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bare of hair. I was astonished that the old man, reduced to such distress, should share with so ill favoured a companion his scanty and uncertain subsistence. But the mutual kindness of their looks soon put an end to my wonder. O thou! the most amiable, the 'fondest, and most faithful of all animals!' said I to myself; 'thou art a companion, a friend, and a brother, to man! Thou alone continuest to love him not the 'less for his misfortunes; thou alone forsakest him 'not in his distress; and it is from thee only that the poor do not meet with disdain! Who then, abandoned, like this beggar, by his fellow-creatures, would not wish for such a friend!' At this instant a window of the berlin was let down, and some remains of cold meat, on which the travellers had breakfasted, fell from the carriage. The two dogs sprung forward: the berlin drove away, and one of them was crushed beneath the wheel.-It was the beggar's dog.
The animal gave a cry;-it was his last. The poor old man hastened to his assistance, overwhelmed with the deepest distress. He did not weep: alas! he could not. Honest man!-'cried I. He looked sorrowful
ly round. I threw him a crown-piece. He suffered the crown to roll by him, as if unworthy of his attention. He only thanked me by an affectionate inclination of his head, as he took his dog in his arms.
'My friend,' said the soldier, holding out his hand, with the money which he had picked up; 'the worthy gentleman gives you this. He is very happy; he is rich but every body is not so! I have only a dog: you have lost your's; mine is at your service.' Saying this, he tied round his dog's neck, a small cord which he put into the old man's hand,and walked away.
Kind and generous soldier, may heaven reward thee!' cried the good and grateful beggar on his knees, and extending his hands towards his benefacThe soldier still went on, leaving the poor old man in a transport of gratitude. But his blessings and mine-will follow him wherever he goes. 'Good and gallant fellow,' said I, what am I compared with thee? I have only given this unfortunate man money, but thou hast restored to him a friend!' From the French, by Francis Ashmore, Esq.
Variety in Human Characters.
IRTUOUS and vicious ev'ry man must be, Few in th' extreme, but all in the degree; The rogue and fool by fits, is fair and wife; And ev'n the best, by fits, what they defpife. 'Tis but by parts we follow good or ill; For, vice or virtue, felf directs it ftill;
Each individual feeks a fev'ral goal;
But heav'n's great view is One, and that the Whole.
That counter-works each folly and caprice ;
That disappoints th' effect of ev'ry vice;
Fear to the ftatefman, rafhness to the chief,
'Till one man's weaknefs grows the ftrength of
Wants, frailties, paffions, clofer still ally
Those joys, thofe loves, those int'refts to refign;
To welcome death, and calmly pass away.
Whate'er the paffion, knowledge, fame, or
Not one will change his neighbour with himself.
The fool is happy, that he knows no more;
The poor contents him with the care of heav'n.
See the blind beggar dance, the cripple fing,
The starving chemift in his golden views,
See fome strange comfort ev'ry ftate attend,
Behold the child, by nature's kindly law, Pleas'd with a rattle, tickled with a ftraw : Some livelier play-thing gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite :
Scarfs, garters, gold, amufe his riper ftage:
In folly's cup ftill laughs the bubble, joy;
Ev'n mean felf-love becomes, by force divine,
See! and confess, one comfort ftill must rise,
FAR to the right where Appenine ascends,
Bright as the fummer, Italy extends;
Her uplands floping deck the mountain's fide,
With venerable grandeur mark the scene.
Could nature's bounty fatisfy the breast,
Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear,
Whatever sweets falute the northern sky
With vernal lives that bloffom but to die;