ing. A course of small, quiet attentions, not fo pointed as to alarm nor fo vague as to be misunderstood, - with now and then a look of kindness, and little or nothing faid upon it-leaves Nature for your mistress, and she fashions it to her mind.

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THEREMISE.

CALAIS."

TONSIEUR Dessein came back
to let us out of the chaise, and

acquaint the lady the Count de L
her brother was just arrived at the ho-
tel. Though I had infinite good-will
for the lady, I cannot say that I rejoiced
in my heart at the event and could not
help telling her fo - for it is fatal to a pro-
pofal, Madam, said I, that I was going to
make to you

-You need not tell me what the proposal was, faid she, laying her hand upon both mine, as she interrupted me. A man, my good Sir, has feldom an offer of kindness to make to a woman, but the

has

has a presentiment of it some moments before.

NATURE arms her with it, faid I, for immediate preservation-But, I think, faid she, looking in my face, I had no evil to apprehend and to deal frankly with you, had determined to accept it.If I had (she stopped a moment) - I believe your good-will would have drawn a story from me which would have made pity the only dangerous thing in the journey.

IN saying this, she suffered me to kiss her hand twice, and with a look of fenfibility mixed with a concern, she got out. of the chaife-and bid adieu.

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IN THE STREET.

CALAIS.

I

NEVER finished a twelve-guinea bargain so expeditiously in my life: my time seemed heavy upon the lofs of the lady, and knowing every moment of it would be as two, till I put myself into motion-I ordered poft-horses directly, and walked towards the hotel.

LORD! faid I, hearing the townclock strike four, and recollecting that I had been little more than a fingle hour in Calais

-WHAT a large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life by him who interests 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, misses nothing he can fairly lay his hands on.

-IF this won't turn out fomething another will no matter

'tis an essay upon human nature -I get my labour for my pains-'tis enough the pleasure of the experiment has kept my senses, and the best part of my blood, awake, and laid the gross to fleep.

I PITY the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry, 'Tis all barren -And fo it is; and so is all the world to him who will not cultivate the fruits it offers. I declare, said I, clapping my hands chearily together, that was I in a defart, I would find out wherewith in it to call forth my affections -- If I could not do better, I would fasten them upon