"You may put for epitaph," said he with a tone which is tragical and pathetic to us, "Here lies Joseph," the grandly attempting Joseph, "who could succeed in nothing." [Died, at Vienna, 20th February, 1790, still under fifty;--born there 13th March, 1741.

Hormayr, _OEsterreichischer Plutarch,_ iv.

(2tes) 125-223 (and five or six recent LIVES of Joseph, none of which, that I have seen, was worth reading, in comparison).] A man of very high qualities, and much too conscious of them.

A man of an ambition without bounds.

One of those fatal men, fatal to themselves first of all, who mistake half-genius for whole; and rush on the second step without having made the first.