent both with my interest and my honour. It must now be decided, whether I may continue to live in England, or whether I must soon withdraw myself into a kind of philosophical exile in Switzerland. My father left his affairs in a state of embarrassment, and even of distress. My attempts to dispose of a part of my landed property have hitherto been disappointed, and are not likely at present to be more successful ; and my plan of expence, though moderate in itself, deserves the name of extrava- gance, since it exceeds my real income. The addition of the salary which is now offered will m.ike my situation perfectly easy ; but I hope you will do me the justice to believe that my mind could n 't be so, unless I were satisfied of the rectitude of my own conduct. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. 9/ majority (207 to 199) of eight votes. The storm, however, blew over for a time ; a large defection of country gentlemen eluded the sanguine hopes of the patriots : the Lords of Trade were revived ; administra- tion recovered their strength and spirit ; and the flames of London, which were kindled by a mischievous madman, admonished all think- ing men of the danger of an appeal to the people. In the premature dissolution which followed this session of parliament I lost my scat. Mr. Elliot was now deeply engaged in the measures of opposition, and the electors of Lcskcard* are commonly of the same opinion as Mr. Elliot. In this interval of my senatorial life, I published the second and third volumes of the Decline and Fall. My eccesiastical history still breathed the same spirit of freedom ; but protestant zeal is more in- different to the characters and controversies of the fourth and fifth centuries. My obstinate silence had damped the ardour of the polemics. Dr. Watson, the most candid of my adversaries, assured me that he had no thoughts of renewing the attack, and my impartial balance of the virtues and vices of Julian was generally praised. This truce was interrupted only by some animadversions of the Catholics of Italy, and by some angry letters from Mr. Travis, who made me personally responsible for condemning, with the best critics, the spurious text of the three heavenly witnesses. The piety or prudence of my Italian translator has provided an anti- dote against the poison of his original. The 5th and 7th volumes are armed with five letters from an anonymous divine to his friends. Foot- head and Kirk, two English students at Rome : and this meritorious service is commended by Monsignor Stonor, a prelate of the same nation, who discovers much venom in the fluid and nervous style of Oibbon. The critical essay at the end of the third volume was fur- nished by the Abbate Nicola Spedalieri, whose zeal has gradually swelled to a more solid confutation in two quarto volumes. — Shall I be excused for not having read them ? The brutal insolence of Mr. Travis's challenge can only be excused by the absence of learning, judgment, and humanity ; and to that ex- cuse he has the fairest or foulest pretension. Compared with Arch- deacon Travis, Chelsum and Davies assume the title of respectable enemies. The bigoted advocate of popes and monks may be turned over even to the bigots of Oxford ; and the wretched Travis still smarts under the lash of the merciless Porson. I consider Mr. Porson's answer to Archdeacon Travis as the most acute and accurate piece of criticism which has appeared since the days of Bentley. His strictures are founded in argument, enriched with learning, and enlivened with wit ; and his adversary neither deserves nor finds any C|uarter at his hands. The evidence of the three heavenly witnesses would now be rejected in any court of justice : but prejudice is blind, authority is deaf, and our vulgar bibles will ever be polluted by this spurious text, '■'• scdct atcj-niiiuqitc scdcbit" The more learned ecclesiastics \\\\\ indeed have the secret satisfaction of reprobating in the closet what they read in the church. • The bovou£h which Mr. Gibbon had represented in Parliament. 98 CRITICISM OF BISHOP NEWTON ON MY WORK. I perceived, and without surprise, the coldness and even prejudice of the town ; nor could a whisper escape my ear, that, in the judgment of many readers, my continuation was much inferior to the original attempts. An author who cannot ascend will always appear to sink : envy was now prepared for my reception, and the zeal of my religious, was fortified by the motive of my political, enemies. Bishop Newton, in writing his own life, was at full liberty to declare how much he himself and two eminent brethren were disgusted by Mr. G.'s prolixity, tediousness, and affectation. But the old man should not have indulged his zeal in a false and feeble charge against the historian,* who had faithfully and even cautiously rendered Dr. Burnet's meaning by the alternative of sleep or repose. That philosophic divine sup- poses, that, in the period between death and the resurrection, human souls exist without a body, endowed with internal consciousness, but destitute of all active or passive connection with the external world, '■ Secundum communem dictionem sacr^e scriptures, mors dicitur somnus, et morientes dicuntur abdonnire, quod innuere mihi videtur statum mortis esse statum quietis, silentii, et at^jarsiaq." {De Statu Hlortuoi-iim, ch. v. p. 98.) * Extract from Mr. Gibbon'^ Coinmo7i Place Book. Thomas Newton, Bishop of Bristol and Dean of St. Paul's, was born at Litchfield On Dec. 21 1703, O. S. (ist Jan. 1704, N. S.), and died Feb. 14 1782, in the 79th year of his age. A few days before his death he finished the memoirs of his own life, which have been pre- fixed to an edition of his posthumous works, first published in quarto, and since (1787) re-pub- lished in six volumes octavo. P. 173, 174. Some books were published in 1781, which employed some of the Bishop's leisure hours, and during his illness. Mr. Gibbon's History of the Decline and Pall 0/ tlie Poman EinJ>ire he read throughout, but it by no means answered his expectation ; for he found it rather a prolix and tedious performance, his matter uninteresting, and his style affected ; his testimonies not to be depended upon, and his frequent scoffs at religion offensive to every sober mind. He had before been convicted of making false quotations, which should have taught him more prudence and caution. But, without examining his authorities, there is one which must necessarily strike every man who has read Dr. Burnet's Treatise tie Statu, Mortuoruin. In vol. iii. p. 99, Mr. G. has the following note : — " Burnet (de S. M. p. 56—84) collects the opinions of the Fathers, as far as they assert the sleep or repose of human souls till the day of judgment. He afterwards exposes (p. 91) the inconveniences which must arise if they possessed a more active and sensible e.xistence. Who would not from hence infer that Dr. B. was an advocate for the sleep or insensible existence of the soul after death ? whereas his doctrine is directly the contrary. He has employed some chapters in treating of the state of human souls in the interval between death and the resurrection ; and after various proofs from reason, from scripture, and the Fathers, his conclusions are, that human souls exist after their separation from the body, that they are in a good or evil state according to their good or ill behaviour, but that neither their happiness nor their misery will be complete or perfect before the day of judgment. His argumentation is thus summed up at the end of the 4th chapter — Ex quilnis constat prima, aninzas snperesse extincto corpore; secundo, honas bene, vzalas jiialc se liahitiiras ; iertio, ncc illis snintnam felicitatein, nee bis sntnmavi miseriam, accessiiravi esse ante diem jiidicii." (The Bishop's reading the whole was a greater compliment to the work than was paid to it by two of the most eminent of his brethren for their learning and station. The one entered upon it, but was soon wearied, and laid it aside in disgust : the other returned it upon the bookseller's hands ; and it is said that INIr. G. himself happened unluckily to be in the shop at the same time.) Does the Bishop comply with his own precept in the next page ? (p. 175.) " Old age should lenify, should soften men's manners, and make them more mild and gentle ; but often has the contrary effect, hardens their hearts, and makes them more sour and crabbed." — He is speaking of Dr. Johnson. Have I ever insinuated that preferment-hunting is the great occupation of an ecclesiastic.1l life? (Memoirs passim); that a minister's influence and a bishop's patronage are sometimes pledged eleven deep? (p. iji ;) that a prebendary considers the audit week as the better part of the year ? (p. 127 ;) or that the most eminent of priests, the pope himself, would change their religion, if any thing better could be oflered them? (p. 36)- Such things are more than insinuated in the Bishop's Life, which afforded some scandal to the church, aad some diversion to the profane laity. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. 99 I was however encouraged by some domestic and foreign testimonies of applause ; and the second and third vohmies insensibly rose in sale and reputation to a level with the first. But the public is seldom wrong ; and I am inclined to believe that, especially in the beginning, they are more prolix and less entertaining than the first : my efforts had not been relaxed by success, and I had rather deviated into the opposite fault of minute and superfluous diligence. On the Continent, my name and writings were slowly diffused ; a French translation of the first volume had disappointed the booksellers of Paris ; and a passage in the third was construed as a personal reflection on the reigning monarch.* Before I could apply for a seat at the general election the list was already full ; but Lord North's promise was sincere, his recommenda- tion was effectual, and I was soon chosen on a vacancy for the borough of Lymington,. in Hampshire. In the first session of the new par- liament, administration stood their ground ; their final overthrow was reser\ed for the second. The American war had once been the fa\-ourite of the countr>' : the pride of England was irritated by the resistance of her colonies, and the executive power was driven by national clamour into the most vigorous and coercive measures. But the length of a fruitless contest, the loss of armies, the accumulation of debt and taxes, and the hostile confederacy of France, Spain, and Holland, indisposed the public to the American war, and the persons by whom it was conducted ; the representatives of the people, followed, at a slow distance, the changes of their opinion ; and the ministers who refused to bend, were broken by the tempest. As soon as Lord North had lost, or was about to lose, a majority in the House of Commons, he surrendered his office, and retired to a private station, with the tranquil assurance of a clear conscience and a cheerful temper : the old fabric was dissolved, and the posts of government were occupied by the victorious and veteran troops of opposition. The lords of trade were not immediately dismissed, but the board itself was abolished by Mr. Burke's bs'U, which decency had compelled the patriots to revive ; and I was stripped of a convenient salary, after having enjoyed it about three years. So flexible is the title of my History, that the final aera might be fixed at my own choice ; and I long hesitated whether I should be content with the three volumes, the fall of the Western empire, which fulfilled my first engagement with the public. In this interval of sus- pense, nearly a twelvemonth, I returned by a natural impulse to the Greek authors of antiquity; I read with new pleasure the Iliad and the Odyssey, the Histories of Herodotus, Thucydides, and Xenophon, a large portion of the tragic and comic theatre of Athens, and many interesting dialogues of the Socratic school. Yet in the luxury of freedom I began to wish for the daily task, the active pursuit, which * It may not be generally known that Louis XVI. is a great reader, and a reader of Englisli books. On perusing a passage of my History which seems to compare him to Arcadius or Honorius, he expressed his resentment to the Prince of H * * *, from whom tlie intelhgcnce was conveyed to me. I shall neither disclaim the allusion, nor examine the likeness ; but the situation of the late King of France excludes all suspicion of flattery ; and I am ready to declare that the concluding observations of my third volume were written before bis accession to the throne. 100 MV YEAJiiVJNGS FOR THE PEACE OF LAUSANNE. gave a value to every book, and an object to every inquiry ; the preface of a new edition announced my design, and I dropped without reluc- tance from the age of Plato to that of Justinian. The original texts of Procopius and Agathias supplied the events and even the characters of his reign : but a laborious winter was devoted to the Codes, the Pandects, and the niodern interpreters, before I presumed to form an abstract of the civil law. My skill was improved by practice, my diligence perhaps was quickened by the loss of office ; and, excepting the last chapter, I had finished the fourth volume before I sought a retreat on the banks of the Leman Lake. It is not the purpose of this narrative to expatiate on the public or secret history of the times : the schism which followed the death of the Marquis of Rockingham, the appointment of the Earl of Shelburne, the resignation of Mr. Fox, and his famous coalition with Lord North. But I may assert, with some degree of assurance, that in their political conflict those great antagonists had never felt any personal animosity to each other, that their reconciliation was easy and sincere, and that their friendship has never been clouded by the shadow of suspicion or jealousy. The most violent or venal of their respective followers embraced this fair occasion of revolt, but their alliance still commanded a majority in the House of Commons ; the peace was censured. Lord Shelburne resigned, and the two friends knelt on the same cushion to take the oath of secretary of state. From a principle of gratitude I adhered to the coalition : my vote was counted in the day of battle, but I was overlooked in the division of the spoil. There were many claimants more deserving and importunate than myself : the board of trade could not be restored ; and, while the list of places was curtailed, the number of candidates was doubled. An easy dismission to a secure seat at the board of customs or excise was promised on the first vacancy : but the chance was distant and doubtful ; nor could I solicit with much ardour an ignoble servitude, which would have robbed me of the most valuable of my studious hours : at the same time the tumult of London, and the attendance on parliament, were grown more irksome ; and, without some additional income, I could not long or prudently maintain the style of expence to which I was accustomed. From my early acquaintance with Lausanne I had always cherished a secret wish, that the school of my youth might become the retreat of my declining age. A moderate fortune would secure the blessings of ease, leisure, and independence : the country, the people, the manners, the language, were congenial to my taste ; and I might indulge the hope of passing some years in the domestic society of a friend. After travelling with several English,* Mr. Deyverdun was now settled at home, in a pleasant habitation, the gift of his deceased aunt : we had long been separated, we had long been silent ; yet in my first letter I exposed, with the most perfect confidence, my situation, my senti- ments, and my designs. His immediate answer was a warm and joyful acceptance : the picture of our future life provoked my impatience ; and the terms of arrangement were short and simple, as he possessed the property, and I undertook the expence of our common house. • Sir Richard Worslcy, Lord Chesterfield, Eroderick Lord Midleton, and Mr. Hume, brother to Sir Abraham. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS 0I< EDWARD GIB BOX. 101 Before I could break my English chain, it was incumbent on me to struggle with the feelings of m)- heart, the indolence of my temper, and the opinion of the world, which unanimously condemned this voluntary banishment. In the disposal of my effects, the library, a sacred deposit, was alone excepted : as my post-chaise moved ovef Westminster-bridge I bid a long farewell to the " fumum et opes strepitumq ; Roma;." My journey by the direct road through France was not attended with any accident, and I arrived at Lausanne nearly twenty years after my second departure. Within less than three months the coalition struck on some hidden rocks : had I remained on board, 1 should have perished in the general shipwreck. Since my establishment at Lausanne, more than seven years have elapsed; and if every day has not been equally soft and serene, not a day, not a moment, has occurred in which \ have repented of my choice. During my absence, a long portion of human life, many changes had happened : my elder acquaintance had left the stage ; virgins were ripened into matrons, and children were grown to the age of manhood. But the same manners were transmitted from one generation to another : my friend alone was an inestimable treasure; my name was not totally forgotten, and all were ambitious to welcome the arrival of a stranger and the return of a fellow-citizen. The first winter was given to a general embrace, without any nice discrimination of persons and characters. After a more regular settlement, a more accurate survey, I discovered three solid and permanent benefits of my new situation. I. My personal freedom had been somewhat im- paired by the House of Commons and the Board of Trade; but I was now delivered from the chain of duty and dependence, from the hopes and fears of political adventure : my sober mind was no longer intoxi- cated by the fumes of party, and I rejoiced in my escape, as often as I read of the midnight debates which preceded the dissolution of parlia- ment. 2. My English ceconomy had been that of a solitary bachelor, who might afford some occasional dinners. In Switzerland I enjoyed at every meal, at every hour, the fi^ee and pleasant conversation of the friend of my youth ; and my daily table was always provided for the reception of one or two extraordinary guests. Our importance in society is less a positive than a relative weight : in London I was lost in the crowd; I I'anked with the first families of Lausanne, and my style of prudent expence enabled me to maintain a fair balance of reciprocal civilities. 3. Instead of a small house between a street and a stable-yard, I began to occupy a spacious and convenient man- sion, connected on the north side with the city, and open on the south to a beautiful and boundless horizon. A garden of four acres had been laid out by the taste of Mr. Deyverdun : from the garden a rich scenery of meadows and vineyards descends to the Leman Lake, and the prospect far beyond the Lake is crowned by the stupendous mountains of Savoy. My books and my acquaintance had been first united in London ; but this happy position of my library in town and country was finally reserved for Lausanne. Possessed of every comfort in this triple alliance, I could not be tempted to change my habitation with the changes of the seasons. My friends had been kindly apprehensive that I should not be able H 1 02 THE A TTRA CTIONS OF MY HOME AT LA US ANNE. to exist in a Swiss town at the foot of the Alps, after having so long conversed with the first men of the first cities of the world. Such loftj connections may attract the curious, and gratify the vain ; but I am too modest, or too proud, to rate my own value by that of my associates ; and whatsoever may be the fame of learning or genius, experience has shown me that the cheaper qualifications of politeness and good sense are of more useful currency in the commerce of life. By many, conversation is esteemed as a theatre or a school : but, after the morning has been occupied by the labours of the library, I wish to unbend rather than to exercise my mind ; and in the interval between tea and supper I am far from disdaining the innocent amuse- ment of a game at cards. Lausanne is peopled by a numerous gentry, whose companionable idleness is seldom disturbed by the pursuits of avarice or ambition : the women, though confined to a domestic education, are endowed for the most part with more taste and knowledge than their husbands and brothers : but the decent freedom of both sexes is equally remote from the extremes of simplicity and refinement. I shall add as a misfortune rather than a merit, that the situation and beauty of the Pays de Vaud, the long habits of the English, the medical reputation of Dr. Tissot, and the fashion of view- ing the mountains and Glaciers, have opened us on all sides to the incursions of foreigners. The visits of Mr. and Madame Necker, of Prince Henry of Prussia, and of Mr. Fox, may form some pleasing exceptions ; but, in general, Lausanne has appeared most agreeable in my eyes, when we have been abandoned to our own society. I had frequently seen Mr. Necker, in the summer of 1784, at a country house near Lausanne, where he composed his Treatise on the Administration of the Finances. I have since, in October 1790, visited him in his present residence, the castle and barony of Copet, near Geneva. Of the merits and measures of that statesman various opinions may be entertained ; but all impartial men must agree in their esteem of his integrity and patriotism. In August 1784, Prince Henry of Prussia, in his way to Paris, passed three days at Lausanne. His military conduct has been praised by professional men ; his character has been vihfiedby the wit andmahce of a dsemon (Mem. Secret de la Cour de Berhn) ; but I was flattered by his affability, and entertained by his conversation. In his tour of Switzerland (Sept. 1788) Mr. Fox gave me two days of free and private society. He seemed to feel, and even to envy, the happiness of my situation ; while I admired tlie powers of a supe- rior man, as they are blended in his attractive character with the softness and simplicity of a child. Perhaps no human being was ever more perfectly exempt from the taint of malevolence, vanity, or falsehood My transmigration from London to Lausanne could not be effected without interrupting the course of my historical labours. The hurry of my departure, the joy of my arrival, the delay of my tools, suspended their progress; and a full twelvemonth was lost before I could resume tlie thread of regular and daily industry. A number of books most requisite and least common had been previously selected ; the academical library of Lausanne, which I could use as my own, con- AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIB BOY. 103 tained at least the fathers and councils ; and I have derived some occasional succour from the public collections of Berne and Geneva. The fourth volume was soon terminated, by an abstract of the contro- versies of the Incarnation, which the learned Dr. Prideaux was appre- hensive of exposing to profane eyes. It had been the original design of the learned Dean Prideaux to write the history of the ruin oi the Eastern Church. In this work it would have been necessary, not only to unravel all those controversies which the Christians made about the hypostatical union, but also to unfold all the niceties and subtle notions which each sect entertained concerning it. The pious historian was apprehensive of exposing that incomprehensible mystery to the cavils and objections of unbelievers : and he durst not, " seeing the nature of this book, venture it abroad in so wanton and lewd an age" (Preface to the Life of Mahomet, p. 10). In the fifth and sixth volumes the revolutions of the empire and the world are most rapid, various, and instructive ; and the Greek or Roman historians are checked by the hostile narratives of the barbarians of the East and the West.* It was not till after many designs, and many trials, that I preferred, as I still prefer, the method of grouping my picture by nations ; and the seeming neglect of chronological order is surely compensated by the superior merits of interest and perspicuity. The style of the first volume is, in my opinion, somewhat crude and elaborate ; in the second and third it is ripened into ease, correctness, and numbers ; but in the three last I may have been seduced by the facility of my pen, and the constant habit of speaking one language and writing another may have infused some mixture of Gallic idioms. Happily for my ejes, I have always closed my studies with the day, and commonly with tht morning; and a long, but temperate, labour has been accomplished, without fatiguing either the mind or body; but when I computed the remainder of my time and my task, it was apparent that, according to the season of publication, the delay of a month would be productive of that of a year. I was now straining for the goal, and in the last winter many evenings were borrowed from the social pleasures of Lausanne. I could now wish that a pause, an interval, had been allowed for a serious revisal. I have presumed to mark the moment of conception : I shall now commemorate the hour of my final deliverance. It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June, 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer- house in my garden. After laying down my pen, 1 took several turns in a bercean, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emo- tions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establish- ment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober * I have followed the judicious precept of the Abbe de Mably, (Manifre d'ecrire I'Hist., p. no,) who advises the historian not to dwell too minutely on the decay of the eastern empire; but to consider the barbarian conquerors as a more worthy subject of his narrative. " fas est et ab hoste doceri." 1 04 THE REPUTA TION OF MY FRIEND MR. HOLRO YD. melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting^ leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that what- soever might be the future date of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious. I will add two facts, which have seldom occurred in the composition of six, or at least of five quartos. I. My first rough manuscript, without any intermediate copy, has been sent to the press. 2. Not a sheet has been seen by any human eyes, excepting those of the author and the printer : the faults and the merits are exclusively my own.* I cannot help recollecting a much more extraordinary fact, which is affinned of himself by Retif de la Bretorme, a voluminous and original writer of French novels. He laboured, and may still labour, in the humble office of corrector to a printing-house ; but this office enabled him to transport an entire volume from his mind to the press ; and his work was given to the public without ever having been written with a pen. After a quiet residence of four years, during which I had never moved ten miles from Lausanne, it was not without some reluctance and terror, that I undertook, in a journey of two hundred leagues, to cross the mountains and the sea. Yet this formidable adventure was achieved without danger or fatigue ; and at the end of a fort- night I found myself in Lord Sheffield's house and library, safe, happy, and at home. The character of my friend (Mr. Llolroyd) had recommended him to a seat in parliament for Coventry, the com- mand of a regiment of light dragoons, and an Irish peerage. The sense and spirit of his political writings have decided the public opinion on the great c|ucstions of our commercial interest with America and Ireland.f The sale of his Observations on the American States was diffusive, their effect beneficial ; the Navigation Act, the palladium of Britain, was defended, and perhaps saved, by his pen ; and he proves, by the weight of fact and argument, that the mother-country may survive and flourish after the loss of America. My friend has never cultivated the arts of composition ; but his materials are copious and correct, and he leaves on his paper the clear impression of an active and vigorous mind. His " Observations on the Trade, Manufactures, and present State of Ireland," were intended to guide the industry, to correct the prejudices, and to assuage the passions of a country which seemed to forget that she could be free and prosperous only by a friendly connection with Great Britain. The concluding observations are written with so much ease and spirit, that they may be read by those who are the least interested in the subject. He fell (in 1784) with the unpopular coalition; but his merit has been acknowledged at the last general election, 1790, by the honourable * Extract from Mr. Gibbon'j Common-place Book. The IVth Volume of the History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, begun March I St, 1782 — ended June 1784. Tl;e Vth Volume, begun July 1784 — ended May ist, 17S6. Ihe Vlth Volume, begun May iSth, 17S6— ended June 27th, 1787. 