all arts when perfected, nor inquire how ingeniously
people contrive to do without them—and
I care still less for remains of art that retain no
vestiges of art. Mr. Bryant,)208) who is sublime
in unknown knowledge, diverted me more, yet I have
not finished his work, no more than he has.
There is a great ingenuity in discovering all his
history [though it has never been written] by etymologies.
Nay, he convinced me that the Greeks had totally
mistaken all they went to learn in Egypt,
etc.
by doing, as the French do still, judge wrong by the
ear—but as I have been trying now and then
for above forty years to learn something, I have not
time to unlearn it all again, though I allow this
our best sort of knowledge. If I should die when
I am not clear in the History of the World below its
first three thousand years, I should be at a sad loss
on meeting with Homer and Hesiod, or any of those
moderns in the Elysian fields, before I knew what
I ought to think of them. Pray do not betray
my ignorance: the reviewers and such literati
have called me a learned and ingenious gentleman.
I am sorry they ever heard my name, but don’t
let them know how irreverently I speak of the erudite,
whom I dare to say they admire. These wasps,
I suppose, will be very angry at the just contempt
Mr. Gray had for them, and will, as insects do, attempt
to sting, in hopes that their twelvepenny readers
will suck a little venom from the momentary tumour
they raise—but good night-and once more,
thank you for the prints. Yours ever.
(207) “The History of Manchester,” by
John Whitaker, B. D. London, 1771-3-5. 2 vols. 4to.
“We talked,” says Boswell, “of
antiquarian researches. Johnson. ’All
that is really known Of the ancient state of Britain
is contained in a few Pages. We can know no
more than what the old writers have told us; Yet what
large books we have upon it; the whole of which, excepting
such parts as are taken from these old writers, is
all a dream, such as Whitaker’s Manchester.’”
Life of Johnson, vol. vii. p. 189.-E.
(208) Jacob Bryan, the learned author of “A
New System; or, n Analysis of Ancient Mythology,”
4to. 1774-6, 3 vols.; and of many other works.
His character was thus finely drawn, in 1796, by
Mr. Matthias, in “The Pursuits of Literature:”—“No
man of literature can pass by the name of Mr. Bryant
without gratitude and reverence. He is a gentleman
of attainments peculiar to himself, and of classical
erudition without an equal in Europe. His whole
life has been spent in laborious researches, and the
most curious investigations. He has a youthful
fancy and a playful wit; with the mind, and occasionally
with the pen of a poet; and with an ease and simplicity
of style aiming only at perspicuity, and, as I think,
attaining it. He has lived to see his eightieth
winter (and May he yet long live!) with the esteem
of the wise and good; in honourable retirement from
the cares of life; with a gentleness of manners, and