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wretches who hung pendent on the craggy rocks, or were ftretched lifeless on the sand. Some struggling had dug themselves a grave; others had resigned their breath before the impetuous furge whiried them on thore. A few in whom the vital spark was nor fo foon diflodged had clung to loose fragments; it was the grafp of death; embracing the ftone they stiffened, and the head no longer erect rested on the mass which the arms encircled. It felt nct the agonizing gripe, nor heard the figh that broke the heart in twain.

Resting his chin on an oaken club, the Sage looked round on every side to see if he could discern any who yet breathed. He drew nearer, and thought he saw at the first glance the unclosed eyes glare ; but foon perceived that they were mere glaffy substance, mute as the tongue, the jaws were fallen, and in some of the tan, gled locks hands were clinched, nay, even the nails had entered, sharpened by despair. The blood flew rapidly to his heart; it was Aeth; he felt he was still a man, and the big tear paced down his iron cheeks, whofe mufcles had not for a long time been relaxed by such hu. mane emotions. A moment he breathed quick, then heaved a figh, and his wonted calm returned with an accustomed glow of tenderness, for the ways of heaven were not hid from him; he lifted up his eyes to the common Father of Nature, and all was as still in his bosom as the smooth deep after having closed over the huge vessel, from which the wretched had fed.

ON HER LOVER'S DEATH. At the clofe of a summer's day I wandered with care. Jess steps over a pathless common; various anxieties had rendered the hours which the fun had enlightened heavy; fuber evening came on; I wished to ftill

my mind, and woo lone quiet in her fiļent walk.” The scene accorded with my feelings, it was wild and grand; and the fpreading twilight had almost confounded the distant fea with the barren blue hills that melted from

my fight,

I sat

I sat down on a rising ground, the rays

of the departing fun illumed the horizon, but fo indistinctly that I antici: pated their total extinction. The death of nature led me to a still more interesting subject that came home to my bosom, the death of him I loved. A village bell was tolling; I listened, and thought of the moment when I heard his interrupted breath, and felt the agonizing fear that the same found would never more reach my ears, and that the intelligence glanced from my eyes would no more be felt. The spoiler had seized his prey ; the sun was fled, what was this world to me l I wandered to another where death and darkness could not enter. I pursued the sun beyond the mountains, and the soul escaped from this vale of tears. My reflections were tinged with melancholy, but they were sublime. I grasped a mighty whole; and smiled on the king of terrors; the tie which bound me to my friends he could not break, the fame mysterious knot united me to the source of all goodness and happiness. I had seen the divinity reflected in the face 1 loved; I had read immortal characters displayed on a human countenance, and forgot myself whilft I gazed. I could not think of im. mortality without reflecting on the ecstacy I felt when my hcart first whispered to me that I was beloved, and again did I feel the sacred tie of mutual affection ; fervently I prayed to the Father of Mercies, and rejoiced that he could see every turn of a heart whose movements I could not perfectly understand. My passion seemed a pledge of immortality. I did not wish to hide it from the all-searching eye of heaven. Where indeed could I go from his presence ? and whilst it was dear to me, though darkness might reign during the night of life, joy would come when I awoke to life everlasting !

I now turned my step towards home, when the appearance of a girl who stood weeping on the common, attracted

my attention. I accosted her, and soon heard her simple tale, that her father was gone to sea, and her mother fick in bed. I followed her to their little dwel

ling, and relieved the fick wretch. I then again fought my own abode, but death did not now haunt my fancy. Contriving to give the poor creature I had left more effe&tual relief, I reached my own garden-gate and rested on it. Recolleéting the turns of my mind during the walk, I exclaimed--surely life may thus be enlivened by active benevolence, and the sleep of death like that I am now disposed to fall into may be sweet !

