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The SECOND are the Tartar race, comprehending the Chinese and the Japanese. Their countenances are broad and wrinkled, even in youth; their noses short and flat; their eyes little, cheek-bones high, and teeth large; their complexions are olive, and the hair black.

The THIRD are the Southern Asiatics, inhabitants of India. These are of a slender shape, have long straight black hair, and generally Roman noses. They are slothful, submissive, cowardly and effemi

nate.

The Negroes of Africa constitute the FOURTH striking variety in the human species. They are of a black colour, having downy soft hair, short and black; their beards often turn grey, and sometimes white; their noses are flat and short, their lips thick, and their teeth of an ivory whiteness.

The Natives of America are the FIFTH race of men. They are of a copper colour, with black thick straight hair, flat noses, high cheek-bones, and small eyes.

The Europeans may be considered as the SIXTH and last variety of the human kind, whose features we need not describe.

Buck's Theological Dictionary.

Man has been defined " a rational creature;" but some of the brute creation, such as the horse, dog, elephant, &c. discover such traits of reason, as show them to be by no means peculiarly and exclusively confined to Man. He is therefore, and perhaps with more propriety, called a religious animal, since no creature, except Man, appears to have any sense of religion.

Deep in the bosom of his universe,

Bishop Wilkin.

Dropt down that reas'ning mite, that insect, Man,

To crawl, to gaze, to wonder at the scene.

YOUNG.

Man is the most wonderful and unaccountable composition in the whole creation. He hath capacities to lodge a much greater variety of knowledge than ever he will be master of, and an unsatisfied curiosity to tread the secret paths of Nature and Providence; but with organs, in their present structure, rather fitted to serve the necessities of a vile body, than to minister to his understanding:

and, from the little spot to which he is chained, he can frame but wandering guesses concerning the innumerable worlds of light that encompass him; which, though in themselves of a prodigious bigness, do but just glimmer in the remote spaces of the heavens; and when, with a great deal of time and pains, he hath laboured a little way up the steep ascent of truth, and beholds with pity the grovelling multitudes beneath-in a moment his foot slips, and he tumbles headlong into the grave. Spectator.

To take the character of Man from history, he is a creature capable of any thing; the most infernally cruel and horrid, when actuated by interest or passion, and not in immediate fear of punishment from his fellow-creatures; for damnation lies out of sight.

Gent's Political Disquisitions.

Man is a very worm by birth,

Vile reptile, weak and vain!

Awhile he crawls upon the earth,

Then sinks to earth again.

POPE.

The greatest miracle in Man is the successive renovation and duration of the species, without knowing how; we think, without perceiving the cause of thought. Matter is foreign covering, united to us in a manner unknown. Four cray.

The height of our stature may be six or seven feet, and we would fain have it sixteen; the length of our age may reach to a hundred years, and we would fain have it a thousand; we are born to grovel upon the earth, and we would fain soar up to the skies. We cannot comprehend the growth of a kernel or seed, the frame of an ant or a bee; we are amazed at the wisdom of the one, and industry of the other; and yet we will know the figures, the courses, the influences of all those glorious celestial bodies, and the end for which they were made. We pretend to give a clear account how thunder and lightning (the great artillery of God Almighty) are produced; and we cannot tell how the voice of Man is framedthat poor little noise we make every time we speak. The motion of the sun is plain and evident to some astronomers, and that of the

earth to others; yet we do not know which of them moves, and
meet with many seeming impossibilities in both the subject is
beyond the reach of human reason or comprehension. Nay, we do
not so much as know what motion is, nor how a stone moves from
our hand, when we throw it across the street. Of all these, that
most ancient and divine writer gives the best account, in that short
satire, "Vain man would fain be wise, when he is born like a wild
ass's colt."
Sir William Temple.

Great Heav'n! how frail thy creature Man is made;
How by himself insensibly betray'd;

In our own strength unhappily secure,
Too little cautious of the adverse pow'r ;
And, by the blast of self-opinion mov'd,
We wish to charm, and seek to be belov'd.
On pleasure's flow'ry brink we idly stray,
Masters as yet of our returning way;
Seeing no danger, we disarm our mind,

And give our conduct to the waves and wind.

PRIOR.

That men might never be without a rule to direct their conduct by, nor without a judge whose authority should enforce its observation, the Author of Nature has made Man the immediate judge of mankind, and has created him after his own image, and appointed him his vicegerent upon earth, to superintend the behaviour of his brethren.

They are taught by nature to acknowledge that power and jurisdiction which has thus been conferred upon him, and to tremble or exult, according as they imagine that they have either merited his censure, or deserved his applause. Adam Smith.

Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise and rudely great;
With too much knowledge for the sceptic side,
With too much weakness for the stoic's pride,
He hangs between, in doubt to act or rest,
In doubt to deem himself a god or beast;
In doubt his mind or body to prefer;
Born but to die, and reasoning but to err;

Alike in ignorance, his reason such,
Whether he thinks too little or too much :
Chaos of thought, and passion all confus'd,
Still by himself abus'd or disabus'd:
Created half to rise, and half to fall;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd,
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.

POPE.

What an incongruous animal is Man! How unsettled in his best part, in his soul! and how changeable and variable in his frame of body! The constancy of the one shook by every notion; the temperament of the other assailed by every blast of wind! What is bealth altogether, but one mighty inconsistency? Sickness and pain is the lot of one half of him; doubt and fear the portion of the other. What a bustle we make about passing our time, when all our space is but a point! What aims and ambitions are crowded into this little instant of our life, which, as Shakspeare finely words it," is rounded with a sleep." Our whole extent of being is no more in the eye of Him who gave it, than a scarce perceptible moment of duration. Pope.

And shall a man arraign the skies,

Because man lives, and mourns, and dies?

Impatient reptile! Reason cried,

Arraign thy passion and thy pride;

Retire, and commune with thy heart;

Ask whence thou cam'st, and what thou art:

Explore thy body and thy mind;

Thy station too, why here assign'd.
That search will teach thee life to prize,
And make thee grateful, good, and wise.
Why do you roam to foreign climes,
To study nations, modes, and times;
A science often dearly bought,
And often what avails you nought!
Go, Man, and act a wiser part :
Study the science of your heart:

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This home philosophy, you know,
Was priz'd some thousand years ago.
Then why abroad a frequent guest?
Why such a stranger to your breast?
Why turn so many volumes o'er,
Till Dodsley can supply no more?
Not all the volumes on thy shelf
Are worth that single volume, Self:
For, who this sacred book declines,
Howe'er in other arts he shines;
Tho' smit with Pindar's noble rage,
Or vers'd in Tully's manly page;
Tho' deeply read in Plato's school;
With all his knowledge is a fool.
Proclaim the truth-say, what is man?
His body from the dust began;

And, when a few short years are o'er,
The crumbling fabric is no more.

DR. COTTON.

Man is alone born crying, lives complaining, and dies disap

pointed.

Sir Wm. Temple.

YOUNG.

Poor pensioners on the bounty of an hour! Men are born with two eyes, but with one tongue; in order that they should see twice as much as they say; but, from their conduct one would suppose, that they were born with two tongues and one eye; for those talk the most, who observe the least, and obtrude their remarks upon every thing, who have seen into nothing.

Attend then, wretched youth, in time attend,

To every natural cause and moral end.

Look into Man, with philosophic eye;

Consider what we are, consider why:

Know, we are posted here by power divine;

And think what post that power has destin'd thine.

A Translation from Religio Philosophi, by Wm. Hay.

Man is an imitative animal; this quality is the germ of all education in him; from his cradle to his grave, he is learning to do what he sees others do. Harriott's Struggles.

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