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Those actions have much more grace and lustre, that slip from the hand of him that does them, negligently and without noise, and that some honest man thereafter finds out and raises from the shade, to produce it to the light upon its own account, "Mihi quidem laudabiliora videntur omnia, quae sine venditatione, et sine populo teste fiunt," Cicero, Tusc.
I do not here form a statue to erect in the great square of a city, in a church, or any public place: "Non equidem hoc studeo, bullatis ut mihi nugis, Pagina turgescat...... Secreti loquimur:" 'tis for some corner of a library, or to entertain a neighbour, a kinsman, a friend, who has a mind to renew his acquaintance and familiarity with me in this image of myself.
No one and nothing can intrude into my mind and self; and I feel inclined to answer you like Dionysus in the Frogs of Aristophanes, who says to Hercules when he is being hectored, "Don't come pitching your tent in my mind, you have a house of your own!" Secretum meum mihi, as St. Francis of Assisi said identity is the one thing of which I am absolutely sure.
I shall now live mihi carior, with a higher opinion of my own merit. I am, my Lord, your Lordship's most obliged, most grateful, and most humble servant, 'September, 1784. Upon this unexpected failure I abstain from presuming to make any remarks, or to offer any conjectures.
Quo mihi rectius videtur ingenii quam virium opibus gloriam quaerere; et quoniam vita ipsa, qua fruimur, brevis est, memoriam nostri quam maxume longam efficere.
It may easily be conceived how great a trial it is to me to write the following history of myself; but I must not shrink from the task. The words, "Secretum meum mihi," keep ringing in my ears; but as men draw towards their end, they care less for disclosures.
Well! things must be as they may, as says that great philosopher Corporal Nym. Reached Edinburgh at nine o'clock. Found, among less interesting letters, two from Lord Northampton on the death of the poor Marchioness, and from Anna Jane Clephane on the same melancholy topic. Hei mihi! June 10. Corrected proofs, prepared some copy, and did all that was right.
This Monsieur Capitano eate vp the creame of my earnings, and Crede mihi res est ingeniosa dare, any man is a fine fellow as long as he hath anie monie in his purse. That monie is like the marigolde, which opens and shuts with the Sunne, if fortune smileth, or one be in fauour, it floweth: if the euening of age comes on, or he falleth into disgrace, it fadeth and is not to be found.
After reminding himself, in his diary, of the warning against those who, after putting their hand to the plough, 'look back, he proceeds to look back, because he cannot help it. It is a time past and gone it relates to a work done and over. "Quis mihi tribuat, ut sim iuxta menses pristinos, secundum dies, quibus Deus custodiebat me?
"non mihi sed meis vivo." The medical gentleman very quietly allayed Mr. Spriggins' fears by convincing him that it was the motto the principle which governed the working of the institution, and also, gave the literal meaning in our mother tongue. "The very words I told Melindy Jane last night. Well, if it don't seem, like magic.
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