My Lord Anglois-the very found was worth the money-fo I gave my last fous for it. But in the eagerness of giving, I had overlook'd a pauvre honteux, who had no one to ask a fous for him, and who, I believed, would have perifh'd, ere he could have ask'd one for himself: he stood by the chaife a little without the circle, and wiped a tear from a face which I thought had feen better daysGood God! faid I-and I have not one fingle fous left to give himBut you have a thousand! cried all the powers of nature stirring within me-fo I gave him— no matter what I am afhamed to fay how much, now-and was afhamed to think how little, then fo if the reader can form any conjecture of my difpofition, as thefe two fixed points are given him, he may judge within a livre or two what was the precise fum.

I could afford nothing for the reft, but Dieu vous beniffe-Et le bon Dieu vous beniffe encorefaid the old foldier, the dwarf, &c. The pauvre honteux could fay nothing-he pull'd out a little handkerchief, and wiped his face as he turned away-and I thought he thank'd me more than them all,

REFLECTIONS ON DEATH.

THE Corporal

-Tread lightly on his afhes, ye men of genius, for he was your kinfman:

Weed his grave clean ye men of goodness,for he was your brother.-Oh Corporal! had I thee but now,-now, that I am able to give thee a dinner and protection,how would I cherish thee! thou should't wear thy Monterocap every hour of the day, and every day of the week,-and when it was worn out, I would purchase thee a couple like it :-but alas! alas! alas! now that I can do this, in spite of their reverences-the occafion is loft-for thou art gone;thy genius fled up to the ftars from whence it came;-and that warm heart of thinewith all its generous and open veffels, compreffed into a clod of the valley!

-But what is this-what is this, to that future and dreadful page, where I look towards the velvet pall, decorated with the military en

figns of thy mafter-the firft-the foremost of created beings; where, I fhall fee thee, faithful fervant! laying his fword and scabbard with a trembling hand across his coffin, and then returning pale as ashes to the door, to take his mourning horse by the bridle, to follow his hearse, as he directed thee;—where—--all my father's fyftems fhall be baffled by his forrows; and, in fpite of his philofophy, I fhall behold him, as he infpects the lackered plate, twice taking his fpectacles from off his nofe, to wipe away the. dew which nature has fhed upon them--When I fee him caft in the rofemary with an air of difconfolation, which cries through my ears,-O Toby! in what corner of the world shall I feek › thy fellow?.:.:

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-Gracious powers! which erft have opened the lips of the dumb in his diftrefs, and made the tongue of the stammerer fpeak plain-when I shall arrive at this dreaded page, deal not with/ me, then, with a stinted hand.

T. SHANDY, VOL. III. c. 68.

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OBSERVATION AND STUDY.

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AT a large volume of adventures may be grafped within this little span of life, by him who interests his heart in every thing,, and who, having eyes to fee what time and chance are perpetually holding out to him as he journeyeth on his way, miffes nothing he can fairly lay his hands on.

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-If this wont turn out fomething will-no matter-'tis an effay upon human nature I get my labour for my pains-tis enough-the pleasure of the experiment has kept my fenfes, and the best part of my blood awake, and laid the grofs to fleep.

I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry, 'Tis all barren-and-fo it is; and fo is all the world to him who will not cultivate the fruits it offers. I declare, faid I, clapping my hands cheerily together, that was I-in a defert,

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a defert, I would find out wherewith in it to call forth my affections-If I could do no better, I would faften them upon fome fweet myrtle, or feek fome melancholy cypress to connect myfelf to-I would court their fhade, and greet them kindly for their protection-I would cut my name upon them, and fwear they were the lovelieft trees throughout the defert: if their leaves wither'd, I would teach myself to mourn, and when they rejoiced, I would rejoice along

with them.

WAS it Mackay's regiment, quoth my uncle

Toby, where the poor grenadier was fo unmercifully whipp'd at Bruges about the ducats?- -O Chrift! he was innocent! cried Trim, with a deep figh, And he was whipp'd, may it please your honour, almost to death's door. They had better have shot him outright, as he begged, and he had gone directly to heaven, for he was as innocent as your honour. --I thank thee, Trim, quoth my uncle Toby. I never