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proved by the adverse party) about the nature of your constitution; I dread the vehement character of your people, whom I fear you may find it more easy to bring on, than to keep within proper bounds, after you have put them in motion; I dread the interested refractoriness of your nobles, who cannot all be gratified, and who may be unwilling to submit to the requisite sacrifices; and I dread the reveries of your philospbic politicians, who appear in the moment to have great influence, and who being mere specu. last its, may aim at more refinement than suits either with human nature or the composition of your nation.

These, my dear Marquis, are my apprehensions. My wishes for your personal success and that of the cause of liberty are io. cessant. Be virtuous amidst the seductions of ambition, and you can hardly in any event be unhappy. You are combined with a great and good man:-- You will anticipate the name of Neckar. I trust that you and he will never cease to harmonize.

You will I presume have heard before this gets to hand that I have been appointed to the head of the finances of this country: this event I am sure will give you pleasure. In undertaking the task I hazard much, but I thought it an occasion that called upon me to hazard. I have no doubt that the reasonable expectation of the public may be satisfied, if I am properly supported by the Legislature, and in this respect I stand at present on the most encouraging footing.

I wrote you last by Mons. de Varville. I presume you received my Jetter. As it touched some delicate points, I should be glad to know its fate. Yours, with unalterable esteem and affection,





Among the several congratulatory addresses, which I have had the honor of receiving from my fellow citizens on the late im

portant success of the allied arms, I esteem none, more highly than this of the Trustecs and Faculty of the University of Pennsylvania.

Convinced that science is the nurse of liberty, I have ever made it a rule to protect and encourage to the utmost of my power, all seminaries of learning, and inexpressibly happy shall I be to think that my services here, in any degree, contributed to the reestablishment of an institution, so eminently distinguished as that which you, gentlemen, patronize.

It will afford a very sensible satisfaction, to the generals of a nation, as celebrated for her progress in the arts, as she is for her prowess in the army, to see their own names and that of their illustrious sovereign mentioned in so respectful and grateful a manner.

You are perfectly right, in attributing to their alacrity, zcal, and ability, a great share of the honour gained at York. I have the honour, gentlemen, to be, with the greatest veneration, Your most obedient humble servant,


President of the Board of Trustees, and the
Rev. John Ewing, Provost of the University of Pennsylvania.

Tom Paine for the Devil is surely a match;
In leaving old England he cheated Jack Ketch,
In France (the first time such a thing had been seen)
He cheated the watchful and sharp guillotine,

And at last, to the sorrow of all the beholders,
. He march'd out of life with his head on his shoulders.

A woman who had been frequently beaten by her husband, a few morning since, finding him fast asleep, sewed him up in the bed-clothes, and in that situation thrashed him so soundly, that, to save his bones, he entered into a treaty of amity with his spirited spouse.


THE PLAY AT VENICE, OR RETORT COURTEOUS. Some years since, a German prince, making a tour of Europe, stopped at Venice for a short period. It was the close of Summer; the Adriatic was calm, the nights were lovely, the Venetian women in the full enjoyment of those delicious spirits that in their climate rise and fall with the coming and the departure of this finest season of the year. Every day was given by the illustrious stranger to researches among the records and antiquities of this singular city, and every night to parties on the Brenta or the sea. As the morning was nigh, it was the custom to return from the water to sup at some of the palaces of the nobility. In the commencement of his intercourse,'all national distinctions were carefully suppressed, but as his intimacy increased, he was forced to see the lurking vanity of the Italian breaking out. One of its most frequent exhibitions was in the little dramas that wound up those stately festivities. The wit was constantly sharpened by some contrast of the Italian and the German, some slight aspersion on Teutonic rudeness, some remark on the history of a people, untouched by the clegance of southern manners. Thé sar. casm was conveyed with Italian grace, and the offence softened by its bumour. It was obvious that the only retaliation must be humurous. At length the prince, on the point of taking leave, invited his entertainers to a farewell supper. On this occasion he drew the conversation to the infinite superiority of the Italians, and above all of the Vene'ians; acknowledged the darkness in which Germany had been destined to remain so long, and looked forward with infinite sorrow to the comparative opinion of posterity upon a country to which so little of its gratitude must be duě. « But my lords,” said he, rising, “ we are an emulous people, and an example like yours cannot be lost even upon a German. I have been charmed with your dramas, and have contrived a little ar. rangement to give one of our country, if you will condescend to follow me to the great hall.” The company rose and followed him through the splendid suite of a Venetian villa, to the hall, which was fitted up as a German barn. The aspect of the theatre produced first, surprize, and next an universal smile. It had no re