'I'hese three volumes were sent to press August isth, 1787, and the whole impression was concluded April following. \Tlie edition— six t'olnmcs quarto — is referred to.^ A Observations on the Commerce of the American States, by John Lord Sheffield, 6th ed., Lond., 1784, in 8vo. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBO.V. I05 invitation and free clioice of tlic city of Bristol. During tlie wlmle time of my residence in England I was entertained at Sheftield-ri.;ce and in Downing-Strcet by his hospitable kindness ; and the most pleasant period was that which I passed in the domestic society of the family. In the larger circle of the metropolis I observed the country and the inhabitants with the knowledge, and without the prejudices, of an Englishman ; but I rejoiced in the apparent increase of wealth and prosperity, which might be fairly divided between the spirit of the nation and the wisdom of the minister. All party-resentment was now lost in oblivion : since I was no man's rival, no man was my enemy. I felt the dignity of independence, and as I asked no more. I was satisfied with the general civilities of the world. The house in London which I frequented with most pleasure and assiduity was that of Lord North. After the loss of power and of sight, he was still happy in himself and his friends ; and my public tribute of gratitude and esteem could no longer be suspected of any interested motive. Before my departure from England, I was present at the august spec- tacle of Mr. Hastings's trial in Westminster Hall. It is not my province to absolve or condemn the Governor of India ; but Mr. Sheridan's eloquence demanded my applause ; nor could I hear with- out emotion the personal compliment which he paid me in the presence of the British nation.* From this display of genius, which blazed four successive days, I shall stoop to a very mechanical circumstance. As I was waiting in tlie managers' box, I had the curiosity to inquire of the short-hand writer, how many words a ready and rapid orator might pronounce in an hour ? From 7000 to 7500 was his answer. The medium of 7200 will afford 120 words in a minute, and two words in each second. But this computation will only apply to the English language. As the publication of my three last volumes was the principal object, so it was the first care of my English journey. The previous arrange- ments with the bookseller and the printer were settled in my passage through London, and the proofs, which I returned more correct, were transmitted every post from the press to Sheffield-Place. The length of the operation, and the leisure of the country, allowed some time to review my manuscript. Several rare and useful books, the Assises de Jerusalem, Ramusius de Bello C. P"'", the Greek Acts of the Synod of Florence, the Statuta Urbis Romas, &c. were procured, and introduced in their proper places the supplements which they aftbrded. The impression of the fourth volume had consumed three months Our common interest required that we should move with a quicker pace ; and Mr. Strahan fulfilled his engagement, which few printers could sustain, of delivering every week three thousand copies of nine sheets. The day of publication was, however, delayed, that it might coincide with tlie fifty-first anniversaiy of my own birthday ; the double festival was celebrated by a cheerful literary dinner at Mr. Cadell's house ; and I seemed to blush while they read an elegant com- * He sakl the facts that made up the volume of narrative were unparalleled in atrocioiisness, and tliat nothing equal in criminality was tii he traced, either in ancient or modt;rn history, in the correct periods of Tacitus, or the luminous page of Gibbon. — Morning Chroiiide, Juiu 14, 17S8. I06 FERSES BY HA YLEY ON COMPLETION- OF MY WORKS. plimeiii from Mr. Hayley,* whose poetical talents had more than once beon employed in the praise of his friend. Before Mr. Hayley inscribed with my name his epistles on history, I was not acquainted with that amiable man and elegant poet. He afterwards thanked me in verse for my second and third volumes ;t and in the summer of 178T, the Roman Eagle J (a proud title) accepted the invitation of the English * OCCASIONAL STANZAS, hy Mr. Hayley, read aftey the Dinner at Mr. CadellV, May 8, 17S8 ; being the Day of the Publication of the three last VohtmesofWx. Gibbon'j History, and his Birtliday. Genii of England and of Rome ! In mutual triumph here assume The honours each may claim ! This social scene with sn.iles survey ! And consecrate the festive day To Friendship and to Fame ! Enough, by Desolation's tide, With anguish, and indignant pride, Has Rome bewail'd her fate ; And mourn'd that Time, in Havoc's hour, Defac'd each monument, of power To speak her truly great. O'er maim'd Polybius, just and sage, O'er Livy's mutilated page. How deep was her regret ! Touch'd by this Queen, in ruin grand. See ! Glory, by an English hand, Now pays a mighty debt : Lo ! sacred to the Roman Name, And rais'd, like Rome's immortal Fame, By Genius and by Toil, The splendid Work is crown'd to-day. On which Oblivion ne'er shall prey. Nor Envy make her spoil ! England, e.xult ! and view not now. With jealous eye each nation's brri'.v, Where Hist'ry's palm has spread ! In every path of liberal art, Thy Sons to prime distinction start. And no superior dread. Science for Thee a Newton rais'd ; For thy renown a -Shakespeare blaz'J, Lord of the drama's sphere ! In different fields to equal praise See History now thy GIBBON raise To shine without a peer ! Eager to honour living worth. And bless to-day the double birfh. That proudest joy may claim. Let artless Truth this homage pay. And consecrate the festive day To Friendship and to Fame ! t SONNET to EDWARD GIBBON, esq. O71 the Pnblication of his Second attd Tliird Volnincs, ij8l. WITH proud delight th' imperial founder gaz'd On the new beauty of his second Rome, When on his eager eye rich temples blaz'd. And his fair city rose in youthful bloom ; A pride more noble may thy heart assume, O Gibbon ! gazing on thy growing work. In which, constructed for a happier doom. No hasty marks of vain ambition lurk : Thou may'st deride both Time's destructive sway. And baser En-vy's beauty-mangling dirk ; Thy gorgeous fabric, plann'd with wise delay. Shall baflle foes more savage than the Turk ; As ages multiply, its fame shall rise. And earth must perish ere its splendour dies. Hayley's Works, Svo. ed. i. 162. X A Card 0/ Invitation to Mr. GIBBON, at Brighthelmstonc, 1781. AN English sparrow, pert and free, Who chirps beneath his native tree. Hearing the Roman eagle's near, And feeling more respect than fear, Thus, witjr united love and awe. Invites him to his shed of straw. Tho' he is but a twittering sparrow, The field he hops in rather narrow. When nobler plumes attract his view, He ever pays them homage due. He looks with reverential wonder On him whose talons bear the thunder; Nor could the Jackdaws e'er inveigle His voice to vilify the eagle, Tho' issuing from the holy tow'rs. In which they build their warmest bow'rs. Their sovereign's haunt they slyly search, In hopes to catch him on his perch, (For Pindar says, beside his God The thunder-bearing bird will nod,) Then, peeping round his still retreat. They pick from underneath his feet Some moulted feather he lets fall. And swear he cannot fly at all. Lord of the sky ! whose pounce can tear These croakers, that infest the air. Trust him ! the sparrow loves to sing The praise of thy imperial wing ! He thinks thoul't deem him, on his word, An honest, though familial bird : And hopes thou soon wilt condescend To look upon thy little friend ; That he may boast around his grove A visit from the bird of Jove. Havlev'.s- Works, i. 189. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIEBOiV. lOf Sparrow, who chirped in the groves of Eartham, near Chichester. As most of the former purchasers were naturally desirous of completing their sets, the sale of the quarto edition was quick and easy ; and an octavo size was printed, to satisfy at a cheaper rate the public demand. The conclusion of my work was generally read, and variously judged. Tlie style has been exposed to much academical criticism ; a religious clamour was revived, and the reproach of indecency has been loudly echoed by the rigid censors of morals. I never could understand the clamour that has been raised against the indecency of my three last volumes, i. An equal degree of freedom in the former part, especially in the fust volume, had passed without reproach. 2. I am justified in painting the manners of the times ; the vices of Theodora form an essential feature in the reign and character of Justinian. 3. My English text is chaste, and all licentious passages are left in the obscurity of a learned language. Le Latin dans ses mots brave r/iou- itetcte, says the correct Boileau, in a country and idiom more scrupu- lous than our own. Yet, upon the whole, the History of the Decline and P^all seems to have struck root, both at home and abroad, and may, perhaps, a hundred years hence still continue to be abused. I am less flattered by Mr. Person's high encomium on the style and spirit of my history, than I am satisfied with his honourable testimony to my attention, diligence, and accuracy ; those humble virtues, which religious zeal had most audaciously denied. The sweetness of his praise is tempered by a reasonable mixture of acid. As the book may not be common in England, I shall transcribe my own character from the Bibliotheca Historica of Meuselius, a learned and laborious German. " Summis asvi nostri historicis Gibbonus sine dubio adnu- nierandus est. Inter capitolii ruinas stans primum hujus operis scribendi concilium cepit. Florentissimos vitas annos colligendo et laborando eidem impendit. Enatum inde monumentum asre perennius, licet passim appareant sinistre dicta, minus perfecta, veritati non satis consentanea. Vidcmus quidem ubique fere studium scrutandi vcrita- temque scribendi maximum : tamen sine Tillemontio duce ubi scilicet hujus historia finitur saepius noster titubat atque hallucinatur. Quod vel maxime fit ubi de rebus Ecclesiasticis vel de juris prudentia Ro- mana (torn, iv.) tradit, et in aliis locis. Attamen nasvi hujus generis baud impediunt quo minus operis summam et oiKoj'o/nrtv prtedare dis- positam, delectum rerum sapicntissimum, argutum quoque interdum, dictioncmque scu stylum historico a^que ac philosopho dignissimum, et vix a quoque alio Anglo, Humio ac Robertsono baud exceptis (/r(r<:7r/'//('/'/^.?)vehementerlaudemus, atque sa^culo nostro de hujusmodi historia gratulemur Gibbonus adversaries cum in turn extra patriam nactus est, quia propogationem religionis Christiance, non, ut vulgo, fieri solet, aut more Thcologorum, sed ut Historicum et Philo- sophum decet, exposuerat." The French, Italian, and German translations have been executed with various success ; but, instead of patronizing, I should willingly suppress such imperfect copies, which injure the character, while they propagate the name of the author. The first volume had been feebly, though faithfully, translated into French by M. Le Clercde Septchenes, a young gentleman of a studious character and liberal fortune. After 1 08 Jl/y RE TURN- TO LA USANCE. POOR DE YVERDUN. his decease the work was continued by two manufacturers of Paris, M. M. Desmuniers and Cantwell : but the former is now an active member in the national assembly, and the undertaking languishes in the hands of his associate. The superior merit of the interpreter, or his language, inclines me to prefer the Italian version : but I wish that it were in my power to read the German, which is praised by the best judges. The Irish pirates are at once my friends and my enemies, But I cannot be displeased with the too numerous and correct impres- sions which have been published for the use of the continent at Basil in Switzerland.* The concjuests of our language and literature are not confined to Europe alone, and a writer who succeeds in London, is speedily read on the banks of the Delaware and the Ganges. In the preface of the fourth volume, while I gloried in the name of an Englishman, I announced my approaching return to the neigh- bourhood of the Lake of Lausanne. This last trial confirmed my assurance that I had wisely chosen for my own happiness ; nor did I once, in a year's visit, entertain a wish of settling in my native country. Britain is the free and fortunate island ; but where is the spot in which I could unite the comforts and beaut ies of my establish- ment at Lausanne ? The tumult of London astonished my eyes and ears ; the amusements of public places were no longer adequate to the trouble ; the clubs and assemblies were filled with new faces and young men ; and our best society, our long and late dinners, would soon have been prejudicial to my health. Without any share in the political wheel, I must be idle and insignificant : yet the most splendid temptations would not have enticed me to engage a second time in the servitude of Parliament or office. At Tunbridge, some weeks after the publication of my History, I reluctantly cjuitted Lord and Lady Sheffield, and, with a young Swiss friend, M. Wilhelm. de Severy, whom I had introduced to the English world, I pursued the road of Dover and Lausanne. My habitation was embellished in my absence, and the last division of books, which followed my steps, increased my chosen library to the number of between six and seven thousand volumes. My seraglio was ample, my choice was free, my appetite ■was keen. After a full repast on Homer and Aristophanes, I involved myself in the philosophic maze of the writings of Plato, of which the dramatic is, perhaps, more interesting than the argumentative part : but I stepped aside into every path of inquiry which reading or reflec- tion accidentally opened. Alas ! the joy of my return, and my studious ardour, were soon damped by the melancholy state of my friend Mr. Dcyverdun. His health and spirits had long suftered a gradual decline, a succession of apoplectic fits announced his dissolution ; and before he expired, those who loved him could not wish for the continuance of his life. The voice of reason might congratulate his deliverance, but the feelings of nature and friendship could be subdued only by time : his amiable character was still alive in my remembrance ; each room, each »valk, was imprinted with our common footsteps ; and I should blush at my * Of their 14 8vo. vols, the two last include the whole body of the notes. The public im- portunity had forced me to remove them from tlic end of the volume to the bottom of the page ; but I have often repented of my compliance. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OP EDWARD GIBBON: lOQ own philosopliy, if a long interval of study had not preceded and followed the death of my friend. By his last will he left to me the option of purchasing his house and garden, or of possessing them during my life, on the payment either of a stipulated price, or of an easy retribution to his kinsman and heir. I should probably have been tempted by the daemon of property, if some legal difficulties had not been started against my title ; a contest would have been vexatioufi, doubtful, and invidious ; and the heir most gratefully subscribed an agreement, which rendered my life-possession more perfect, and his future condition more advantageous. Yet I had often rcvohcd the judicious lines in which Pope answers the objections of his long- sighted friend : Pity to build without or child or wife ; Why, you'll enjoy it only all your life : Well, if the use be mine, docs it concern one, Whether the name belong to Pope or Vernon? The certainty of my tenure has allowed me to lay out a considerable sum in improvements and alterations : they have been executed with skill and taste ; and few men of letters, perhaps, in Europe, are so desirably lodged as myself. But I feel, and with the decline of years I shall more painfully feel, that I am alone in Paradise. Among the circle of my acquaintance at Lausanne, I have gradually acquired the solid and tender friendship of a respectable family, the family of de Severy : the fom- persons of whom it is composed are all endowed with the virtues best adapted to their age and situation ; and I am en- couraged to love the parents as a brother, and the children as a father. Every day we seek and find the opportunities of meeting : yet even this valuable connection cannot supply the loss of domestic society. Within the last two or three years our tranquillity has been clouded by the disorders of France : many families at Lausanne were alarmed and affected by the terrors of an impending bankruptcy ; but the re- volution, or rather the dissolution of the kingdom has been heard and felt in the adjacent lands. I beg leave to subscribe my assent to Mr. Burke's creed on the revolution of France. I admire his eloquence, I approve his politics, I adore his chivalry, and I can almost excuse his reverence for church establishments. I have sometimes thought of writing a dialogue of the dead, in which Lucian, Erasmus, and Voltaire should mutually acknowledge the danger of exposing an old superstition to the contempt of the blind and fanatic multitude. A swarm of emigrants of both sexes, who escaped from the public ruin, has been attracted by the vicinity, the manners, and the language of Lausanne ; and our narrow habitations in town and country are now occupied by the first names and titles of the departed monarchy. These noble fugitives are entitled to our pity ; they may claim our esteem, but they cannot, in their present state of mind and fortune, much contribute to our amusement. Instead of looking down as cahn and idle spectators on the theatre of Europe, our domestic harmony is somewhat embittered by the infusion of party spirit : our ladies and gentlemen assume the character of self-taught politicians ; and the 1 10 MV QUIET HOME AND LOVE OF STUDY. sober dictates of wisdom and experience are silenced by the clamour of the triumphant democrates. The fanatic missionaries of sedition have scattered the seeds of discontent in our cities and villages, which had flourished above two hundred and fifty years without fearing the approach of war, or feeling the weight of government. Many in- dividuals, and some communities, appear to be infested with the Gallic phrenzy, the wild theories of equal and boundless freedom ; but I trust that the body of the people will be faithful to their sovereign and to themselves ; and I am satisfied that the failure or success of a revolt would ecjually terminate in the ruin of the country. While the aristocracy of Berne protects the happiness, it is superfluous to enquire whether it be founded in the rights of man : the oeconom.y of the state is liberally supplied without the aid of taxes ; and the magistrates nucst reign with prudence and equity, since they are unarmed in the midst of an armed nation. The revenue of Berne, excepting some small duties, is derived from church lands, tithes, feudal rights, and interest of money. The republic has nearly 500,0001. sterling in the English funds, and the amount of their treasure is unknown to the citizens themselves. For myself (may the omen be averted) I can only declare, that the first stroke of a rebel drum would be the signal of my immediate departure. When I contemplate the common lot of mortality, I must acknow- ledge that I have drawn a high prize in the lottery of life. The far greater part of the globe is overspi-ead with barbarism or slavery : in the civilized world, the most numerous class is condemned to igno- rance and poverty ; and the double fortune of my birth in a free and enlightened country, in an honourable and wealthy family, is the lucky chance of an unit against millions. The general probability is about three to one, that a new-born infant will not live to complete his fiftieth year.* I have now passed that age, and may fairly estimate the present value of my existence in the three-fold division of mind, body, and estate. I. The first and indispensable requisite of happiness is a clear conscience, unsullied by the reproach or remembrance of an unworthy action. Hic murus aheneus esto, Nil conscire sibi, nulla pallescere culpa. I am endowed with a cheerful temper, a moderate sensibility, and a natural disposition to repose rather than to activity: some mis- chievous appetites and habits have perhaps been corrected by philo- sophy or time. The love of study, a passion which derives fresh vigour from enjoyment, supplies each day, each hour, with a perpetual source of independent and rational pleasure ; and I am not sensible of any decay of the mental faculties. The original soil has been highly improved by cultivation ; but it may be questioned, whether some flowers of fancy, some grateful errors, have not been eradicated with the weeds of prejudice. 2. Since I have escaped from the long perils • Buflfon, Supplement a I'Hist. naturelle, vii. p. i^S — 164, of a given number of new-born infants, one half, by the fault of nature or man, is extinguished before the age of puberty and reason, — a melancholy calculation 1 AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBOiV. Ill of my childhood, the serious advice of a physician has seldom been requisite. " The madness of superfluous health" I have never known ; but my tender constitution has been fortified by time, and the in- estimable <;ift of the sound and peaceful slumbers of infancy may be imputed both to the mind and body. 3. I have already described the merits of my society and situation ; but these enjoyments would be tasteless or bitter if their possession were not assured by an annual and adequate supply. According to the scale of Switzerland, I am a rich man ; and 1 am indeed rich, since my income is superior to my expencc, and my cxpence is equal to my wishes. My friend Lord Sheffield has kindly relieved me from the cares to which my taste and temper are most adverse : shall I add, that since the failure of my f.rst wishes, I have never entertained any serious thoughts of a matrimonial connection ? I am disgusted with the affectation of men of letters, who com- plain that they have renounced a substance for a shadow ; and that their fame (which sometimes is no insupportable weight) affords a poor compensation for envy, censure, and persecution.* My own ex- perience, at least, has taught me a very different lesson : twenty happy years have been animated by. the labour of my History ; and its success has gi\cn me a name, a rank, a character, in the world, to which I should not otherwise have been entitled. The freedom of my writings has indeed provoked an implacable tribe ; but, as I was safe from the stings, I was soon accustomed to the buzzing of the hornets : my nerves are not tremblingly alive, and my literary temper is so happily tramed, that I am less sensible of pain than of pleasure. The rational pride of an author may be rftended, rather than flattered, by vague indis- criminate praise ; but he cannot, he should not, be indifferent to the fair testimonies of private and public esteem. Even his moral sym- pathy may be gratified by the idea, that now, in the present hour, he is imparting some degree of amusement or knowledge to his friends in a distant land : that one day his mind will be familiar to the grand- children of those who are yet unborn.f I cannot boast of the friend- ship or favour of princes ; the patronage of English literature has long since been devolved on our booksellers, and the measure of their liberality is the least ambiguous test of our common success. Perhaps the golden mediocrity of my fortune has contributed to fortify my application. The present is a fleeting moment, the past is no more ; and our prospect of futurity is dark and doubtful. This day may possibly be • M. d'Alembert relates, that as he was walking in the gardens of Sans Souci with the King of Prussia, Frederic said to him, " Do you see that old woman, a poor weeder, asleep on that sunny bank? she is probably a more happy being than either of us." The king and the philosopher may speak for themselves ; for my part I do not envy the old woman. t In the first of ancient or modern romances (Tom Jones), this proud sentiment, this feast of fancy, is enjoyed by the genius of Fielding. — " Come, bright love of fame, &c. fill my ravished fancy with the hopes of charming ages yet to come. Forelcl mc that some tender maid, whose grandmother is yet unborn, hereafter, when, under the fictitious name of Sophia, she re.ads the real worth which once existed in my Charlotte, shall from her sympathetic breast send forth the heaving sigh. Do thou teach me not only to foresee but to enjoy, nay even to feed on future praise. Comfort me by the solemn assurance, that, when the little parlour in which I sit at this moment shall be reduced to a worse furnished box, I shall be read with honour by those who never knew nor saw me, and whom I shall neither know nor »ee." Book xiii. ch. i. 1 1 2 CIIA RA C TER OF GIBB ON BY L ORD SHE INFIELD. my last : but the laws of probability, so true in general, so fallacious in particular, still allow about fifteen years.