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upon his bed of straw--and 'tis thou who lift'st him up to Heaven!-
-Eternal Fountain of our feelings!--'tis here I trace thee--and
this is thy "DIVINITY WHICH STIRS WITHIN ME;"--not that, in some
sad and sickening moments, "MY SOUL SHRINKS BACK UPON HERSELF, AND
STARTLES AT DESTRUCTION;"--mere pomp of words!--but that I feel
some generous joys and generous cares beyond myself;--all comes
from thee, great--great SENSORIUM of the world! which vibrates, if
a hair of our heads but falls upon the ground, in the remotest
desert of thy creation.--Touch'd with thee, Eugenius draws my
curtain when I languish--hears my tale of symptoms, and blames the
weather for the disorder of his nerves. Thou giv'st a portion of
it sometimes to the roughest peasant who traverses the bleakest
mountains;--he finds the lacerated lamb of another's flock.--This
moment I behold him leaning with his head against his crook, with
piteous inclination looking down upon it!--Oh! had I come one
moment sooner! it bleeds to death!--his gentle heart bleeds with
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Peace to thee, generous swain!--I see thou walkest off with
anguish,--but thy joys shall balance it;--for, happy is thy
cottage,--and happy is the sharer of it,--and happy are the lambs
which sport about you!


THE SUPPER.


A shoe coming loose from the fore foot of the thill-horse, at the
beginning of the ascent of mount Taurira, the postilion dismounted,
twisted the shoe off, and put it in his pocket; as the ascent was
of five or six miles, and that horse our main dependence, I made a
point of having the shoe fastened on again, as well as we could;
but the postilion had thrown away the nails, and the hammer in the
chaise box being of no great use without them, I submitted to go
on.

He had not mounted half a mile higher, when, coming to a flinty
piece of road, the poor devil lost a second shoe, and from off his
other fore foot. I then got out of the chaise in good earnest; and
seeing a house about a quarter of a mile to the left hand, with a
great deal to do I prevailed upon the postilion to turn up to it.
The look of the house, and of every thing about it, as we drew
nearer, soon reconciled me to the disaster.--It was a little farm-
house, surrounded with about twenty acres of vineyard, about as
much corn;--and close to the house, on one side, was a potagerie of
an acre and a half, full of everything which could make plenty in a
French peasant's house;--and, on the other side, was a little wood,
which furnished wherewithal to dress it. It was about eight in the
evening when I got to the house--so I left the postilion to manage
his point as he could;--and, for mine, I walked directly into the
house.

The family consisted of an old grey-headed man and his wife, with
five or six sons and sons-in-law, and their several wives, and a
joyous genealogy out of them.

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