who injure us are best reclaimed by acts of kindness.

The Canary-Bird is all rapture upon this occasion. Transported with joy when he beheld himself in the possession of Mira, and happy to sit again upon the perch of his own cage, he had scarcely reached it before he sung a strain which I shall thus interpret:

Thro' shady groves, thro' flow'ry fields,
I've prov'd the joys that nature yields;
But; absent thou, forlorn I stray;
I scarcely heed the beauteous way;
For, thou not there, Ah! what, to me,
With Mira may compared be!

Not shady groves, nor flow'ry fields,
Nor all the joys that nature yields!

Sweet is the woodbine's honied breath,
And sweet the many-blossom'd heath;

Sweet the lark's carol; sweet the song
That floats the evening breeze along;
Blest are these charms !-but not, to me,
With Mira to compared be!—

No, nor the shade of groves, nor flow'ry fields,
Nor all the living joys that bounteous nature yields. !

FINI

IN the thirteenth chapter, the author has written of Egbert's dog with some reference to the fate of his own. KEEPER, the fictitious Travels of whom may have fallen into the hands of the reader *, as if to verify the tale, went out in search of his master, and returned wounded by, as it appeared, the thrust of a bayonet. On the closing page of this book, permit that "master" to inscribe the following memorial:

SECOND OF AUGUST, 1799,

TRAVELLING ALONE,

TO SEEK HIS ABSENT MASTER,
KEEPER

RECEIVED,

FROM SOME IDLE HAND,

A DEEP AND MORTAL WOUND;
FAINTING WITH LOSS OF BLOOD,
INJURED IN HIS LUNGS,

AND

OPPRESSED WITH WEARINESS
AND THE MERIDIAN SUN,

HE REACHED HOME AT LAST,

FOUND THE

FRIEND HE

SOUGHT,

"Keeper's Travels in Search of his Master," pus

lished by E. NEWBERY.

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