* 1 shall soon enter into the period which, as the most agreeable of my long life, was selected by the judgment and experience of the sage Fontenelle. His choice is approved by the eloquent historian of nature, who fixes our moral happiness to the mature season in which our passions are supposed to be calmed, our duties fulfilled, our ambition satisfied, our fame and fortune established on a solid basis (see Buffon). In private con- versation, that great and amiable man added the weight of his own experience ; and this autumnal felicity might be exemplified in the lives of Voltaire, Hume, and many other men of letters. I am lar more inclined to embrace than to dispute this comfortable doctrine. I will not suppose any premature decay of the mind or body ; but I must reluctantly observe that two causes, the abbreviation of time, and the failure of hope, will always tinge with a browner shade the evening of life. When I first undertook to prepare Mr. Gibbon's Memoirs for the press, I supposed that it would be necessary to introduce some con- tinuation of them, from the time when they cease, namely, soon after his return to Switzerland in the year 1788 ; but the examination of his correspondence with me suggested, that the best continuation would be the publication of his letters from that time to his death. I shall thus give more satisfaction, by employing the language of Mr. Gibbon, instead of my own ; and the public will see him in a new and (I think) an admiralale light, as a writer of letters. By the insertion of a few occasional sentences, I shall obviate the disadvantages that are apt to arise from an interrupted ntvVration. A prejudiced or a fastidious critic may condemn, perhaps, some parts of the letters as trivial ; but many readers, I flatter myself, will be gratified by discovering even in these my friend's affectionate feelings, and his character in familiar life. His letters in general bear a strong resemblance to the style and turn of his conversation ; the characteristics of which were vivacity, elegance, and precision, with knowledge astonishingly extensive and correct. He never ceased to be instructive and entertaining ; and in general there was a vein of pleasantry in his conversation which prevented its becoming languid, even during a residence of many months with a family in the country. It has been supposed that he always arranged what he intended to say, before he spoke ; his quickness in conversation contradicts this notion : but it is very true, that before he sat down to write a note or letter, he completely arranged in his mind what he meant to express. He pursued the same method in respect to other composition ; and he occasionally would walk several times about his apartment before he * Mr. Buffon, from our disregard of the possibility of death within the four and twenty hours, concludes that a chance, which falls below orrises above ten thousand to one, will never affect the hopes or fears of a reasonable man. The fact is true, but our courage is the effijctof thoughtlessness, rather than of reflection. If a public lottery were drawn for, the choice of a:i immediate victim, and if our name v/ere inscribed on one of the ten thousand tickets, should wc be perfectly easy 'i AU'IOBIOGRAPHIC MExMOIRS OF EDWARD G/BBOA\ II3 had rounded a period to his taste. He has pleasantly remarked to me, that it sometimes cost him many a turn before he could throw a senti- ment into a form that gratified his own criticism. His systematic habit of arranL,rcment in point of style, assisted, in his instance, by an excellent memory and correct judgment, is much to be recommended to those who aspire to any perfection in writing. Although the Memoirs extend beyond the time of Mr. G'.hbon's return to Lausanne, I shall insert a few Letters, written immediately after his arrival there, and combine them so far as to include even the last note which he wrote a few days previously to his deaih. '^'ome of them contain few incidents ; but they connect and carry on the account cither of his opinions or of his employment. LETTERS FROM EDWARD GIBBON, ESQ., TO THE Right Hon. LORD SHEFFIELD. Lausanne, July 30, 17S8.— Wed., 3 p.m. I HAVE but a moment to say, before the departure of the post, that after a very pleasant journey I arrived here about half an hour ago ; that I am as well arranged, as if I had never stirred from this place ; and that dinner on the table is just announced. Severy I dropt at his country-house about two leagues off. I just saluted the family, who dine with me the day after to-morrow, and return to town for some days, I hooe weeks, on my account. The son is an amiable and grateful youth ; and even this journey has taught me to know and to love him still better. My satisfaction would be complete, had I not found a sad and serious alteration in poor Deyverdun : but thus our joys are chequered ! I embrace all ; and at this moment feel the last pang of our parting at Tunbridge. Convey this letter or information, without delay, from SheHield-Place to Bath. In a few days I shall write more amply to both places. Oct. I, 17S8. After such an act of vigor as my first letter, composed, finished, and dispatched within half an hour after my landing, while the dinner was smoaking on the table, your knowledge of the animal must have taught you to expect a proportionable degree of relaxation ; and you will be satisfied to hear, that, for many Wednesdays and Saturdays, I have consumed more time than would have sufficed for the epistle, in devising reasons for procrastinating it to the next post. At this very moment I begin so very late, as I am just going to dress, and dine in the country, that I can take only the benefit of the date, October the first, and must be content to seal and send my letter next Saturday. 1 14 LETTERS FROM E. GIBBON TO LORD SHEFFIELD. Oct. the 4th. Saturday is now arrived, and I much doubt whether I shall have time to finish. I rose, as usual, about seven ; but as I knew I should have so much time, you know it would have been ridiculous lo begin anything before breakfast. When I returned from my break- fast-room to the library, unluckily I found on the table some new and interesting books, which instantly caught my attention ; and without injuring my correspondent, I could safely bestow a single hour to gratify my curiosity. Some things which I found in them insensibly led rnc- to oilier books, and other enquiries ; the morning has stolen away, and I shall be soon summoned to dress and dine with the two Severys, father and son, who are returned from the country on a disagreeable errand, an illness of Madame, from which she is however recovering. Such is the faithful picture of my mind and manners, and from a single day disce oinnes. After having been so long chained to the oar, in a splendid galley indeed, I fi'eely and fairly enjoy my liberty as I promised in my preface : range without control over the wide expanse of my library ; converse, as my fancy prompts me, with poets and historians, philosophers and orators, of every age and language ; and often indulge my meditations in the invention and arrangement of mighty works, which I shall probably never find time or application to execute. My garden, berceau, and pavilion often varied the scene of my studies ; the beautiful weather which we have enjoyed exhilarated my spirits, and I again tasted the wisdom and happiness of my retirement, till that happiness was inter- rupted by a very serious calamity, which took from me for above a fortnight all thoughts of study, of amusement, and even of correspond- ence. I mentioned in my first letter the uneasiness I felt at poor Deyverdun's declining health, how much the pleasure of my life was embittered by the sight of a suffering and languid friend. The joy of our meeting appeared at first to revive him ; and, though not satisfied, I began to think, at least to hope, that he was every day gaining ground ; when, alas ! one morning I was suddenly recalled from my berceau to the house, with the dreadful intelligence of an apoplectic stroke; I found him senseless : the best assistance was instantly collected : and he had the aid of the genius and experience of Mr. Tissot, and of the assiduous care of another physician, who for some time scarcely Cjuitted his bedside either night or day. While I was in momentary dread of a relapse, with a confession from his physicians that such a relapse must be fatal, you will feel that I was much more to be pitied than my friend. At length, art or nature triumphed over the enemy of life. I was soon assured that all immediate danger was past ; and now for many days I have had the satisfaction of seeing him recover, though by slow degrees, his health and strength, his sleep and appetite. He now walks about the garden, tnd receives his particular friends, but has not yet gone abroad. His future health will depend very much upon his own prudence : but, at all events, this has been a very serious warning; and the slightest indisposition will hereafter assume a very formidable aspect, liut let us turn from this melancholy subject. — The Man of the People escaped from the tumult, the bloody tumult of the Westminster election, to the lakes and mountains of AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. II5 Switzerland, and I was informed that he was arrived at the Lyon d'Or. I sent a compliment ; he answered it in person, and settled at my iTOuse for the remainder of the day. I have er^t and drank, and con- versed and sat up all night with Fox in England ; but it never has happened, perhaps it never can happen again, that I should enjoy him as I did that day, alone, from ten in the morning till ten at night. Poor Dcyverdun, before his accident, wanted spirits to appear, and has regretted it since. Our conversation never flagged a moment ; and he seemed thoroughly pleased with the place and with his com- pany. We had little politics ; though he gave me, in a few words, such a character of Pitt, as one great man should give of another his rival : much of books, from my own, on which he flattered me very pleasantly, to Homer and the Arabian Nights; much about the countr)^ my garden (which he understands far better than I do), a.nd, upon the whole, I think he envies me, and would do so were he minister. The next morning I gave him a guide to walk him about the town and country, and invited some company to meet him at dinner. The following day he continued his journey to Berne and Zurich, and I have heard of him by various means. The people gaze on him as a prodigy, but he shows little inclination to converse with them, &c, «&c. &c. Our friend Doi/Qlas has been curious, attentive, agreeable ; and in every place where he has resided some days, he has left acquaintance who esteem and regret him : I never knew so clear and general an impression. After this long letter I have yet many things to say, though none of any pressing consequence. I hope you are not idle in the deliver- ance of Beriton, though the late events and edicts in France begin to reconcile me to the possession of dirty acres. What think you of Neckcr and the States Generales ? Are not the public expectations too sanguine ? Adieu. I will write soon to my lady separately, though I have not any particular subject for her ear. Ever yours. Lausanne, Nov. 29, 1788. As I have no correspondents but yourself, I should have been re- duced to the stale and stupid communications of the newspapers, if you had not dispatched me an excellent sketch of the extraordinary state of things. In so new a case the sains populi must be the first law : and any extraordinary acts of the two remaining branches of the legislature must be excused by necessity, and ratified by general con- sent. * * Till things are settled, I expect a regular journal. From kingdoms I descend to farms. * * Adieu. Lausanne, Dec, 13, 1788, * * * Of public affairs I can only hear with curiosity and wonder : careless as you may think me, I feel myself deeply interested. You must now write often ; make Miss Firth copy any curious fragments : and stir up any of my well-informed acquaintance, Batt, Douglas, Adam, perhaps Lord Loughborough, to correspond with me ; I will answer them. We are now cold and gay at Lausanne. The Severys came to town yesterday. I saw a eood deal of Lords Malmsbury and Beauchamj"), 1 1 6 LETTERS FROM E. GIBBON TO LORD SHEFFIELD. and their ladies ; Ellis, of the Rolliad, was with them ; I like him much : I gave them a dinner. Adieu for the present. Deyverdun is not worse. Lausanne, April 25, 1789. Before your letter, which I received yesterday, I was in the anxious situation of a king, who hourly expects a courier from his general, with the news of a decisive engagement. I had abstained from writing, for fear of dropping a word, or betraying a feeling, which might render you too cautious or too bold. On the famous 8th of April, between twelve and two, I reflected that the business was determined ; and each succeeding day I computed the speedy approach of your messenger', with favourable or melancholy tidings. When I broke the seal, I expected to read, " What a damned unlucky fellow you are ! Nothing tolerable was offered, and I indignantly withdrew the estate." I did remember the fate of poor Lenborough, and I was afraid of your magnanimity, &c. It is whimsical enough, but it is human nature, that I now begin to think of the deep-rooted founda- tions of land, and the airy fabric of the funds. I not only consent, but even wish, to have eight or ten thousand pounds on a good mortgage. The pipe of wine you sent to me was seized, and would have been confiscated, if the government of Berne had not treated me with the most flattering and distinguished civility : they not only released the wine, but they paid out of their own pocket the shares to which the bailiff and the informer were entitled hy law. I should not forget that the bailift' refused to accept of his part. Poor Deyverdun's constitu- tion is quite broken ; he has had two or three attacks, not so violent as the first : every time the door is hastily opened, I expect to hear of some fatal accident : the best or worst hopes of the physicians are only that he may linger some time longer ; but if he lives till the summer, they propose sending him to some mineral waters at Aix, in Savoy. You will be glad to hear that I am now assured of jaos- sessing, during my life, this delightful house and garden. The act has been lately executed in the best form, and the handsomest manner. I know not what to say of your miracles at home : we rejoice in the king's recovery, and its ministerial consequences ; and I cannot be insensible to the hope, at least the chance, of seeing in this country a first lord of trade, or secretary at war. In your answer, which I shall impatiently expect, you will give me a full and true account of your designs, which by this time must have dropt, or be determined at least, for the present year. If you come, it is high time that we should look out for a house- — a task much less easy than you may possibly imagine. Among new books, I recommend to you the Count de Mirabeau's great work, " Sur la Monarchie Prussienne ;" it is in your own way, and gives a very just and complete idea of that wonderful machine. His " Correspondence Secrette" is diabolically good. Adieu. Ever yours. Lausanne, June 13, 1789. You are in truth a wise, active, indefatigable, and inestimable friend '■ and as our virtues are often connected with our faults, if you v:re more tame and placid, you would be perhaps of less use and value. A AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEIitOiRS OF EDWARD GIBBO.V. 1 1 "J very important and difficult transaction seems to be nearly terminated with success and mutual satisfaction : we seem to run before the wind with a prosperous gale ; and, unless we should strike on some secret rocks which I do not foresee, shall, on or before the 31st July, enter the harbour of Content ; though I cannot pursue the metaphor by adding we shall land, since our operation is of a very opposite ten- dency. I could not easily forgive myself for shutting you up in a dark room with parchments and attornies, did I not reflect that this pro- bably is the last material trouble that you will ever have on my account ; and that after the labours and delays of twenty years, I shall at last attain what I have always sighed for, a clear and competent income, above my wants, and equal to my wishes. In this contempla- tion you will be sufficiently rewarded. I hope ***** will be content with our title-deeds, for I cannot furnish another shred of parchment. Mrs. Gibbon's jointure is secured on the Beriton estate, and her legal consent is requisite for the sale. Again and again I must repeat my hope that she is perfectly satisfied, and that the close of her life may not be embittered by suspicion, or fear, or discontent. What new security does she prefer, — the funds, the mortgage, or your land .'' At all events she must be made easy. I wrote to her again some time ago, and begged that if she were too weak to write, she would desire Mrs. Gould or Mrs. Holroyd to give mc a line concerning her state of health. To this no answer ; I am afraid she is displeased. Now for the disposal of the money: I approve of the 8000 1. mort- gage on Beriton ; and honour your prudence in not shewing, by the comparison of the rent and interest, how foolish it is to purchase land. * * * There is a chance of my drawing a considerable sum into this countiy, for an arrangement which you yourself must approve, but which I have not time to explain at present. For the sake of dispatch- ing, by this evening's post, an answer to your letter which arrived this morning, I confine myself to the needful, but in the course of a few days I will send a more familiar epistle. Adieu. Ever yours. Lausanne, July 14, 1789. Poor Deyverdun is no more : he expired Saturday the 4th instant ; and in his unfortunate situation, death could only be viewed by him- self, and by his friends, in the light of a consummation devoutly to be wished. Since September he has had a dozen apoplectic strokes, more or less violent : in the intervals between them his strength gradually decayed ; every principle of life was exhausted ; and had he continued to drag a miserable existence, he must probably have survived the loss of his faculties. Of all misfortunes this was what he himself most apprehended : but his reason was clear and calm to the last ; he beheld his approaching dissolution with the firmness of a philosopher. I fancied that time and reflection had prepared me for the event ; but the habits of three-and-thirty years friendship are not so easily broken. The first days, and more especially the fii'st nights, were indeed pa:.*iful. Last Wednesday and Saturday it would not have been in my power to write. I must now recollect myself, since it is necessary for me not only to impart the news, but to ask your opinion in a very serious and doubtful question, which must be decided without loss of I 1 1 8 SCHEMES AS TO PURCHASE OF HOUSE AT LA USANNR, time. I shall state the facts, but as I am on the spot, and as new lights may occur, I do not promise implicit obedience. Had my poor friend died without a will, a female yfrj'^ cousin settled somewhere in the north of Germany, and whom I believe he had never seen, would have been his heir at law. In the next degree he had several cousins ; and one of these, an old companion, by name Mr. de Montagny, he has chosen for his heir. As this house and garden was the best and clearest part of poor Deyverdun's fortune : as there is a heavy duty or fine (what they call lods) on every change of property out of the legal descent ; as Montagny has a small estate and a large family, it was necessary to make some provision in his favour. The will therefore leaves me the option of enjoying this place during my life, on paying the sum of 250 1. (I reckon in English money) ai present, and an annual rent of 30 1. ; or else, of purchasing the house and garden for a sum which, including the duty, will amount to 2500 1. If 1 value the rent of 30 1. at twelve years purchase, I may acquire my enjoyment for life at about the rate of 600 1. ; and the remaining 1900 1. will be the difference between that tenure and absolute perpetual pro- perty. As you have never accused me of too much zeal for the interest of posterity, you will easily guess which scale at first preponderated. I deeply felt the advantage of acquiring, for the smaller sum, every possible enjoyment, as long as 1 myself should be capable of enjoying: I rejected, with scorn, the idea of giving 1900 1. for ideal posthumous property ; and I deemed it of little moment whose name, after my death, should be inscribed on my house and garden at Lausanne. How often did I repeat to myself the philosophical lines of Pope, which seem to determine the question. In this state of self-satisfaction I was not much disturbed by all my real or nominal friends, who exhort me to prefer the right of purchase ; among such friends, some are careless and some are ignorant ; and the judgment of those, who are able and willing to form an opinion, is often biassed by some selfish or social affection, by some visible or invisible interest. But my own reflections have gradually and forcibly driven me from my first propensity ; and these reflections I will now proceed to enumerate : 1. I can make this purchase with ease and prudence. As I have had the pleasure of not hearing from you very lately, I flatter myself that you advance on a carpet road, and that almost by the receipt of this letter (July 31st) the acres of Beriton will be transmuted into sixteen thousand pounds : if the payment be not absolutely completed by that day, ***** will not scruple, I suppose, depositing the 2600 1. at Gosling's, to meet my di'aught. Should he hesitate, I can desire DarrcU to sell quantum siifficit of my short annuities. As soon as the new settlement of my affairs is made, I shall be able, after deducting this sum, to square my expence to my income, &c. 2. On ma,ture consideration, I am perhaps less selfish and less phi- losophical than I appear at first sight : indeed, were I not so, it would now be in my power to turn my fortune into life-annuities, and let the Devil take the hindmost. I feel, (perhaps it is foolish,) but I feel that this little paradise will please me still more when it is absolutely my own ; and that I shall Ije encouraged in every improvement of use or . AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OP EDWARD GIBBON. II9 beauty, by the prospect that, after my departure, it will be enjoyed by some person of my own choice. I sometimes reflect with pleasure that my writings will survive me ; and that idea is at least as vain and chimerical. 3. The heir, Mr. de Montagny, is an old acquaintance. My situa- tion of a life-holder is rather new and singular in this country ; the laws have not provided for many nice cases which may arise between the landlord and tenant : some I can foresee, others have been sug- gested, many more I might feel when it would be too late. His right of property might plague and confine me ; he might forbid my lending to a friend, inspect my conduct, check my improx'ements, call lor securities, repairs, &c_. But if I p-urchase, I walk on my own terrace fierce and erect, the free master of one of the most delicious spots on the globe. Should I ever migrate homewards, (you stare, but such an event is less improbable than I could have thought it two years ago,) this place would be disputed by strangers and natives. Weigh these reasons, and send me without delay a rational explicit opinion, to which I shall pay such regard as the nature of circumstances will allow. But, alas ! when all is determined, I shall possess this house, by whatsoever tenure, without friendship or domestic society. I did not imagine, six years ago, that a plan of life so congenial to my wishes, would so speedily vanish. I cannot write upon any other subject. Adieu, your's ever. Lausanne, August 1789. After receiving and dispatching the power of attorney, last Wed- nesday, I opened, with some palpitation, the unexpected missive which arrived this morning. The perusal of the contents spoiled my break- fast. They are disagreeable in themselves, alarming in their conse- quences, and peculiarly unpleasant at the present moment, when I hoped to have formed and secured the arrangements of my future lite. I do not perfectly understand what are these deeds which are so inflexibly required ; the wills and marriage-settlements I have suffi- ciently answered. But your arguments do not convince ****, and I have very little hope from the Lenborough search. What will be the event ? If his objections are only the result of legal scrupulosity, surely they might be removed, and every chink might be filled, by a general bond of indemnity, in which I boldly ask you to join, as it will be a substantial important act of friendship, without any possible risk to yourself or your successors. Should he still remain obdurate, I must believe what I already suspect, that **** repents of his purchase, and wishes to elude the conclusion. Our case would be then hopeless, ibi oniiiis effiisus labor, and the estate would be returned on our hands with the taint of a bad title. The refusal of mortgage does not please me ; but surely our offer shews some confidence in the goodness of my title. If he will not take eight thousand pounds at four per cent, we must look out elscwlicre ; new doubts and delays will arise, and I am persuaded that you will not place an implicit confidence in my attorney. I know not as yet your opinion about my Lausanne purchase. If you are against it, the present position of affairs gives you great ad\'antage, 1 20 DJFFICUL TV m DISPOSING OP THE BERITON ESTA TE. &c. &c. The Severys are all well ; an uncommon circumstance for the four persons of the family at once. They are now at Mex, a country- house six miles from hence, which I visit to-morrow for two or three days. They often come to town, and we shall contrive to pass a part of the autumn together at Rolle. I want to change the scene ; and beautiful as the garden and prospect must appear to every eye, I feel that the state of my own mind casts a gloom over them ; every spot, every walk, every bench, recals the memory of those hours, of those conversations, which will return no more. But I tear myself from the subject. I could not help writing to-day, though I do not hnd I have said any thing very material. As you must be conscious that you have agitated me, you will not postpone any agreeable, or even decisive intelligence. I almost hesitate, whether I shall run over to England, to consult with you on the spot, and to fly from poor Deyverdun's shade, which meets me at every turn. I did not expect to have felt his loss so sharply. But six hundred miles ! Why are we so far off? Once more. What is the difficulty of the title .'' Will men of sense, in a sensible country, never get rid of the tyranny of lawyers ? more oppressive and ridiculous than even the old yoke of the clergy. Is not a term of seventy or eighty years, nearly twenty in my own person, sufficient to prove our legal possession.'' Will not the records of fines and recoveries attest that / am free from any bar of entails and settle- ments ? Consult some sage of the law, whether their present demand be necessary and legal. If your ground be firm, force them to execute the agreement or forfeit the deposit. But if, as I much fear, they have a right, and a wish, to elude the consummation, would it not be better to release them at once, than to be hung up for five years, as in the case of Lovegrove, which cost me in the end four or five thousand pounds ? You are bold, you are wise ; consult, resolve, act. In my penultimate letter I dropped a strange hint, that a migration homeward was not impossible. I know not what to say ; my mind is all afloat ; yet you will not reproach me with caprice or inconstancy. How many years did you damn my scheme of retiring to Lausanne ! I executed that plan ; I found as much happiness as is compatible with human nature, and during four years (1783— 1787) I never breathed a sigh of repentance. On my return from England the scene was changed : I found only a faint semblance of Deyverdun, and that semblance was each day fading from my sight. I have passed an anxious year, but my anxiety is now at an end, and the prospect before me is a melancholy solitude. I am still deeply rooted in this country ; the possession of this paradise, the friendship of the Severys, a mode of society suited to my taste, and the enormous trouble and expence of a migration. Yet in England (when the present clouds are dispelled) I could form a very comfortable establishment in London, or rather at Bath ; and I have a very noble country-seat at about ten miles from East Grinstead in Sussex {alluding to Sheffield-Place). That spot is dearer to me than the rest of the three kingdoms ; and I have sometimes wondered how two men, so opposite in their tempers and pursuits, should have imbibed so long and lively a propensity for each other. Sir Stanier Porten is just dead. He has left his widow with a moderate pension, and two children, my nearest relations : the eldest, Charlotte, is about AUTOBIOGRAnilC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON: 121 Louisa's age, and also a most amiable, sensible young creature. I have conceived a romantic idea of educating and adopting her ; as we descend into the vale of years our infirmities require some domestic female society : Charlotte would be the comfort of my age, and I could reward her care and tenderness with a decent fortune. A thousand difiiculties oppose the execution of the plan, which 1 laave never opened but to you ; yet it would be less impracticable in England than in Switzerland. Adieu. I am wounded ; pour some oil into my wounds : yet I am less imhappy since I have thrown my mind upon paper. Arc )'0U not amazed at the French revolution ? They ha\e the power, will they have the moderation, to establisli a good constitution ? AdieU; ever yours. Lausanne, Sept. 9, 1789. Within an hour after the reception of your last, I drew my pen for the purpose of a reply, and my exordium ran in the following words ; " I tind by experience, that it is much more rational, as well as easy, to answer a letter of real business by the return of the post." This important truth is again verified by my own e.x.ample. After writing three pages I was called away by a very rational motive, and the post departed before 1 could return to the conclusion. A second delay was coloured by some decent pretence. Three weeks have slipped away, and I now force myself on a task, which I should have dispatched without an effort on the first summons. My only excuse is, that 1 had little tc write about English business, and that I could write nothing definitive about my Swiss affairs. And first, as Aristotle says of the first, 1. 