semblance to the gilded and sculptured interior of their own sumptuous little theatres. However, it was only so much the more Teutonic, The curtain drew up. The surprizę rose into loud laughter, even among the Venetians, who have been seldom betrayed into any thing beyond a smile for generations together. The stage was a temporary erection, rude and uneven. The scene represented a wretched and irregular street, scarcely lighted by a few twinkling lamps, and looking the fit haunt of robbery and assassination. On a narrower view, some of the noble spectators began to think it had a kind of resemblance to an Italian street, and a few actually discovered in it one of the leading streets of their own famous city. But the play was founded on a German story and they were under a German roof. The street was, notwithstanding its ill-omened similitude, of course, German. The street was solitary. At length, a traveller, a German, with pistols in a belt round his waist, and apparently exhausted by his journey, came heavily pacing along. He knocked at several of the doors, but could obtain no admission. He then wrapped himself up in his cloak, sat down on the fragment of a monument and soliloquized.-" Well, here have I come, and this is my reception; all palaces, no inns; all nobles, and not a man to tell me where I can lie down in comfort or in safety. Well, it cannot be helped. A German does not much care ; campaigning has hardened effemi. pacy among us. Hunger and thirst, heat and cold, dangers of war and the roads, are not very formidable after what we have had to work through from father to son. Loneliness, however, is not so well, unless a man can labour or read. Read!--that's true-come out, Zimmerman.” He drew a volume from his pocket, moved nearer to a decaying lamp, and soon seemed to be absorbed. He had, till now, been the only object. Another soon shared the eyes of the spectators. A long, light figure came with a kind of visionary movement from behind the monument, surveyed the traveller with keen curiosity, listened with apparent astonishment to his words, and in another moment had fixed itself gazing over his shoulder on the volume. The eyes of this singular being wanderes rapidly over the page, and when it was turned they were lifted up to heaven with the strongest expressions of wonder. The German was weary, his head soon dropped over his study, and he VOL. IV.


closed the book_“ What,” said he, rising and stretching his limbs, " is there no one stirring in this comfortless place? Is it not near day?" He took out his repeater, and touched the pendant; it struck four. His mysterious attendant had watched him narrowly; the repeater was traversed over with an eager gaze; but when it struck, delight was mingled with the wonder that had till then filled his pale intelligent countenance. “Four o'clock," said the German. “ In my country, half the world would be thinking of going to the day's work by this time. In another hour it will be sunrise. Well then, I will do you a service, ye nation of sleepers, and make you open your eyes.” He drew out one of his pistols and fired it. The attendant form, still hovering behind him, had looked curiously upon the pistol, but on its going off, started back in terror, and with a loud cry, that made the traveller turn “ Who are you?" was his greeting to this strange intruder.—“I will not hurt you," was the answer. “ Who cares about that?" was the German's retort, and he pulled out the other pistol.-“ My friend,” said the figure, “ even that weapon of thunder and lightning cannot reach me now. But if you would know who I am, let me intreat you to satisfy my curiosity a moment. You seem to be a man of extraordinary powers.” “ Well then,” said the German in a gentler tone, “ if you come as a friend, I shall be glad to give you information; it is the custom of our country to deny nothing to those who will love or learn.” The former sighed deeply, and murmured, “ and yet you are a Teuton! But you were just reading a little case of strange and yet most interesting figures: was it a manuscript?"_“ No, it was a printed book!"

“ Printed, what is printing? I never heard but of writing.” .." It is an art by which one man can give to the world in one day as much as three hundred could give by writing, and in a character of superior clearness, correctness, and beauty; one by which books are made universal and literature eternal."

« Admirable, glorious art!” said the inquirer; “ who was its illustrious inventor?”

“A German!"

“ But another question. I saw you look at a most curious instrument traced with figures; it sparkled with diamonds, but its greatest wonder was its sound. It gave the hour with miraculous

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