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sway, and those whom nature has gifted with talents and observation, are exulting in a brilliant world before them, of which they are enjoying the prospective felicity, without tasting much of the bitterness; and that this extensive treatise, so varied in the subjects embraced, so patiently collected by a lengthened labour of investigation and reflection, and entering on views so adverse to all that reason had previously taught men to believe, and so repulsive to the common feelings of the world, was the first literary attempt which the author deigned to place before the public. Perhaps a very close examination of the early habits and conduct of the author, could the materials of such be obtained, would scarcely furnish us with a clue to so singular a riddle; but in a general sense, we may not diverge far from the truth in supposing, that the circumstances of
his earlier intercourse with the world, had not prompted the author to entertain a very charitable view of mankind, and that the bitterness thus engendered coming under the cognizance of his reflective mind, instead of turning him into a stoic and practical enemy of his species, produced that singular system which, holding out nothing but doubt as the end of all mortal investigations, struck a silent blow at the dignity of human nature, and at much of its happiness. In a very singular passage, he thus speaks of his comfortless philosophy, and of the feelings it produces in the mind of its Cain-like fabricator. "I am first affrighted and confounded with that forlorn solitude in which I am placed in my philosophy, and fancy myself some strange uncouth monster, who, not being able to mingle and unite in society, has been expelled all human commerce, and left utterly abandoned and disconsolate. Fain would I run into the crowd for shelter and warmth, but cannot prevail with myself to mix with such deformity. I call upon others to join me, in order to make a company apart, but no one will hearken to me. Every one keeps at a distance, and dreads that storm which beats upon me from every side. I have exposed myself to the enmity of all metaphysicians, logicians, mathematicians, and even theologians; and can I wonder at the insults I must suffer? I have declared my disapprobation of their systems; and can I be surprised if they should express a hatred of mine and of my person? When I look abroad, I foresee on every side dispute, contradiction, anger, calumny, and detraction. When I turn my eye inward, I find nothing- but doubt and ignorance. All the world conspires to oppose and contradict me: though such is my weakness, that I feel all my opinions loosen and fall of themselves, when unsupported by the approbation of others. Every step I take is with hesitation, and every new reflection makes me dread an error and absurdity in my reasoning."<ref>Works, i. p. 335. </ref> In the same spirit he writes to his friend, Mr Henry Home, immediately after the publication of the treatise: "Those," he says, " who are accustomed to reflect on such abstract subjects, are commonly full of prejudices; and those who are unprejudiced, are unacquainted with metaphysical reasonings. My principles are also so remote from all the vulgar sentiments on the subject, that were they to take place, they would produce almost a total alteration in
philosophy ; and you know revolutions of this kind are not easily brought about."<ref>Tytler's Life of Kames.</ref>


Hume, when the reflection of more advanced life, and his habits of unceasing thought had made a more clear arrangement in his mind, of the principles of his philosophy, found many things to blame and alter in his treatise, not so much in the fundamental arguments, as in their want of arrangement, and the obscure garb of words in which he had clothed them. On the feelings he entertained on this subject, we find him afterwards writing to Dr John Stewart, and we shall here quote a rather mutilated fragment of this epistle, which has
sway, and those whom nature has gifted with talents and observation, are exult-
ing in a brilliant world before them, of which they are enjoying the prospective
felicity, without tasting much of the bitterness ; and that this extensive treatise,
so varied in the subjects embraced, so patiently collected by a lengthened labour
of investigation and reflection, and entering on views so adverse to all that rea-
son had previously taught men to believe, and so repulsive to the common feel-
ings of the world, was the first literary attempt which the author deigned to
place before the public. Perhaps a very close examination of the early habits
and conduct of the author, could the materials of such be obtained, would
scarcely furnish us with a clue to so singular a riddle ; but in a general sense,
we may not diverge far from the truth in supposing, that the circumstances of
his earlier intercourse with the world, had not prompted the author to entertain
a very charitable view of mankind, and that the bitterness thus engendered com-
ing under the cognizance of his reflective mind, instead of turning him into a
stoic and practical enemy of his species, produced that singular system which,
holding out nothing but doubt as the end of all mortal investigations, struck a
silent blow at the dignity of human nature, and at much of its happiness. In a
very singular passage, he thus speaks of his comfortless philosophy, and of the
feelings it produces in the mind of its Cain-like fabricator. " I am first
affrighted and confounded with that forlorn solitude in which I am placed in my
philosophy, and fancy myself some strange uncouth monster, who, not being
able to mingle and unite in society, has been expelled all human commerce,
and left utterly abandoned and disconsolate. Fain would I run into the crowd
for shelter and warmth, but cannot prevail with myself to mix with such de-
formity. I call upon others to join me, in order to make a company apart, but no
one will hearken to me. Every one keeps at a distance, and dreads that storm
which beats upon me from every side. I have exposed myself to the enmity of
all metaphysicians, logicians, mathematicians, and even theologians ; and can I
wonder at the insults I must suffer ? I have declared my disapprobation of their
systems ; and can I be surprised if they should express a hatred of mine and of
my person ? When I look abroad, I foresee on every side dispute, contradiction,
anger, calumny, and detraction. When I turn my eye inward, I find nothing-
but doubt and ignorance. All the world conspires to oppose and contradict me :
though such is my weakness, that I feel all my opinions loosen and fall of them-
selves, when unsupported by the approbation of others. Every step I take is
with hesitation, and every new reflection makes me dread an error and absurdity
in my reasoning." 5 In the same spirit he writes to his friend, Mr Henry Home,
immediately after the publication of the treatise : "Those," he says, " who are
accustomed to reflect on such abstract subjects, are commonly full of prejudices ;
and those who are unprejudiced, are unacquainted with metaphysical reasonings.
My principles are also so remote from all the vulgar sentiments on the subject,
that were they to take place, they would produce almost a total alteration in
philosophy ; and you know revolutions of this kind are not easily brought
about." 6

Hume, when the reflection of more advanced life, and his habits of unceasing
thought had made a more clear arrangement in his mind, of the principles of
his philosophy, found many things to blame and alter in his treatise, not so
much in the fundamental arguments, as in their want of arrangement, and the
obscure garb of words in which he had clothed them. On the feelings he
entertained on this subject, we find him afterwards writing to Dr John Stewart,
and we shall here quote a rather mutilated fragment of this epistle, which has

9 Works* i. p. 335.

" Tytler's Life of Kames.