1 was indeed in low spirits when I sent what you so justly stile my dismal letter ; but 1 do assure you, that my own feelings contributed much more to sink me, than any events or terrors relative to the sale of Beriton. But I again hope and trust, from your consolatory epistle, that, &c. &c. 2. My Swiss transaction has suffered a great alteration. I shall not become the proprietor of my house and garden at Lausanne, and I relinquish the phantom with more regret than you could easily imagine. But I have been determined by a difficulty, which at first appeared of little moment, but which has gradually swelled to an alarming magnitude. There is a law in this country, as well as in some provinces of France, which is styled le droit de 7'e trait, le ret rait lignagerc, (Lord Loughborough must have heard of it,) by which the relations of the deceased are entitled to redeem a house or estate at the price for which it has been sold ; and as the sum fixed by poor Deyverdun is much l)elow its known value, a crowd of competitors are beginning to start. The best opinions (for they are divided) are in my favour, that I am not subject to le droit de retrait, since I take not as a purchasei', but as a legatee. But the words of the will are somewhat ambiguous, the event of law is always uncertain, the administration of justice at Berne (the last appeal) depends too much on favour and intrigue : and it is very doubtful whether I could revert to the life-holding, after having chosen and lost the property. These considerations engaged me to open a negotiation with Mr. de Montagny, through the medium of my friend the judge ; and as he most ardently wishes to keep the house. 122 THE RE VOL UTIONl WHA T A SCENE IN FRANCE I he consented, though with some reluctance, to my proposals. Yesterday he signed a covenant in the most regular and binding form, by which he allows my power of transferring my interest, interprets in the most ample sense my right of making alterations, and expressly renounces all claim, as landlord, of visiting or inspecting the premises. I have promised to lend him twelve thousand livres, (between seven and eight hundred pounds,) secui'ed on the house and land. The mortgage is four times its value ; the interest of four pounds/i?/' cent, will be annually discharged by the rent of thirty guineas. So that I am now tranquil on that score for the remainder of my days. I hope that time will gradually reconcile me to the place which I have inhabited with my '))oor friend ; for in spite of the cream of London, I am still persuaded that no other place is so well adapted to my taste and habits of studious and social life. Far from delighting in the whirl of a metropolis, my only complaint against Lausanne is the great number of strangers, always of English, and now of French, by whom we are infested in summer. Yet we have escaped the damned great ones, the Count d'Artois, the Polignacs, &c., who slip by us to Turin. What a scene is France ! While the assembly is voting abstract propositions, Paris is an independent republic ; the provinces have neither authoiity nor freedom, and poor Necker declares that credit is no more, and that the people refuse to pay taxes. Yet I think you must be seduced by the abolition of tithes. If Eden goes to Paris you may have some curious information. Give me some account of Mr. and Mrs. Douglas. Do they live with Lord North? I hope they do. When will parliament be dissolved ? Are you still Coventry- mad ? I embrace my Lady, the sprightly Maria, and the smiling Louisa. Alas ! alas ! you will never come to Switzerland. Adieu, ever yours. Lausanne, Sept. 25, 1789. Alas ! what perils do environ | The man who meddles with cold iron. Alas ! what delays and difficulties do attend the man who meddles with legal and landed business ! Yet if it be only to disappoint your expectation, I am not so very nervous at this new provoking obstacle. I had totally forgotten the deed in question, which was contrived in the last year of my father's life, to tie his hands and regulate the dis- order of his affairs ; and which might have been so easily cancelled by Sir Stannier, who had not the smallest interest in it, either for himself or his family. The amicable suit, which is now become necessary, must, I think, be short and unambiguous, yet I cannot help dreading the crotchets, that lurk under the chancellor's great wig ; and, at all events, I foresee some additional delay and expence. The golden pill of the two thousand eight hundred pounds has soothed my discontent ; and if it be safely lodged with the Goslings, I agree with you, in con- sidering it as an unequivocal pledge of a fair and willing purchaser. It is indeed chiefly in that light I now rejoice in so large a deposit, which is no longer necessary in its full extent. You are apprised by my last letter that I have reduced myself to the life-enjoyment of the house and garden. And, in spite of my feelings, I am every day more con- vinced that I have chosen the safer side, I believe my cause to have AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. 12$ been good, but it was doubtful. Law in this country is not so expen- sive as in England, but it is more troublesome ; I must have gone to Berne, have solicited my judges in person ; a vile custom ! the event was uncertain ; and during at least two years, I should have been in a state of suspense and anxiety ; till the conclusion of which it would have been madness to have attempted any alteration or improvement. According to my present arrangement I shall want no more than eleven hundred pounds of the two thousand, and I suppose you will direct Gosling to lay out the remainder in India bonds, that it may not lie quite dead, while I am accountable to * * * * for the interest The elderly lady in a male habit, who informed me that Yorkshire is a register county, is a certain judge, one Sir William Blackstone, whose name you may possibly have heard. After stating the danger of pur- chasers and creditors, with regard to the title of estates on which they lay out or lend their money, he thus continues : " In Scotland every act and event regarding the transmission of property is regularly entered on record ; and some of our own provincial divisions, particu- larly the extended county of York and the populous county of Middle- sex, have prevailed with the legislature to erect such registers in their respective districts," (Blackstone's Comment, ii. 343, ed. 1774, qto.) If I am mistaken it is in pretty good company ; but I suspect that we are all right, and that the register is confined to one or two ridings. As we have, alas ! two or three months before us, I should hope that your prudent sagacity will discover some sound land, in case you should not have time to arrange another mortgage. I now write in a hurry, as I am just setting out for Rolle, where I shall be settled with cook and servants in a pleasant apartment, till the middle of No\'em- ber. The Severys have a house there, where they pass the autumn. I am not sorry to vary the scene for a few weeks, and I wish to be al^scnt while some alterations are making in my house at Lausanne. 1 \\ish the change of air may be of service to Severy the father, but we do not at all like his present state of health. How completely, alas, how completely ! could I now lodge you : but your firm resolve of making me a visit seems to have vanished like a dream. Next sum- mer you will not find five hundred pounds for a rational friendly expe- dition ; and should parliament be dissolved, you will perhaps find five thousand for . I cannot think of it with patience. Pray take serious strenuous measures for sending me a pipe of excellent Madeira in cask, with some dozens of Malmsey Madeira., It should be con- signed to Messrs. Romberg Voituriers at Ostend, and I must have timely notice of its march. We have so much to say about France, that I suppose we shall never say anything. That country is now in a state 01 dissolution. Adieu. Lausanne, Dec. 15, 1789. Y(5U have often reason to accuse my sti^ange silence and neglect in the most important of ;;// own affairs ; for I will presume to assert, that in a business of yours of equal consequence, you should not find me cold or careless. But on the present occasion my silence is, per- haps, the highest compliment I ever paid you. You remember the answer of Philip of Macedon : Philip may sleep, while he knows that 124 LAUSANNE DELUGED WITH FRENCH EXILES. Parmenio is awake." I expected, and to say the truth, I wished that my Parmenio would have decided and acted, witliout expecting my dilatory answer, and in his decision I should have acquiesced with implicit confidence. But since you will have my opinion, let us con- sider the present state of my affairs. In the course of my life I have often known, and sometimes felt, the difficulty of getting money, but I now find myself involved in a more singular distress, the difticulty of placing it, and if it continues much longer, I shall almost wish for my land again. I perfectly agree with you that it is bad management to purchase in the funds when they do not yield four pounds pei' cent. * * * Some of this money I can place safely, by means of my banker here ; and I shall possess, what 1 have always desired, a command of cash, which I cannot abuse to my prejudice, since I have it in my power to supply with my pen any extraordinary or fanciful indulgence of expense. And so much, much indeed, for pecuniary matters. What would you have me say of the affairs of France .'' We are too near, and too remote, to form an accurate judgment of that wonderful scene. The abuses of the court and government callecl ^.loud for reformation ; and it has happened, as it will always ^iappen, that an innocent well- disposed Prince has paid the forfeit oJ the sins of his predecessors ; of the ambition of Louis the Fourteenth, of the profusion of Louis the Fifteenth. The French nation had a glorious opportunity, but they have abused, and may lose their advantages. If they had been con- tent with a liberal translation of our system, if they had respected the prerogatives of the crown, and the privileges of the nobles, they might have raised a solid fabric on the only true foundation, the natural aris- tocracy of a great country. How different is the prospect ! Their King brought a captive to Paris, after his palace had been stained with the blood of his guards ; the nobles in exile; the clergy plundered in a way which strikes at the root of all property ; the capital an independent republic ; the union of the provinces dissolved ; the fiames of discord kindled by the worst of men ; (in that light I consider Mirabeau ;) and the honestest of the assembly a set of wild visionaries (like our Dr. Price,) who gravely debate, and dream about the establishment of a pure and perfect democracy of five-and-twenty millions, the virtues of the golden age, and the primitive rights and equality of mankind, which would lead, in fair reasoning, to an ecpal partition of lands and money. How many years must elapse before France can recover any vigour, or resume her station among the Powers of Europe ? As yet there is no symptom of a great man, a Richlieu or a Cromwell, arising, either to restore the monarchy, or to lead the commonwealth. The weight of Paris, more deeply engaged in the funds than all the rest of the kingdom, will long delay a bankruptcy ; and if it should happen, it will be, both in the cause and the effect, a measure of weakness, rather than of strength. You send me to Chamberry, to see a Prince and an Archbishop. Alas ! we have exiles enough here, with the Marshal de Castries and the Duke de Guignes at their head ; and this inundation of strangers, which used to be confined to the summer, will now stagnate all the winter. The only ones whom I have seen with pleasure are Mr. Mounicr; the late president of the national assembly, AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. 12$ and the Count de Lally ; they have both dined with me. Mounier, who is a serious dry poHtician, is returned to Dauphine. Lally is an amiable man of the world, and a poet ; he passes the winter here. You know how much I prefer a quiet select society to a crowd of names and titles, and that I alwa}s seek conversation with a vicv/ to amusement, rather than information. What happy countries are Eng- land and Switzerland, if they know and preserve their happiness. I have a thousand things to say to my Lady, Maria, and Louisa, but I can add only a short postscript about the ALadeira. Good Madeira is now become essential to my health and reputation. May your hogs- head prove as good as the last ; may it not be intercepted by the rebels or the Austrians. What a scene again in that country ! Happy England ! Happy Switzerland ! I again repeat, adieu. Lausanne, Jan. 27, 1790. Your two last epistles, of the 7th and nth instant, were somewhat delayed on the road ; they arrived within two days of each other, the last this morning (27th) ; so that I answer by the first, or at least by the second post. Upon the whole, your French method, though some- times more rapid, appears to me less sure and steady than the old German highway, &c. &c. * * * But enough of this. Anew and brighter prospect seems to be breaking upon us, and few events oitJiat kind have ever given me more pleasure than your successful negociation mif[ * * * *\ satisfactory answer. The agreement is, indeed, equally convenient for both parties : no time or expence will be wasted in scrutinizing the title of the estate ; the interest will be secured by the clause of five /tv coit. and I lament with you, that no larger sum than eight thousand pounds can be placed on Beriton, without asking (wh.at might be somewhat impudent) a collateral security, &c. * * * But I wish )-ou to choose and execute one or the other of these arrange- ments with sage discretion and absolute power. I shorten my letter, that I may dispatch it by this post. I see the time, and I shall rejoice to see it at the end of twenty years, when my cares will be at an end, and our friendly pages will be no longer sullied with the repetition of dirty land and vile money ; when we may expatiate on the politics of the world and our personal sentiments. Without expecting your answer of business, I mean to write soon in a purer style, and I wish to lay open to my friend the state of my mind, which (exclusive of all worldly concerns) is not perfectly at ease. In the mean while, I must add two or three short articles, i. I am astonished at Elmsley's silence, and the immobility of your picture, Mine should have departed long since, could I have found a sure opportunity, &c. Adieu, yours. Lausanne, May 15, 1790. Since the first origin {ab ovo) of our connection and correspondence, so long an interval of silence has not intervened, as far as I remember, between us, >S:c. From my silence you conclude that the moral complaint, which I had insinuated in my last, is either insignificant or tanciful. The con- clusion is rash. But the complaint in question is of the nature of a slow lin^'-cring disease, which is not attended with any immediate 126 A SEVERE ATTACK OF THE GOUT— MY PORTRAIT. danger. As I have not leisure to expatiate, take the idea in three words : " Since the loss of poor Deyverdun, I am alone j and even in Paradise, solitude is painful to a social mind. When I was a dozen years younger, I scarcely felt the weight of a single existence amidst the crowds of London, of parliament, of clubs ; but it will press more heavily upon me in this tranquil land, in the decline of life, and with the increase of infirmities. Some expedient, even the most desperate, must be embraced, to secure the domestic society of a male or female companion. But I am not in a hurry ; there is time for reflection and advice." During this winter such finer feelings have been suspended by the grosser evil of bodily pain. On the ninth of February I was seized by such a fit of the gout as I had never known, though I must be thankful that its dire effects have been confined to the feet and knees, without ascending to the more noble parts. With some vicis- situdes of better and worse, I have groaned between two and three months ; the debility has survived the pain, and though now easy, I am carried about in my chair, without any power, and with a very distant chance, of supporting myself, from the extreme weakness and contraction of the joints of my knees. Yet I am happy in a skilful physician, and kind assiduous friends : every evening, during more than three months, has been enlivened (excepting when I have been forced to refuse them) by some cheerful visits, and very often by a chosen party of both sexes. How different is such society from the solitary evenings which I have passed in the tumult of London ! It is not worth while fighting about a shadow, but should I ever return to England, Bath, not the metropolis, would be my last retreat. Your portrait is at last arrived in perfect condition, and now occupies a conspicuous place over the chimney-glass in my library. It is the object of general admiration ; good judges (the few) applaud the work ; the name of Reynolds opens the eyes and mouths of the many ; and were not I afraid of making you vain, I would inform you that the original is not allowed to be more than five-and-thirty. In spite of private reluctance and pubhc discontent, I have honourably dismissed viyself (\x\i portrait). I shall arrive at Sir Joshua's before the end of the month ; he will give me a look, and perhaps a touch ; and you will be indebted to the president one guinea for the carriage. Do not be nervous, I am not rolled up; had I been so, you might have gazed on my charms four months ago. I want some account of yourself, of my Lady, (shall we never directly correspond ?) of Louisa, and of Maria. How has the latter since her launch supported a quiet winter in Sussex ? I so much rejoice in your divorce from that b Kitty Coventiy, that I care not what marriage you contract. A great city would suit your dignity, and the duties which would kill me in the first session, would supply your activity with a constant fund of amusement. But tread soitly and surely ; the ice is deceitful, the water is deep, and you may be soused over head and ears before you are aware. Why did not you or Elmsley send me the African pamphlet* by the post ? it would not have cost much. You have such a knack of turning a nation, that I am afraid you will triumph (perhaps by the force of argument) over justice and humanity. But do you not expect to work at Belzebub's * Observations on the Project for abolLsiing the Slave Trade, by Lord Sheffield- AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. 12/ sugar plantations in tlie infernal regions, under the tender government of a negro-driver ? I should suppose both my Lady and Miss Firth very angry with you. As to the bill for prints, which has been too long neglected, why will you not exercise the power, which I have never revoked, over all my cash at the Goslings ? The Severy family has passed a very favourable winter ; the young man is impatient to hear from a family which he places above all others : yet he will generously write next week, and send you a drawing of the alterations in the house. Do not raise your ideas ; you know / am satisfied with convenience in architecture, and some elegance in furniture. I admire the coolness with which you ask me to epistolize Reynell and Elmsley, as if a letter were so easy and pleasant a task ; it appears less so to me every day. 1790. Your indignation will melt into pity, when you hear that for several weeks past I have been again confined to my chamber and my chair. Yet I must hasten, generously hasten, to exculpate the gout, my old enemy, from the curses which you already pour on his head. He is not the cause of this disorder, although the consequences have been somewhat similar. I am satisfied that this effort of nature has saved me from a very dangerous, perhaps a fatal crisis ; and I listen to the flattering hope that it may tend to keep the gout at a more respectful distance, &c. The whole sheet has been filled with dry selfish business ; but I must and will reserve some lines of the cover for a little friendly con- versation. I passed four days at the castle of Copet with Necker; and could have wished to have shown him, as a warning to any aspiring youth possessed with the daemon of ambition. With all the means of private happiness in his power, he is the most miserable of human beings : the past, the present, and the future are equally odious to him. When I suggested some domestic amusements of books, build- ing, &c. he answered, with a deep tone of despair, " Dans I'etat ou je suis, je ne puis sentir que le coup de vent qui m'a abbatu." How different from the careless cheerfulness with which our poor friend Lord North supported his fiill ! Madame Necker maintains more external composure, viais le Viable ii'y perd rien. It is true that Necker wished to be carried into the closet, like old Pitt, on the shoulders of the people ; and that he has been ruined by the democracy which he had raised. I believe him to be an able financier, and know him to be an honest man; too honest, perhaps, for a minister. His rival Calonne has passed through Lausanne, in his way from Turin ; and was soon followed by the Prince of Conde, with his son and grandson ; but I w^as too much indisposed to see them. They have, or have had, some wild projects of a counter-revolution : horses have been bought, men levied : such foolish attempts must end in the ruin of the party. Burke's book is a most admirable medicine against Jhe French disease, which has made too much progress even in this happy country. I admire his eloquence, I approve his politics, I adore his chivalry, and I can forgive even his superstition. The primitive church, which I have treated with some freedom, was itsell 128 THE ELECTION FOR BRISTOL OF LORD SHEFFIELD. at that time an innovation, and I was attached to the old Pagan estabHshment. The French spread so many lies about the sentiments of the English nation, that I wish the most considerable men of all parties and descriptions would join in some public act, declaring them- selves satisfied and resolved to support our present constitution. Such a declaration would have a wonderful eftect in Europe ; and, were I thought worthy, 1 myself would be proud to subscribe it. I have a great mind to send you something of a sketch, such as all thinking men might adopt. I have intelligence of the approach of my Madeira, I accept with equal pleasure the second pipe, now in the Torrid Zone. Send me some pleasant details of your clomestic state, of Maria, &c. If my Lady thinks that my silence is a mark of indifference, my Lady is a goose. I viust have you all at Lausanne next summer. Lausanne, August 7, 1790. I ANSWER at once your two letters ; and I should probably have taken earlier notice of the first, had I not been in daily expectation of the second, I must begin on the subject of what really interests me the most, your glorious election for Bristol. Most sincerely do I con- gratulate your exchange of a cursed expensive jilt, who deserted you for a rich Jew, for an honourable connection with a chaste and virtuous matron, who will probably be as constant as she is disinterested. In the whole range of election from Caithness to St, Ives, I much doubt whether there be a single choice so truly honourable to the member and the constituents. The second commercial city invites, from a dis- tant province, an independent gentleman, known only by his active spirit, and his writings on the subject of trade ; and names him, without intrigue or expence, for her representative ; even the voice of party is silenced, while factions strive which shall applaud the most. You are now sure, for seven years to come, of never wanting food ; I mean business : what a crowd of suitors or complainants will be- siege your door ! what a load of letters and memorials will be heaped on your table ! I much cjuestion whether even you will not some- times exclaim, Olie / Jam satis est / but that is your affair. Of the excursion to Coventry I cannot decide, but I hear it is pretty generally blamed : but, however, I love gratitude to an old friend ; and shall not be very angry if you damned them with a farewell to all eternity. But I cannot repress my indignation at the use of those foolish, obsolete, odious words, Whig and Tory. In the American war they might have some meaning ; and then your Lordship was a Tory, although you supposed yourself a Whig: since the coalition, all general principles have been confounded ; and if there ever was an opposition to men, not measures, it is the present. Luckily both the leaders are great men ; and, whatever happens, the country must fall upon its legs. What a strange mist of peace and war seems to hang over the ocean ! We can perceive nothing but secrecy and vigour ; but those are excellent qualities to perceive in a minister. From yourself and politics I now return to my private concerns, which I shall methodically consider under the three great articles of mind, body, and estate. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF SDIVARD GIB B 01/. 