EDWARD ANWYLL. I often hear the huntsinan say the wind is easterly, or westerly, or northerly what does he mean? MR. CHURCHill. According to the quarters from whence they blow, East, West, North, South. to the sun, the East is on your right hand, the West on your left, the North directly before you, and consequently behind behind you the South, or at night, if you stand with your face to the pole star, the East is on your right, the West, and the North, and South, as before. But the dancing-master has been waiting some time, I fear. TUESDAY MORNING. ANNA, We should be very much pleased, mamma, if you would allow us to look through the microscope to-day: our cousins have been telling Eliza that they never saw one. LADY SOPHIA, after looking through the glass. Well, if I did not see it, I never could believe this little thin piece of skin, that Elinor pulled off her finger, could. look so coarse and thick-such fine delicate skin as her's is; and 'tis only a hang-nail, as they call them and this fine hair, why it looks like a great rope full of knots and holes. LADY CHARLotte. And only see this little fine needle, that Miss Onslow was working point with, why it looks like a great rusty poker. Oh mercy! I wonder how I should look in a microscope! Well I think I shall not look any more, for, as sure as can be, there are twenty live creatures, creatures, like eels, in that little drop of vinegar. ELINOR. They are called Animalcula :-now look at this grain of salt. Miss ONSLOW. It is like a rock of crystal.-How extremely, dear Anna, I thank you for this morning's amusement! how preferable to sitting all day, stu dying and netting purses; I am sure my grandmamma will like to talk to me now, when she sees that I understand her a little better. ELIZA. We are never tired of the micro scope, scope, for we have always something new to examine. EDWARD ANWYLL. Come here, Belle-here is a flea off the dog-here, girls, look at this. ANNA. No, indeed, Master Edward; there are two already in a glass slide- I would not have any thing hurt to look at. EDWARD. I did not mean any harm, Miss Anna, I will put it on Belle again— Poor Belle will not thank me though. MARY WOOD, the young woman who |