to like the first dishes, which was often my cafe, it is a grofs breach of politenefs to afk for part of any other till its turn comes. But have patience, and there will be eating enough. Allow me to run over the acts of a vifiting day, not overlooking the interludes.

Prelude a luncheon-then a fucceffion of fish, flesh and fowl for two hours; during which time the defert, I was forry for the ftrawberries and cream, refts on the table to be impregnated by the fumes of the viands. Coffee immediately follows in the drawing-room; but does not preclude punch, ale, tea and cakes, raw falmon, &c. A fupper brings up the rear, not forgetting the introductory luncheon, almoft equalling in removes the dinner. A day of this kind you would imagine fufficient-but a to-morrow and a to-morrow-A never ending, ftill beginning feaft may be bearable, perhaps, when ftern winter frowns, fhaking with chilling afpect his hoary locks; but during a fummer, fweet as fleeting, let me, my kind strangers, escape fometimes into your fir groves, wander on the margin of your beautiful lakes, or clime your rocks to view ftill others in endless perfpective; which, piled by more than giant's hand, fcale the heavens to intercept its rays, or to receive the parting tinge of lingering day-day that, fcarcely foftened into twilight, allows the frethening breeze to wake, and the moon to burst forth in all her glory to glide with folemn elegance through the azure expanfe.

The cow's bell has ceafed to tinkle the herd to reft; they have all paced across the heath. Is not this the witching time of night? The waters murmur, and fall with more than mortal mufic, and fpirits of peace walk abroad to calm the agitated breaft. Eternity is in these moments: worldly cares melt into the airy ftuff that dreams are made of; and reveries, mild and enchanting as the first hopes of love, or the recollection of loft enjoyment, carry the hapless wight into futurity, who, in bustling life, has vainly ftrove to throw off the grief

which lies heavy at the heart. Good night! A crefcent hangs out in the vault before, which woos me to ftray abroad it is not a filvery reflection of the fun, but glows with all its golden fplendour. Who fears the falling dew! It only makes the mown grafs fmell more fragrant.

SERVANTS.

The fituation of the fervants in every refpect, partiticularly that of the women, fhews how far the Swedes are from having a juft conception of rational equality. They are not termed flaves; yet a man may ftrike a man with impunity because he pays him wages; though thefe wages are fo low, that neceffity muft teach them to pilfer, whilft fervility renders them falfe and boorish. Still the men ftand up for the dignity of man, by oppreffing the women. The most menial, and even laborious offices, are therefore left to these poor drudges. Much of this I have feen. In the winter, I am told, they take the linen down to the river, to wash it in the cold water; and though their hands, cut by the ice, are cracked and bleeding, the men, their fellow fervants, will not difgrace their manhood by carrying a tub to lighten their burden.

You will not be furprised to hear that they do not wear fhoes or ftockings, when I inform you that their wages are feldom more than twenty or thirty fhillings per annum. It is the custom, I know, to give them a new year's gift, and a prefent at fome other period; but can it all amount to a juft indemnity for their labour? The treatment of fervants in moft countries, I grant, is very unjuft; and in England, that boafted land of freedom, it is often extremely tyrannical. I have frequent. ly, with indignation, heard gentleman declare that they would never allow a fervant to answer them; and ladies of the most exquifite fenfibility, who were continually exclaiming against the cruelty of the vulgar to the brute creation, have in my prefence forgot that their atten

dants

I do not

dants had human feelings, as well as forms. know a more agreeable fight than to fee fervants part of a family. By taking an intereft, generally speaking, in their concerns, you infpire them with one for yours. We must love our fervants, or we fhall never be fufficiently attentive to their happiness; and how can those masters be attentive to their happiness, who living above their fortunes, are more anxious to outfhine their neighbours than to allow their houfhold the innocent enjoyments they earn.

It is, in fact, much more difficult for fervants who are tantalized by feeing and preparing the dainties of which they are not to partake, to remain honeft, than the poor, whofe thoughts are not led from their homely fare; fo that, though the fervants here are commonly thieves, you seldom hear of houfe-breaking, or robbery on the highway. The country is, perhaps, too thinly inhabited to produce many of that defcription of thieves termed footpads, or highwaymen. They are ufually the fpawn of great cities; the effect of the fpurious defires generated by wealth, rather than the defperate frug, gles of poverty to escape from mifery.

