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, Not shady groves, nor flow'ry fields, Sweet is the woodbine's honied breath, Sweet the lark's carol; sweet the song No, nor the shade of groves, nor flow'ry fields, 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, RECEIVED, FROM SOME IDLE HAND, A DEEP AND MORTAL WOUND; AND OPPRESSED WITH WEARINESS HE REACHED HOME AT LAST, FOUND THE FRIEND HE SOUGHT, "Keeper's Travels in Search of his Master," pus lished by E. NEWBERY. |