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marriage, but I did not think it would have been delicate to have asked a copy of

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of them; I only recollect some lines that Miss Mac Faden wrote, which I can repeat, for I was in those days, as fond of reading poetry as others were of writing it; particularly if it flowed from a female pen. Stay, let me recollect; now I remember them : I forget the occasion on which they were written.

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In pity first to human kind,

Love taught the art of writing;
But soon deceit stept in, we find,

And taught man false inditing.
False vows, false words, nay e'en false tears,

Soon after were invented;
And Love from each account appears

Almost to have repented
That he disclos'd the magic art,

At first for gods intended,
By which he thought the virgin heart

Would be so much befriended.
What vows, what sighs on paper flow,

In words as sweet as honey!
They melt away like now-fall’n snow,

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In sun-shine now of money.
Then Love with indignation saw

His tender views defeated;
Traitors unpunish'd broke his law,
And crime on crime repeated.

Then,

Then, Love, resume thy wonted power,

And punish ev'ry traitor;
From Jupiter in golden shower,

Down to the petit-maitre.

One thing brings another to my recollection. The Doctor and I called one morning on Miss Mac Faden, in order to take his leave of her for a few days, as he was to set out on a journey, I forget where. The young lady asked in a tone that well expressed more than the words that accompanied it, how long he intended to stay away? to which he immediately answered:

You ask how long I'll stay from thee:

Suppress those rising fears;
If you should reckon time like me, ,

Perhaps ten thousand years.

Author. Very happy indeed.
Sheridan. Love dictated the lines,
Author. And the Muse.

Sheridan. The Doctor, with all his learning, was not what we call a popular preacher. His sermons were always composed of good materials, and he could sometimes rise with his subject; you may judge of his character from the few fragments I have given you.

Author. They are valuable in my sight; I like to see the human mind in its undress; I love

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Sheridan. In a few days it would be too late; I shall soon be gathered to my fathers—but the passage is smooth.

Author. I see it is--and if there is any thing in my power

NATIONAL CHARACTERS.

(WRITTEN IN 1637-).

In Affection.
THE French loveth every where.
The Spaniard very well.
The Italian knows how to love.
The German knows not how to love.

In Behaviour.
French courteous.
Spaniard lordly.
Italian amorous:
German clownish.

In Body.
The French hath it manly.
Spaniard so so.
Italian indifferent.
The German tall.

In Buildings.
French build conveniently.
Spaniard meanly.
Italian stately.
German strongly.

In Clothes. French inconstant and changing. Spaniard modest. Italian poor. German mean.

In Colour.
French like a chesnut.
Spaniard black.
Italian brown.
German white or reddish.

In Conversation. The French jovial. Spaniard troublesome. Italian complying German unpleasant.

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French forgets good and evil.
Spaniard rewardeth all.
Italian ready to do good, but revengeful.
German doth neither good nor evil.

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