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or thirty years before his death, that t!ie writer begs 

 leave to appeal for the juftnefs of the picture he has 

 drawn. Many of thefe are ftill alive : To them he 

 cheerfully fubmlts what he has faid, in nothing doubt- 

 ing but that they will be ready to acknowledge, that 

 frienduiip has in no cafe encroached on the province of 

 truth. 



Fortunate the man of genius may be deemed to be, 

 who dies while he is yet in the vigour of life : Men 

 have been accuQomed to behold with admiration his 

 rapid advances, and they anticipate in idea the pro- 

 grefs he would have made; they forget, that, though 

 like the growing tide, nothing feemed at the beginning 

 capable of wirlillanding its power, yet the time ap- 

 proaches when its vigour Ihall gradually abate, when 

 the feebleft objeft — a grain of faiid itfelJ — Ihrill be fuf- 

 ficient to withHand its force ; and when at laft it fhall 

 Hirink back into itfelf, incapable of any thing but a 

 retrograde progrefs. Happy is tlie man of genius who 

 dies in his youth : He is then the admiration of tlie 

 great ; and little minds fhall never dare, even in miagi- 

 nation, to think they could comprehend the extent of 

 his powers ! 



Do£lor CuUen's external appearance, though ftriking 

 and not unpleafing, was not elegant. His countenance 

 was expTeflive, and his eye in particular remarkably 

 lively, and at times wonderfully expreffive. In his 

 perfon, he was tall and thin, flooping very much about 

 the fliouldcrs. When he walked, he had a contempla- 

 tive look, and did not feem mucli to regard the objects 

 around him. 



