The human species, acc to the best theory I form of is posed of two distinct races, the men who borrow, and the men who lend. To these twinal diversities may be reduced all those imperti classifications of Gothid Celtic tribes, white men, black men, red men. All the dwellers upoh, "Parthians, and Medes, and Elamites," flock hither, and do naturally fall in with one or other of these primary distins. The infinite superiority of the former, which I choose to designate as the great race, is disible in their figure, port, and a certain instinctive snty. The latter are born degraded. "He shall serve his brethren." There is something in the air of one of this cast, lean and suspicious; trasting with the open, trusting, generous manners of the other.
Observe who have been the greatest borrowers of all ages -- Alcibiades, Falstaff, Sir Richard Steele -- our late inparable Brinsley what a family likeness in all four! What a careless, evement hath your borrower! what rosy gills! what a beautiful relian Provideh he ma, -- taking no more thought than lilies! What pt for money, -- ating it (yours and mine especially) er than dross What a liberal founding of those pedantic distins of meum and tuum! or rather, what a noble simplification of language (beyond Tooke), resolving these supposed opposites into one clear, intelligible pronoun adjective! What near approaches doth he make to the primitive unity, to the extent of one half of the principle at least! --
He is the true taxer who "calleth all the world up to be taxed;" and the distance is as vast between him and one of us, as subsisted betwixt the Augustan Majesty and the poorest obolary Jeaid it tribute-pitta Jerusalem! -- His exas, too, have such a cheerful, voluntary air! So far removed from your sour parochial or state-gatherers, -- those ink-horn varlets, who carry their want of wele in their faces! He eth to you with a smile, and troubleth you with no receipt; fining himself to season. Every day is his dlemas, or his Feast of Holy Michael. He applieth the leormentum of a pleasant look to your purse,which to that gentle warmth expands her silken leaves, as naturally as the cloak of the traveller, for which sun and wind tended! He is the true Propontic whiever ebbeth! The sea which taketh handsomely at each mans hand. In vain the victim, whom he delighteth to honour, struggles with destiny; he is i. Lend therefore cheerfully, O man ordaio lend -- that thou lose not in the end, with thy worldly penny, the reversion promised. bi preposterously in thine own person the penalties of Lazarus and of Dives! -- but, when thou seest the proper authority ing, meet it smilingly, as it were half-way. e, a handsome sacrifice! See how light he makes of it! Strain not courtesies with a noble enemy.
Refles like the foing were forced upon my mind by the death of my old friend, Ralph Bigod, Esq., who departed this life on Wednesday evening; dying, as he had lived, without much trouble. He boasted himself a desdant from mighty aors of that name, who heretofore held ducal dignities in this realm. In his as aiments he belied not the stock to which he pretended. Early in life he found himself ied with ample revenues; which, with that noble disiedness which I have noticed as i in men of the great race, he took almost immediate measures eo dissipate and bring to nothing: for there is somethiing in the idea of a king holding a private purse; and the thoughts of Bigod were all regal. Thus furnishe