metry; and every judging eye must behold them with admiration, as improvements on the lines and lineaments of nature. The truth is, the sculptor or statuary composed the various proportions in nature from a great number of different subjects, every individual of which he found imperfect or defective in some one particular, though beautiful in all the rest; and from these observations, corroborated by taste and judgment, he formed an ideal pattern, according to which his idea was modelled, and produced in execution. Every body knows the story of Zeuxis, the famous painter of Heraclea, who, according to Pliny, invented the chiaro, oscuro, or disposition of light and shade, among the ancients, and excelled all his cotemporaries in the chromatique, or art of coloring. This great artist being employed to draw a perfect beauty, in the character of Helen, to be placed in the Temple of Juno, culled out five of the most beautiful damsels the city could produce, and selecting what was excellent in each, combined them in one picture according to the predisposition of his fancy, so that it shone forth an amazing model of perfection. In like manner every man of genius, regulated by true taste, entertains in his imagination an ideal beauty, conceived and cultivated as an improvement upon nature and this we refer to the article of invention. It is the business of Art to imitate Nature, but not with a servile pencil; and to chuse those attitudes and * Præbet egitur mihi quæso, inquit, ex istis virginibus for mossissimas, dum pingo id, quod pollicitus sum vobis, ut mutum in simulacrum ex animali exemplo veritas transferatur.-Ille autem quinque delegit.-Neque enim putavit omnia, quæ quæreret ad venustatem, uno in corpore se reperire posse; ideo quod nihil simplici in genere omnibus ex parti bus perfectum natura expolivit. C1c. Lib. 2. de Inv. cap. 1. dispositions only, which are beautiful and engaging. With this view we must avoid all disagreeable prospects of Nature, which excite the ideas of abhorrence and disgust. For example, a painter would not find his account in exhibiting the resemblance of a dead carcase, half consumed by vermin, or of a swine wallowing in ordure, or of a beggar lousing himself on a dunghill, though these scenes should be painted never so naturally, and all the world must allow that the scenes were taken from Nature, because the merit of the imitation would be greatly over-balanced by the vile choice of the artist. There are nevertheless many scenes of horror, which please in the representation, from a certain interesting greatness, which we shall endeavor to explain, when we come to consider the sublime. Were we to judge every production by the rigorous rules of Nature, we should reject the Iliad of Homer, the Æneid of Virgil, and every celebrated tragedy of antiquity and the present times, because there is no such thing in Nature as an Hector or Turnus talking in hexameter, or an Othello in blank verse : we should condemn the Hercules of Sophocles, and the Miser of Moliere, because we never knew a hero so strong as the one, or a wretch so sordid as the other. But if we consider Poetry as an elevation of natu ral dialogue, as a delightful vehicle for conveying the noblest sentiments of heroism and patriot virtue, to regale the senses with the sounds of musical expression, while the fancy is ravished with enchanting images, and the heart warmed to rapture and extacy, we must allow that Poetry is a perfection to which Nature would gladly aspire; and though it surpasses, it does not deviate from her, provided the characters are marked with propriety and sustained with genius.. Characters therefore, both in Poetry and Painting, may may be a little overcharged or exaggerated, without offering violence to Nature; nay, they must be exaggerated in order to be striking, and to preserve the idea of imitation, whence the reader and spectator derive in many instances their chief delight. If we meet a common acquaintance in the street, we see him without emotion; but should we chance to spy his portrait well executed, we are struck with pleasing admiration. In this case the pleasure arises entirely from the imitation. We every day hear unmoved the natives of Ireland and Scotland speaking their own dialects; but should an Englishman mimic either, we are apt to burst out into a loud laugh of applause, being surprised and tickled by the imitation alone, though at the same time we cannot but allow that the imitation is imperfect. We are more affected by reading Shakespeare's description of Dover Cliff, and Otway's picture of the Old Hag, than we should be, were we actually placed on the summit of the one, or met in reality with such a beldame as the other, because in reading these descriptions we refer to our own experience, and perceive with surprise the justness of the imitations. But if it is so close as to be mistaken for Nature, the pleasure then will cease, because the μίμησις or imitation no longer appears. Aristotle says, that all Poetry and Music is imitation,* whether epic, tragic, or comic, whether vocal or instrumental, from the pipe or the lyre. He observes, that in man there is a propensity to imitate even from his infancy; that the first perceptions of the mind are acquired by imitation; and seems to think that the pleasure derived from imitation is the gratification of * Εποποιΐα δὴ καὶ ἡ τῆς τραγωδίας ποισις, ἔτι δὲ κωμωδία ? καὶ ἡ διθυραμβοποιητικὴ καὶ τῆς αὐλικής η' πλείτη και πιθαριτικής, πάσαι τογχαίεσιν ἔσαι μιμὴς εἰς τὸ συνόλον. an appetite implanted by Nature. We should rather think the pleasure it gives, arises from the mind's contemplating that excellency of art, which thus rivals Nature, and seems to vie with her in creating such a striking resemblance of her works. Thus the arts may be justly termed imitative even in the article of invention for in forming a character, contriving an incident, and describing a scene, he must still keep Nature in view, and refer every particular of his invention to her standard; otherwise his production will be destitute of truth and probability, without which the beauties of imitation cannot subsist. It will be a monster of incongruity, such as Horace alludes to, in the beginning of his Epistle to the Pisos : Humano capiti cervicem pictor equinam Suppose a painter to a human head Would you not laugh such pictures to behold? The magazine of Nature supplies all those images, which compose the most beautiful imitations. This the artist examines occasionally, as he would consult a collection of masterly sketches; and selecting particulars for his purpose, mingles the ideas with a kind of enthusiasm, or rò delov, which is that gift of Heaven we call Genius, and finally produces such a whole, as commands admiration and applause. ESSAY XIV. THE HE study of Polite Literature is generally sup posed to include all the Liberal Arts of Poetry, Painting, Sculpture, Music, Eloquence, and Architecture. All these are founded on imitation; and all of them mutually assist and illustrate each other. But as Painting, Sculpture, Music, and Architecture, cannot be perfectly attained without long practice of manual operation, we shall distinguish them from Poetry and Eloquence, which depend entirely on the faculties of the mind; and on these last, as on the Arts, which immediately constitute the Belles Lettres, employ our attention in the present enquiry; or, if it should run to a greater length than we propose, it shall be confined to Poetry alone; a subject that comprehends, in its fullest extent, the province of Taste, or what is called Polite Literature; and differs essentially from Eloquence, both in its end and origin. Poetry sprang from ease, and was consecrated to pleasure; whereas Eloquence arose from necessity, and aims at conviction. When we say Poetry sprang from ease, perhaps we ought to except that species of it, which owed its rise to inspiration and enthusiasm, and properly belonged to the culture of Religion. In the first ages of mankind, and even in the original state of Nature, the unlettered mind must have been struck with sublime conceptions, with admiration and awe, by those great phenomena, which, though every day repeated, can never be viewed without internal emotion. Those would break forth in exclamations expressive of the passion produced, whether surprise or gratitude, terror or exultation. Vol. V. Z |