nishes, and you bear the other half without complaint.

I was interrupted in the hey-day of this foliloquy, with a voice which I took to be of a child, which complained "it "could not get out."--I looked up and down the paffage, and feeing neither man, woman, or child, I went out without further attention.

In my return back through the paffage, I heard the fame words repeated twice over; and looking up, I faw it was a ftarling hung in a little cage." I can't "I "get out I can't get out," faid the starling.

I STOOD looking at the bird; and toevery person who came through the paffage, it ran fluttering to the fide towards which they approached it, with the fame lamentation of its captivity--"I can't get "out,"

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"out," faid the ftarling-God help thee! faid I, but I'll let thee out, coft what it: will; fo turned about the cage to get to he door: it was twifted and doublé twifted fo faft with wire, there was no getting it open without pulling the cage to pieces I took both hands to it.

THE bird flew to the place where I was attempting his deliverance, and: thrufting his head through the trellis, preffed his breaft against it, as if impatient-I fear, poor creature! faid I, I cannot fet thee at liberty-"No," faid the ftarling "I can't get out-I can't get "out," faid the ftarling.

I vow, I never had my affections more tenderly awakened; or do I remember an incident in my life, where the diffi pated fpirits, to which my reafon had" been a bubble, were fo fuddenly called ho.ne. Mechanical as the nctes were,

yet fo true in tune to nature were they chanted, that in one moment they overthrew all my fyftematic reasonings upon the Baftile; and I heavily walked up ftairs, unfaying every word!I had faid in going down them.

DISGUISE thyfelf as thou wilt, ftill, flavery! faid Iftill thou art a bitter. draught; and though thoufands in all ages have been made to drink of thee, Ithou 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 worfhip, whose tafte is grateful and ever will be fo, till NATURE herself fhall change no tint of words can spot thy fnowy mantle, or chymic power turn thy fceptre into iron-with thee to fimile upon him as he eats his cruft, the fwain is happier than his monarch, from whofe

court thou art exiled- Gracious hea–

ven! cried I, kneeling down upon the laft ftep 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 fhower down thy mitres, if it feems good unto thy divine providence, upon thofe heads which are aching for them.

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HE bird in his cage purfued me:

into my room; I fat down close to my table, and leaning my head upon my hand, I begun 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 milli-ons of my fellow-creatures born to no in-. heritance 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 diftract me