gets" id the tarling-God help Bebet 10 let thee out, coft

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ng is read through the trellis, aoke is dead against it, as if imDet kan poor creature! faid I, And at the 4 (dep—“ No,” said De courses i can't get out-I can't * god ona" and the farling,

sever had my affections more

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Disguise thyself as thou wilt, ftill, Slavery! faid I-ftill thou art a bitter draught and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee, thou art no lefs bitter on that account.

'Tis thou, thrice fweet and gracious goddefs, addreffing myfelf to Liberty, whom all in public or in private worship, whose tafte is grateful, and ever will be fo, till NATURE herself fhall changeno tint of words can fpot thy fnowy mantle, or chymic power turn thy fceptre into iron-with thee to fmile upon him as he eats his cruft, the swain is happier than his monarch, from whose court thou art exiled-Gracious heaven! cried I, kneeling down upon the laft step but one in my afcent, grant me but health, thou great Beftower of it, and give me but this fair goddess as my companion-and shower down thy mitres, if it seems good unto thy divine providence, upon thofe heads which are aching for them.

THE

THE CAPTIVE.

PARIS.

HE bird in his cage purfued me into my room; I fat down clofe to my table, and leaning my head upon my hand, I began to figure to myself the miferies of confinement. I was in a right frame for it, and fo I gave full fcope to my imagination.

I was going to begin with the millions of my fellow-creatures, born to no inheritance but flavery: 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 diftra&t me

-I took a fingle captive, and having firft fhut him up in his dungeon, I then look'd through the twilight of his grated door to take his picture.

I beheld his body half wafted away with long expectation and confinement, and felt what kind of fickness of the heart it was which arifes from hope deferr'd. Upon looking nearer I faw him pale and feverish: in thirty years the

weftern breeze had not once fann'd his blood-he had feen no fun, no moon, in all that time-nor had the voice of friend or kinfman breathed through his lattice: -his children

But here my heart began to bleedand I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait.

He was fitting upon the ground upon a little ftraw, in the furtheft corner of his dungeon, which was alternately his chair and bed: a little calendar of fmall fticks were laid at the head, notch'd all over with the difmal days and nights he had paffed there he had one of these little sticks in his hand, and with a rufty nail he was etching another day of mifery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door, then caft it down-fhook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard his chains upon his legs, as he turned his body to lay his little ftick upon the bundle. He gave a deep figh-I faw the iron enter into his foul-I burst into tears I could not fuftain the picture

of confinement which my fancy had drawn-Iftarted up from my chair, and calling Le Fleur, I bid him bespeak me a remife, and have it ready at the door of the hotel by nine in the morning.

-I'll go directly, faid I, myfelf to Monfieur Le Duc de Choiseul.

Le Fleur would have put me to bed; but not willing he should fee any thing upon my cheek which would coft the honeft fellow a heart-ach-I told him I would go to bed by myfelf-and bid him go do the fame.

I

THE STARLING.

ROAD TO VERSAILLES.

GOT into my remise the hour I promised: Le Fleur got up behind, and I bid the coachman make the best of his way to Verfailles.

As there was nothing in this road, or rather nothing which I look for in tra velling, I cannot fill up the blank bet ter than with a fhort hiftory of this felf