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; 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, All All Difcord, Harmony not understood; 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. |