þehaviour, and fit the mind more easily for conver fation and difcourfe-to take us out of the company of our aunts and grandmothers, and from the track of nursery, mistakes; and by fhewing us new objects, or old ones in new lights, to reform our judgmentsby tasting perpetually the varieties of nature, to know what is good-by obferving the addrefs and arts of men, to conceive what is fincere,-and by feeing the differ- ence of fo many various humours and manners,——to look into ourselves and form our own. SERM. XX. P. 194 INJURY. N injury unanswered, in cóurfe grows weary of itfelf, and dies away in a voluntary remorse. In bad difpofitions, capable of no restraint but fear. -it has a different effect-the filent digeftion of one wrong provokes fecond. SERM. XIV. P. 24. INSOLENCE. HE, infolence of base minds in fuccefs is bound THE lefs; and would scarce admit of a comparison,` did not they fometimes furnish us with one, in the de grees of their abjection when evil returns upon them -the fame poor heart which excites ungenerous tempers, to triumph over a fallen adversary, in fome instances seems to exalt them above the point of courage, finks them in others even below cowardice. Not unlike fome little particles of matter struck off from the furface of the dirt by funshine-dance and fport there whilft it lasts—but the moment 'tis withdrawn-they fall down-for duft they are-and unto duft they will return-whilst firmer and larger bodies preferve the stations which nature has affigned them, fubjected to laws which no changes of weather can alter. SERMON XXI. P. 25. I THE FILLE DE CHAMBRÉ. PARIS. STOPP'D at the Quai de Conti in my return home; to purchase a set of Shakspeare. The bookfeller faid he had not a fet in the world. Comment! faid I; taking one up out of a fet which lay upon the counter betwixt us.-) -He faid, they were fent him only to be got bound, and were to be fent back to Versailles in the morning to the Count de B****. ( -And does the Count de B****, faid I, read Shakspeare? C'eft un Efprit fort, replied the bookfeller. He loves English books; and, what is more to his honour, Monfieur, he loves the English too. You fpeak this fo civilly, faid I, that it is enough to oblige an Englishman to lay out a louis-d'or or two at your fhop-The bookfeller made a bow, and was going to fay fomething, when a young decent girl, of about twenty, who by her air and drefs feemed to be Fille de Chambre to fome devout man of fashion, came into the shop, and asked for Les Egarements du Caur & de l'Esprit: the bookfeller gave her the book directly; fhe pulled out a little green fatin purse run round with a riband of the same colour, and putting her finger and thumb into it, he took out the money and paid for it. As I had nothing more to stay me in the fhop, we both walked out of the door together. And what have you to do, my dear, said I, with The wanderings of the heart, who fcarce know yet you have one? nor, 'till love has first told you it, or some faithlefs fhepherd has made it ache, can't thou ever be fure it is fo.Le Dieu m'en garde! faid the girl.With what reason, said I,—for if it is a good one, 'tis a pity it should be stolen: 'tis a little treasure to thee, and gives a better air to your face, than if it was dressed out with pearls. The young girl liftened with a fubmiffive attention, holding her fatin purse by its riband in her hand all the time. 'Tis a very small one, faid I, taking hold of the bottom of it-fhe held it towards me-and |