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C ALL now to mind whät high capacious pow'rs

U Lie folded up in inan; how far beyond...
The praise of mortals, may th' eternal growth i
Of nature to perfe&tion half divine,
* Expand the blooming foul. What pity thens i

Should foth's unkindly fogs depress to earth.
Her tender blonom; choak the fream's of life, it
And blast her spring! Far otherwise design’d:'
Almighty wisdom; nature's happy cares i .
Th’obedient heart far otherwise incline. .....
Witness the fprightly joy when 'ought unknown...
Strikes the quick fense, and wake's each active patur:
To brisker measures : witness the neglect M ont.
Of all familiar profpects, tho’ beheld .! . .
With transport once; the fond attentive gaze is
Of young astonishment; the fober żeal
Of age, commenting on prodigious thing's !
For fuch the bounteous providence of Heav'n,
In every breast implanting this desire
Of objects new and strange, to urge us on
With unremitted labour to pursue
Those sacred stores that wait the ripening souly
In-truth's exhaustless bosom. What need words
To paint its pow'r? For this, the daring youth
Breaks from his weeping mother's anxious arms,
In foreign climes to rove; the pensive fage,
Heedless of sleep, or midnights harmful damp,
Hangs o'er the fickly taper ; and untir’d

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The virgin follows, with inchanted step,
The mazes of some wife and wond'rous tale,
From morn to eve; unmindful of her form,
Unmindful of the happy dress that stole
The wishes of the youth, when every maid
With envy pin’d. Hence finally by night
The village-matron, round the blazing hearth,
Sufpends the infant-audience with her tales,
Breathing astonishment! of witching rhimes,
And evil spirits ; of the death-bed call
Of him who robb'd the widow, and devour'd
The orphan's portion ; of unquiet fouls
Ris’n from the grave to ease the heavy guilt
Of deeds in life conceal'd; of hapes that walk
At dead of night, and clank their chains, and wave
The torch of hell around the murd'rer's bed.
At every folemn pause the croud recoil.
Gazing each other speechless, and congeald
With thiv’ring fighs : till eager for th' event,
Around the beldame all erect they hang,
Each trembling heart with grateful terrors quell'd.

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VIII.

PATHETIC PIECE S.

. c H A P. 1
THE STORY OF LE FEVER.

TT was fome time in the summer of that year in which 1 Dendermond was taken by the allies, - which was about seven years before my father came into the country, and about as many, after the time, that my uncle Toby and Trim had privately decamped from my father's house in town, in order to lay some of the finest sieges to some of the finest fortified cities in Europe-when my uncle Toby was, one evening getting his supper, with Trim fitting behind him at a small sideboard; The landlord of a little inn in the village came into the parlour with an empty phial in his hand to beg a glass or two of fack; 'Tis for a poor gentleman, - I think, of the army, said the landlord, who has been taken ill at my house four days ago, and has never held up his head fince, or had a desire to taste any thing, till just now, that he has a fancy for a glass of fack and a thin toast,

- I think, says he, taking his hand from his forehead, it would comfort me.

- If I could neither beg, borrow, or buy fuch a thing, -added the landlord, - I would almost steal it for the poor gentleman, he is so ill. I hope in God he will still mend, continued he we are all of us concernedfor him.

Thou art a good-natured soul, I will answer for thee, cried my uncle Toby; and thou shalt drink the poor gentleman's health in a glass of fack thyself, and take a couple of bottles with my service, and teh him he is heartily welcome to them, and to a dozen more if they will do him good.

Though I am persuaded, said my uncle Toby, as the landlord shut the door, he is a very compaflionate fellow Trim, --yet I cannot help ententaining a high opinion of his guelt too; there must be something more than common in him, that in so short a time hould win so much upon the affections of his hoft; And of his whole family, aided the corporal, for they are all concerned for bim. Step after him, said my uncle Toby, - do Trim, - and alk if he knows his name.

I Have quite forgot it, truly, said the landlord, coming back into the parlour with the corporal, - but I can ask his son again : - Has he a son with him then ? faid my uncle Toby. - A boy, replied the landlord, of about eleven or twelve years of age;- but the poor creature has tasted almost as little as his father; he does nothing but mourn and lament for him night and day: He has not Itirred from the bed-side these two days.

My uncle Toby laid down his knife and fork, and thruf his plate from before him, as the landlord gave him the ac

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count; and Trim, without being ordered, took away with out saying one word, and in a few minutes after brought him his pipe and tobacco.

Stay in the room a little, faid my uncle Toby. TRIM !-- said my uncle Toby, after he lighted his pipes and smoaked about a dozen whiffs. Trim came in front of his master and made his bow ; - my uncle Toby smoaked on, and said no more.-- Corporal! said my uncle Toby

the corporal made his bow. My uncle Toby proceeded no farther, but finished his pipe. ..

Trim! said my uncle Toby, I have a project in my head, as it is a bad night, of wrapping myself up warm in my roquelaure, and paying a visit to this poor gentleman.

Your honour's roquela úrë, réplied the corporal, has not once been had on, since the night before your ho. pour received your wound, when we mounted guard in the trenches before the gate of St. Nicholas ; and besides it is fo cold and rainy à night, that what with the roqueKauré, and what with the weather, 'twill be enough to give your honour your death, and bring on your honour's torment in your groin. I fear fo: replied my uncle Toby, but I am not at rest in my mind, Trim, lince the account the landlord has given me. I wish I had not known fo much of this affair, -added my uncle Toby, or that. I had known more of it:- How shall we manage it? Leave it, an't please your honour, to me, quoth the core poral.; --- I'll take my hat and stick, and go to the house and reconnoitre, and act accordingly, and I will bring your honour a full account in an hour.---Thou shalt go, Trim, said my uncle Toby, and here's a thilling for thee to drink with his servånt. I shall get it all out of him, faid the corporal; Mutting the door. PS

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