"Now I love you for this-and 't is this delicious mixture within you, which makes you, dear creatures, what you are -and he who hates you for it-all I can say of the matter is, That he has a pumpkin for his head, or a pippin for his heart, -and whenever he is dissected 't will be found so."-Burton's quotation is: Qui vim non sensit amoris, aut lapis est, aut bellua: which he translates thus: He is not a man, a block, a very stone, aut Numen, aut Nebuchadnezzar, he hath a gourd for his head, a pippin for his heart, that hath not felt the power of it. In chap. xxxvi. vol. VI. Sterne has picked out a few quotations from Burton's Essay on Love-Melancholy,* which afford nothing very remarkable, except Sterne's boldness in quoting quotations. By help of another extract+ from Burton, Sterne makes a great figure as a curious reader: "I hate to make mys *See Burton, p. 310. & seq. teries of nothing;~'t is the cold cautiousness of one of those little souls from which Lessius (lib. xiii. de moribus divinis, ch. xxiv.) has made his estimate, wherein he setteth forth, That one Dutch mile, cubically multiplied, will allow room enough, and to spare, for eight hundred thousand millions, which he supposes to be as great a number of souls (counting from the fall of Adam) as can possibly be damn'd to the end of the world, I am much more at a loss to know what could be in Franciscus Ribera's head, who pretends that no less a space than one of two hundred Italian miles, multiplied into itself, will be sufficient to hold the like number-be certainly must have gone upon some of the old Roman souls," &c. The succeeding raillery is very well, but unfair with respect to the mathematical theologist, as the original passage "Franciscus Ribera, in cap, will prove. 14. Apocalyps. will have hell a material and local fire in the centre of the earth, two hundred Italian miles in diameter, as he defines it out of those words, Erivit sanguis de terra-per Stadia mille sexcenta, &c. But Lessius, lib. xiii. de moribus divinis, cap. 24. will have this local hell far less, one Dutch mile in diameter, all filled with fire and brimstone; because, as he there demonstrates, that space cubically multiplied will make a sphere able to hold eight hundred thousand millions of damned bodies, (allowing each body six foot square) which will abundantly suffice." [I believe the damned, upon Lessius's scheme, would be less crouded, than the victims of the African slave-trade have often been, on the middle passage.] "Cum certum sit, inquit, facta subductione, non futuros centies mille milliones damnandorum."* Lucian, in his Necyomantia, allows only a foot to each of the shades; but the opponents of some late acts of the VOL. I. * Anat. of Melanch. p. 156. H legislature must not pride themselves in his patronage. He supposed the tenants of his more merciful hell to be only skeletons, or the shadows, which had accompanied the natural bodies of men upon earth.* Again, at the end of the same chapter in Tristram Shandy; "but where am I! and into what a delicious riot of things am I rushing? I-I who must be cut short in the midst of my days," &c. Burton concludes his chapter on Maids', Nuns', and Widows' Melancholy," in the same manner. "But where am I? into what subject have I rushed? What have I to do?"† &c. દ The preface to Tristram, which is whimsically placed near the end of the third volume, contains another of Bur66 ton's sallies. Lay hold of me,-I am giddy-1 am stone-blind-I 'm dying— I am gone--Help! help! help!" *** * Απαντες γαρ ατεχνώς αλληλοις γίνονται ομοιοι, των ορέων γεγυμνωμένων. εκειντο δ' επ' αλληλοις αμαυροί, &c. † Page 124. Burton, in his Digression of Air, stops himself in a metaphysical ramble, in the same manner. But, hoo! I am now gone quite out of sight: I am almost giddy with roving about. It was observed to me by Mr. Isaac Read, that Sterne had made use of the notes to Blount's Translation of Philostratus. The most striking resemblances are contained in Blount's Observations on Death, in which he has copied nearly the whole of Lord Verulam's Essay on that subject. Blount also declared war against gravity of manners, and there are many eccentricities scattered through his annotations (which are almost as bulky as the explanatory notes to our modern poems) that Sterne had turned to his own account, though it is difficult to trace them distinctly. "I shall just observe by the way, that a pretty passage in the Story of the King of Bohemia and his seven castles; MoDESTY scarce touches with a finger what |