1 29 r. I am not absolutely displeased at your firing so hastily at the hint, a tremendous hint, in my last letter. But the danger is not so serious or imminent as you seem to suspect ; and I give you my word, that, before I take the slightest step which can bind me either in law, conscience, or honour, I will faithfully communicate, and we will freely discuss, the whole state of the business. But at present there is not anything to communicate or discuss ; I do assure you that I have not any particular object in view : I am not in love with any of the hj'cenas of Lausanne, though there are some who keep their claws tolerably well pared. Sometimes, in a solitary mood, I have fancied myself married to one or another of those whose society and conversation are the most pleasing to me ; but when I have painted in my fancy all the probable conseciuences of such an union, I have started from my dream, rejoiced in my escape, and ejaculated a thanksgiving that I was still in possession of my natural freedom. Yet I feel, and shall continue to feel, that domestic solitude, however it may be alleviated by the world, by study, and even by friendship, is a comfortless state, which will grow more painful as I descend in the vale of years. At present my situation is very tolerable ; and if at dinner-time, or at my return home in the evening, I sometimes sigh for a companion, there are many hours, and many occasions, in which I enjoy the superior blessing of being sole master of my own house. But your plan, though less dangerous, is still more absurd than mine : such a couple as you describe could not be found ; and, if found, would not answer my purpose ; their rank and position would be awkward and ambiguous to myself and my acquaintance, and the agreement of three persons of three characters would be still more impracticable. My plan of Charlotte Porten is undoubtedly the most desirable ; and she might either remain a spinster (the case is not •without example), or marry some Swiss of my choice, who would increase and enliven our society ; and both would have the strongest motives for kind and dutiful behaviour. But the mother has been indirectly sounded, and will not hear of such a proposal for some years. On my side, I would not take her, but as a piece of soft wax which I could model to the language and manners of the country : I must therefore be patient. Young Severy's letter, which may be now in your hands, and which, for these three or four last posts, has furnished my indolence with a new pretence for delay, has ah^eady imformed you of the means and circumstances of my resurrection. Tedious indeed was my con- finement, since I was not able to move from my house or chair, from the ninth of February to the first of July, very nearly five months. The first weeks were accompanied with more pain than I have ever known in the gout, with anxious days and sleepless nights ; and when that pain subsided, it left a weakness in my knees which seemed to have no end. My confinement was however softened by books, by the possession of every comfort and convenience, by a succession each evening of agreeable company, and by a fiow of equal spirits and general good health. During the last weeks I descended to the ground tloor, poor Dcyverdun's apartment, and constructed a chair like Merlin's, in which I could wheel myself in the house and on the 130 FRIENDS AT A DISTANCE — STATE OF MY HEALTH. terrace. My patience has been universally admired ; yet how many thousands have passed those five months less easily than myself. I remember making a remark perfectly simple, and perfectly true ; " At present (I said to Madame de Severy,) I am not positively miserable, and I may reasonably hope a daily or weekly improvement, till soonci- or later in the summer I shall recover new limbs, and new pleasures, which I do not now possess : have any of you such a prospect ? " The prediction has been accomplished, and I have arrived to my present condition of strength, or rather of feebleness : I now can walk with tolerable ease in my garden and smooth places ; but on the rough pavement of the town I use, and perhaps shall use, a sedan chair. The Pyrmont waters have performed wonders ; and my physician (not Tissot, but a very sensible man) allows me to hope, that the term of the interval will be in proportion to that of the fit. Have you read in the English papers, that the government of Berne is overturned, and that we are divided into three democratical leagues? true as what I have read in the French papers, that the English have cut off Pitt's head, and abolished the House of Lords. The people of this country are happy ; and in spite of some miscreants, and more foreign emissaries, they are sensible of their happiness. Finally — Inform my Lady, that I am indignant at a false and heretical assertion in her last letter to Severy, " that friends at a distance cannot love each other, if they do not write." I love her better than any woman in the world ; indeed I do ; and yet I do not write. And she herself — but I am calm. We have now nearly one hundred French exiles, some of them worth being acquainted with ; particu- larly a Count de Schomberg, who is become almost my friend ; he is a man of the world, of letters, and of sufficient age, since in 1753 he succeeded to Marshal Saxe's regiment of dragoons. As to the rest, I entertain them, and they flatter me : but I wish we were reduced to our Lausanne society. Poor France ! the state is dissolved, the nation is mad ! Adieu. Lausanne, April 9, 1791. First, of my health : it is now tolerably restored, my legs are still weak, but the animal in general is in a sound and lively condition ; and we have great hopes from the fine weather and the Pyrmont waters. I most sincerely wished for the presence of Maria, to em- bellish a ball which I gave the 29th of last month to all the best com- pany, natives and foreigners, of Lausanne, with the aid of the Severys, especially of the mother and son, who directed the oeconomy, and per- formed the honours of the /c/.?. It opened about seven in the evening ; the assembly of men and women was pleased and pleasing, the music good, the illumination splendid, the refreshments profuse : at twelve, one hundred and thirty persons sat down to a very good supper : at two, I stole away to bed, in a snug corner ; and I was informed at bfeakfast, that the remains of the veteran and young troops, with Severy and his sister at their head, had concluded the last dance about a quarter before seven. This magnificent entertainment has gained me great credit ; and the expence was more reasonable than you can easilv imagine. This was an extraordinary event, but I give frequent AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON: 13 1 dinners ; and in the summer I have an assembly every Sunday evening. What a wicked wretch ! says my Lady. I cannot pity you for the accumulation of business, as you ought not to pity wt', if I complained of the tranquillity of Lausanne ; we suffer or enjoy the effects of our own choice. Perhaps you will mutter some- thing, of our not being bora for ourselves, of public spirit (I have for- merly read of such a thing), of private friendship, for which I give you full and ample credit, &c. But your parliamentary operations, at least, will probably expire in the month of June ; and I shall refuse to sign the Newhaven conveyance, unless I am satisfied that you will execute the Lausanne visit this summer. On the 15th of June, suppose Lord, Lady, Maria, and Maid, (poor Louisa !) in a post coach, with Elienne on horseback, set out from Downing-Street, or Sheffield-Place, across the channel from Brighton to Dieppe, visit the National Assembly, buy caps at Paris, examine the ruins of Versailles, and arrive at Lausanne, without danger or fatigue, the second week in July; you will be lodged pleasantly and comfortably, and will not perhaps despise my situation. A couple of months will roll, alas ! too hastily away : you will all be amused by new scenes, new people ; and whenever Maria and you, \\ith Scvery, mount on horseback to visit the country, the glaciers, r«Mice for land. S. 142 MV VISIT TO THE NECKER FAMILY A7 COPET. makes you a little blind to their increasing value in the hands of our virtuous and excellent minister. But our regret is vain ; one pull more and we reach the shore ; and our future correspondence will be no longer tainted with business. Shall I then be more diligent and regular.? I hope and believe so ; for now that I have got over this article of worldly interest, my letter seems to be almost finished. A propos of letters, am I not a sad dog to forget my Lady and Maria ? Alas ! the dual number has been prejudicial to both. How happy could I be with either, were t'other dear charmer away. I am like the ass of famous memory ; I cannot tell which way to turn first, and there I stand mute and immoveable. The baronial and maternal dignity of my Lady, supported by twenty years' friendship, may claim the preference. But the five incomparable letters of Maria ! — Next Aveek, however. — Am I not ashamed to talk of next week ? I have most successfully, and most agreeably, executed my plan of spending the month of March at Geneva, in the Necker-house, and every circumstance that I had arranged turned out beyond my expec- tation ; the freedom of the morning, the society of the table and drawing-room, from half an hour past two till six or seven ; an even- ing assembly and card party, in a round of the best company, and, excepting one day in the week, a private supper of free and friendly conversation. You would like Geneva better than Lausanne ; there is much more information to be got among the men ; but though I found some agreeable women, their manners and style of life are, upon the whole, less easy and pleasant than our own. I was much pleased with Necker's brother Mr. De Germain, a good-humoured, polite, sensible man, without the genius and fame of the statesman, but much more adapted for private and ordinary happiness. Madame de Stael is expected in a few weeks at Copet, where they receive her, and where "to dumb forgetfulness a prey," she will have leisure to regret "the pleasing anxious being," which she enjoyed amidst the storms of Paris. But what can the poor creature do ? her husband is in Sweden, her lover is no longer secretary at war, and her father's house is the only place where she can reside with the least degree of prudence and decency. Of that father I have really a much higher idea than I ever had before ; in our domestic intimacy he cast away his gloom and reserve ; 1 saw a great deal of his mind, and all that I saw is fair and worthy. He was overwhelmed by the hurricane, he mistook his way in the fog, but in such a perilous situation, I much doubt whether any mortal could have seen or stood. In the meanwhile, he is abused by all parties, and none of the French in Geneva will set their foot in his house. He remembers Lord Sheffield with esteem ; his health is good, and he would be tranquil in his private life, were not his spirits con- tinually wounded by the arrival of txtry letter and every newspaper. His sympathy is deeply interested by the fatal consequences of a revo- lution, in which he had acted so leading a part ; and he feels as a friend for the danger of M. de Lessart, who may be guilty in the eyes of the Jacobins, or even of his judges, by those very actions and dis- patches which would be most approved by all the lovers of his country. What a momentous event is the Emperor's death ! In the forms of a new reign, and of the Imperial election, the Democrats have at least AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBOA\ 143 gained time, if they knew how to use it. But the new monarch, though of a weak complexion, is of a martial temper ; he loves the soldiers, and is beloved by them ; and the slow fluctuating politics of his uncle may be succeeded by a direct line of march to the gates of Stras- bourg and Paris. It is the opinion of the master movers in France, (I know it most certainly,) that their troops will not tight, that the people have lost all sense of patriotism, and that on the first discharge of an Austrian cannon the game is up. But what occasion for Austrians or Spaniards ? the French are themselves their greatest enemies ; four thousand Marseillois are marched against Aries a.nd A\'\gno\\,t\\Q t?'oupes de lig7ie are divided between the two parties, and the flame of civil war will soon extend over the southern provinces. You have heard of the unworthy treatment of the Swiss regiment of Ernst. The canton of Berne has bravely recalled them, with a stout letter to the King of France, which must be inserted in all the papers. I now come to the most unpleasant article, our home politics. Bosset and La Motte are condemned to fine and twenty years' imprisonment in the fortress of Arbourg. We have not yet received their official sentence, nor is it believed that the proofs and proceedings against them will be published ; an awkward circumstance, which it does not seem easy to justify. Some (though none of note) are taken up, several are fled, many more are suspected and suspicious. All are silent, but it is the silence of fear and discontent ; and the secret hatred which rankled against government begins to point against the few who are known to be well- affected. I never knew any place so much changed as Lausaiine, even since last year ; and though you will not be much obliged to me for the motive, I begin very seriously to think of visiting Sheffield- Place by the month of September next. Yet here again I am frightened, by the dangers of a French, and the difficulties of a German, route. You must send me an account of the passage from Dieppe to Brighton, with an itinerary of the Rhine, distances, expences, (S:c. As usual, I just save the post, nor have I time to read my letter, which, after wasting the morning in deliberation, has been struck off in a heat since dinner. No news of the Madeira. Your views of S. P. are just received ; they arc admired, and shall be framed. Severy has spent the carnival at Turin. Trevor is only the best man in the world. To tlie Same. Lausanne, May 30, 1792. After the receipt of ^'owx penultimate, eight days ago, I expected, with much impatience, the arrival of your next-promised epistle. It arrived this morning, but has not completely answered my expectations. I wanted, and I hoped for a full and fair picture of the present and probable aspect of your political world, with which, at this distance, I seem every day less satisfied. In the slave question you triumphed last session, in this you have been defeated. What is the cause of this alteration '> If it proceeded only from an impulse of humanity, I can- not be displeased, even with an error ; since it is very likely that my own vote (had I possessed one) would have been added to the majority. But in this rage against slavery, in the numerous petitions against the slave trade, was there no leaven of new democratical principles ? no 144 THE SOCIAL WRECKS OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTIOfT. wild ideas of the rights and natural equality of man ? It is these, I fear. Some articles in newspapers, some pamphlets of the year, the Jockey Club, have fallen into my hands. I do not infer much from such publications ; yet I have never known them of so black and malignant a cast. I shuddered at Grey's motion ; disliked the half- support of Fox, admired the firmness of Pitt's declaration, and excused the usual intemperance of Burke. Surely such men as * * *, * * *, * * *, have talents for mischief. I see a club of reform which contains some respectable names. Inform me of the professions, the principles, the plans, the resources, of these reformers. Will they heat the minds of the people? Does the French democracy gain no ground? Will the bulk of your party stand firm to their own interest, and that of their country ? Will you not take some active measures to declare your sound opinions, and separate yourselves from your rotten members ? If you allow them to perplex government, if you trifle with this solemn business, if you do not resist the spirit of innovation in the first attempt, if you admit the smallest and most specious change in our parliamentary system, you are lost. You will be driven from one step to another ; from principles just in theory, to consequences most per- nicious in practice ; and your first concessions will be productive of every subsequent mischief, for which you will be answerable to your country and to posterity. Do not suffer yourselves to be lulled into a false security ; remember the proud fabric of the French monarchy. Not four years ago it stood founded, as it might seem, on the rock of time, force, and opinion, supported by the triple aristocracy of the church, the nobility, and the parliaments. They are crumbled into dust ; they are vanished from the earth. If this tremendous warning has no effect on the men of property in England ; if it does not open every eye, and raise every arm, you will deserve your fate. If I am too precipitate, enlighten ; if I am too desponding, encourage me. My pen has run into this argument ; for, as much as a foreigner as you think me, on this momentous subject, I feel myself an Englishman. The pleasure of residing at Sheffield-Place is, after all, the first and the ultimate object of my visit to my native country. But when or how will that visit be effected ? Clouds and whirlwinds, Austrian Croats and Gallic cannibals, seem on every side to impede my passage. You seem to apprehend the perils or difficulties of the German road, and French peace is more sanguinary than civilized war. I must pass through, perhaps, a thousand republics or municipalities, which neither obey, nor are obeyed. The strictness of passports, and the popular ferment, are much increased since last summer : aristocrat is in every mouth, lanterns hang in every street, and an hasty word, or a casual resemblance, may be fatal. Yet, on the other hand, it is probable that many English, men, women, and children, will traverse the country without any accident before next September ; and I am sensible that many things appear more formidable at a distance than on a nearer approach. Without any absolute determination, we must see what the events of the next three or four months will produce. In the meanwhile, I shall expect with impatience your next letter : let it be speedy ; my answer shall be prompt. Vou will be glad, or sorry, to learn that my gloomy apprehensions AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON: 1 45 are much abated, and that my departure, whenever it takes place, will be an act of choice, rather than of necessity. I do not pretend to affirm, that secret discontent, dark suspicion, private animosity, are very materially assuaged ; but we have not experience, nor do we now apprehend, any dangerous acts of violence, which may compel me to seek a refuge among the friendly Bears (Berne), and to abandon my library to the mercy of the democrats. The firmness and vigour of government have crushed, at least for a time, the spirit of innovation ; and I do not believe that the body of the people, especially the pea- sants, are disposed for a revolution. From France, praised be the demon of anarchy ! the insurgents of the Pays de Vaud could not at present have much to hope ; and should the gardes Jiationalcs, of which there is little appearance, attempt an incursion, the country is armed and prepared, and they would be resisted with equal numbers and superior discipline. The Gallic wolves that prowled round Geneva are drawn away, some to the south and some to the north, and the late e\ents in Flanders seem to have diffused a general contempt, as well as abhorrence, for the lawless savages, who fly before the enemy, hang their prisoners, and murder their officers. The brave and patient regi- ment of Ernest is expected home every day, and as Berne will take them into present pay, that veteran and regular corps will add to the security of our frontier. I rejoice that we have so little to say on the subject of worldly affairs. * * * This summer we are threatened with an inundation, beside many nameless English and Irish ; but I am anxious for the Duchess of Devonshire and the Lady Elizabeth Foster, who are on their march. Lord Malmsbury, the audacieicx Harris, will inform you that he has seen me : him I would have consented to keep. One word more before we part ; call upon Mr. John Nicholls, book- seller and Printer, at Cicero's Head, Red-Lion-Passage, Fleet-Street, and ask him whether he did not, about the beginning of March, receive a very polite letter from Mr. Gibbon of Lausanne ? To which, either as a man of business or a civil gentleman, he should have returned an answer. My application related to a domestic article in the Gentleman's Magazine of August, 1788, (p. 698,) which had lately fallen into my hands, and concerning which I requested some farther lights. Mrs. Moss delivered the letters* into my hands, but I doubt whether they will be of much service to me ; the work appears far more difficult in the execution than in the idea, and as I am now taking my leave for some time of the library, I shall not make much progress in the memoirs of P. P. till I am on English ground. But is it indeed true, that I shall eat any Sussex pheasants this autumn .'' The event is in the book of Fate, and I cannot unroll the leaves of September and October. Should I reach Sheffield-Place, I hope to find the whole family in a perfect state of existence, except a certain Maria Holroyd, my fair and generous correspondent, whose annihilation on proper terms I most fervently desire. I must receive a copious answer before the end of next month, June, and again call upon you for a map of your political world. The chancellor roars ; does he break his chain 1 Vale, • His letters to me for a certain period, which he desired me to send, to aasist him in writ- ing ius Memoirs, is. 146 MADAAfE DE STAEL — SWISS POLITICS, To the Same. Lausanne, Aug-. 23, 1792, When I inform you, that the design of my Enghsh expedition is at last postponed till another year, you will not be much surprised. The public obstacles, the danger of one road, and the difficulties of another, would alone be sufficient to arrest so unwieldy and inactive a being ; and these obstacles, on the side of France, are growing every day more insuperable. On the other hand, the terrors which might have di'iven me from hence have, in a great measure, subsided; our state-prisoners are forgotten: the country begins to recover its old good humour and unsuspecting confidence, and the last revolution of Paris appears to have convinced almost everybody of the fatal consequences of demo- cratical principles, which lead by a path of flowers into the abyss of hell. I may therefore wait with patience and tranquillity till the Duke of Brunswick shall have opened the French road. But if I am not driven from Lausanne, you will ask, I hope with some indignation, whether I am not drawn to England, and more especially to Sheffield- Place ? The desire of embracing you and yours is now the strongest, and must gradually become the sole, inducement that can force me from my library and garden, over seas and mountains. The English world will forget and be forgotten, and every year will deprive me of some acquaintance, who by courtesy are styled friends : Lord Guild- ford and Sir Joshua Reynolds ! two of the men, and two of the houses in London, on whom I the most relied for the comforts of society. Sept. 12, 1792. Thus far had I written in the full confidence of finishing and send- ing my letter the next post ; but six post-days have unaccountably slipped away, and were you not accustomed to my silence, you would almost begin to think me on the road. How dreadfully, since my last date, has the French road been polluted with blood ! and what horrid scenes may be acting at this moment, and may still be aggravated, till the Duke of Brunswick is master of Paris ! On every rational principle of calculation he must succeed ; yet sometimes, when my spirits are low, I dread the blind efforts of mad and desperate multitudes fighting on their own ground. A few days or weeks must decide the military operations of this year, and perhaps for ever ; but on the fairest sup- position, I cannot look forwards to any firm settlement, either of a legal or an absolute government. I cannot pretend to give you any Paris news. Should I inform you, as we believe, that Lally is still among the cannibals, you would possibly answer, that he is now sitting in the library at Sheffield. Madame de Stael, after miraculously escaping through pikes and poignards, has reached the castle of Copet, where 1 shall see her before the end of the week. If anything can provoke the King of Sardinia and the Swiss, it must be the foul destruction of his cousin Madame de Lamballe, and of their regiment of guards. An extraordinary council is summoned at Berne, bict resentment may be checked by prudence. In spite of Maria's laughter, I applaud your moderation, and sigh for a hearty union of all the sense and property of the country. The times require it ; but your last political letter was a cordial to mv spirits. The Duchess of D. rather dislikes a coalition ; amiable creature] The Eliza fv/e call her Bess) is nu-n)us against you AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. 1 47 for not writing. We shall lose them in a it^ days ; but the motions of Bess and the Duchess for Italy or England are doubtful. Ladies Spencer and Duncannon certainly pass the Alps. I live with them. Adieu. Since I do not appear in person, I feel the absolute propriety of writing to my lady and Maria ; but there is far from the knowledge to the performance of a duty. Ever your's. To the Same. Lausanne, Oct. 5, 1792. As our English newspapers must have informed you of the invasion of Savoy by the French, and as it is possible that you may have some trifling apprehensions of my being killed and eaten by those cannibals, it has appeared to me that a short extraordinary dispatch might not be unacceptable on this occasion. It is indeed true, that about ten days ago the French army of the South, under the command of i\I. de Mon- tesquieu, (if any French army can be said to be under any command,) has entered Savoy, and possessed themselves of Chamberry, Mont- melian, and several other places. It has always been the practice of the King of Sardinia to abandon his transalpine dominions ; but on this occasion the court of Turin appears to have been surprised by the strange eccentric motions of a democracy, which always acts from the passion of the moment, and their inferior troops have retreated, with some loss and disgrace, into the passes of the Alps. Mount Cenis is now impervious, and our English travellers who are bound for Italy, the Duchess of Devonshire, Ancaster, &c. will be forced to explore a long circuitous road through the Tyrol. But the Chablais is yet intact, nor can our telescopes discover the tricolor banners on the other side of the lake. Our accounts of the French numbers seem to vary from fifteen to thirty thousand men ; the regulars are few, but they are fol- lowed by a rabble-rout, which must soon, however, melt away, as they will find no plunder, and scanty subsistence, in the poverty and bar- renness of Savoy. N.B. — I have just seen a letter from M. de Mon- tesquieu, who boasts that at his first entrance into Savoy he had only twelve battalions. Our intelligence is far from correct. The magistrates of Geneva were alarmed by this dangerous neigh- bourhood, and more especially by the well-known animosity of an exiled citizen, Claviere, who is one of the six ministers of the French republic. It was carried by a small majority in the General Council, to call in the succour of three thousand Swiss, which is stipulated by ancient treaty. The strongest reason or pretence of the minority, was founded on the danger of provoking the French, and they seem to have been justified by the event ; since the complaint of the French resident amounts to a declaration of war. The fortifications of Geneva are not contemptible, especially on the side of Savoy ; and it is much doubted whether iNI. de Montesquieu is prepared for a regular siege ; but the malcontents are numerous within the walls, and I question whether the spirit of the citizens will hold out against a bombardment. In the mean while the diet has declared that the first cannon fired against Geneva will be considered as an act of hostility against the whole Helvetic body. Berne, as the nearest and most powerful canton, has taken the lead with great vigour and vigilance ; the road is filled with the perpetual succession of troops and artillery ; and, if some 148 THE GENE VO IS ALARMED BY THE FRENCH TROOPS. disafl'ection lurks in the towns, the peasants, especially the Germans, are inflamed with a strong desire of encountering the murderers of their countrymen. M. de Watteville, with whom you dined at my house last year, refused to accept the command of the Swiss succour of Geneva, till it was made his first instruction that he should never, in any case, surrender himself prisoner of war. In this situation, you may suppose that we have some fears. I have great dependence, however, on the many chances in our favour, the valour of the Swiss, the return of the Piedmontese with their Austrian allies, eight or ten thousand men from the Milanese, a diversion from Spain, the great events (how slowly they proceed) on the side of Paris, the inconstancy and want of discipline of the French, and the near approach of the winter season. I am not nervous, but I will not be rash. It will be painful to abandon my house and library ; but, if the danger should approach, I will retreat before it, first to Berne, and gradually to the North. Should I even be forced to take refuge in England (a violent measure so late in the year), you would perhaps receive me as kindly as you do the French priests — a noble act of hos- pitality ! Could I have foreseen this storm, I would have been there six weeks ago ; but who can foresee the wild measures of the savages of Gaul ? We thought ourselves perfectly out of the hurricane latitudes. Adieu. I am going to bed, and must rise early to visit the Neckers at Rolle, whither they have retired, from the frontier situation of Copet. Severy is on horseback, with his dragoons : his poor father is danger- ously ill. It will be shocking if it should be found necessary to remove him. While we are in this very awkward crisis, I will write at least every week. Ever yours. Write instantly, and remember all my commissions. To the Same. I WILL keep my promise of sending you a weekly journal of our troubles, that, when the piping times of peace ai-e restored, I may sleep in long and irreproachable silence : but I shall use a smaller paper, as our military exploits will seldom be sufficient to fill the ample size of our English quarto. Oct. 13, 1792. Since my last of the 6th, our attack is not more eminent, and our defence is most assuredly stronger, two veiy important circumstances, at a time when every day is leading us, though not so fast as our impatience could wish, towards the unwarlike month of November ; and we observe with pleasure that the troops of M. de Montesquieu, which are chiefly from the Southern Provinces, will not cheerfully entertain the rigor of an Alpine winter. The 7th instant, M. de Cha- teauneuf, the French resident, took his leave with an haughty mandate, commanding the Genevois, as they valued their safety and the friend- ship of the republic, to dismiss their Swiss allies, and to punish the magistrates who had traitorously proposed the calling in these foreign troops. It is precisely the fable of the wolves, who oftered to make peace with the sheep, provided they would send away their dogs. You know what became of the sheep. This demand appears to have kindled a just and general indignation, since it announced an edict oi A UTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF ED WARD GiB BON". 