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For My Own Part I Think No Innocent Species Of Wit Or Pleasantry Should Be Suppressed: And That A Good Pun May Be Admitted Among The Smaller Excellencies Of Lively Conversation.

I Think There Is A Blossom About Me Of Something More Distinguished Than The Generality Of Mankind.

The Connection Between Authors, Printers, And Booksellers Must Be Kept Up.

Addison Writes With The Ease Of A Gentleman. His Readers Fancy That A Wise And Accomplished Companion Is Talking To Them; So Thathe Insinuates His Sentiments And Taste Into Their Minds By An Imperceptible Influence. Johnson Writes Like A Teacher. He Dictates To His Readers As If From An Academical Chair. They Attend With Awe And Admiration; And His Precepts Are Impressed Upon Them By His Commanding Eloquence. Addison's Style, Like A Light Wine, Pleases Everybody From The First. Johnson's, Like A Liquor Of More Body, Seems Too Strong At First, But, By Degrees, Is Highly Relished.

To Abolish A Status, Which In All Ages God Has Sanctioned, And Man Has Continued, Would Not Only Be Robbery To An Innumerable Class Of Our Fellow-subjects; But It Would Be Extreme Cruelty To The African Savages, A Portion Of Whom It Saves From Massacre, Or Intolerable Bondage In Their Own Country, And Introduces Into A Much Happier State Of Life; Especially Now When Their Passage To The West-indies And Their Treatment There Is Humanely Regulated.