little consequence; the power is somewhere, and it is a power that has moved the world.  The power is not that of big words and vaunting common places.  Swift left these to those who wanted them; and has done what his acuteness and intensity of mind alone could enable any one to conceive or to perform.  His object was to strip empty pride and grandeur of the imposing air which external circumstances throw around them; and for this purpose he has cheated the imagination of the illusions which the prejudices of sense and of the world put upon it, by reducing every thing to the abstract predicament of size.  He enlarges or diminishes the scale, as he wishes to shew the insignificance or the grossness of our overweening self-love.  That he has done this with mathematical precision, with complete presence of mind and perfect keeping, in a manner that comes equally home to the understanding of the man and of the child, does not take away from the merit of the work or the genius of the author.  He has taken a new view of human nature, such as a being of a higher sphere might take of it; he has torn the scales from off his moral vision; he has tried an experiment upon human life, and sifted its pretensions from the alloy of circumstances; he has measured it with a rule, has weighed it in a balance, and found it, for the most part, wanting and worthless —­in substance and in shew.  Nothing solid, nothing valuable is left in his system but virtue and wisdom.  What a libel is this upon mankind!  What a convincing proof of misanthropy!  What presumption and what malice prepense, to shew men what they are, and to teach them what they ought to be!  What a mortifying stroke aimed at national glory, is that unlucky incident of Gulliver’s wading across the channel and carrying off the whole fleet of Blefuscu!  After that, we have only to consider which of the contending parties was in the right.  What a shock to personal vanity is given in the account of Gulliver’s nurse Glumdalclitch!  Still, notwithstanding the disparagement to her personal charms, her good-nature remains the same amiable quality as before.  I cannot see the harm, the misanthropy, the immoral and degrading tendency of this.  The moral lesson is as fine as the intellectual exhibition is amusing.  It is an attempt to tear off the mask of imposture from the world; and nothing but imposture has a right to complain of it.  It is, indeed, the way with our quacks in morality to preach up the dignity of human nature, to pamper pride and hypocrisy with the idle mockeries of the virtues they pretend to, and which they have not:  but it was not Swift’s way to cant morality, or any thing else; nor did his genius prompt him to write unmeaning panegyrics on mankind!