1 49 proscription ; and must lead to a democratical revolution, which would probably renew the horrid scenes of Paris and Avignon. A general assembly of the citizens was convened, the message was read, speeches were made, oaths were taken, and it was resolved (with only three dissentient voices) to live and die in the defence of their country. The Genevois muster about three thousand well-armed citizens ; and the Swiss, who may easily be increased (in a few hours) to an equal num- ber, add spirit to the timorous, and confidence to the well-affected : their arsenals are filled with arms, their magazines with ammunition. and their granaries with corn. But their fortifications are extensive and imperfect, they are commanded from two adjacent hills ; a French faction lurks in the city, the character of the Genevois is rather com- mercial than military, and their behaviour, lofty promise, and base surrender, in the year 1782, is fresh in our memories. In the mean while, 4000 French at the most are arrived in the neighbouring camp, nor is there yet any appearance of mortars or heavy artillery. Perhaps an haughty menace may be repelled by a firm countenance. If it were worth while talking of justice, what a shameful attack of a feeble, unoffending state ! On the news of their danger, all Switzerland, from Schaffouse to the Pays de Vaud, has risen in arms ; and a French resident, who has passed through the countr)', in his way from Ratisbon, declares his intention of informing and admonishing the National Convention. About eleven thousand Bernois are already posted in the neighbourhood of Copet and Nyon ; and new r':inforcements of men, artillery, &c. arrive every day. Another army is drawn together to oppose jNI. de Ferrieres, on the side of Bienne and the bishopric of Basle ; and the Austrians in Swabia would be easily persuaded to cross the Rhine in our defence. But we are yet ignorant whether our sove- reigns mean to wage an offensive or defensive war. If the latter, which is more likely, will the French begin the attack ? Should Genoa yield to fear or force, this country is open to an invasion ; and though our men are brave, we want generals ; and I despise the French much less than I did two months ago. It should seem that our hopes from the King of Sardinia and the Austrians of Milan are faint and distant ; Spain sleeps ; and the Duke of Brunswick (amazement !) seems to have failed in his great project. For my part, till Geneva falls, I do not think of a retreat ; but at all events, I am provided with two strong horses, and an hundred Louis in gold. Zurich would be probably my winter quarters, and the society of the Neckers would make any place agreeable. Their situation is worse than mine : I have no daughter ready to lie in ; nor do I fear the French aristocrats on the road. Adieu. Keep my letters. Excuse contradictions and repetitions. The Duchess of Devonshire leaves us next week. Lady Elizabeth abhors you. Ever yours. To the Same. Oct. 20, 1792, Since my last, our affairs take a more pacific turn ; but I will not venture to affirm that our peace will be either safe or honourable. M. de Montesquieu and three commissioners of the Convention, who are at Carrouge, have had frequent conferences with the magistrates of Geneva ; several expresses have been dispatched to and from Paris, L 150 SUCCESS OF THE TROOPS OF THE FRENCH REPUBLIC. and every step of the negotiation is communicated to the deputies of Berne aud Zurich. The French troops observe a very tolerable degree of order and discipline ; and no act of hostility has yet been committed on the territory of Geneva. Oct. 27. My usual temper very readily admitted the excuse, that it would be better to wait another week, till the final settlement of our affairs. The treaty is signed between France and Geneva ; and the ratification of the Convention is looked upon as assured, if any thing can be assured in that wild democracy. On condition that the Swiss garrison, with the approbation of Berne and Zurich, be recalled before the first of December, it is stipulated that the independence of Geneva shall be preserved inviolate ; that M. de Montesquieu shall immediately send away his heavy artillery ; and that no French troops shall approach within ten leagues of the city. As the Swiss have acted only as auxiliaries, they have no occasion for a direct treaty ; but they cannot prudently disarm, till they are satisfied of the pacific intentions of France ; and no such satisfaction can be given till they have acknowledged the new republic, which they will probably do in a few days, with a deep groan of indignation and sorrow ; it has been cemented with the blood of their countrymen ! But when the Emperor, the King of Prussia, the first general, and the first army in Europe have failed, less powerful states may acquiesce, without dishonour, in the determination of fortune. Do you understand this most unex- pected failure ? I will allow an ample share to the badness of the roads and the weather, to famine and disease, to the skill of Dumourier, a heaven-born general ! and to the enthusiastic ardour of the new Romans ; but still, still there must be some secret and shameful cause at the bottom of this strange retreat. We are now delivered from the impending terrors of siege and invasion. The Geneva emigres, par- ticularly the Neckers, are hastening to their homes ; and I shall not be reduced to the hard necessity of seeking a winter asylum at Zurich or Constance : but I am not pleased with our future prospects. It is much to be feai'ed that the present government of Geneva will be soon modelled after the French fashion ; the new republic of Savoy is forming on the opposite bank of the Lake ; the Jacobin missionaries are powerful and zealous ; and the malcontents of this country, who begin again to rear their heads, will be surrounded with temptations, and examples, and allies. I know not whether the Pays de Vaud will long adhere to the dominion of Berne ; or whether I shall be per- mitted to end my days in this little paradise, which I have so happily suited to my taste and circumstances. Last Monday only I received your letter, which had strangely loitered on the road since its date of the 29th of September. There must surely be some disoider in the posts, since the Eliza departed indignant at never having heard from you. The case of my wine I think peculiarly hard : to lose my Madeira, and to be scolded for losing it. I am much indebted to Mr. Nichols for his genealogical communications, which I am impatient to receive; but I do not understand why so civil a gentleman could not favour me,, AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIB BOM. 15I in six months, with an answer by the post : since he entrusts me with these valuable papers, you have not, I presume, informed him of my negligence and awkwardness in regard to manuscripts. Your reproach rather surprises me, as I suppose 1 am much the same as I have been for these last twenty years. Should you hold your resolution of Avriting only such things as may be published at Charing Cross, our future correspondence would not be ver)^ interesting. But I expect and require, at this important crisis, a full and confidential account of your views concerning England, Ireland, and France. You have a strong and clear eye ; and your pen is, perhaps, the most useful quill that ever has been plucked from a goose. Your protection of the French refugees is highly applauded. Rosset and La Motte hav^o escaped from Arbourg, perhaps with connivance to avoid disagreeable demands from the republic. Adieu. Ever yours. To the Same. Nov. 10, 1792. Received this day, November 9th, a most amiable dispatch from the too humble secretary (Miss Holroyd), of the family of Espee (meaning Sheffield-Place), dated October 24th, which I answer the same day. It will be acknowledged, that I have fulfilled my engage- ments with as much accuracy as our uncertain state and the fragility of human nature would allow. I resume my narrative. At the time when we imagined that all was settled, by an equal treaty between two such imequal powers, as the Geneva Flea and the Leviathan France, we were thunderstruck with the intelligence that the ministers of the republic refused to ratify the conditions ; and they were indignant, with some colour of reason, at the hard obligation of withdrawing their troops to the distance of ten leagues, and of consequently leaving the Pays de Gez naked, and exposed to the Swiss, who had assembled 15,000 men on the frontier, and with whom they had not made any agreement. The messenger who was sent last Sunday from Geneva is not yet returned ; and many persons are afraid of some design and danger in this delay. Montesquieu has acted with politeness, mode- ration, and apparent sincerity ; but he may resign, he may be super- seded, his place may be occupied by an enrage, by Servan, or Prince Charles of Hesse, who would aspire to imitate the predatory fame of Custine in Germany. In the mean while, the General holds a wolf by the ears ; an officer who has seen his troops, about 1 8,000 men (with a tremendous train of artillery), represents them as a black, daring, desperate crew of buccaneers, rather shocking than contemptible ; the officers (scarcely a gentleman among them), without servants, or horses, or baggage, lying higgled}' piggledy on the ground with the common men, yet maintaining a rough kind of discipline over them. They already begin to accuse and even to suspect their general, and call aloud for blood and plunder : could they have an opportunity of squeezing some of the rich citizens, Geneva would cut up as fat as most towns in Europe. During this suspension of hostilities they are permitted to visit the city without arms, sometimes three or four hun- dred at a time ; and the magistrates, as well as the Swiss commander, are by no means pleased with this dangerous intercourse, which they dare not prohibit. Such are our fears : yet it should seem on. the 1 5 2 MISERIES OF THE FRENCH EMIGRES. other side, that the French affect a kind of magnanimous justice towards their Httle neighbour, and that they are not ambitious of an unprofitable contest witli the poor and hardy Swiss. The Swiss are not equal to a long and expensive war ; and as most of our militia have families and trades, the country already sighs for their return. What- ever can be yielded, without absolute danger or disgrace, will doubtless be granted ; and the business will probably end in our owning the sovereignty, and trusting to the good faith of the republic of France : how that word would have sounded four years ago ! The measure is humiliating ; but after the retreat of the Duke of Brunswick, and the failure of the Austrians, the smaller powers may acquiesce without dis- honour. Every dog has his day ; and these Gallic dogs have their day, at least, of most insolent prosperity. After forcing or tempting the Prussians to evacuate their country, they conquer Savoy, pillage Germany, threaten Spain : the Low Countries are ere now invaded ; Rome and Italy tremble ; they scour the Mediterranean, and talk of sending a squadron into the South Sea. The whole horizon is so black, that 1 begin to feel some anxiety for England, the last refuge of liberty and law ; and the more so, as I perceive from Lord Sheffield's last epistle that his firm nerves are a little shaken : but of this more in my next, for I want to unburthen my conscience. If England, with the experience of our happiness and French calamities, should now be seduced to eat the apple of false freedom, we should indeed deserve to be driven from the paradise which we enjoy. I turn aside from the horrid and improbable (yet not impossible) supposition, that, in three or four years' time, myself and my best friends may be reduced to the deplorable state of the French emigrants : they thought it as impossible three or four years ago. Never did a revolution affect, to such a degree, the private existence of such numbers of the first people of a great country: your examples of misery I could easily match with similar examples in this country and the neighbourhood ; and our sympathy is the deeper, as we do not possess, like you, the means of alleviating, in some degree, the misfortunes of the fugitives. But I must have, from the very excellent pen of the Maria, the tragedy of the Archbishop of Aries ; and the longer the better. Madame de Biron has probably been tempted by some faint and (I fear) fallacious pro- mises of clemency to the women, and which have likewise engaged Madame d'Aguesseau and her two daughters to revisit France. Madame de Bouillon stands her ground, and her situation as a foreign princess is less exposed. As Lord S. has assumed the glorious character of protector of the distressed, his name is pronounced with gratitude and respect. The D. of Richmond is praised, on Madame de Biron's account. To the Princess d'Henin, and Lally, I wish to be remembered. The Neckers cannot venture into Geneva, and Madame de Stael will probably lie in at Rolle. He is printing a defence of the King, &c. against their republican Judges ; but the name of Necker is unpopular to all parties, and I much fear that the guillotine will be more speedy than the press. It will, however, be an eloquent per- formance ; and, if I find an opportunity, I am to send you one, to you Lord S. by his particular desire : he wishes likewise to convey some copies with speed to our principal people, Pitt, Fox. 1-ord Stormont, &c. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBO.V. 1 53 But such is the rapid succession of events, that it will appear like the Poicvoir Exeadif, his best work, after the whole scene has been totally changed. Ever yours. P.S. The revolution of France, and my triple dispatch by the same post to Sheffield-Place, arc, in my opinion, the two most singular events in the eighteenth century. I found the task so easy and pleasant, that I had some thoughts of adding a letter to the gentle Louisa. I am this moment informed, that our troops on the frontier are beginning to move, on their return home ; yet we hear nothing of the treaty's being concluded. Edward Gibbon Esq. to the Hon. Miss Holroyd. Lausanne, Nov. 10, 1792. In dispatching the weekly political journal to Lord. S. my conscience (for I have some remains of conscience) most powerfully urges me to salute, with some lines of friendship and gratitude, the amiable secre- tary, who might save herself the trouble of a modest apology. I have not yet forgotten our different behaviour after the much lamented separation of October the 4th, 1791, your meritorious punctuality, and my unworthy silence. I have still Isefore me that entertaining nar- rative, which would have interested me, not only in the progress of the carissi/ua fa/nilia, but in the motions of a Tartar camp, or the march of a caravan of Arabs ; the mixture of just observation and lively imagery, the strong sense of a man, expressed with the easy elegance of a female. I still recollect with pleasure the happy com- parison of the Rhine, who had heard so much of liberty on both his banks, that he wandered with mischievous licentiousness over all the adjacent meadows.* The inundation, alas ! has now spread much wider ; and it is sadly to be feared that the Elbe, the Po, and the Danube, may imitate the vile example of the Rhine : I shall be content, however, if our own Thames still preserves his fair character, of Strong without rage, without o'erflowing full. These agreeable epistles of Maria produced only some dumb inten- tions, and some barren remorse ; nor have I designed, except by a brief missive from my chancellor, to express how much I loved the author, and how much I was pleased with the composition. That amiable author I have known and loved from the first dawning of her life and coquetry, to the present maturity of her talents ; and as long as I remain on this planet, I shall pursue, with the same tender and even anxious concern, the future steps of her establishment and life. That establishment must be splendid ; that life must be happy. She is endowed with every gift of nature and fortune ; but the advantage which she will derive from them, depends almost entirely on herself. You must not, you shall not, think yourself unworthy to write to any man : there is none whom your correspondence would not amuse and satisfy. I will not undertake a task, which my taste would adopt, and my indolence would too soon relinquish ; but I am really curious, from the best motives, to have a particular account of your own studies and • Mr. Gibbon alludes to letters written by him to Miss Holroyd, when she was retuniing from Switzerland, along the Rhine, to Kagland. S. 154 HORRID ACCOUNT OF THE MASSACRE AUX CARMES. daily occupation. What books do you read ? and how do you employ your time and your pen ? Except some professed scholars, I have often observed that women in general read much more than men ; but, for want of a plan, a method, a fixed object, their reading is of little benefit to themselves, or others. If you will infgrm me of the species of reading to which you have the most propensity, I shall be happy to contribute my share of advice or assistance. I lament that you have not left me some monument of your pencil. Lady Elizabeth Foster has executed a very pretty drawing, taken from the door of the green- house where we dined last summer, and including the poor Acacia (now recovered from the cruel shears of the gardener), the end of the terrace, the front of the Pavilion, and a distant view of the country, lake, and mountains. I am almost reconciled to d'Apples' house, which is nearly finished. Instead of the monsters which Lord Hercules Sheffield extirpated, the terrace is already shaded with the new acacias and plantanes ; and although the uncertainty of possession restrains me from building, I myself have planted a bosquet at the bottom of the garden, with such admirable skill that it affords shade without intercepting prospect. The society of the aforesaid EHza, commonly called Bess, of the Duchess of D. &c. has been very interesting ; but they are now flown beyond the Alps, and pass the winter at Pisa. The Legards, who have long since left this place, should be at present in Italy; but I believe Mrs. Grimstone and her daughter returned to England. The Levades are highly flattered by your remembrance. Since you still retain some attachment to this delightful country, and it is indeed delightful, why should you despair of seeing it once more .'' The happy peer or commoner, whose name you may assume, is still concealed in the book of fate : but, whosoever he may be, he will cheerfully obey your commands, of leading you from Castle to Lausanne, and from Lausanne to Rome and Naples. Before that event takes place, I may possibly see you in Sussex ; and, whether as a visitor or a fugitive, I hope to be welcomed with a friendly embrace. The delay of this year was truly painful, but it was inevitable ; and individuals must submit to those storms which have overtui^ned the thrones of the earth. The tragic story of the Archbishop of Aries I have now somewhat a better right to require at your hands. I wish to have it in all its horrid details*; and as you are now so much mingled * The Answer to Mr. Gibbon's Letter is annexed, as giving the best account I have seen of the barbarous transaction alluded to. S. Sheffield-Pl,a.ce, November 1791. "Your three letters received yesterday caused the most sincere pleasure to each individual of this family; to none more than myself. Praise, (I fear, beyond my deserts,) from one whose opinion I so highly value, and whose esteem I so much wish to preserve, is more pleasing than I can describe. I had nut neglected to make the collection of facts which you recom- mend, and which the great variety of unfortunate persons whom we see, or with whom we correspond, enables me to make. " As to tliat part of your letter which respects my studies, I can only say, the slightest hint on that subject is always received with the greatest gratitude, and attended to with the utmost punctuality ; but I must decline that topic for the present, to obey your commands, which require from me the horrid account of the massacre aux Car/nes. — Eight respectable eccle- siastics landed, about the beginning of October, from an open boat at Seaford, wet as the waves. The natives of the coast were endeavouring to get from them what they had not, (viz.) money, when a gentleman of the neighbourhood came to their protection; and, finding they had nothing, shewed his good sense, by dispatching them to Milord Sheffield : they had been pilhaged, and with great difficulty had escaped from Paris. The reception they met with at this house, seemed to make the greatest impression on them ; they were in extacy on finding A UTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF ED IVARD GIBBOM. 1 5 5 with the French exiles, I am of opinion, that were you to keep a journal of all the authentic facts which they relate, it would be an agreeable exercise at present, and a future source of entertainment and instruction. I should be obliged to you, if you would make, or find, some excuse for my not answering a letter from your aunt, which was presented to me by Mr. Fowler. I shewed him some civilities, but he is now a poor invalid, confined to his room. By her channel and yours I should be glad to have some information of the health, spirits, and situation of Mrs. Gibbon of Bath, whose alarms (if she has any) you may dispel. She is in my debt. Adieu ; most truly yours. M. de L.illy living: they gradually became cheerful, and enjoyed their dinner: they were greatly aflected as they recollected themselves, and found us attending on them. Having dined, and drank a glass of wine, they began to discover the beauties of the dining-room, and of the chateau : as they walked about, they were overheard to express their admiration at the treatment they met, and/rijw Protestants. We then assembled in the library, formed half a circle round the lire, M. de I. ally and Milord occupying the hearth a l' Atigloise, and ques- tioning the priests concerning their escape. Thus we discovered, that two of these unfortunate men were in the Carmelite Convent at the time of the massacre of the one hundred and twenty priests, ,>nd had most miraculously escaped, by climbing trees in the garden, and from tlience over the tops of the buildings. One of ihem, a man of superior appearance, described, in the most pathetic manner, the death of the Archbishop of Aries, (and with such simplicity and feeling, as to leave no doubt of the truth of all that he said,) to the following purport.