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every little thing that may happen amifs-e'en let us feparate the first fhort turning we come to; for I would not travel with thee, though thou fhouldft defray my expences to the world's end.

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running drefs, and marches off triumphant,-with a drum before her --and a mob at her heels!

But this is not half the bustle; for two Hoys are just arrived from LONDON, their decks covered with new comers, and all MARGATE running down to the Pier-head to fee them land. I doubt whether I am ftout enough to run too, but I will be amongst them as faft as I can walk.If I lean over this rail, I fhall fee them all come afhore.

Mercy on me!-I think the whole city of LONDON is aboard of fhip !— fix!-eight!-ten !-twenty!-thirty! -fifty!-feventy !-I can never go on reckoning at this rate.-What!—are all the shops fhut up ?—

-Or have you been all bit, good people?

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-Or are you come here to be bit? The wind has been dreadfully against you the whole way!

-Why, as faft as the boats fill, the deck is covered again with new faces that rife out of the hold!There is no end of it!-I will pofitively count no more.-Nay, ladies, you need not fay how fick you have been, -your looks will vouch for you.A tedious paffage,-high fea,-all the pumps continually going,-and no room to ftir, even to the fhip's fide, on neceffary calls-it is monftroufly inconvenient!-but it is a party of pleasure, and that is enough.

Ha! What is your Worship come down too?-and Madam?-and little Mifs?-pray take care how you get up the steps.-All for the water, I fuppofe-Blefs me, and I fee yonder

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GROW weary of the traveller, who pesters one with every thing he fees; carrying his pen and ink, like an excifeman, at his button-hole, to minute down his obfervations on every gutter he croffes.-There is fcarcely any confiderable object, between SHOOTER'S HILL and MOUNT ETNA, which hath not been described, well, or ill, by fome author or other; -a hint ftrong enough to determine me to defcribe nothing profeffedly,but to travel and write in my own way, which I can demonftrate to be the very best way yet hit on, and attended with the leaft fatigue to thofe who travel with one.

-Whoever gives long, or laboured defcriptions,

defcriptions, loads his reader with a quantity of matter of fat which lies a dead weight on his head, as he goes on, and which many indeed have not a head to bear;-but by offering him no more than SKETCHES, his imagination (fhould the out-lines be judiciously taken) is complimented, and fet at work; bufied to fill up all the lights and fhades, and give every part its true tone of colouring.

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Wherever I turn my eye, NATURE... is the great object it fixes on. I catch all the little incidents fhe throws in my way,-whether they arife from. her filent fcenes that folicit our admiration, or from her active ones that intereft our paffions. This fteady attention to all her movements, renders my walks and my rides luxurious;I contemplate with delight the fim

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