way for another, they have written with an utter disregard both of life and nature, and filled their productions with mythological allusions, with incredible fictions, and with sentiments which neither passion nor reason could have dictated, since the change which religion has made in the whole system of the world.
Numb. 38. Saturday, July 28, 1750.
Diligit, tutus caret obsoleti
Sordibus tecti, caret invidendâ
Sobrius aulâ.Hor.
Who can his boldest wish contain,
Securely views the ruin'd cell,
Where sordid want and sorrow dwell;
And in himself serenely great,
Declines an envied room of state. Francis.
Among many parallels which men of imagination have drawn between the natural and moral state of the world, it has been observed that happiness, as well as virtue, consists in mediocrity; that to avoid every extreme is necessary, even to him who has no other care than to pass through the present state with ease and safety; and that the middle path is the road of security, on either side of which are not only the pitfalls of vice, but the precipices of ruin.
Thus the maxim of Cleobulus the Lindian, μἑτρον ἄριστον, Mediocrity is best, has been long considered as an universal principle, extended through the whole compass of life and nature. The expe-rience
