Produced by deaurider, Barry Abrahamsen, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive) POGONOLOGIA OR A PHILOSOPHICAL and HISTORICAL ESSAY ON BEARDS. ---------------------------- TRANSLATED from the FRENCH. ------------------------------------------- L’usage nous dérobe le vrai visage des choses. MONTAIGNE. ------------------------------------------- EXETER: PRINTED BY R. THORN. AND SOLD BY T. CADELL, IN THE STRAND, LONDON. MDCCLXXXVI. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ To Mr. B***, King’s Counsel, Deputy Attorney General to the Parliament of D***. My friend, TO load the beginning of one’s work with pompous titles is an honour that interest solicits and vanity easily grants; but to place the name of one’s friend there, and dedicate the fruit of a few leisure hours to him, is a homage so pure and disinterested, that modesty need not blush at it. Receive then this small testimony of my attachment and esteem, and allow me the pleasing satisfaction of publicly declaring, how much I am, your friend, J. A. D***. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ PREFACE. “WHATEVER concerns the manners and customs of a people, says Rollin, shews their genius and character; and this is what may be called the soul of history.” I am led to think, that a picture of customs, by presenting mankind with objects of comparison at a nearer view, naturally flatters them more, than facts or dates, the multitude or improbability of which fatigues the memory, or shocks the understanding. This is the reason why we prefer the private life of a hero, to the history of his great actions; the one gives us a secret satisfaction in which self-love finds its account: the other produces only astonishment. The hero is too distant from us; we admire him too much to presume to compare with him: ’tis the man we seek; his heart; his very weaknesses. ’Tis with still more eagerness we wish to examine his person; this is the cause of our liking better to see the portraits of great men, than to read their history. We would fain touch the hero with our hand, as one may say, we would wish to enter into competition with him.