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"you will grant that a part is less than the whole." "I grant that too," cried Moses, "it is but just and reasonable." "I hope" cried the Squire, "you will not deny, that the three angles of a triangle are equal to two right ones." "Nothing can be plainer," returned the other, and looking around with his usual importance. "Very well," cried the Squire, speaking quick, the premises being thus settled, I proceed to observe, that the concatination of self-existences, proceeding in a reciprocal duplicate ratio, naturally produce a problematical dialogism, which, in some measure, proves that the essence of spirituality may be referred to the second predicable." "Hold, hold,” cried the other, "I deny that: do you think I can thus tamely submit to such heterodox doctrines?" "What," replied the Squire, "as if in a passion, not submit! Answer me one plain question: Do you think Aristotle right, when he says that relatives are related?" Undoubtedly," replied the other. then," cried the Squire, "answer me directly to what I propose: Whether you judge the analytical investigation of the first part of my enthymem deficient secundum quoad, or quoad minus; and give me your reasons too: give me your reasons I say, directly." "I protest," cried Moses, "I don't rightly comprehend the force of your reasoning; but if it be reduced to one simple proposition, I fancy it may then have an answer." "O Sir," cried the Squire, "I am your most humble servant, I find you want me to furnish you with arguments and intellects both. No Sir, there I protest you are too hard for me." This effectually raised the laugh against poor Moses, who sat the only dismal figure in a groupe of merry faces; nor did he offer a single syllable more during the whole entertainment.

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But though all this gave me no pleasure, it had a very different affect upon Olivia, who mistook this humour, which was a mere act of the memory, for real wit. thought him therefore a very fine gentleman; and such as consider what powerful ingredients a good figure, fine clothes, and fortune, are in that character, will easily forgive her. Mr. Thornhill, notwithstanding his real ignorance, talked with ease, and could expatiate upon the common topics of conversation with fluency. It is not surprising then that such talents should win the affections of a girl, who, by education, was taught to value an appearance in herself, and consequently to set a value upon it when found

in another.

Upon his departure, we again entered into a debate upon the merits of our young landlord. As he directed his

looks and conversation to Olivia, it was no longer doubted but that she was the object that induced him to be our visitor. Nor did she seem to be much displeased at the innocent raillery of her brother and sister upon this occassion. Even Deborah herself seemed to share the glory of the day, and exulted in her daughter's victory, as if it were her own. "And now, my dear," cried she to me, "I'll fairly own, that it was I that instructed my girls to encourage our landlord's addresses. I had always some ambition, and you now see that I was right; for who knows how this may end?" "Ay, who knows that indeed?" answered I with a groan: "for my own part, I don't much like it: and I could have been better pleased with one that was poor and honest, than this fine gentleman with his fortune and fidelity; for, depend on't, if he be what I suspect him, no freethinker shall ever have a child of mine."

"Sure, father," cried Moses, "you are too severe in this; for Heaven will never arraign him for what he thinks, but for what he does. Every man has a thousand vicious thoughts, which arise without his power to suppress. Thinking freely of religion may be involuntary with this gentleman: so that allowing his sentiments to be wrong, yet, as he is purely passive in their reception, he is no more to be blamed for their incursions, than the governor of a city without walls, for the shelter he is obliged to afford an illvading enemy.

"True, my son." cried I; "but if the governor invites the enemy, there he is justly culpable. And such is always the case with those who embrace error. The vice does not lie in assenting to the proofs they see; but in being blind to the many proofs that offer. Like corrupt judges on a bench, they determine right on that part of the evidence they hear; but they will not hear all the evidence. Thus, my son though our erroneous opinions be involuntary when formed, yet as we have been wilfully corrupt, or very negligent in forming them, we deserve punishment for our vice, or contempt for our folly."

My wife now kept up the conversation, though not the argument; she observed, that several very prudent men of our acquaintance were free-thinkers, and made very good husbands; and she knew some sensible girls that had skill enough to make converts of their spouses: "And who knows my dear," continued she, "what Olivia may be able to do? The girl has a great deal to say upon every subject, and to my knowledge, is very well skilled in controversy." Why, my dear, what controversy can she have read?”

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'cried I. "It does not occur to my memory that I ever put such books into her hands: you certainly over-rate her merit." "Indeed, Papa,” replied Olivia, "she does not: I have read all the disputes between Thwackum and Square, the controversy between Robinson Crusoe and Friday the savage, and I am now employed in reading the controversy in the Religious Courtship." "Very well," cried I, "that's a good girl, I find you are perfectly qualified for making converts, and so go help your mother to make the gooseberry pye.”

CHAPTER VIN.

An amour, which promises little good fortune, get may be productive of much.

THE next morning we were again visited by Mr. Bur chell, though I began, for certain reasons, to be displeased with the frequency of his return; but I could not refuse him my company and fire-side. It is true his labour more than requited his entertainment; for he wrought among us with vigour, and either in the meadow or at the hay-rick put himself foremost. Besides, he had always something amusing to say, that lessened our toil, and at once so out of the way, and so sensible, that I loved, laughed at, and pitied him. My only dislike arose from an attachment he discovered to my daughter: he would, in a jesting manner, call her his little mistress, and when he bought each of the girls a set of ribbands, hers was the finest. I knew not how, but he every day seemed to become more amiable, his wit to improve, and his simplicity to assume the superior airs of wisdom.

Our family dined in the field, and we sat, or rather reclined, Found a temperate repast, our cloth spread upon the hay, while Mr. Burchell seemed to give cheerfulness to the feast. To heighten our satisfaction, two blackbirds answered each other, from opposite hedges, the familiar red-breast came and picked the crumbs from our hands, and every sound seemed but the echo of tranquility. "I never sit thus," says Sophia, "but I think of the two lovers, so sweetly described by Mr. Gay, who were struck dead in each other's arms under a barley mow. There is something So pathetic in the description, that I have read it an hundred times with new rapture." "In my opinion,” cried my

son, "the finest strokes in that description are much below those in the Acis and Galatea of Ovid. The Roman poet knows the use of contrast better and upon that figure, artfully managed, all the strength in the pathetic depends." "It is remarkable," cried Mr. Burchell, "that both the poets you mention have equally contributed to introduce a false taste into their respective countries, by loading their lines with epithet. Men of little genius found them most easily imitated in their defects, and English poetry, like that in the latter empire of Rome, is nothing at present but a combination of luxuriant images, without plot or connexion, a string of epithets that improve the sound without carrying on the sense. But, perhaps, madam, while I thus reprehend others, you will think it just that I should give them an opportunity to retaliate, and indeed I have made this remark, only to have an opportunity of introducing to the company a ballad, which, whatever be its other defects, is, I think, at least free from those I have mentioned."

A BALLAD.

TURN gentle hermit of the dale,
And guide my lonely way,
To where yon taper cheers the vale,
With hospitableray.

For here forlorn and lost I tread,
With fainting steps and slow;
Where wilds immeasurably spread,
Seem lengthening as I go.

Forbear my son, the hermit cries,
To tempt the dangerous gloom;

For yonder phantom only flies
To lure thee to thy doom.

Here to the houseless child of want,
My door is open still;

And though my portion is but scant,

I give it with good-will.

Then turn to-night, and freely share
Whate'er my eell bestows;

My rushy couch, and frugal fare,
My blessing and repose.

No flocks that range the valley free,

To slaughter I condemn;

Taught by that power that pities me,
I learn to pity them.