feffion; one, therefore, fhould not throw out illiberal and common-place cenfures against another. Each is perfect in their kind. A woman as a woman: a tradefman as a tradefman. We are often hurt by the brutality and fluggish conceptions of the vulgar; not confidering that fome there must be to be hewers of wood and drawers of water, and that cultivated genius, or even any great refinement and delicacy in their moral feelings would be a real misfortune to them. LET us then study the philofophy of the human mind. The man who is mafter of this fcience will know what to expect from every one. From this man, wife advice; from that, cordial fympathy; from another, cafual entertainment. The paffions and inclinations of others are his tools, which he can use with with as much precision as he would the mechanical powers; and he can as readily make allowance for the workings of vanity, or the biafs of felf-intereft in his friends, as for the power of friction, or the irregularities of the needle. No illi false sunt, que diversissimas res pariter expectant, ignavia volup tatem et præmia virtutis, Salust. THE THE CANAL AND THE BROOK. A REVERIE. A Delightfully pleasant evening fuc ceeding a fultry fummer-day, invited me to take a folitary walk; and leaving the duft of the highway, I fell into a path which led along a pleasant little valley watered by a small meandring brook. The meadow-ground on its banks had been lately mown, and the new grafs was was fpringing up with a lively verdure. The brook was hid in several places by fhrubs that grew on each fide, and intermingled their branches. The fides of the valley were roughened by fmall irregular thickets; and the whole scene had an air of folitude and retirement, uncommon in the neighbourhood of a populous town. The Duke of Bridgewater's canal croffed the valley, high raised on a mound of earth, which preserved a level with the elevated ground on each side. An arched road was carried under it, beneath which the brook that ran along the valley was conveyed by a fubterraneous paffage. I threw myself upon a green bank, fhaded by a leafy thicket, and refting my head upon my hand, after a welcome indolence had overcome my fenfes, I faw, with the eyes of fancy, the following scene. THE firm-built fide of the aqueduct fuddenly fuddenly opened, and a gigantic form iffued forth, which I foon difcovered to be the Genius of the Canal. He was clad in a clofe garment of a ruffet hue. A mural crown, indented with battlements, furrounded his brow. His naked feet were discoloured with clay. On his left fhoulder he bore a huge pick-ax; and in his right hand he held certain inftruments, ufed in furveying and levelling. His looks were thoughtful, and his features harsh. The breach through which he proceeded, instantly closed; and with a heavy tread he advanced into the valley. As he approached the brook, the Deity of the Stream arofe to meet him. He was habited in a light green mantle, and the clear drops fell from his dark hair, which was encircled with a wreath of water lily, interwoven with sweet fcented flag. An angling rod fupported his fteps. The Genius of the Canal eyed him with a con |