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and down the passage, and seeing neither man, woman, nor child, I went out without farther attention.

In my return back through the passage, I heard the same words repeated twice over; and looking up, I saw it was a starling hung in a little cage"I can't get out I can't get out," said the farling,

I stood looking ai the bird: and to every person who came through the passage it ran fluttering to the fide towards which they approached it, with the same lamentation of its captivity-"I can't get out,” said the starling--God help thee, said I; but I will let thee out, cost what it will; fo I turned about the cage to get the door; it was twisted and double twisted so fast with wire, there was no getting it open, without pulling it to pieces- I took both hands to it.

The bird flew to the place where I was attempting his deliverance, and thrusting his head through the trellis, pressed his breast against it, as if impatient I fear, poor creature! said I, I cannot set thee at liber. ty—“ No," said the starling-“I can't get out-I can't get out,” said the starling.

I vow I never had my affections more tenderly awakened: nor do I remember an incident in my life, where the dissipated spirits, to which my reason had been a bubble, were fo suddenly called home. Mechanical as the notes were, yet so true in tune to nature were they chanted, that in one moment they overthrew.all my systematic reasonings upon the Bastille; and I heavily walked up stairs, unsaying every word I had said in going down them.

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Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery! said I -- till thou art a bitter draught! and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee, thou art no less bitter on that account.--'Tis thou, thrice sweet and gracious goddess! addressing myself to LIBERTY, whom all in public or in private worship, whose taste is grateful, and ever will be fo, 'till NATURE herself shall change-no tint of words can spot thy snowy mantle, or chymic power turn thy fcreptre into iron

with thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch, from whose court thou art exiled..Gracious Heaven! cried I, kneeling down upon the last step but one in my afcent Grant me but health, thou

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Bestower of its and give me but this fair goddess as my companion

and shower down thy mitres, if it seems good unto thy divine providence, upon those heads which are aching for them.

SENT. JOURNEY, P. 134.

THE CAPTIVE.

PARIS.

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THE bird in his cage pursued me into my room;

I sat down close by my table, and leaning my head upon my hand, I began to figure to myself the miseries of confinement. I was in a right frame for it, and fo I gave full scope to my imagination.

I was going to begin with the millions of my fellopa creatures born to no inheritance but Navery ; but finding, however affecting the picture was, that I could not bring it near '

me, and that the multitude of fad groups in it did but distract me

I took a single captive, and having first fut him up in his dungeon, I then looked through the twilight of his grated door to take his picture.

I beheld his body half wasted away with long expectation and confinement, and felt what kind of fick. ness of the heart it was which arises from hope deferr’d. Upon looking nearer, I saw him pale and feverifh: in thirty years the western breeze had not once fann'd his blood-he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time -nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice :- his children

-But here my heart began to bleed--and I was forced to go on with another part

of the portrait. He was sitting upon the ground upon a little straw, in the farthest corner of his dungeon, which was alternately his chair and bed : a little calendar of small sticks were laid at the head, notch'd all over with the dismal days and nights he had passed there he had one of those little sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down-hook his head, and went on with his work of affli&tion. I heard his chains upon his legs, as he turned his body to lay his little fick upon the bundłe

-He gave a deep figh-I saw the iron enter into his foul-I burst into tears--I could not sustain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn.

SENT. JOURNEY, P. 138.

THE DWARF.

I WAS

WAS walking down that lane which leads from the

Carousel to the Palais Royal, and observing a little boy in some distress at the side of the gutter, which ran down the middle of it, I took hold of his hand, and help'd him over. Upon turning up his face to look at him after, I perceived he was about forty-Never mind, said I ; some good body will do as much for me when I am ninety.

I feel some little principles within me, which in. clinë me to be merciful towards the poor blighted part of my fpecies, who have neither size or strength to get on in the world.--I cannot bear to see one of them trod upon; and had fcarce got seated beside an old French officer at the Opera Comique, ere the disgust was exercised, by seeing the very thing happen under the box we fat in.

At the end of the orchestra, and betwixt that and the first fide-box, there is a fmall explanade left, where, when the house is full, numbers of all ranks take sanctuary. Though you stand, as in the parterre, you pay the same price as in the orchestra. A poor de

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fenceless being of this order had got thrust, fomehow or other, into this luckless place the night was hot, and he was surrounded by beings two feet and a half higher than himself. The dwarf suffered inexpreffibly on both fides: but the thing which in cominoded him most was a tall corpulent German, near seven feet high, who stood directly betwixt hin and all possibility of seeing either the stage or the actors. The poor dwarf did all he could to get a peep at what was going forwards, by seeking for fome little opening betwixt the German's arm and his body, trying first one side, then the other; but the German ftood square in the most unaccommodating posture that can be imagined the dwarf might as well have been placed at the bottom of the deepest draw-well in Paris; fo he civilly reached up his hand to the German's sleeve, and told him his distress

-The German turn'd his head back, look'd down upon him as Goliah did upon David and unfeelingly resumed his posture.

I was just then taking a pinch of snuff out of my Monk's little horn-box-And how would thy meek and courteous spirit, my dear Monk! so temper'd' to bear and forbear!-how sweetly would it have lent an ear to this poor foul's complaint !

The old French officer seeing me lift up my eyes with an emotion, as I made the apostrophe, took the liberty to ase me what was the matter?-I told him the story in three words; and added, how inhuman it

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