My life was now unmasked by an extraordinary change, and a few days ago I entered this cavern; for through it every mortal must pass ; and here I have dircovered that I neglected my opportunities of being useful whilft I foftered a devouring flame. Remorte has not reached me because I firmly adhered to my principles, and I have also discovered that I saw through a falle medium. Worthy as the mortal was I adored, I should not long have loved him with the ardour I did had fate united us, and bruken the delufion the imagi. nation so artfully wove. His virtues, as they now do, extorted my esteem ; but he who formed the human soul only can fill it, and the chief happiness of an immortal being must arise from the same source as its existence. Earthly love leads to heavenly, and prepares for a more exalted state, if it does not change its nature and destroy itself by trampling on the virtue that constitutes its essence, and allies us to the DEITY. (From the History of the FRENCH REVOLUTION). A VISIT TO VERSAILLES, AFTER THE

REVOLUTION, How filent is now Versailles ! The solitary foot that mounts the fumptuous stair-case refts on each landingplace, whilst the eye traverses the void almost expecting to see the strong images of fancy burst into life. The train of the Louis's, like the posterity of the Banquo's, pass in folemn sadness, pointing at the nothingness of grandeur fading away on the cold canvas which covers

the

the nakedness of the spacious walls, whilst the gloominess of the atmosphere gives a deeper shade to the gigantic figures that seem to be finking into the einbraces of death.

Warily entering the endless apartments half shut up, the fleeting lhadow of the penfive wanderer reflected in long glasses, that vainly gleamed in every direction, Nackened the nerves without apalling the heart; though lascivious pictures, in which grace varnishes voluptuousness, no longer seductive strike continually home to the borom the melancholy moral that anticipates the frozen lesson of experience. The very air is chill, seeming to clog the breath, and the wasting dampness of destruction appears to be stealing into the vast pile on every fide.

The oppressed heart feeks for relief in the garden, but even there the same images glide along the wide neglected walks ; all is fearfully still, and if a little rill creeping through the gathering moss down the cascade over which it used to rush, bring to mind the description of the grand water works, it is only to excite a languid (mile at the futile attempt to equal nature.

Lo ! this was the palace of the great king! The abode of magnificence! Who has broken the charm? Why does it now inspire only pity: Why; because nature smiling around presents to the imagination materials to build farms and hospitable manfions, where without raising idle admiration, that gladness will reign

the heart to benevolence, and that industry which renders innocent pleasure sweet.

Weeping, scarcely conscious that I weepFrance ! over the vestiges of thy former oppression, which seperating man from man with a fence of iron, sophisticated all, and made many completely wretched; I treinble lest I should meet some unfortunate being feeing from the despotism of licentious freedom, hearing the snap of the guillotine at his heels ; merely becaule he was once noble, or has afforded an asylum to those whofe only crime is their name, and if my pen almost bound

which opens

with eagerness to record the day that levelled the Baf. tile with the dust, making the towers of despair tremble to their base ; the recollection that ftill the abbey is appropriated to hold the victims of revenge and suspicion palfies the hand that would fain do justice to the assault which tumbled into heaps of ruins walls that seemed to mock the refiftless force of time. Down fell the temple of despotism, but despotism has not been buried in its ruins! Unhappy country! when will thy children cease to tear thy bosom? When will a change of opinion, producing a change of morals, render thee truly free? When will truth give life to real magnanimity, and justice place equality on a stable seat? When will thy sons trust because they deserve to be trusted ; and private virtue become the guarantee of patriotism Ah! when will thy government become the most perfect, because thy citizens are the most virtuous !

ON THE INFLUENCE OF HABIT,

IN THE

FORMATION OF THE HUMAN CHARACTER.

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ABIT is a principle of universal influence. It is by repeated thoughts, affections, and states of mind. As ideas, which have been once or repeatedly intro. duced, recur by means of association with other ideas, so entire states of mind, confisting of a great nuinber of ideas in miniature, united into one general internal feel. ing, recur with more frequency and permanency by means of various associations. Thus the mental habits are formed, increased, and perpetuated. The period from infancy to maturity may be considered as that in which the mental powers are forming. From maturity to that period in which the human frame attains its uta most strength and kability, they may be considered as VOL.IV.

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