— On the second of September, about five o'clock in the evening, at the time they were permitted to walk in the garden, expecting every hour to be released, they expressed their surprise at seeing several large pits, which had been digging for two days past : they said, the day is almost spent ; and yet INIannel told a person who interceded for us last Thursday, that on the Sunday following not one should remain in captivity : we are still prisoners : soon after, they heard shouts, and some musquet-shots. An ensign of the national guard, some commissaries of the sections, and some Marseillois rushed in: the miserable victims, who were dispersed in the garden, assembled under the walls of the church, not daring to go in, lest it should be polluted with blood. One man, who was behind the rest, was shot. ' Point ite coup de fusils' cried one of the chiefs of the assassins, thinking that kind of death too easy. These well- trained fusileers went to the rear ; les piques, les baches, les poignards came forward. They demanded the Archbishop of Aries ; he was immediately surrounded by all the priests. The worthy prelate said to his friends, ' Let me pass ; if my blood will appease them, what signifies it, if I die? Is it not my duty to preserve your lives at the expence of my own?' He asked the eldest of the priests to give him absolution : he knelt to receive it ; and when he arose, forced himself from them, advanced slowly, and with his arms crossed upon his breast, and his eyes raised to heaven, sair\ to the assassins, ' Je siiis celui que vous cherckez.' His appear- ance was so dignified and noble, that, during ten minutes, not one of these wretches had courage to lift his hand against him : they upbraided each other with cowardice, and advanced ; one look from this venerable man struck them with awe, and they retired. At last, one of the miscreants struck off the cap of the Archbishop with a pike ; respect once violated, their fury returned, and another from behind cut him through the skull with a sabre. He raised his right hand to his eyes : with another stroke they cut off his hand. The Archbishop said, Ol inon Dieu ! and raised the other : a third stroke across the face left him sitting ; the fourth extended him lifeless on the ground ; and then all pressed forward, snd buried their pikes and poignards in the body. The priests all agreed, that he had been one of the most amiable men in France ; and that his only crime was, having, since the revolution, expended his private fortune, to support the necessitous clergy of his diocese. The second victim was the General des Bencdictins. Then the national guards obliged the priests to go into the church, telling them, they should appear, one after another, before the Commissaires du section' They had hardly entered, before the people impatiently called for them ; upon which, all kneeling before the altar, the Bishop of Beauvais gave them absolution : they were then obliged to go out, two by two ; they passed before a commissaire, who did not question, but only counted, his victims ; they had in their sight the heaps of dead, to which they were gomg to add. Among the one hundred and twenty priests thus sacrificed, were the Bishops of Zaintes and Beauvais (both of the Rochefoucauld family). I should not omit to remark, that one of the priests observed they were assassinated, because they would not swear to a constitution which their murderers had destroyed. We had (to comfort us for this melancholy story) the most grateful expressions of gratitude towards the English nation, from whom they did not do us the justice to expect such a reception. "There can be no doubt that the whole business of the massacres was concerted at a meeting at the Duke of Orlean's house. I shall make you as dismal as myself by this narration. I must change the style." * * * 156 THE TRAGICAL ROMANCE OF THE FRENCH EMPIRE. Edward Gibbon Esq. to the Right Hon. Lady Sheffield. Lausanne, November 10, 1792. I could never forgive myself, were I capable of writing by the same post, a political epistle to the father, and a friendly letter to the daughter, without sending any token of remembrance to the respectable matron, my dearest my Lady, whom I have now loved as a sister for something better or worse than twenty years. No, indeed, the historian may be careless, he may be indolent, he may always intend and never execute, but he is neither a monster nor a statue ; he has a memory, a con- science, a heart, and that heart is sincerely devoted to Lady S . He must even acknowledge the fallacy of a sophism which he has sometimes used, and she has always and most truly denied ; that where the persons of a family are strictly united, the writing to one is in fact writing to all ; vmd that consequently all his numerous letters to the husband, may be considered as equally addressed to his vvife. He feels, on the contrary, that separate minds have their distinct ideas and sentiments, and that each character, either in speaking or writing, has its peculiar tone of conversation. He agrees with the maxim of Rousseau, that three friends who wish to disclose a common secret, will impart it orA-^ deux a deuxj and he is satisfied that, on the present memorable occasion, each of the persons of the Sheffield family will claim a peculiar share in this triple missive, which will communicate, however, a triple satisfaction. The experience of what may be effected by vigorous resolution, encourages the historian to hope that he shall cast the skin of the old serpent, and hereafter show himself a new creature. I lament, on all our accounts, that the last year's expedition to Lau- sanne did not take place in a golden period, of health and spirits. But we must reflect, that human felicity is seldom without alloy ; and if we cannot indulge the hope of your making a second visit to Lau- sanne, we must look forwards to my residence next summer at Sheffield- Place, where I must find you in the full bloom of health, spirits, and beauty. I can perceive, by all public and private intelligence, that your house has been the open hospitable asylum of French fugitives ; and it is a sufficient proof of the firmness of your nerves, that you have not been overwhelmed or agitated by such a concourse of strangers. Curiosity and compassion may, in some degree, have supported you. Every day has presented to your view, some new scene of that strange tragical romance, which occupies all Europe so infinitely beyond any event that has happened in our time, and you have the satisfaction of not being a mere spectator of the distress of so many victims of false liberty. The benevolent fame of Lord S. is widely diffused. From Angletine's last letter to Maria, you have already some idea of the melancholy state of her poor father. As long as M. de Severy allowed our hopes and fears to fluctuate with the changes of his dis- order, I was unwilling to say anything on so painful a subject ; and it is with the deepest concern that I now confess our absolute despair of his recovery. All his particular complaints are now lost in a general dissolution of the whole frame ; every principle of life is exhausted, and as often as I am admitted to his bedside, though he still looks and smiles with the patience of an angel, I have the heart-felt grief ol AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. 157 seeing him each day drawing nearer to the term of his existence. A few weeks, possibly a few days, will deprive me of a most excellent friend, and break for ever the most perfect system of domestic happi- ness, in which I had so large and intimate a share. Wilhelm (who has obtained leave of absence from his military duty) and his sister behave and feel like tender and dutiful children ; but they have a long gay prospect of life; and new connections, new families will make them forget, in due time, the common lot of mortality. But it is Madame de Severy whom I truly pity ; I dread the effects of the first shock, and I dread still more the deep perpetual consuming affliction for a loss which can never be retrieved. You will not wonder that such reflections sadden my own mind, nor can I forget how much my situation is altered since I retired, nine years ago, to the banks of the Leman Lake. The death of poor Deyverdun first deprived me oi a domestic companion, who can never be supplied ; and your visit has only served to remind me that man, however amused and occupied in his closet, was not made to live alone. Severy will soon be no more ; his widow for a long time, perhaps for ever, will be lost to herself and her friends, the son will travel, and I shall be left a stranger in the insipid circle of mere common acquaintance. The revolution of France, which first embittered and divided the society of Lausanne, has opposed a barrier to my Sussex visit, and may finally expel me from the paradise which I inhabit. Even that paradise, the expen- sive and delightful establishment of my house, library, and garden, almost becomes an incumbrance, by rendering it more difficult for me to relinquish my hold, or to form a new system of life in my native country, for which my income, though improved and improving, would be probably insufficient. But every complaint should be silenced by the contemplation of the French ; compared with whose cruel late, all misery is relative happiness. I perfectly concur in your partiality for Lally ; though Nature might forget some meaner ingredients, of pru- dence, oeconomy, &c. she never formed a purer heart, or a brighter imagination. If he be with you, I beg my kuidest salutations to him. I am every day more closely united with the Neckers. Should P'rance break, and this country be over-run, they would be reduced, in very humble circumstances, to seek a refuge ; and where but in England .'* Adieu, dear Madam, there is, indeed, much pleasure in discharging one's heart to a retil iriend. Ever yours. Edward Gibbon, Esq. to the Rii^ht Hon. Lord Sheffield. [Send me a List of these Letters, with their respective dates.] Lausanne, Nov. 25, 1792. After the triple labour of my last dispatch, your experience of the creature might tempt j-ou to suspect that it would again relapse into a long slumber. But, partly from the spirit 01 contradiction, (though I am not a lady,) and partly from the ease and pleasure which I now find in the task, you see me again alive, awake, and almost faithful to my hebdo- madal promise. The last week has not, however, afforded any events deserving the notice of an historian. Our affairs are still floating on the waves of the convention, and the ratification of a corrected treaty, which had been fixed for the twentieth, is not yet arrived ; but the 1 5 S THE FRENCH ARMY DkSER TED B Y THEIR GENERAL. ' report of the diplomatic committee has been favourable, and it is gene- rally understood that the leaders of the French republic do not wish to quarrel with the Swiss. We are gradually withdrawing and disband- ing our militia. Geneva will be left to sink or swim, according to the humour of the people ; and our last hope appears to be, that by sub- mission and good behaviour we shall avert for some time the impending storm. A few days ago an odd accident happened in the French army ; the desertion of the general. As the Neckers were sitting, about eight o'clock in the evening, in their drawing-room at Rolle,* the door flew open, and they were astounded by their servant's announ- cing ]Mo7isieu7- le Geiie?'al de Montesqideic ? On the receipt of some secret intelligence of a decret d'accusatwfi, and an order to arrest him, he had only time to get on horseback, to gallop through Geneva, to take boat for Copet, and to escape from his pursuers, who were ordered to seize him alive or dead. He left the Neckers after supper, passed through Lausanne in the night, and proceeded to Berne and Basle, whence he intended to wind his way through Gei'many, amidst enemies of every description, and to seek a refuge in England, America, or the moon. He told Necker, that the sole remnant of his fortune consisted in a wretched sum of twenty thousand livres ; but the public report, or suspicion, bespeaks him in much better circumstances. Besides the reproach of acting with too much tameness and delay, he is accused of making very foul and exorbitant contracts ; and it is certain that new Sparta is infected with this vice, beyond the example of the most cor- rupt monarchy. Kellerman is arrived, to take the command ; and it is apprehended that on the first of December, after the departure of the Swiss, the French may request the permission of using Geneva, a friendly city, for their winter quarters. In that case, the democratical revolution, which we all foresee, will be very speedily effected. I would ask you, whether you apprehend there was any treason in the Duke of Brunswick's retreat, and whether you have totally with- drawn your confidence and esteem from that once-'", .ned general ? Will it be possible for England to preserve her neutrality with any honour or safety? We are bound, as I understand, by treaty, to guarantee the dominions of the King of Sardinia and the Austrian provinces of the Netherlands. These countries are now invaded and over-run by the French. Can we refuse to fulfil our engagements, without exposing ourselves to all Europe as a perfidious or pusillanim- ous nation .-' Yet, on the other hand, can we assist those allies, with- out plunging headlong into an abyss, whose bottom no man can discover .-' But my chief anxiety is for our domestic tranquillity ; for I must find a retreat in England, should I be driven from Lausanne. The idea of firm and honourable union of parties pleases me much ; but you must frankly unfold what are the great difficulties that may impede so salutary a measure : you write to a man discreet in speech, and now careful of napers. Yet what can such a coalition avail ? Where is the champio. of the constitution ? Alas, Lord Guildford ! I am much pleased with the Manchester Ass. The asses or wolves who sacrified him have cast off the mask too soon ; and such a non- sensical act must open the eyes of many simple patriots, who might * A considerable town between Lausanne and Geneva. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OE EDWARD GIBBON. 1 59 have been led astray by the specious name of reform. It should be made as notorious as possible. Next winter may be the crisis of our fate, and if you begin to improve the constitution, you may be driven step by step from the disfranchisement of old Sarum to the King in Newgate, the Lords voted useless, the Bishops abolished, and a House of Commons without articles {sans culottes). Necker has ordered you a copy of his royal defence, which has met with, and deserved, uni- versal success. The pathetic and argumentative parts are, in my opinion, equally good, and his mild eloquence may persuade without irritating. I have applied to this gentler tone some verses of Ovid, (Metamorph. 1. iii. 302, &c.*) which you may read. Madame de Stael has produced a second son. She talks wildly enough of visiting England this winter. She is a pleasant little woman. Poor Scvery's condition is hopeless. Should he drag through the winter, Madame de S. would scarcely survive him. She kills herself with grief and fatigue. What a difference in Lausanne ? 1 hope triple answers are on the road. I must write soon ; the ti))ies will not allow me to read or think. Ever yours. To the same. Lausanne, Dec. 14, 1792, Our little storm has now completely subsided, and we are again spectators, though anxious spectators, of the general tempest that invades or threatens almost every country of Europe. Our troops are every day disbanding and returning home, and the greatest part of the French have evacuated the neighbourhood of Geneva. Monsieur Barthelemy, whom you have seen secretary in London, is most courte- ously entertained, as ambassador, by the Helvetic body. He is now at Berne, where a diet will speedily be convened : the language on both sides is now pacific, and even friendly, and some hopes are given of a provision for the officers of the Swiss guards who have survived the massacres of Paris. January i, 1793. With the return of peace I have relapsed into my former indolence ; but now awakening, after a fortnight's slumber, I have little or nothing to add, with regard to the internal state of this country, only the re- volution of Geneva has already taken place, as I announced, but sooner than I expected. The Swiss troops had no sooner evacuated the place, than the Egaliseiirs, as they are called, assembled in arms ; and as no resistance was made, no blood was shed on the occasion. They seized the gates, disarmed the garrison, imprisoned the magis- trates, imparted the rights of citizens to all the rabble of the town and country, and proclaimed a National Convention, which has not yet met. They are all for a pure and absolute democracy ; but some wish to remain a small independent state, whilst others aspire to be- come a part of the republic of France ; and as the latter, though less * Qui tamen usque potest, vires sibi demere tentat. Nee, fuo centimanum dejecerat igne Typhoja, Nunc aimatur eo : nimiClm feritatis in illo. Est aliud levius fulmen ; cui dextra Cycloputn Sasvitiae, flammaeque minus, minus addidit irae ; Tela secunda vocaiit Superi. l6o I AM TRULY ATTACHED TO MY I^ATlVE COUNTRY. numerous, are more violent and absurd than their adversaries, it iS highly probable that they will succeed. The citizens of the best families and fortunes have retired from Geneva into the Pays de Vaud ; but the French methods of recalling or proscribing emigrants, will soon be adopted. You must have observed, that Savoy is now become le dcpart))ient dit JMoni Blanc. I cannot satisfy myself, whether the mass of the people is pleased or displeased with the change ; but my noble scenery is clouded by the democratical aspect of twelve leagues of the opposite coast, which every morning obtrude themselves on my view. I here conclude the first part of the history of our Alpine troubles, and now consider myself as disengaged from all promises of periodical writing. Upon the whole, I kept it beyond our expectations ; nor do I think that you have been sufficiently astonished by the wonderful effort of the triple dispatch. You must now succeed to my task, and I shall expect, during the winter, a regular political journal of the events of your greater world. You are on the theatre, and may often be behind the scenes. You can always see, and may sometimes forsee. My own choice has indeed transported me into a foreign land ; but I am truly attached, from interest and inclination, to my native country ; and even as a citizen of the world, I wish the stability of England, the sole great refuge of mankind, against the opposite mischiefs of despotism and democracy. I was indeed alarmed, and the more so, as I saw that you were not without apprehension ; but I now glory in the triumph of reason and genuine patriotism, which seems to pervade the country ; nor do I dislike some mixture of popular enthusiasm, which may be requisite to encounter our mad or wicked enemies with equal arms. The behaviour of Fox does not surprise me. You may remember what I told you last year at Lausanne, when you attempted his defence, that * * * You have now crushed the daring subverters of the constitution ; but I now fear the moderate well-meaners, reformers. Do not, I beseech you, tamper with parliamentary representation. The present House of Commons forms, \n practice, a body of gentlemen, who must always sympathise with the interests and opinions of the people ; and the slightest innovation launches you, without rudder or compass, on a dark and dangerous ocean of theoretical experiment. On this subject I am indeed serious. Upon the whole, I like the beginning of ninety-three better than the end of ninety-two. The illusion seems to break away throughout Europe. I think England and Switzerland are safe. Brabant adheres to its old constitution. The Germans are disgusted Avith the rapine and insolence of their deliverers. The Pope is resolved to head his armies, and the Lazzaroni of Naples have presented St. Januarius with a gold fuzee, to fire on the Brigands PYanfois. So much for politics, which till now never had such possession of my mind. Next post I will write about myself and my own designs. Alas, your poor eyes ! make the Maria write ; I will speedily answer her. My Lady is still dumb. The German posts are now slow and irregular. You had better write by the way of France, under cover. Direct to Le Citoien Rcbours a Pontalier, France. Adieu ; ever yours. AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. l6l To the Same. Lausanne, Jan. 6, 1793. There was formerly a time when our correspondence was a paini'ul discussion of my private affairs ; a vexatious repetition of losses, of disappointments, of sales, &c. These affairs are decently arranged : but public cares have now succeeded to private anxiety, and our whole attention is lately turned from Lenborough and Beriton, to the political state of France and of Europe. From these politics, however, one letter shall be free, while 1 talk of myself and of my own plans ; a sub- ject most interesting to a friend, and only to a friend. 1 know not whether 1 am sorry or glad that my expedition has been postponed to the present year. It is true, that I now wish myself in England, and almost repent that I did not grasp the opportunity when the obstacles were comparatively smaller than they are now likely to prove. Yet had I reached you last summer before the month of August, a considerable portion of my time would be now elapsed, and 1 should already begin to think of my departure. If the gout should spare me this winter, (and as yet I have not felt any symptom,) and if the spring should make a soft and early appearance, it is my intention to be with you in Uowning-street before the end of April, and thus to enjoy six weeks or two months of the most agreeable season of London and the neighbourhood, after the hurry of parliament is subsided, and before the great rural dispersion. As the Banks of the Rhine and the Belgic provinces are completely overspread with anarchy and war, I have made up my mind to pass through the territories of the French re- public. From the best and most recent information, I am satisfied that there is little or no real danger in the journey; and I must arm myself with patience to support the vexatious insolence of democratical tyranny. I have even a sort of curiosity to spend some days at Paris, to assist at the debates of the Pandjemonium, to seek an introduction to the principal devils, and to contemplate a new form of public and private life, which never existed before, and which I devoutly hope will not long continue to exist. Should the obstacles of health or weather confine me at Lausanne till the month of May, I shall scarcely be able to resist the temptation of passing some part at least of the summer in my own little paradise. But all these schemes must ultimately depend on the great question of peace and war, which will indeed be speedily determined. Should France become impervious to an English tra\-eller, what must I do ? I shall not easily resolve to explore my way through the unknown language and abominable roads of the interior parts of Germany, to embark in Holland, or perhaps at Hamburgh, and to be finally intercepted by a French privateer. My stay in England appears not less doubtful than the means of transporting myself Should I arrive in the spring, it is possible, and barely possible, that I should return here in the autumn : it is much more probable that I shall pass the winter, and there may be even a chance of my giving my own country a longer trial. In my letter to my Lady I fairly exposed the decline of Lausanne; but such an establishmert as mine must not be lightly abandoned ; nor can I discover what adequate mode of life my private circumstances, easy as they now are, could afford me in Eng- land. London and Bath have doubtless their respective merits, and I could wish to reside within a day's journey of Sheffield-Place. But a 1 62 OUTLINE OF A NEW WORK I THINK OF PRODUCING. state of perfect happiness is not to be found here below ; and in the possession of my libraiy, house, and garden, with the rehcs of our society, and a frequent intercourse with the Neckers, I may still be tolerably content. Among the disastrous changes of Lausanne, I must principally reckon the approaching dissolution of poor Sevory and his family. He is still alive, but in such a hopeless and painlul decay, that we no longer conceal our wishes for his speedy release. I never loved nor esteemed him so much as in this last mortal disease, which he supports with a degree of energy, patience, and even cheerful- ness, beyond all belief. His wife, whose whole time and soul are devoted to him, is almost sinking under her long anxiety. The children are most amiably assiduous to both their parents, and, at all events, his filial duties and worldly cares must detain the son some time at home. And now approach, and let me drop into your most private ear a literary secret. Of the Memoirs little has been done, and with that little 1 am not satisfied. They must be postponed till a mature season; and 1 much doubt whether the book and the Author can ever see the light at the same time. But 1 have long revolved in my mind another scheme of biographical writing : the Lives, or rather the Characters, of the most eminent Persons in Arts and Arms, in- Church and State, who have flourished in Britain from the reign of Henry the Eighth to the present age. This work, extensive as it may be, would be an amusement, rather than a toil: the materials are accessible in our own language, and, for the most part, ready to my hands : but the subject, which would afford a rich display of human nature and domestic history, would powerfully adress itself to the feelings of every English- man. The taste or fashion of the times seems to delight in picturesque decorations ; and this series of British portraits might aptly be accom- panied by the respective heads, taken from originals, and engraved by the best masters. Alderman Boydell, and his son-in-law, Mr. George Nicol, bookseller in Pall-mall, are the great undertakers in this line. On my arrival in England 1 shall be free to consider, whether it may suit me to proceed in a mere literary work without any other decora- tions than those which it inay derive from the pen of the Author. It is a serious truth, that I am no longer ambitious of fame or money ; that my habits of industry are much impaired, and that 1 have reduced my studies, to be the loose amusement of my morning hours, the re- petition of which will insensibly lead me to the last term of exist- ence. And for this very reason I shall not be sorry to bind myself by a liberal engagement, from which 1 may not with honour recede. Before I conclude, we must say a word or two of parliamentary and pecuniary concerns, i. We all admire the generous spirit with which you damned the assassins * *. I hope that * * The opinion of parliament in favour of Louis was declared in a manner worthy of the representatives of a great and wise nation. It will cer- tainly have a powerful effect ; and if the poor King be not already murdered, I am satisfied that his life is in safety : but is such a life worth his care ? Our debates will now become every day more in- teresting ; and as I expect from you only opinions and anecdotes, I most earnestly conjure you to send me Woodfall's Register as often AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON: 1 63 (and that must be very often) as the occasion deserves it. I now spare no expcnce for news. I want some account of Mrs. G.'s health. Will my Lady never write .'' How can people be so indolent ! I suppose this will find you at Sheffield-Place during the recess, and that the heavy baggage will not move till after the birth-day. Shall I be with you by the first of May ? The Gods only know. I almost wish that I had accompanied Madame de Stael. Ever yours. To the Sa7ne. Begun Feb. 9, — ended Feb. 18, 1793. The struggle is at length over, and poor de Severy is no more ! He expired about ten days ago, after every vital principle had been exhausted by a complication of disorders, which had lasted above five months : and a mortification in one of his legs, that gradually rose to the more noble parts, was the immediate cause of his death. His patience and even cheerfulness supported him to the fatal moment ; and he enjoyed every comfort that could alleviate his situation, the skill of his physicians, the assiduous tenderness of his family, and the kind sympathy not only of his particular friends, but even of common acquaintance, and generally of the whole town. The stroke has been severely felt : yet I have the satisfaction to perceive that Madame de Severy's health is not affected ; and we may hope that in time she will recover a tolerable share of composure and happiness. Her firmness has checked the violent sallies of grief; her gentleness has preserved her from the worst of symptoms, a dry, silent despair. She loves to talk of her irreparable loss, she descants with pleasure on his virtues ; her words are interrupted with tears, but those tears are her best relief; and her tender feelings will insensibly subside into an affectionate remembrance. Wilhelm is much more deeply wounded than I could imagine, or than he expected himself: nor have I ever seen the affliction of a son more lively and sincere. Severy was indeed a very valuable man: without any shining qualifications, he was endowed in a high degree with good sense, honour, and benevolence ; and few men have filled with more propriety their circle in private life. For myself, I have had the misfortune of knowing him too late, and of losing him too soon. — But enough of this melancholy subject. The affairs of this theatre, which must always be minute, are now grown so tame and tranquil, that they no longer deserve the historian's pen. The new constitution of Geneva is slowly forming, without much noise or any bloodshed ; and the patriots, who have staid in hopes of guiding and restraining the multitude, flatter themselves that they shall be able at least to prevent their mad countrymen from giving them- selves to the French, the only mischief that would be absolutely irretrievable. The revolution of Geneva is of less consequence to us, however, than that of Savoy ; but our fate will depend on the general event, rather than on these particular causes. In the mean while we hope to be quiet spectators of the struggle of this year ; and we seem to have assurances that both the Emperor and the French will com- pound for the neutrality of the Swiss. The Helvetic body does not acknowledge the republic of France : but Barthelcmy, their ambas- sador, resides at Baden, and steals, like Chauvelin, into a kind of 164 ON POLITICS CONTIYENTAL AND BRITISH. extra-otticial negotiation. All spirit of opposition is quelled in the Canton of Berne, and the perpetual banishment of the * * * family has scarcely excited a murmur. It will probably be followed by that of * * *^ * * * : the crime alleged in their sentence is the having assisted at the federation-dinner at Rolle two years ago ; and as they are absent, I could almost wish that they had been summoned to appear, and heard in their own defence. To the general supineness of the inhabitants of Lausanne I must ascribe, that the death of Louis the Sixteenth has been received with less horror and indignation than I could have wished. I was much tempted to go into mourning, and probably should, had the Duchess been still here ; but, as the only Englishman of any mark, I was afraid of being singular ; more espe- cially as our French emigrants, either from prudence or poverty, do not wear black, nor do even the Neckers. Have you read his discourse for the King ? It might indeed supersede the necessity of mourning. I should judge from your last letter, and from the Diary, that the French declaration of war must have rather surprised you. I wish, although I know not how it could have been avoided, that we might still have continued to enjoy our safe and prosperous neutrality. You will not doubt my best wishes for the destruction of the miscreants ; but I love England still more than I hate France. All reasonable chances are in favour of a confederacy, such as was never opposed to the ambition of Louis the Fourteenth ; but, after the experience of last year, I distrust reason, and confess myself fearful for the event. The French are strong in numbers, activity, enthusiasm ; they are rich in rapine ; and, although their strength may be only that of a phrenzy fever, they may do infinite mischief to their neighbours before they can be reduced to a straight waistcoat. I dread the effects that may be pro- duced on the minds of the people by the increase of debt and taxes, probable losses, and possible mismanagement. Our trade must suffer; and though projects of invasion have been always abortive, I cannot forget that the ileets and armies of Europe have failed before the towns in America, which have been taken and plundered by a handful of Buccaneers. I know nothing of Pitt as a war minister ; but it affords me much satisfaction that the intrepid wisdom of the new chancellor, Lord Loughborough, is introduced into the cabinet. I wish, not merely on your own account, that you were placed in an active, useful station in government. 