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dollar pairs are fit for the first tip top, quality breeding.

Let me see some, said I, that are fit for the first tip top, quality breeding.

There, said he, is a pair—and there is another, that a dutchess need not be ashamed of. I sold the fellow pair last week to 'Squire Cartwright's lady in Gloucester County.

I thought the heart of Mary would have burst from its bondage. It made her little bosom heave up

and down like a bird that was dying. Mlary, said I, do me the favour to accept that pair of ear-rings; and Eliza, I beg you will take the other.

Eliza had put on her little straw bonnet to visit Miss —-, at the shrine of whose beauty Wilmot was offering his incense ; and she now danced off with an accession of happiness from the present I had made her.

The pedlar strung his box over his shoulders, and seizing his staff, pursued his journey through the woods.

And now it was necessary to separate from the family of the log-house in the woods. Yet, I could not leave Mary without emotion. Oh! my reader, if you are a lover of a happy face, it would have done your heart good to have beheld the countenance of this Virginian damsel, when her mother had hung the ear-rings to her ears. The spinning-wheel no more revolved with the magic of her hand. Mary was sitting crosslegged (I hope I need not gut this naughty word

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of its vowels) in her chair; and had placed on her lap a little looking-glass, in which she was beholding herself. She uttered not a word. Real happiness is not loquacious; the mind under its influence is content with its own sensations.

I now rose to go. The mother and Mary were the only tenants of the log-house. I bade the Dame good bye.

I wish, said the worthy woman, that Wilmot was here. The gentleman will never find his way out of the woods. My daughter, do put on your bonnet, and shew the gentleman the way to the main road. :

Mary rose with alacrity; she slipped on her bonnet; and having taken a parting look at the glass, conducted me through the plantation.

I gave the little wood-nymph my arm, and we walked forward together. The mocking-bird was singing ; his song never appeared to me so sweet before.

At length, after walking half a mile, we emerged from the wood, and reached the track of the wheel.

And now, Mary, said I, once more farewell. Her cheek was crimsoned, and the redness of her lips heightened, from the exercise of walking. I would fain have tasted them ; coral was not to be compared to their hue; and the nether one, a little more prominent than the othier, looked as if some bee had newly stung it.

We both stood some minutes in silence. If

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peradventure, now, thought I, I should give å pressure to that lip, what effects might ensue. There may be a subtile poison lurking in its moisture. It might doom me to pass the remainder of my days in a house roofed with shingles.

Mary, said I, farewell. And let my advice go with you. Confide not for ornament in the rings that hang to thy ears, but in the virtue that dwells in thy bosom. For when thou art deceived, though thou clothest thyself with crimson, though thou deckest thee with the ornaments of gold, though thou rentest thy face with painting, in vain shalt thou be fair.

After walking à mile and a half, I met a boy sauntering along, and whistling, probably, for want of thought. How far, my boy, said I, is it to Frying-Pan? You be in the pan now, replied the oaf. I be, be I, said I. Very well.

Frying- Pan is composed of four log-huts and a Meeting-house. It took its name from a curious circumstance. Some Indians having encamped on the Run, missed their frying-pan in the morning, and hence the name was conferred on the place.

I did not deign to stop at Frying-Pan, bút prosecuted my walk to Newgate; where in the piazza of Mr. Thornton's tavern I found a party of gentlemen from the neighbouring plantations carousing over a bowl of toddy, and smoking segars. No people could exceed these men in politeness. On my ascending the steps to the

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piazza 'every countenance seemed to 'say, This man has a double claim to our attention; for he is a stranger in the place. In a moment there was room made for me to sit down ; a new bowl was called for, and every one who addressed me did it with a smileof conciliation. But no man asked me where I had come from, or whither I was going. A gentleman is in every country the same ; and if good-breeding consists in sentiment, it was to be found in the circle I had got into.

The higher Viginians seem to venerate themselves as men; and I am persuaded there was not one in company who would have felt embarrassed at being admitted to the presence and conversation of the greatest Monarch on earth. There is a compound of virtue and vice in every human character ; no man was ever yet faultless ; but whatever may be advanced against Virginians, their good qualities will ever outweigh their defects; and when the effervescence of youth has abated, when reason asserts her empire, there is no man on earth who discovers more exalted sentiments, more contempt for baseness, more love of justice, more sensibility of feeling, than a VIRGINIAN.

At Newgate my pilgrimage was nearly at an end; for Mr. Ball's plantation was only distant eight miles, and it was he whom I was going to visit. But it was now necessary to bestride a horse ; for in Virginia no man is respected, who travels on foot ; and as a man of sense will con

form with the customs of every country, and at Rome, as my Lord Chesterfield elegantly observes, kiss either the Pope's great toe, or his b-k-e, I put myself to the expence of a horse, and with the argument of a stick I prevailed on him to advance.

CHAP. X.

MEMOIR OF MY LIFE

IN THE WOODS OF VIRGINIA.

There be some sports are painful ; but their labour
Delight in them sets off ; some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone ; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task
Would be as heavy to me, as odious; but
The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleasure.--Hear my soul speak!
I am in

my condition, a Prince, Miranda ;
I do think a King; and but for thee,
I would no more endure this wooden slavery,
Than I would suffer the flesh-fly blow my mouth.
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service, there resides,
To make me slave to it; and, for your sake,
Am I this patient log-man.

SHAKESPEARE.

Reception at Pohoke-An old Field-School-A fair

Disciple-Evening Scene on a Plantation Story

of Dick the Negro, &c. &c. &c. THE rugged and dreary road from Newgate to New-Market, in Prince William County, is bordered by gloomy woods, where the natives of the

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