me fee it: the bad folded it up neatly in a couple of vine leaves, tied round with a tendril-on opening it, I sawan S marked in one of the corner.

She had since that, she told me, itrayed as far as Rome, and walked round St. Peter's once and returned back--that she found her way alone across the Apennines-had travelled over all Lombardy without money—and through the Ainty roads of Savoy without shoes : how she had borne it, and how she had got supported, the could not tell--but God tempers the wind, said Maria, to the shorn lamb.

Shorn indeed ! and to the quick, said I ; and wast thou in my own land, where I have a cottage, I would take thee to it and shelter thee; thou shouldst eat of my own bread, and drink of my own cup— I would be kind to thy Sylvioin all thy weakness and wanderings I would seek after thee, and bring thee back-when the sun went down I would say my prayers, and when I had done, thou shouldīt play thy evening fong upon thy pipe ; nor would the incense of my facrifice be worse accepted, for entering heaven along with that of a broken heart.

NATURE melted within me, as I uttered this ; and Maria observing, as I took out my handkerchief, that it was steeped too much already to be of use, would needs go wash it in the ftream-And where will you dry it, Maria ? faid 1-I will dry it in my bosom, said she—it will do me good. And is your

heart still so warm, Maria ? said I. I TOUCHED upon the string on which hung all her sorrows

The lookelt with wistful disorder for some time in my face; and then, without saying any thing, took her pipe, and played her service to the Virgin-The string I had touched ceased to vibrate-in-a moment or two Maria returned to herself let her pipe fail-and rose up.

AND

And where are you going, Maria ? said I,-She faid, to Moulines. Let us go, said I, together.-Maria put her arm within mine, and lengthening the ftring to let the dog follow in that order we entered Moulines.

Though I hate falutations and greetings in the marketplace, yet when we got into the middle of this, I ftooped to take my

last look and last farewel of Maria. MARIA, though not tall, was nevertheless of the first order of fine forms affliction had touched her looks with something that was scarce earthly still she was feminine :and so much was there about her of all that the heart wilhes,

eye looks for in woman, that could the traces be ever worn out of her brain, and those of Eliza's out of mine, she should not only eat of my bread and drink of my own cup, but Maria should lie in my bosom, and be unto me as a daughter.

ADIEU, poor luckless maiden !imbibe the oil and wine which the compassion of a stranger, as he journieth on his way, now pours into thy wounds--the Being who has twice bruised thee can only bind them up for ever.

STERNE.

or the

FT it has been my lot to mark

A proud, conceited, talking spark,
With eyes, that hardly sery'd at moft
To guard their master'gainst a poft :
Yet round the world the blade has been
To see whatever could be seen,

Returning

Returning from his finished tour,
Grown ten times perter than before,
Whatever word you chance to drop,
The travellid fool your mouth will stop ;
“ Sir, if my judgment you'll allow-
“ I've seen and fure I ought to know".
So begs you'd pay a due fubmiffion,
And acquiesce in his decision.

Two travellers of such a cast,
As o'er Arabia's wilds they past,
And on their way in friendly chat
Now talk'd of this, and then of that,
Discours'd awhile, 'mongst other matter,
Of the Camelion's form and nature.
“ A stranger animal,” cries one,
16 Sure never liv'd beneath the sun :
" A lizard's body lean and long,
66 A filh's head, a serpent's tongue,
“ Its cooth, with triple claw disjoin'd ;
" And what a length of tail behind !
" How slow its pace ! and then its hue
" Who ever saw so fine a blue ?"

« Hold there," the other quick replies, “ 'Tis green I saw it with these eyes, “ As late with open mouth it lay, « And warm'd it in the sunny ray ; " Streach'd at its ease the beast I view'd, 6 And saw it eat the air for food."

“ I've seen it, Sir, as well as you,

And must again affirm it blue " At leisure I the beast survey'd

Extended in the cooling shade.

« Tis green,

'tis green, Sir, I assure ye• Green !” cries the other, in a fury“ Why, Sir-d'ye think I've lost my eyes ?"

“ 'Twere no great loss,” the friend replies,
« For if they always serve you thus,
" You'll find 'em but of little use."

So high at last the contest rose,
From words they almost came to blows:
When luckily came by a third ;
To him the question they referr'd ;
And begg'd he'd tell 'em, if he knew,
Whether the thing was green or blue.

“ Sirs,” cries the umpire, “ cease your pother-
“ The creature's neither one nor t’other.
" I caught the animal last night,
“ And view'd it o'er by candle-light :
“ I mark'd it well—'twas black as jet-
• You stare—but, Sirs, I've got it yet,
« And can produce it.”-Pray, Sir, do :
“ I'll lay my life the thing is blue."
« And I'll be sworn that when you're feen
“ The reptile, you'll pronounce him green."

“ Well then, at once to ease the doubt," Replies the

mani,

" I'll turn him out : “ And when before your eyes I've set him, “ If you don't find him black, I'll eat him."

He said ; then full before their fight Produc'd the beast, and lo!-'twas white. Both star'd, the man look'd wond'rous wife

My children," the Camelion cries, (Then first the creature found a tongue) “ You all are right, and all are wrong :

66 When

“ When next you talk of what you view,
« Think others see as well as you :
• Nor wonder, if you find that none
"Prefers your eye-fight to his own."

MERRICK

CH A P.

XIII.

THE YOUTH AND THE PHILOSOPHER,

A rare,

GRECIAN Youth, of talents rare,

Whom Plato's plıilosophic care
Had form’d for Virtue's nobler view,
By precepts and example too,
Would often boast his matchless kill,
To curb the steed, and guide the wheel.
And as he pass'd the gazing throng,
With graceful ease, and smack'd the thong,
The idiot wonder they exprefs'd
Was praise and transport to bis breaft.

At length quite vain, he needs would shew
His master what his art could do ;
And bade his Naves the chariot lead
To Academus' sacred shade.
'The trembling grove confess’d its fright,
The wood-nymphs started at the fight ;
The Muses drop the learned lyre,
And to their inmost shades retire.

Howe'er, the youth, with forward air,
Bows to the sage, and mounts the car ;
The lash resounds the coursers spring,
The chariot marks the rolling ring :

And