thing, and who, having eyes to fee what time and. chance are perpetually holding out to him as he journeyeth on his way, miffes nothing he can fairly lay his hands on.

-If this wont turn out fomething-another will-no matter-'tis an effay upon human nature-I get my labour for my pains-'tis enough

the pleasure of the experiment has kept my fenfes, and the best part of my blood awake, and laid the grofs to fleep.

I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beerfheba, 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, faid I, clapping my hands cheerily together, that was I in a defert, I would find out where with in it to call forth my affections-It I could do no better, I would fasten them upon fome fweet myrtle, or feek fome melancholy cypress to connect myfelf to-I would court their fhade, and greet them kindly for their protection-I would cut my name upon them, and fwear they were the lovelieft trees throughout the defert: if their leaves withered I would teach my felf to mourn, and when they rejoiced, I would rejoice along with them.

SENT. JOURNEY, P. SI.

FEELING

FEELING AND BENEFICENCE.

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AS it Mackay's regiment, quoth my uncle Toby, where the poor grenadier was fo unmercifully whipp'd at Bruges about the-ducats? Chrift! he was innocent cried Trim, with a deep figh.And he was whipp'd, may it please your honour, almost to death's door. They had better have shot him outright, as he begged, and he had gone directly to heaven, for he was as innocent as your honour.-I thank thee, Trim, quoth my uncle Toby. I never think of his, continued Trim, and my poor brother Tom's misfortunes, for we were all three fchool-fellows, but I cry like a coward.Tears are no proof of cowardice, Trim, I drop them oft times myself, cried my uncle Toby—I know your honour does, replied Trim, and foam not afhamed of it my felf.-But to think, may it please your honour, continued Trim, a tear ftealing into the corner of his eye as he spoke -to think of two virtuous lads, with hearts as warm in their bodies, and as honeftas God could make them-The children of honest people, going forth with gallant fpirits to feck their fortunes in the world and fall into fuch evils ! poor Tom! to be tortured upon a rack for nothing but marrying a few's widow who fold faufages honest Dick Johnson's foul to be scourged out of his body, for the ducats another man put into his knapsack! O!-thefe are misfor

tunes,

tunes, cried Trim, pulling out his handkerchief, thefe are misfortunes, may it please your ho nour, worth laying down and crying over.

Twould be a pity, Trim, quoth my uncle Toby, thou fhouldft ever feel forrow of thy own, Thou feeleft it fo tenderly for others.-Alacko-day, replied the Corporal, brightening up his face your honour knows I have neither wife or child-I can have no forrows in this world. As few as any man, Trim, replied my uncle To by; nor can I fee how a fellow of thy light heart can fuffer, but from the diftrefs of poverty in thy old age when thou art paffed all fervices, Trim-and haft outlived thy friends.-An' pleafe your honour, never fear, replied Trim, cheerily-But I would have thee, never fear, Trim, replied my uncle Toby, and therefore, continued my uncle Toby, throwing down his crutch, and getting upon his legs as he uttered the word therefore in recompence, Trim, of thy long fidelity to me, and that goodnefs of thy heart I have had fuch proofs of whilft thy mafter is worth a fhilling-thou fhalt never afk elsewhere Trim, for a penny. Trim attempted to thank my uncle Toby, but had not power tears trickled down his cheeks fafter than he could wipe them off he laid his hands upon his breastmade a bow to the ground, and fhut the door.

I have left Trim my bowling-green, cried

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my uncle Toby,My father fmiled-I have left him moreover a penfion, continued my uncle Toby. My father looked grave. ba

T. SHANDY, V. II. c. 39.

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MONSIDER flavery, what it is, how bitter a draught, and how many millions have been made to drink of it; which if it can poifon all earthly happinefs when exercifed barely upon our bodies, what must it be, when it comprehends both the flavery of body and mind?To conceive this, look into the hiftory of the Romish church and her tyrants (or rather executioners), who feem to have taken pleasure in the pangs and convulfions of their fellowcreatures.Examine the inquifition, hear the melancholy notes founded in every cell.

Confider the anguifh of mock trials, and the exquifite tortures confequent thereupon, mercilessly inflicted upon the unfortunate, where the racked and weary foul has fo often wished to take its leave,but cruelly not fuffered to depart Confider how many of thefe helpless wretches have been hauled from thence in all periods of this tyrannic ufurpation, to undergo the maffacres and flames to which a falfe and a bloody religion has condemned them.

Let us behold him in another light.

7 If we confider man as a creature full of wants and neceffities (whether real or imaginary), which he is not able to fupply of himself, what a train of disappointments, vexations and dependences are to be feen, iffuing from thence to perplex and make his being uneafy !How many juftlings and hard ftruggles do we undergo in making our way in the world!-How barbaroufly held back !-How often and bafely overthrown, in aiming only at getting bread 1How many of us never attain' it—at least not comfortably, but from various unknown caufes -eat it all our lives long in bitterness. !

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SERMON X. P. 202.

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OPPRESSION VANQUISHED.

HAVE not been a furlong from Shandy-hall, fince I wrote to you laft-but why is my pen fo perverfe? I have been to *****,and my errand was of fo peculiar'a nature, that I must give you an account of it.- -You will fcarce

believe me, when I tell you, It was to outjuggle a juggling attorney; to put craft, and all its power; to defiance; and to obtain juftice from one who has a heart foul enough to take advantage

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