1 should not dislike you secretary at war. I have little more to say of myself, or of my journey to England : you know my intentions, and the great events of Europe must determine whether they can be carried into execution this summer. If * * * has warmly adopted your idea, I shall speedily hear from him ; but in truth, I know not what will be my answer : I see difficulties which at first did not occur : I doubt my own perseverance, and my fancy begins to wander into new paths. The amusement of reading and thinking may perhaps satisfy a man who has paid his debt to the public ; and there is more pleasure in building castles in the air than on the ground. I shall contrive some small assistance for your corre- spondent, though I cannot learn any thing that distinguishes him from many of his countrymen ; we have had our full share of poor emigrants : but if you wish that any thing extraordinary should be done lor this AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBOX. 165 man, you must send me a measure. Adieu. I embrace my Lady and Maria, as also Louisa, if with you. Perhaps I may soon write, without expecting an answer. Ever yours. Death of Lady Sheffield. To THE Same. Lausanne, April 27, 1793. My dearest Friend, for such you most truly are, nor does tliere exist a person who obtains, or shall ever obtain, a superior place in my esteem and affection. After too long a silence 1 was sitting down to write, when, only yesterday morning (such is now the irregular slowness of the English post), I was suddenly struck, indeed struck to the heart, by the fatal intelligence, tlte death of Lady Sheffield, from Sir Henry Clinton and Mr. de Lally. Alas ! what is life, and what are our hopes and projects ! When 1 embraced her at your departure from Lausanne, could 1 imagine that it was for the last time .'' when I postponed to another summer my journey to England, could 1 apprehend that I never, never should see her again ? I always hoped that she would spin her feeble thread to a long duration, and that her delicate frame would survive (as is often the case) many constitutions of a stouter appearance. In four days ! in your absence, in that of her children ! But she is now at rest ; and if there be a future life, her mild virtues have surely entitled her to the reward of pure and perfect felicity. It is for you that I feel, and I can judge of )our sentiments by comparing them with my own. I have lost, it is true, an amiable and affectionate friend, whom I had known and loved above three-and-twenty years, and whom I often styled by the endearing name of sister. But you are deprived of the companion of your life, the wife of your choice, and the mother of your children ; poor children ! the liveliness of Maria, and the softness of Louisa, render them almost equally the objects of my tenderest compassion. I do not wish to aggravate your grief; but, in the sincerity of friendship, I cannot hold a different language. I know the impotence of reason, and I much fear that the strength of your character will serve to make a sharper and more lasting impression. The only consolation in these melancholy trials to which human life is exposed, the only one at least in which I have any confidence, is the presence of a real friend ; and of that, as far as it depends on myself, you shall not be destitute. I regret the few days that must be lost in some necessary preparations ; but I trust that to-morrow se'n- night (May the fifth) I shall be able to set forwards on my journey to England : and when this letter reaches you, I shall be considerably advanced on my way. As it is yet prudent to keep at a respectful, distance from the banks of the French Rhine, I shall incline a little to the right, and proceed by Schaffouse and Stutgard to Frankfort and Cologne : the Austrian Netherlands are now open and safe, and I am sure of being able at least to pass from Ostend to Dover: whence, without passing through London, I shall pursue the direct road to Sheffield-Place. Unless I should meet with some unforeseen accident, and dela\s, I hope, before the end of the month to share your solitude, and sympathize with your grief. All the difticulties of the journeys which my indolence had probably magnified, have now disappeared M 1 66 ARRANGEMENTS FOR VISITING MY FRIEND. before a stronger passion ; and you will not be sorry to hear, that, as far as Frankfort to Cologne, I shall enjoy the advantage of the society, the conversation, the German language, and the active assistance of Severy. His attachment to me is the sole motive which prompts him to undertake this troublesome journey ; and as soon as he has seen me over the roughest ground, he will immediately return to Lausanne. The poor young man lovecl Lady S. as a mother, and the whole family is deeply affected by an event which reminds them too painfully of their own misfortune. Adieu. I could write volumes, and shall there- fore break off abruptly. I shall write on the road, and hope to find a tew lines a poste restante at Frankfort and Brussels. Adieu ; ever yours. To the Same. My dear Friend, Lausanne, May 8, 1793. I MUST write a few lines before my departure, though indeed I scarcely know what to say. Nearly a fortnight has now elapsed since the first melancholy tidings, without my having received the slightest subsequent accounts of your health and situation. Your own silence announces too forcibly how much you are involved in your feelings ; and I can but too easily conceive that a letter to me would be more painful than to an indifferent person. But that amiable man Count Lally might surely have written a second time ; but your sister, who is probably with you ; but Maria, — alas ! poor Maria ! I am left in a stale of darkness to the workings of my own fancy, which imagines everything that is sad and shocking. What can I think of for your relief and comfort ? I will not expatiate on those common-place topics, which have never dried a single tear ; but let me advise, let me urge you to force yourself into business, as I would try to force myself into study. The mind must not be idle ; if it be not exercised on external objects, it will prey on its own vitals. A thousand little arrangements, which must precede a long journey, have postponed my departure three or four days beyond the term which I had first appointed ; but all is now in order, and I set off to-morrow, the ninth instant, with my valet de cliainbre, a courier on horseback, and Severy, with his servant, as far as Frankfort. I calculate my arrival at Sheffield-Place (how I dread and desire to see that mansion !) for the first week in June, soon after this letter ; but I will try to send you some later intelligence. I never found myself stronger, or in better health. The German road is now cleared, both of enemies and allies, and though I must expect fatigue, I have not any apprehensions of danger. It is scarcely possible that you should meet me at Frankfort, but I shall be much disappointed at not finding a line at Brussels or Ostend. Adieu. If there be any invisible guardians, may they watch over you and yours ! Adieu. To the Same. Frankfort, May 19, 1793. And here I am in good health and spirits, after one of the easiest, safest, and pleasantest journies which I ever performed in my whole life ; not the appearance of an enemy, and hardly the appearance of a war. Yet I hear, as I am writing, the cannon of the siege of Mayence, at the distance of twenty miles ; and long, very long, will it be heard. 'autobiographic memoirs of EDWARD GIB BOX. 1 67 It is confessed on all sides, that the French fight with a courage worthy of a better cause. The town of Mayencc is strong, their artillery admirable ; they are already reduced to horsc-tlesh, but they ha\e still the resource of eating the inhabitants, and at last of eating one another ; and, if that repast could be extended to Paris and the whole country, it might essentially contribute to the relief of mankind. Our operations are carried on with more than German slowness, and when the besieged are quiet, the besiegers are perfectly satisfied with their progress. A spirit of division undoubtedly prevails ; and the character of the Prussians for courage and discipline is sunk lower than you can pos- sibly imagine. Their glory has expired with Frederick. I am sorry to ha\'e missed Lord Elgin, who is beyond the Rhine with the King of Prussia. As I am impatient, I propose setting forwards to-morrow afternoon, and shall reach Ostend in less than eight days. The passage must depend on winds and packets ; and I hope to find at Brussels or Dover a letter which will direct me to Sheffield- Place or Downing- Street. Severy goes back from hence. Adieu : I embrace the dear girls. Ever yours. From the Same. Brussels, May 27, 1793. This day, between two and three o'clock in the afternoon, I am arrived at this place in excellent preservation. My expedition, which is now drawing to a close, has been a journey of perseverance rather than speed, of some labour since Frankfort, but without the smallest degree of difficulty or danger. As I have every morning been seated in the chaise soon after sun-rise, I propose indulging to-morrow till eleven o'clock, and going that day no farther than Ghent. On Wed- nesday the 29th instant I shall reach Ostend in good time, just eight days, according to my former reckoning, from Frankfort. Beyond that I can say nothing positive ; but should the winds be propitious, it is possible that I may appear next Saturday, June first, in Downing- Street. After that earliest date, you will expect me day by day till I arrive. Adieu. I embrace the dear girls, and salute Airs. Holroyd. I rejoice that you have anticipated my advice by plunging into busi- ness ; but I should now be sorry if that business, however important, detained us long in town. I do not wish to make a public exhibition, and only sigh to enjoy you and the precious remnant in the solitude ot Sheffield-Place. Ever yours. If I am successful I may outstrip or accompany this letter. Your's and Maria's waited for me here, and over -paid the journey. The preceding Letters intimate that, in return for my visit to Lausanne in 1791, Mr. Gibbon engaged to pass a year with me in England : that the war having rendered travelling exceedingly incon- venient, especially to a person who, from his bodily infirmities, required every accommodation, prevented his undertaking so formidable a journey at the time he proposed. The call of friendship, however, was sufficient to make him overlook every personal consideration, when he thought his presence might 1 68 / ORD SHEFFIELD'S REPORT OF HIS FRIEND'S HABITS. prove a consolation. I must ever regard it as the most endearing proof of his sensibihty, and of his possessing the true spirit of friend- ship, that after having relinquished the thought of his intended visit, he hastened to England, in spite of encreasing impediments, to seethe me by the most generous sympathy, and to alleviate my domestic affliction ; neither his great corpulency, nor his extraordinary bodily infirmities, nor any other consideration, could prevent him a moment from resolving on an undertaking that might have deterred the most active young man. He, almost immediately, with alertness by no means natural to him, undertook a great circuitous journey, along the frontiers of an enemy, worse than savage, within the sound of their cannon, within the range of the light troops of the different armies, and through roads ruined by the enormous machinery of war. The readiness with which he engaged in this kind office of friend- ship, at a time when a selfish spirit might have pleaded a thousand reasons for declining so hazardous a journey, conspired, with the peculiar charms of his society to render his arrival a cordial to my mind. I had the satisfaction of finding that his own delicate and pre- carious health had not suffered in the service of his friend, a service in which he disregarded his own personal infirmities. He arrived in the beginning of June at my house in Downing-Street, safe and in good health ; and after we had passed about a month together in London, we settled at Sheffield-Place for the summer ; where his wit, learning, and cheerful politeness delighted a great variety of characters. Although he was inclined to represent his health as better than it really was, his habitual dislike to motion appeared to increase ; his inaptness to exercise confined him to the library and dining-room, and there he joined my friend Mr. Frederick North, in pleasant arguments against exercise in general. He ridiculed the unsettled and restless disposition that summer, the most uncomfortable, as he said, of all seasons, generally gives to those who have the free use of their limbs. Such arguments were little required to keep society within doors, when his company was only there to be enjoyed ; for neither the fineness of the season, nor the most promising parties of pleasure, could tempt the company of either sex to desert him. Those who have enjoyed the society of Mr. Gibbon will agree with me, that his conversation was still more captivating than his writings. Perhaps no man ever divided time more fairly between literary labour and social enjoyment ; and hence, probably, he derived his peculiar excellence of making his very extensive knowledge contribute, in the highest degree, to the use or pleasure of those with whom he conversed. He united, in the happiest manner imaginable, two characters which are not often found in the same person, the profound scholar and the fascinating companion. It would be superfluous to attempt a veiy minute delineation of a character which is so distinctly marked in the Memoirs and Letters. He has described himself without reserve, and with perfect sincerity. The Letters, and especially the extracts from the Journal, which could not have been written with any purpose of being seen, will make the reader perfectly acquainted with the man. Excepting a visit to Lord Egremont and Mr. Hayley, whom he very AUTOBIOGRAPHIC MEMOIRS OF EDWARD GIBBON. 169 particularly esteemed, ^Ir. Gibbon was not absent from Shefheld- Place till the beginning of October, when we were reluctantly obliged to part with him, that he might perform his engagement to Mrs. Gibbon at Bath, the widow of his father, who had early deser\cd, and invariably retained, his affection. From Bath he proceeded to Lord Spencers at Althorp, a family which he always met with uncommon satisfaction. He continued in good health during the whole summer, and in excel- lent spirits (I never knew him enjoy better) ; and when he went froni Sheffield-Place, little did I imagine it would be the last time I should have the inexpressible pleasure of seeing him there in full possession of health. The few following short letters, though not important in themselves, will fill up this part of the narrative better, and more agreeably, than any thing I can substitute in their place. E. Gibbon to Z^r^ Sheffield. Oct. 2, 1793. The Cork-Street hotel has answered its recommendation ; it is clean, convenient, and quiet. My first evening was passed at home in a very agreeable t^te-ii-tcte with my friend Elmsley. Yesterday I dined at Craufurd's with an excellent set, in which were Pelham and Lord Egremont. I dine to-day with my Portuguese friend, Madame de Sylva, at Grenier's ; most probably with Lady Webster, whom I met last night at Devonshire-House ; a constant, though late, resort of society. The Duchess is as good, and Lady Elizabeth as seducing, as ever. No news whatsoever. You will see in the papers Lord Harvey's memorial. I love vigour, but it is surely a strong measure to tell a gentleman you have resolved to pass the winter in his house. London is not disagreeable ; yet I shall probably leave it Saturday. If any thing should occur, I will write. Adieu ; ever yours. To the same. Sunday afternoon I left London and lay at Reading, and Monday in very good time I reached this place, after a very pleasant airing ; and am always so much delighted and improved, with this union of ease and motion, that, were not the expence enormous, I would travel every year some hundred miles, more especially in England. I passed the day with Mrs. G. yesterday. In mind and conversation she is just the same as twenty years ago. She has spirits, appetite, legs, and eyes, and talks (she was then in her eightieth year. S.) of living till ninety. I can say from my heart, Amen. We dine at two, and remain together till nine ; but, although we have much to say, I am not sorry that she talks of introducing a third or fourth actor. Lord Spenser expects me about the 20th ; but if I can do it without offence, 1 shall steal away two or three days sooner, and you shall have advice of my motions. The troubles of Bristol have been serious and bloody. I know not who was in fault ; but I do not like appeasing the mob by the extinction of the toll, and the removal of the Hereford militia, who 170 A/y T'ls/r To bat/t, althorpe, and london'. had done their duty. Adieu. The girls must dance at Tunbiidge. What would dear little aunt say if I was to answer her letter ? Ever yours, &c. York-House, Bath, Oct. 9, 1793, I still follow the old style, though the Convention has abolished the Christian £era, with months, weeks, days, &c. To the same. YORK-HouSE, Bath, Oct. 13, 1793. I AM as ignorant of Bath in general as if I were still at Sheffield. My impatience to get away makes me think it better to devote my whole time to Mrs. G. ; and dear little aunt, whom I tenderly salute, will excuse me to her two friends, Mrs. Hartley and Preston, if I make little or no use of her kind introduction. A tete-a-tcte of eight or nine hours every day is rather difficult to support ; yet I do assure you, that our conversation flows with more ease and spirit when we are alone, than when any auxiliaries are summoned to our aid. She is indeed a wonderful woman, and I think all her faculties of the mind stronger, and more active, than I have ever known them. I have settled, that ten full days may be sufficient for all the purposes of our interview. I should therefore depart next Friday, the eighteenth in- stant, and am indeed expected at Althorpe on the twentieth ; but I may possibly reckon without my host, as 1 have not yet apprised Mrs. G. of the term of my visit ; and will certainly not quarrel with her for a short delay. Adieu. 1 must have some political speculations. The campaign, at least on our side, seems to be at an end. Ever yours. To the saine. Althorp Library, Tues., 4 o'c. We have so completely exhausted this morning among the first editions of Cicero, that I can mention only my departure hence to- morrow the sixth instant. 1 shall lie quietly at Woburn, and reach London in good time Thursday. By the following post I will write somewhat more largely. My stay in London will depend, partly on my amusement, and your being fixed at Sheffield-Place ; unless you think I can be comfortably arranged for a week or two with you at Brighton. The military remarks seem good ; but now to what pur- pose ? Adieu. I embrace and much rejoice in Louisa's improvement. Lord Ossory was from home at Earning- Woods. To the same. London, Frid., Nov. 8, 4 o'c. W^alpole has just delivered yours, and I hasten the direction, that >'ou may not be at a loss. I will write to-morrow, but I am now fatigued, and rather unwell. Adieu, I have not seen a soul except Elmsley. To the same. St. James's-St., Nov. 9, 1793. As I dropt yesterday the word unwell, I flatter myself that the family would have been a little alarmed by my silence to-day. I am still awkward, though without any suspicions of gout, and have some idea of having recourse to medical advice. Yet I creep out to-day in a chair, to dine with Lord Lucan. But as it will be literally my first going down stairs, and as scarcely any one is apprised of my arrival, A UTOBIOGRA PfflC MEMOIRS OF ED WARD GIBBON, I ^ I I know nothing, I have heard nothing, I have nothing to say. My present lod^ang, a house of Elmsley's, is cheerful, convenient, some- what dear, but not so much as a hotel, a speciesof habitation for whicl* I have not conceived any great affection. Had you been stationary at Sheffield, you would have seen me before the twentieth ; for I am tired of rambling, and pant for my home ; that is to say, for your house. But whether I shall have courage to brave * * * and a bleak down, time only can discover. Adieu. I wish you back to Sheffield-Place. The health of dear Louisa is doubtless the first r/bject ; but I did not expect Brighton after Tunbridge. Whenever dear little aunt is separate from you, I shall certainly write to her ; but at prcacnt how is it possible ? Ever yours. To the same at Brighton. St. James's St., Nov. 1 1, 1793. I MUST at length withdraw the veil before my state of health, though the naked truth may alarm you more than a fit of the gout. Have you ne\'cr observed, through my inexpressibles, a large prominency circa genitalia^ which, as it was not at all painful, and very little trouble- some, I had strangely neglected for many years ? But since my de- parture from Sheffield-Place it has increased (most stupendously,) is increasing, and ought to be diminished. Yesterday I sent for Far- quhar, who is allowed to be a very skillful surgeon. After viewing and palping, he very seriously desired to call in assistance, and has examined it again to-day with Mr. Cline, a surgeon, as he says, of the first eminence. They both pronounce it a hydrocele^ (a collection of water,) which must be let out by the operation of tapping ; but, from its magni- tude and long neglect, they think it a most extraordinary case, and wish to have another surgeon, Dr. Bayley, present. If the business should go off smoothly, I shall be delivered from my burthen, (it is almost as big as a small child,) and walk about in four or five days with a truss. But the medical gentlemen, who never speak quite plain, insinuate to me the possibility of an inflammation, of fever, &c. I am not appalled at the thoughts of the operation, which is fixed for Wed- nesday next, twelve o'clock ; but it has occurred to me, that you might wish to be present, before and afterwards, till the crisis was past ; and to give you that opportunity, I shall solicit a delay till Thursday, or even Friday. In the mean while, I crawl about with some labour, and much indecency, to Devonshire-House (where I left all the fine Ladies making flannel waistcoats) ; Lady Lucan's, &c. Adieu. Varnish the business for the Ladies : yet I am afraid it will be public;— the ad- vantage of being notorious. Ever yours. Immediately on receiving the last letter, I went the same day from Brighthelmstone to London, and was agreeably surprised to find that Mr. Gibbon had dined at Lord Lucan's, and did not return to his lodgings, where I waited for him till eleven o'clock at night. Those who have seen him within the last eight or ten years, must be surprised to hear, that he could doubt, whether his disorder was apparent. Wlicn he returned to England in 1787, I was greatly alarmed by a prodigious increase, which I always conceived to proceed from a rupture. I did not understand why he, who had talked with me on every other subject t72 BAD HEALTfl OF E. CIBBON' ALARMS TTtS FR/EA^DS. relative to himself and his affiiirs without reserve, should never in any shape hint at a malady so troublesome ; but on speaking to his valet de chambre, he told me, Mr. Gibbon could not bear the least allusion to that subject, and never would suffer him to notice it. I consulted some medical persons, who with me supi^osing it to be a rupture, were of opinion that nothing could be done, and said that he surely must have had advice, and of course had taken all necessary precautions. He now talked freely with me about his disorder ; which, he said, began in the year 1761 ; that he then consulted Mr. Hawkins, the sur- geon, who did not decide whether it was the beginning of a rupture, or an hydrocele ; but he desired to see Mr. Gibbon again when he came to town. Mr. Gibbon not feehng any pain, nor suffering any incon- venience, as he said, never returned to Mr. Hawkins ; and although the disorder continued to increase gradually, and of late years very much indeed, he never mentioned it to any person, however incredible it may appear, from T761 to November 1793. I told him, that I had always supposed there was no doubt of its being a rupture ; his answer was, that he never thought so, and that he, and the surgeons who attended him, were of opinion that it was an hydrocele. It is now certain that it was originally a rupture, and that an hydrocele had lately taken place in the same part ; and it is remarkable that his legs, which had been swelled about the ancle, particularly one of them, since he had the erisipelas in 1790, recovered their former shape, as soon as the water appeared in another part, which did not happen till between the time he left Sheffield-Place, in the beginning of October, and his arrival at Althorpe, towards the latter end of that month. On the Thursday following the date of his last letter, Mr. Gibbon was tapped for the first time ; four quarts of a transparent watery fluid were discharged by that operation. Neither inflammation nor fever ensued ; the tumour was diminished to nearly half its size ; the remain- ing part was a soft irregular mass. I had been with him two days before, and I continued with him above a week after the first tapping, during which time he enjoyed his usual spirits ; and the three medical gentlemen who attended him will recollect his pleasantry, even during the operation. He was abroad again in a few days, but the water evidently collecting very fast, it was agreed that a second puncture should be made a fortnight after the first. Knowing that I should be wanted at a meeting in the country, he pressed me to attend it, and promised that soon after the second operation was performed he would follow me to Sheffield- Place ; but before he arrived I received the two following Letters : Mr. Gibbon to Lord Sheffield, at Brighton. Sir. James's Street, Nov, 25, 1793. Though Farquhar has promised to write you a line, 1 conceive you may not be sorry to hear directly from me. The operation of yester- day was much longer, more searching, and more painful than the former ; but it has eased and lighr.ened me to a much greater degree.* No inflammation, no fever, a oelicious night, leave to go abroad to-morrow, and to go out of tot»^n when I please, en attendant the * Three quarts of the same