remembered a pale thin perfon of a man who had fat down betwixt her and her goat about two years before? She faid, fhe was unfettled much at that time, but remembered it upon two accounts-that ill as fhe was, the faw the perfon pitied her; and next, that her goat had stolen his handkerchief, and fhe had beat him for the theft-she had washed it, she said, in the brook, and kept it ever fince in her pocket to restore it to him in cafe the fhould ever fee him again, which, fhe added, he had half promised her. As fhe told me this, fhe took a handkerchief

Maria, though not tall, was nevertheless of the firft order of fine forms-affliction had touched her looks with fomething that was fcarce earthly-ftill fhe was feminine and fo much was there about her of all that the heart wishes, or the 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 fhould lie in my bofom, and be unto me as a daughter.

Adieu, poor lucklefs maiden! imbibe the oil and wine which

the

the compaffion of a stranger, as he journeyeth on his way now pours into thy wounds-the Being who has twice bruised thee,

can only bind them up

for ever.

STERNE.

ALL

Univerfal Order.

LL are but parts of one ftupendous whole,

Whose body nature is, and God the foul ; That, chang'd thro' all, and yet in all the fame,

Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame : Warms in the fun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the ftars, and bloffoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent;

Spreads undivided, operates unfpent;

VOL. II.

E

Breathes

Breathes in our foul, informs our mortal

part,

As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart;
As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns,
As the rapt Seraph that adores and burns:
To him no high, no low, no great, ne
fmall;

He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.

.Ceafe then, nor Order imperfection name: Our proper blifs depends on what we blame. Know thy own point: This kind, this due degree

Of blindnefs, weakness, Heav'n bestows on

thee.

Submit. In this, or any other sphere,
Secure to be as bloft as thou canst bear :
Safe in the hand of one difpofing pow'r,
Or in the natal, or the mortal hour.
All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee;
All Chance, Direction, which thou canst
not fee..;

All

All Difcord, Harmony not understood;
All partial Evil, univerfal Good:

And, fpite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.

POPE..

Epigram on Quin and Foote. As Quin and Foote

One day walk'd out

To view the country round,

I merry mood

They chatting stood,

Hard by the village-pound.

Foote from his poke

A fhilling took,

And faid, I'll bet a penny

In a short space,

Within this place,

I'll make this piece a guinea.