idst not improve
thy native village and thy various homes with a solid, a lofty, and a
noble taste, thou didst nevertheless very singularly improve. And thy
posterity, in avoiding the faults of thy masonry, will be grateful for
the effects of thy ambition. The same demi-philosophy which influenced
thee in private life exercised a far benigner and happier power over
thee in public. Thou wert not idly vexatious in vestries, nor ordinarily
tyrannic in thy parish; if thou wert ever arbitrary it was only when thy
pleasure was checked, or thy vanity wounded. At other times thou didst
leave events to their legitimate course, so that in thy latter years
thou wert justly popular in thy parish; and in the grave thy great good
fortune will outshine thy few bad qualities, and men will say of thee
with a kindly, not an erring judgment, "In private life he was not worse
than the Rufers who came to this bar; in public life he was better than
those who kept a public before him." Hark! those huzzas! what is the
burden of that chorus? Oh, grateful and never time-serving Britons, have
ye modified already for another the song ye made so solely in honour of
Gentleman George: and must we, lest we lose the custom of the public and
the good things of the tap-room,--roust we roar with throats yet hoarse
with our fervour for the old words, our ardour for the new--
"Here's to Mariner Bill, God bless him!
God bless him!
God bless him!
Here 's to Mariner Bill, God bless him!"
TOMLINSONIANA;
OR,
THE POSTHUMOUS WRITINGS
OF THE CELEBRATED
AUGUSTUS TOMLINSON,
PROFESSOR OF MORAL PHILOSOPHY IN THE UNIVERSITY OF -------
ADDRESSED TO HIS PUPILS,
AND COMPRISING
I
MAXIMS ON THE POPULAR ART OF CREATING, ILLUSTRATED BY TEN CHARACTERS,
BEING AN INTRODUCTION TO THAT NOBLE SCIENCE BY WHICH EVERY MAN MAY
BECOME HIS OWN ROGUE.
II
BRACHYLOGIA; OR, ESSAYS CRITICAL, SENTIMENTAL, MORAL, AND ORIGINAL.
INTRODUCTION.
Having lately been travelling in Germany, I spent some time at that
University in which Augustus Tomlinson presided as Professor of Moral
Philosophy. I found that that great man died, after a lingering illness,
in the beginning of the year 1822, perfectly resigned to his fate, and
conversing, even on his deathbed, on the divine myste
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