tophy, I fhall behold him, as he infpects the lackered plate, twice taking his fpectacles from off his nose, to wipe away the dew which nature had shed upon them-when I fee him caft the rosemary with an air of difconfolation, which cries through my ears,-0 Toby! in what corner of the world fhall I feek thy fellow.

-Gracious powers! which erft have opened the lips of the dumb in his distress, and made the tongue of the stammerer speak plain-when I fhall arrive at this dreaded page, deal not with me, then, with a ftinted hand.

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

PLEASURES OF

OBSERVATION AND STUDY.

WHAT

"HAT a large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life, by him who interefts 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!

-If this won't turn out fomething-another 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 beft 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 so 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 were I in a defart, I would find out wherewith in it to call forth my affections-If I could do no better, I would fasten them upon fome fweet myrtle, or feek fome melancholy cyprefs to connect myself 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 defart: if their leaves withered, I would teach myfelf to mourn, and when they rejoiced, I would rejoice along with them.

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FEELING AND BENEFICENCE.

AS 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 fhot 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 think of his, continued Trim, and my poor brother Tom's misfortunes, for we were all three school-fellows, but I cry like a coward.-Tears are no proof of cowardice, Trim; I drop them oft times myself, cried my uncle Toby-I know your honour does, replied Trim, and fo am not afhamed of it myself. But to think, may it pleafe your honour, continued Trim,-a tear stealing into the corner of his eye as he spoke to think of two virtuous lads, with hearts as warm in their bodies, and as honeft as God could make them-the children of honeft people, going forth with gallant fpirits to seek their fortunes in the world-and fall into fuch evils! poor Tom! to be tortured upon a rack for nothing→ but marrying a Jew's widow who fold faufageshonest Dick Johnson's foul to be fcourged out of his body, for the ducats another man put in his knapsack! -O!-these are misfortunes, cried Trim, pulling out his handkerchief,-thefe are misfortunes, may it pleafe your honour, worth laying down and crying

over.

-Twould be a pity, Trim, quoth my uncle Toby, thou should'st ever feel forrow of thy own,thou feeleft it fo tenderly for others. Alack-a-day, replied the Corporal, brightening up his face-your honour knows I have neither wife or child-I can have no forrows in this world. As few as any man, replied my uncle Toby; nor can I fee how a fellow

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of thy light heart can fuffer, but from the diftrefs of poverty in thy old age-when thou art paft all fervices, Trim, and haft outlived thy friends. An't please your honour, never fear, replied Trim, cheerily. -But I would have thee never fear, Trim, replied my uncle Toby; and therefore, continued my uncle Toby, throwing down his crutch, and getting upon his legs as he uttered the word therefore-in recompence, Trim, of thy long fidelity to me, and that goodness of thy heart I have had fuch proofs of whilft thy mafter is worth a fhilling-thou fhalt never ask elsewhere, Trim, for a penny. Trim attempted to thank my uncle Toby, but had not power— tears trickled down his cheeks fafter than he could wipe them off-he laid his hands upon his breast— made a bow to the ground, and shut the door.

-I have left Trim my bowling-green, cried my uncle Toby-My father smiled-I have left him moreover, a penfion, continued my uncle Toby-My father looked grave.

T. SHANDY, VOL. II. c. 39.

CON

SLAVERY.

CONSIDER flavery,-what it is,-how bitter a draught, and how many millions have been made to drink it;which, if it can poifon all earthly happiness when exercifed barely upon our bodies,

what must it be, when it comprehends both the flavery 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 convulfions of their fellow-creatures. -Examine the Inquifition, hear the melancholy notes founded in every cell.-Confider the anguish of mock-trials, and the exquifite tortures confequent thereupon, mercilessly inflicted upon the unfortunate, where the racked and weary foul has so often wished to take its leave, but cruelly not fuffered to depart

-Confider how many of these helpless wretches have been hauled from thence, in all periods of this tyrannic ufurpation, to undergo the maffacres and flames to which a falfe and bloody religion has cons demned them.

-Let us behold him in another light

If we confider man as a creature full of wants and neceffities (whether real or imaginary), which he is not able to fupply of himfelf, what a train of disappoint ments, vexations, and dependances are to be feen iffuing from thence to perplex and make his way uneafy!How many joftlings and hard ftruggles do we undergo in making our way in the world!-How barbaroufly held back !-How often and bafely over thrown, in aiming only at getting bread!--How many of us never attain it-at least not comfortably,-but from various unknown caufes-eat it all our lives long in bitterness!