My own Life an Autobiography

Life and Autobiography

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MYE LIFE" by David Hume

This text comes from The Historical of England, from the invasion of Julius Cæsar to the Revolution of 1688, 8 volumes. London, 1778, Volume 1. I may be vain in pretending to be writing my life at all, but this narrative will contain little more than the story of my writing, since in fact most of my life has been devoted to literatur.

My father's and my brother's families are branches of the Earl of Home's or Hume's, and my forefathers have owned the property for several generation. Mine was the daugther of Sir David Falconer, President of the College of Justice: the name Lord Halkerton came to her sister by way of a successor.

My familiy was not wealthy, however, and as I was a younger sibling myself, my heritage was of course very slim, depending on the nature of my countrym. When I was a child, my dad, who was dying for a man of parts, left me a wife of unique deserving, though young and good-looking, with an older brother and nurse under our mother's aegis.

Successfully following the normal path of learning, I was very early taken by a love of writing, which was the predominant passions of my life and the great fount of my joy. My very slim ability, however, which was inappropriate for this life plot, and my poor state, which was somewhat fractured by my fervent use, I was attempted, or rather compelled, to take a very weak test to enter a more energetic life scenery.

So I went to France to continue my study in a house of prayer; and there I presented the life plans that I have constantly and successfully had. During my spiritual exercises in France, first in Reims, but especially in La Fleche, in Anjou, I wrote my essay on human nature.

I came to London in 1737 after spending three very pleasant years in this land. At the end of 1738 I immediately went to my father and my son, who were living in his mansion and were very careful and successful in improving his possession.

Never has a literature experiment been more unhappy than my essay on human nature. But, as I had a happy and serene temperament by nature, I was recovering very quickly and followed my trials in the land with great enthusiasm. The first part of my essay was published in Edinburgh in 1742: "The work was well accepted and soon made me completely overlook my former disillusion.

When I was in the countryside with my mom and my brothers, I learned the ancient languages that I had ignored too much in my early years. In 1745 I got a note from the Marquis of Annandale in which he invited me to stay with him in England; I also found out that the young nobleman's relatives and relatives wanted to place him under my protection and guidance, because the state of his spirit and his condition demanded it.

  • I' ve been living with him for 12 months. Then I was invited by General St. Clair to accompany him as clerk on his mission, which was initially directed against Canada but ended with an invasion on the French coastline. The next year, in 1747, I was invited by the General to visit him at the same ward in the Army Message at the Vienna and Turin tribunals.

Those two years were almost the only breaks I had experienced in my life: I was able to study comfortably and in good companionship; and my schedule had led me, with my thrift, to a wealth that I named independently, although most of my buddies tended to laugh when I said that: in a word, I was now ruler of almost a thousandlbs.

8 ] I had always had the idea that my desire for results in the publication of the treatise on human nature had been based more on the way than on the thing, and that I had committed a very common leaks by going to the media too early. The first part of this work was therefore filled in the Enquiry concerning Human Understanding, which was released during my stay in Turin.

However, this play was initially somewhat more succesful than the treatise on human nature. Upon my comeback from Italy, I was offended to find the whole of England in a fermenter because of Dr. Middleton's free examination, while my achievement was completely ignored and underestimated. The new issue that had appeared in London, my essays, morally and politically, was not much better received.

In 1749 I went down and stayed two years with my little boy in his cottage, because my mom was now deceased. There I wrote the second part of my essays, which I named Political Discourses, and also my research on the principles of morality, which is another part of my new work.

Meanwhile, my book dealer A. Millar told me that my earlier releases (except for the unhappy treatise) were beginning to talk, that sales of them were slowly growing and that new issues were being made. In 1751 I moved from the countryside to the city, the real life of a literary man.

Only in 1752, in Edinburgh, where I then resided, my political discourses, were the only work of mine that was successfully released on the first one. This was well accepted both abroad and in Germany. That same year in London my study on the principles of morality was released, which in my view (who should not be judging on this subject) is the best of all my works, historically, philosophically or literarily, inimitable.

In 1752 I was elected librarian by the Faculty of Law, an appointment from which I was paid little or no remuneration, but which gave me control of a large one. Then I made the plot of typing the story of England; but with the concept of picking up a presentation scared through a 1700-year term, I began with the entry of the home of Stuart, an era when, I thought, the wrong representations of the party began to take place primarily.

All I have to do is exempt the primates of England, Dr Herring, and the primates of Ireland, Dr Stone, who seem to have two strange anomalies. 12 ] However, I was disheartened, I admit, and if the French-English conflict had not broken out, I would certainly have retreated to a city in the provinces of the former empire, I would have renamed myself and would never have come back to my homeland.

It was at this time that I released my publication of my own in London, along with some other little pieces: their official record was rather arcane, except that Dr. Hurd was writing a lampoon against it, with all the ill-liberal irritation, pride and bizarreness that characterize the Warburtonische Schule. In 1756, two years after the collapse of the first book, the second book of my story was released, covering the time from the time of Charles I's demise to the Revolution.

It was a better reception and less disapproval for the Whigs. He not only stood up, but also assisted in strengthening his unhappy little brothers. In 1759 I publish my story of the House of Tudor. Shouting against this production was almost as loud as against the story of the first two Stuart artists.

However, I was now numb against the impression of foolishness and went on very peacefully and content in my Edinburgh retreat to end in two books the early part of English story I gave to the general population in 1761 with bearable but bearable results. But despite this diversity of wind and season my typefaces were subjected to, they had still made such progress that the copy fee given to me by the bookstores far surpassed anything previously known in England; I became not only self-sufficient but lavish.

So I withdrew to my home Scotland, never again decided to step out of it, and maintained the contentment never to have favoured a plea over a big man or even to make friends with one of them. When I turned fifty years old, I thought of spending the remainder of my life in this philosophic way, when in 1763 I was invited by the Count of Hertford, with whom I was not at all familiar to visit him in his message in Paris, with the hope of soon being named Secretar of the Message; and in the meantime, to exercise the duties of this post.

I initially refused this proposal, as welcoming as it may be, both because I was hesitant to contact the greats and because I was worried that the courtesy and queer society of Paris would be unpleasant for a man of my own years and my own humour: but I did accept it when His Lord repeated the invitations.

There is every cause, both for joy and interest, for me to feel fortunate in my association with this gentleman and then with his sibling, General Conway. Once I thought about living there. In 1767, however, Mr Conway invited me to become Undersecretary of State, and this appeal, both the nature of the individual and my links with Lord Hertford, stopped me from accepting it.

I' ve been suffering very little ache from my fault; and what is stranger, despite the great downfall of my personality, have never endured a moment of decrease of my spirit; in this way, that was me to call a bout of my life that I should decide to pass by again, I might be tempted to point to this later bout.

It' hard to get more out of life than I am right now.

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