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That dwells somewhere beyond your herring-pool."
That when his mortal foe was on the floor,
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XVI. 66 A stranger, come to see the happiest man, So, Seignior, all avouch,-in Frangistan.” “ Happy ? my tenants breaking on my hand; Unstock'd my pastures, and untill’d my land; Sugar and rum a drug, and mice and moths The sole consumers of my good broad-cloths Happy ?---why, cursed war and racking tax Have left us scarcely raiment to our backs.” 6. In that case, Seignior, I may take my leave; I came to ask a favour-but I grieve.”« Favour !” said John, and eyed the Sultaun hard, “ Its my belief you came to break the yard ! * See the True-Born Englishman, by Daniel De Foe
But, stay, you look like some poor foreign sinner,-
d d ,” quoth John, “ and go to hell !"
And teeth of yore on slender provocation,
A quiet soul as any in the nation ;
In search of goods her customer to nail,
And hollow'd, 6 Ma'am, that is not what I ail.
Pray are you happy, ma'am, in this snug glen po
Happy ?" said Peg, “ what for d'ye want to ken ? Besides, just think upon this by-gane year,
Grain wadnae pay the yoking o’ the pleugh.” 66 What say you to the present ?"" Meal's sae dear, To mak their brose my bairns have scarce enough.” 66 The devil take the shirt,” said Solimaun, “ I think my quest will end as it began. Farewell, ma'am ; nay, no ceremony, I beg,”'66 Ye'll no be for the linen then ?" said Peg.
THE SOURCE OF THE NILE.
From “ Bruce's Travels.”
« LOOK at that hillock of green sod in the middle of that watery spot,” said our guide ; " it is in that the two fountains of the Nile are to be found : Geesh is on the face of the rock where yon green trees are. If you go the length of the fountains, pull off your shoes as you did the other day, for these people are all Pagans, worse than those that were at the ford ; and they believe in nothing that you believe, but only in this river, to which they pray every day, as if it were God; but this, perhaps you may do likewise.” Half undressed as I was, by loss of my sash, and throwing my shoes off, I ran down the hill, towards the little island of green sods, which was about two hundred yards distant, the whole side of the hill was thick grown over with Howers, the large bulbous roots of which appearing above the surface of the ground, and their skins coming off on treading on them, occa. sioned me two very severe falls before I reached the brink of the marsh: I after this came to the island of green turf, which was in form of an altar, apparently the work of art, and I stood in rapture over the principal fountain which rises in the middle of it.
It is easier to guess than to describe the situation of my mind at this moment-standing in that spot which had baffled the genius, industry, and inquiry, of both ancients and moderns, for the course of near three thousand years. Kings had attempted this discovery at the head of armies, and each expedition was distinguished from the last, only by the difference of the numbers which had perished, and agreed alone in the disappointment which had uniformly and without exception followed them all. Fame, riches, and honour, had been held out for a series of ages to every individual of those myriads these princes commanded, without having produced one man capable of gratifying the curiosity of his so. vereign, or wiping off this stain upon the enterprise and abilities of mankind, or adding this desideratum for the encouragement of geography. Though a mere private Briton, I triumphed here, in my own mind, over kings and their armies; and every comparison was leading nearer and nearer to presumption, when the place itself where I stood, the objects of my vain glory, suggested what depressed my short-lived triumph. I was but a few minutes arrived at the Source of the Nile, through num. berless dangers and sufferings, the least of which would have overwhelmed me, but for the continual goodness and protection of Providence. I was, however, but then half through my journey, and all those dangers which I had already passed, awaited me again on my return. I found a despondency gaining ground fast upon me, and blasting the crown of laurels I had too rashly woven for myself.
I saw Strates expecting me on the side of the hill. " Strates,” said I, “ faithful squire ! come and triumph with your Don Quixote, at that island of Barataria, where we have most wisely and fortunately brought ourselves ! come, and triumph with me over all the kings of the earth, all their armies, all their philosophers, and all their heroes !” “Sir,” says Strates, “I do not understand a word of what you say, and as little what you mean you very well know I am no scholar.” * * ht “ Come,” said I, “ take a draught of this excellent water, and drink with me a health to his Majesty King George III. and a long line of princes.” I had in my hand a large cup made of a cocoa-nut shell, which I procured in Arabia, and which was brimfull. He drank to the king speedily and cheerfully, with the addition of, “ Confusion to his enemies," and tossed up his cap with a loud huzza. « Now, friend,” said I, “ here is to a more bumble, but still a sacred name ; here is to-Maria !” He asked if that was the Virgin Mary? I answered, 6 in faith, I believe so, Strates.” * * * *
I was, at that very moment in possession of what had for many years been the principal object of my ambition and wishes : indifference, which, from the usual infirmity of human nature, follows at least for a time complete enjoyment, had taken place of it. The marsh, and the fountains, upon comparison with the rise of many of our rivers, became now a trifling object in my sight. I remembered that magnificent scene in my own native country, where the Tweed, Clyde, and Annan, rise in one bill; three rivers, as I now thought, not inferior to the Nile in beauty, preferable to it in the cultivation of those countries through which they flow; superior, vastly superior to it in the virtues and quali. ties of the inhabitants, and in the beauty of its flocks crowding its pastures in peace, without fear or violence from man or beast. I had seen the rise of the Rhine and Rhone, and the more magnificent sources of the Soane. I began in my sorrow to treat the inquiry about the source of the Nile as a violent effort of a distempered fancy :
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
TO A TUFT OF EARLY VIOLETS.
SWEET flowers ! that, from your humble beds
Thus prematurely dare to rise,
To cold Aquarius' watery skies ;
Retire, retire ! THESE tepid airs
Are not the genial brood of May ;