Some cordial, endearing report,
Of a land I can vifit no more.

My Friends do they now and then fend
A wifh or a thought after me?
O tell me I yet have a Friend,
Though a Friend I am never to fee.

How fleet is the glance of the mind!
Compar'd with the speed of its flight;
The Tempeft itself lags behind,

And the fwift-winged arrow of Light.

When I think of my own native land,
In a moment I feem to be there;
But alas! Recollection, at hand,
Soon hurries me back to Defpair.

But the fea-fowl is gone to her neft,
The beaft is laid down in his lair;
Even here is a feafon of reft,

And I to my cabin repair.

There's Mercy in every place,
And Mercy, encouraging Thought!

Gives even Affliction a grace,

And reconciles Man to his lot.

ANECDOTE

A

ANECDOTE OF THE LATE KING.

BOUT forty years ago, a very worthy man went to St. James's-Palace, whose apartment was two pair of ftairs high. He drank tea there, took his leave, and ftepping back unadvifedly, (on his friend's fhutting the door after him) he half flipped, and half tumbled, down a whole flight of fteps, and, with his head, burft open a clofet-door. The unlucky vifitor was completely funned with the fall; and, on his recovery, found himfelf fitting on the floor of a fmall room, and most kindly attended by a neat little old gentleman, who was carefully washing his head with a towel, and fitting with great exactnefs, pieces of sticking plaifter to the variegated cuts, which the accident had conferred on the abrupt vifitor's unwigged pate. For fome time his furprize kept him filent; but finding that the kind phyfician had completed his tafk, and had even picked up his wig and replaced it on his head, he rofe from the floor, and limping towards his benefactor, was going to utter a profufion of thanks for the fuccour he had received. These were,

however, inftantly checked by an intelligent frown, and by a fignificant wave of the hand toward the door of the closet. The patient understood the hint, and retired, wondering how fo much hu

manity,

manity, and fo much unfociablenefs, could dwell in the fame breaft. His wonder ceased, when he found, on defcribing to a friend the fituation of the closet, that he had owed the kind affistance he had received, to the first man in the kingdom.

BY

ANECDOTE

OF DR. SAMUEL JOHNSON.

Y the end of the year 1754, Dr. Johnson had compleated the copy of his Dictionary, not more to his own ease and fatisfaction, than to the joy of Millar, the Bookfeller, the principal Proprietor of the work, and the guardian or treasurer of the fund, out of which the payments were from time to time iffued. To fay the truth, his joy on the occafion was fo great, that he could not refrain from expreffing it fomewhat intemporately, as appears from the following acknowledgment of the receipt of the last sheet of the manufcript.

"Andrew Millar fends his compliments to Mr. Samuel Johnson, with the money, for the laft fheet of copy of the Dictionary, and thanks God he has done with him."

To which Johnson returned this good-humoured and brief answer:

"Samuel Johnson returns his compliments to Mr. Andrew Millar, and is very glad to find, as he does by his note, that Andrew Millar has the grace to thank God for any thing.”

A

ANECDOTE OF HENRY IV,

FTER the battle of Ivry, Henry being very much in want of money, afked one of his most trusty Courtiers where he could procure fome. The Courtier replied, that he knew a very rich merchant's wife, a zealous royalift, who very probably might lend him fome. The Monarch advised his Confidant to pay a visit immediately to the lady; and offered to accompany him in difguife. At the clofe of the evening, they both fet out from Mante, where the camp was, for Meulan, where Madame le Clerc, the lady in queftion, refided. They were moft hofpitably received, and after the ufual congratulations on the fuccefs of the King's army, the Courtier affecting an air of deep forrow," Alas! Madam, to what purpose are all our victories! We are in the greateft diftrefs imaginable: His Majefty has no money to pay his troops; they threaten to revolt, and join the leaguers; Mayenne will triumph at last." Is it poffible!' (exclaimed Madame le Clerc)

• but

but let not that afflict our gracious Sovereign, he will ftill find new refources; he fights for too noble and glorious a cause to be abandoned; many other perfons will follow my example!' On faying this, fhe quitted the room, and returned with many bags full of gold, which fhe laid at his feet.

This is all I can do for the prefent (adding fhe gracefully) go and relieve the Prince of his anxiety; wifh him from me all the fuccefs and happinefs he deferves; tell him to be confident that he reigns in the hearts of his fubjects, and that my life and fortune are, and ever will be, at his dispofal.'

Henry could not conceal himfelf any longer. "Generous woman, (cried he) my friend has no occafion to go far to tell his Majesty the excellency of your heart;-here he stands before you, and is a witness to your effufions of fenfibility. Be affured that the favour will be indelibly engraved on Henry's heart!"

Madame le Clerc fell at the Monarch's feet, without being able to utter a word; the Confidant wept, and Henry joined in the fweet emotions. But the time was too precious to devote it folely to friendship and gratitude: for want of money the troops were ready to revolt every moment.— Henry and his friend took leave of the lady, and