feemed heavy upon the loss 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 town-clock ftrike 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 see 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 fomethinganother will no matter-'tis an essay

human nature

upon -I get my labour for my pains 'tis enough-the pleasure of the experiment has kept my fenses, and the beft part of my blood, awake, and laid the grofs to fleep.

I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry, 'Tis all barren and fo it is; and fo is all the world to

him who will not cultivate the fruits it offers. I declare, said I, clapping my hands cheerily together, that, was I in a defert, I would find out wherewith in it to call forth my affections - If I could not do better, I would faften them upon some sweet myrtle, or feek some melancholy cypress to connect myself to - I would court their shade, and greet them kindly for their protection—I would cut my name upon them, and swear they were the lovelieft trees throughout the defert: if their leaves withered, I would teach myself to mourn; and when they rejoiced, I would rejoice along with them.

The learned SMELFUNGUS travelled

from Boulogne to Paris from Paris to Rome and fo on -but he fet out with the spleen and jaundice, and every object he passed by was difcoloured or diftortedHe wrote an account of them, but 'twas nothing but the account of his miserable feelings.

I met Smelfungus in the grand portico of the Pantheon-he was juft coming out of it-'Tis nothing but a huge cock-pit *),

*) Vide Smollet's Travels.

faid he - I wish you had said nothing worse of the Venus of Medicis, replied I-for, in passing through Florence, I had heard he had fallen foul upon the goddess, and used her worse than a common ftrumpet, without the leaft provocation in nature.

I popp'd upon Smelfungus again at Turin, in his return home; and a fad tale of forrowful adventures he had to tell, "wherein he spoke of moving accidents "by flood and field, and of the cannibals "which each other eat: the Anthropo"phagi” — he had been flay'd alive, and bedevil'd- and used worse than St. Bartholomew, at every ftage he had come at--I'll tell it, cried Smelfungus, to the world. You had better tell it, said I, to your phyfician.

Mundungus, with an immenfe fortune, made the whole tour; going on from Rome to Naples-from Naples to Venice-from Venice to Vienna-to Drefden, to Berlin, without one generous connection or pleafurable anecdote to tell of; but he had travelled ftraight on, looking neither to his right hand nor his left, left Love or Pity should feduce him out of his road.

Peace be to them! if it is to be found; but Heaven itself, was it possible to get there with fuch tempers, would want objects to give it every gentle spirit would come flying upon the wings of Love to hail their arrival-Nothing would the fouls of Smelfungus and Mundungus hear of, but fresh anthems of joy, fresh raptures of love, and fresh congratulations of their common felicity I heartily pity them: they have brought up no faculties for this work; and, was the happiest mansion in Heaven to be allotted to Smelfungus and Mundungus, they would be fo far from being happy, that the souls of Smelfungus and Mundungus would do penance there to all eternity.

MONTRIUL.

I HAD once loft my portmanteau from behind my chaife, and twice got out in the rain, and one of the times up to the knees in dirt, to help the postillion to tie it on, without being able to find out what was wanting - Nor was it till I got to Montriul, upon the landlord's ask

ing me if I wanted not a fervant, that it occurred to me that that was the very thing.

A fervant! That I do moft fadly, quoth I-Because, Monfieur, said the landlord, there is a clever young fellow, who would be very proud of the honour to serve an Englishman. But why an English one, more than any other? They are fo generous, faid the landlord-I'll be shot if this is not a livre out of my pocket, quoth I to myself, this very night - But they have wherewithal to be so, Monfieur, added he Set down one livre more for that, quoth I-It was but last night, faid the landlord, qu'un my Lord Anglois préfentoit un écu à la fille de chambre - Tant pis, pour Mademoiselle Janatone, faid I.

Now, Janatone being the landlord's daughter, and the landlord fuppofing I was young in French, took the liberty to inform me, I should not have said tant pis-but, tant mieux. Tant mieux, toujours, Monfieur, said he, when there is any thing to be got-tant pis, when there is nothing. It comes to the fame