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glad that I am ill treated by strangers, it will make me stay at home with my friends.” A traveller upon

" the road must expect to be abused; some will say that he is a gentleman, and others that he is a highwayman: after all it amounts to nothing; a man's heart is the sitting magistrate, who best knows the truth of the evidence. A certain military character having been subjected to some severe but unjust reflections upon his conduct, desired to be tried by a court martial, which was granted him; when the same enemies, who had propagated the reports, stretched their evidence to a sufficient extent to occasion the court to sentence him to a reprimand. A friend afterwards asked him why he had brought the disgrace upon himself by demanding a court martial? “ Because" (answered he) “ I did not know that I was guilty.” It is, perhaps, the best and safest way for the man of integrity, who has the injuries of injustice to complain of, not cognizable by the laws of his country, to trust to the strength of his own character, which will support him through the trial, and, at length, expose falsehood. A few, indeed, may entertain false opinions from false representations; but the good man, attacked by calumny, remains as immove. able aş a strong fortress upon a rock, to shew the weakness of the power that assails him; it is then that his enemy is compelled to raise the siege with the loss of his ammunition,

It not unfrequently happens, through the strength of truth, that the modest person has the power to

dismay the most impudent assailant. A mild, inoffensive man had one day, at table, endured with a great deal of patience the severe jokes of a wit (of no very good character,) who had amused himself and the party at his expence, one of the company asked the quiet man why he did not reply to the other's animadversions? “Because” (answered he) “ I have too much charity.” And a still keener reply was made some years ago by a poor Irish barrister, who did not always come into court properly drest. The judge, who was suspected of being not the most pure upon the bench, one day took notice of this want of propriety in the following words:-“ My dear Mr. Macgragh, I am sorry to see that you come into court with such a dirty shirt.”—“ Faith, I am very sorry for it too,” (replied the barrister,) “ but, though my shirt is dirty, if your lordship will look (holding up both his hands) you will see that my hands are clane." The truth is, that it matters very little what people say of a man, it is what the man feels that he can say of himself. Fame frequently bestows her prizes unjustly, and often takes them away without a cause; which mutability of her character


occasion to the bon mot of a wit and epicure of the present day, who having listened some time to a conversation upon the tongue of fair report, said, “ Why, for my part, I prefer a neat's tongue; the flavour is as good, and it keeps much longer.”

It is unpleasant to the feelings of a humane man to hear, in our courts of justice, the torrents of abuse opened by the counsel, making a wreck of reputation,

and sinking character for ever. Ill advised are parties to go to law for trifling matters, since there are almost always faults on both sides; and perhaps, for some paltry consideration, they become publicly posted up as knaves or blockheads in the truest sense of my motto, and, it may be, with the additional satisfaction of each having his own costs to pay.

DEAR SIR, “ I am one of those unhappy people whose whole life has been a constant scene of interruption; I was impeded coming into the world by the difficult labour of my mother, and in my growth by the bad management of my nurse. No sooner was I able to go alone, than I was remarkable for the many tumbles I experienced, and the earliest interruption of my childhood was in running after a bird, when I fell over a broomstick and broke my nose. Numerous were the obstacles to my going to school, from the circumstance of an old woman selling apples and gingerbread exactly in


road; but what, sir, is very extraordinary, as

I grew up I found my interruptions increase. I once fell over a wheelbarrow, running after a pretty girl, and into a ditch gaping at a boy's kite; but these are trifles compared to what I have suffered since. In short, every scrape of my life has arisen from interruption, and I do really think that I never seriously determined upon any thing without experiencing an interruption, except when I was going to be married at St. James's church, when the deuce of any thing

occurred to prevent me. Why, sir, I never told a story, or sung a song in my life, without being interrupted; but if it will not take up too much of your time, I will detail some of the most extraordinary of the interruptions I have met with. About eighteen months after my marriage, my wife (for there also had occurred an interruption) proved with child, and at one o'clock in the morning I was awakened to go for a doctor, Nobody could be more active in getting out of bed, but I was a little delayed by the having tied my night-cap in a knot, as I did not wish to go out with it on my head; at last I was disencumbered, sallied forth manfully, and had actually got within a few doors of the doctor's house, in St. Martin's-lane, when I unluckily met a possè of the guardians of the night, conducting a poor fellow, who had drunk a little too much, to the watch-house. I could not, for the soul of me, resist following the party, and got locked in with the rest; where I took the part of the prisoner, harangued the constable of the night upon the improper conduct of the watchmen, and actually forgot altogether that my wife was in the pains of labour, until the squeaking of a little child, who just appeared from under the red cloak of a poor woman who had fled there for refuge from the ill usage of a bad hus, band, reminded me of my dear wife's situation. I made my way out instantly, but lost my shoe in the scuffle, and hopped upon one leg the whole length of St. Martin's-lane, to the door of the accoucheur. At my return, however, I found that my interruption had not at all impeded the affair; as my son, who after

wards turned out an enterprising lad, had forced his way into the world without the help of a doctor. Soon after this, one night, being awake, I heard the engines driving along the street; well, sir, up I started, and ran out of doors, when, upon enquiry, I found that it was a friend's house which was on fire; away I scampered after the engines, until I fell in with a concourse of people going to the Pantheon masquerade, when I stept into Mrs. Richman's, got a fancy dress, and left my friend's house to burn without any interruption of mine. Another time, having been advertised by a friend that the banker's where I kept my cash was about to fail, I ran out immediately to get my balance, but was interrupted in my way by two little boys fighting, and actually stopped to see the battle out, until the house had stopt payment. And once, in the former part of my life, as I was going to the Crown and Anchor tavern, I was met by a shabby fellow in the street, who said that he wanted to speak to me. I answered, “ Pray, sir, don't interrupt me!” and he replied, “ Sir, you must go with me.” \ In short, he was a bailiff, and I was his prisoner; so, instead of the Crown and Anchor tavern, I turned into a lock-up house, where I experienced a great many interruptions from the law before I got out again,

“I believe, my dear sir, that one half of the ills of life proceed from interruption. Temptation and interruption are the two devils that make life such a zigzág course as it is, resembling what seaman call traverse sailing. Happy are those people, in my opi

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