the means, may learn to emulate.
The Duke of Bedford's agricultural, is probably the most permanent, as
well as honourable and prominent, feature of his character. In his
politics, like a large majority of statesmen, he attached himself too
much to persons, and attended too little to the ascertainment of
principles. As a politician, he might soon have been forgotten, or have
been remembered with little interest, while as an agriculturist,
posterity for many a century, may with pleasure view the seasons playing
round the foot of his statue.
The statue is in fact as much a monument in honour of agriculture as of
the late Duke of Bedford; and, observing the public interest which this
excites, we cannot but think it would be well if our public ways were
adorned with statues to other noblemen and noble propensities.
To agriculture, undoubtedly, in every country, _the first_ of arts, in
point of time, and perhaps of importance, the first honours may be
allowed; but we deem that a sufficient portion of the attention of our
nobility and great landed proprietors has already been attracted toward
this pursuit; and among the various arts and sciences, we should not
forget that though the _iron_ arts are more useful, the _golden_ are
more precious. A taste for _fine_ art, moreover, has a certain grace of
disinterestedness, which does not attach to an agricultural duke or
great landed proprietor, constantly employing himself in endeavours to
increase the produce of his lands.
Wherefore, though the statue to agriculture and the late Duke of
Bedford, be extremely fit and proper in point of moral social influence,
it makes other statues or other moral works of art yet more necessary
than they were. Britain may boast of many a Cornelia, but where is the
monument to the maternal character? Many a Brutus and many a Maecenas,
but where are the public enticements to disinterested patriotism and the
patronage of art?
* * * * *
O! NEVER LET US MARRY.
"We want no change, and least of all,
Such change as you would bring us."--_Pizarro._
TO ROSA.
If in possession passion die,
And when we marry love deny,
'Tis rapture still to tarry:
If that soft breast must cease to warm,
Those speaking eyes no longer charm,
O never let us marry!
If I shall hang not on thy lip,
Like bees on roses when they sip,
And thence less honey carry;
If
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