THE reft of his outline may be given in a few strokes; one might put it into the hands of any one to defign, for 'twas neither elegant or otherwise, but as character and expreffion made it fo: it was a thin, spare form, fomething above the common fize, if it loft not the distinction by a bend forwards in the figure-but it was the attitude of Entreaty; and, as it now ftands prefented to my imagination,. it gained more than it loft by it.

WHEN he had entered the room three

paces, he stood ftill; and laying his left hand upon his breast, (a flender white ftaff with which he journeyed being in his right)when I had got close up to him, he introduced himself with the little story of the wants of his convent, and the poverty of his order- and did it with with fo fimple à grace-and fuch an air of deprecation was there in the whole caft of his look and figure

I was bewitched not to have been struck

with it.

-A BETTER reafon was, I had predetermined not to give him a single

fous.

Τ Η Ε Μ Ο Ν Κ.

CALA I S.

IS very true, faid I, replying to a caft upwards with hist eyes, with which he had concluded his addrefs-'tis very true-and heaven be their refource who have no other but the charity of the world, the stock of which, I fear, is no way fufficient for the many great claims which are hourly made upon it.

As

As I prononnced the words great claims, he gave a flight glance with his eye downwards upon the fleeve of his tunic felt the full force of the appeal-I acknowledge it, faid I a coarse habit, and that but once in three years, with meagre diet- are no great matters; and the true point of pity is, as they can be earn'd in the world with fo little industry, that your order should wish to procure them by preffing upon a fund which is the property of the lame, the blind, the aged, and the infirm the captive who lies down counting over and over again the days of his afflictions, languishes alfo for his fhare of it: and had you been of the order of mercy, inftead of the order of St. Francis poor as I am, continued I, pointing at my portmanteau, full chearfully should it have been opened to you, for the ransom of the unfortunate-The Monk made me a bow-but of all others, refumed I, the unfortunate

unfortunate of our own country, furely have the first rights; and I have left thousands in distress upon our own shore —the Monk gave a cordial wave with his head—as much as to say, No doubt there is mifery enough in every corner of the world as well as within our conventBut we diftinguifh, faid I, laying my hand upon the fleeve of his tunic, in return for his appeal-we diftinguish, my good father! betwixt those who wish only to eat the bread of their own labour, and those who eat the bread of other people's, and have no other plan in life, but to get through it in floth and ignorance, for the love of God.

THE poor Francifcan made no reply: a hectic of a moment pafs'd across his cheek, but could not tarry-Nature feemed to have done with her refentments in him; he fhewed none

-but

letting his staff fall within his arms, he preffed

preffed both his hands with refignation upon his breaft, and retired.

THE MON K.

CALA I S.

Y heart fmote me the moment

MY

he fhut the door- Pfha! faid I, with an air of careleffness, three feveral times but it would not do: every ungracious fyllable I had uttered, crouded back into my imagination:-I reflected I had no right over the poor Francifcan, but to deny him; and that the punishment of that was enough to the difappointed without the addition of unkind language-I confidered his gray hairs his courteous figure feemed to re-enter, and gently ask me

what