GONDALBERT:

A FRAGMENT IN THE MANNER OF OSSIAN,

Tmountain breezes fan the dark-bending pines.

HE grey mifts of evening curl over the valley. The

Sarill founds the fhepherd's whiftle over the heath, and mute is the vale-bofomed hamlet. Son of Anfekir, why art thou fad? Soul-troubled chief, why roveft thou in the caftle of other times? Silent now is the dwelling of the mighty! The ruftling ivy waves from its battlements. The owl feeks her neft in the ruins. Mirth reigns not in the hall, and filent is the fong of harps. The tales of other days are heard no more!-no more they mingle with the spirit-roufing lyre. The heroes of

other

other times are departed and gone, as the yellow beams of the fun flee away when the ftorm lours over the mountain. The wind waves the grafs of their tombs ; the wild ftream murmurs near their dwelling.

Gondalbert was fierce in the battle, as the wolf of Romanza. Loud was his voice, as the roaring of the mountain torrent. Noble were the steps of the darkfrowning chief. In yon cafile, the minstrel oft recorded his valour, there fent he round the goblet in the joy of his foul. Mighty were the deeds of Gondalbert in the field, mighty was the fon of Rodrigo in the battle.

The fun arofe over the hills of mift. The gems of Aurora gleam'd on the thistle, when Gondalbert with the fword of his fathers, fought the battle of heroes.— The morning breezes waved the plume of his helmet. The fun-beams flashed from his fhield. Many were the chiefs that followed him, many were the javelins that glittered as the stars of night. They rushed on to battle, like the noife of a thousand torrents when they dash from the fummits of the fnow-crested Alps. Dreadful was the contefts of chiefs. The raven flapped her jetty wings, and rejoiced at the carnage. The fongs of a thoufand harps echoed over the heath, and urg'd the warriors to glory. Gondalbert rushed through their ranks, as the tawny lion when furrounded burfts through the nets of the hunters. Many fell by his fword, many fent he to dwell with their fathers-Logron of the mifty ftream died by his hand. Few were the days of his youth on the hills of his country, and small was the fame of Logran. Long did Soluna look from her caftle on the mountains, long did the mourn the delay of her hufband. Sickness overcame the foft-bofomed daughter of Omphir. The tomb clasped the wife of Logron! Beneath the cypress they fleep, and mournful is the mufic of the dark-waving tree! Mighty were the deeds of Gondalbert in the field of carnage. Swiftly fled the foe over the mountains. On flew the chief, a fpear ftruck the breaft of the hero 1-he rolled in his blood.-The

fhades

fhades of death hovered around him; dim was the eye of Gondalbert!-The battle ceafed-the minstrels mourned over the fallen chief. A thoufand lyres gave their plaintive mufic-and thus fung the harpers of other days!

Lynn, July 5, 1798.

LETTER,

G. GOODWIN.

RECENTLY WRITTEN FROM A JEW TO HIS BRETHREN, CONCERNING THE ESTABLISHMENT OF

A NEW JEWISH REPUBLIC.

(Tranflated from the Italian)

BROTHERS,

YOU who have groaned for fo many ages under the

Y weight of the cruelcft perfecution, do you not

Our

wish to burst from the ftate of degrading humiliation in which intolerant and barbarous religions have placed you? Contempt accompanies us every where. fufferings are unpitied or defpifed. The unfhaken conftancy with which we have perfevered in the faith of our ancestors, far from procuring us the admiration which is due to fuch a conduct, has only increased the unjuft hatred which all nations bear towards us. It is only by affecting the exterior of baseness and mifery that we are enabled to fecure our property and preferve our unhappy existence. It is at least time to fhake off this infupportable yoke-It is time to refume our rank among the other nations of the universe.

Vile robbers poffefs that facred land which our anceftors were compelled to yield to the Romans. They profane the holy city which we defended with fo much courage. Pofterity has preferved a dreadful remembrance of the ftruggle-We, furely, have not forgotten it. That courage has only flumbered; the hour to

awaken