thing at Paris, he offered me a pinch of

snuff.

Sentimental Journey.

REFLECTIONS ON DEATH..

The corporal

Tread lightly on his ashes, ye men of genius, for he was your kinsman :

Weed his grave clean, ye men of good ness, for he was your brother.-Oh corporal! had I thee but now,-now, that 1 am able to give thee a dinner and protection, how would I cherish thee! thou shouldst wear thy montero-cap 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 occasion is lost-for thou art gone ;-thy genius fled up to the stars from whence it came; and that warm heart of thine, with all its generous and open vessels, compressed into a clod of the valley!

But what is this-what is this, to that future and dreaded page, where I look towards the velvet pall, decorated with the military ensigns of thy master-the firstthe foremost of created beings; where I shall see thee, faithful servant, laying his sword and scabbard with a trembling hand across his coffin, and then turning, 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 systems shall be baffled by his sorrows; and, in spite of his philosophy, I shall behold him, as he inspects the lackered plate twice taking his spectacles from off his nose, to wipe away the dew which nature had shed upon them-when I see him cast the rosemary with an air of disconsolation, which cries through my ears,-Oh Toby! in what corner of the world shall I seek thy fellow.

-Gracious powers! which erst have opened the lips of the dumb in his distress, and made the tongue of the stammerer speak plain-when I shall arrive at this dreaded page, deal not with me, then, with a stinted hand. Tristram Shandy, vol. iii.

PLEASURES OF OBSERVATION AND

STUDY.

-What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life, by him who interests his heart in every thing, and who, having eyes to see what time and chance are perpetually holding out to hin as he journeyeth on his way, misses nothing he can fairly lay his hands on !

-If this won't turn out something-another will- -no matter-'tis an essay upon human nature-I get my labour for my pains 'tis enough-the pleasure of the experiment has kept my senses, and the best part of my blood awake, and laid the gross to sleep.

I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry, 'Tis all barrenAnd so it is; and so is all the world to him who will not cultivate the fruits it offers. I declare, said I, clapping my hands cheerily together, that were I in a desert, I would find out wherewith in it to call forth my affections-If I could do no better, I would fasten them upon some sweet myrtle, or seek some melancholy cypress to connect myself to-I would court their shade, and greet them kindly for their protection-I would cut my name upon them, and swear they were the loveliest trees throughout the desert: if their leaves withered, I would teach myself to mourn, and when they rejoiced, I would rejoice along with them. Sentimental Journey.

SLAVERY.

Consider slavery,—what it is,—how bitter a draught, and how many millions have

been made to drink it

-which, if it can

poison all earthly happiness when exercised barely upon our bodies, what must it be, when it comprehends both the slavery of body and mind? To conceive this, look into the history of the Romish church and her tyrants, (or rather executioners,) who seem to have taken pleasure in the pangs and convulsions of their fellow-creatures.

-Examine the Inquisition, hear the melancholy notes sounded in every cell.—Consider the anguish of mock-trials, and the exquisite tortures, consequent thereupon, mercilessly inflicted upon the unfortunate, where the racked and weary soul has so often wished to take its leave, but cruelly not suffered to depart- -Consider how many of these helpless wretches have been hauled from thence, in all periods of this tyrannic usurpation, to undergo the massacres and flames to which a false and bloody religion has condemned them.

-Let us behold him in another light— If we consider man as a creature full of wants and necessities, (whether real or imaginary,) which he is not able to supply of himself, what a train of disappointments, vexations, and dependencies are to be seen issuing from thence to perplex and make his way uneasy!- -How many jostlings and hard struggles do we undergo in mak

ing our way in the world!-How barbarously held back!-How often and basely overthrown, in aiming only at getting bread?-How many of us never attain it -at least not comfortably,—but from various unknown causes-eat it all our lives long in bitterness!

OPPRESSION VANQUISHED.

I have not been a furlong from Shandy Hall since I wrote to you last-but why is my pen so perverse? I have been to ***** and my errand was of so peculiar a nature, that I must give you an account of it. You will scarce believe me, when I tell you it was to out-juggle a juggling attorney; to put craft and all its powers to defiance; and to obtain justice from one-who has a heart fell enough to take advantage of the mistakes of honest simplicity, and who has raised a considerable fortune by artifice and injustice. However, I gained my point!— it was a star and garter to me; the matter was as follows:

"A poor man, the father of my Vestal, having by the sweat of his brow, during a course of many laborious years, saved a small sum of money, applied to this scribe to put it out to use for him: this was done, and a bond given for the money -The