Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774)

family were Irish people of English descent. Oliver Goldsmith was born in
County Longford, Ireland. He went to Trinity College, Dublin, and after his
graduation in 1749, began the study of medicine at Edinburgh. After a short
period in Scotland he left for the Continent, where he wandered from country to

his return to London in 1756 his early essays and verses attracted the
attention of Dr. Johnson, and he became a member of the illustrious group that
gathered round that literary monarch. The years between 1759 and 1773 were the
most productive of his entire career. The Vicar of Wakefield, which is a
landmark in the development of prose fiction, appeared in 1766. Like Addison
and Steele and other of the periodical essayists, Goldsmith wrote several short
stories of high merit. The Disabled Soldier was first printed in the Citizen of
the World, in 1760.

The Disabled Soldier

the Citizen of the World

observation is more common, and at the same time more true, than that one half
of the world are ignorant how the other half lives. The misfortunes of the
great are held up to engage our attention; are enlarged upon in tones of
declamation; and the world is called upon to gaze at the noble sufferers: the great,
under the pressure of calamity, are conscious of several others sympathizing
with their distress; and have, at once, the comfort of admiration and pity.

is nothing magnanimous in bearing misfortunes with fortitude, when the whole
world is looking on: men in such circumstances will act bravely even from
motives of vanity: but he who, in the vale of obscurity, can brave adversity;
who without friends to encourage, acquaintances to pity, or even without hope
to alleviate his misfortunes, can behave with tranquillity and indifference, is
truly great: whether peasant or courtier, he deserves admiration, and should be
held up for our imitation and respect.

the slightest inconveniences of the great are magnified into calamities; while
tragedy mouths out their sufferings in all the strains of eloquence, the
miseries of the poor are entirely disregarded; and yet some of the lower ranks
of people undergo more real hardships in one day, than those of a more exalted
station suffer in their whole lives. It is inconceivable what difficulties the
meanest of our common sailors and soldiers endure without murmuring or regret;
without passionately declaiming against providence, or calling their fellows to
be gazers on their intrepidity. Every day is to them a day of misery, and yet
they entertain their hard fate without repining.


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