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as related by Abbé Nudham, who died some time since at Brussels, will strongly confirm:

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The Abbé, some time since, was passing from Lisbon to Amsterdam, on a Dutch bottom; among many other passengers, were a large and opulent Portuguese, who frequently called on the Abbé for his spiritual assistance, at which time, they counted their beads, and appeared righteous over-much; nor had the good Abbé the least doubt, but they were as sincerely devout, as he himself was But they had no sooner arrived so near the city of Amsterdam, as to perceive, that neither wind or weather could prevent their being safely landed, than they took out their beads, their breviaries, crucifixes, &c. &c. and, in the face of the Abbé, threw them all into the sea, observing to him, that "now it was high time to have done with such trifles."

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Lines by Doctor Campbell.

While, through life's thorny road I go,
I will not want companions too;
A dreary journey, and alone,
Would be, alas! too troublesome:
But company, that's choice and good,
Makes trouble hardly understood;
For toil divided, seems to be
No toil, but a felicity;

Therefore will I companions take,
As well for ease, as safety's sake.

Fair Truth shall serve me for a guide;
Justice shall never leave my side:
Integrity my trusty guard;

Nor shall I 'Caution quite discard;
Experience shall my tutor be,

Nor will I wiser seem than he;
Discretion all my thoughts shall weigli,
And Modestý my words convey;
Soft Innocence protect my sleep,
And Charity my purse shall keep.

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Thus, through this wilderness I'll stray,
Nor ever fear to lose my way;

The sages I sometimes will see,

Be sometimes with the Muses free,
With guiltless mirth an hour beguile,
Or with free-spoken Satire smile;
With Meditation often walk,
Or with sweet Melancholy talk;
With these companions dear, I'll sport,
Nor heed the journey, long, or short.

An ingenious Method of a Dutch Burgomaster, to reform the growing Luxuries in Amsterdam.

So long ago as the reign of King James II. an eminent Burgomaster of Arnsterdam, having, with much grief, observed the degeneracy which began to shew itself among the Dutch, and the excesses which were the issue of wealth and idleness; took this method to shew his countrymen the folly and danger of their prodigalities. He invited the whole magistracy (consisting of thirty-six persons) and their ladies, to a dinner; which they

made no doubt, for variety and delicacy, would be worthy both of him and them; but how great was their disappointment when they saw the first course upon the board, consist ing of apples boiled in butter-milk; stockfish, with turnips and carrots, red-herrings, a lettuce sallad, and for drink, small beer. The host invited his guests to fall to; the ladies pleaded their want of appetite, and the men looked like the young prophets, when they cried out that death was in the pot; until the table was cleared scarce a word was spoken; but then there appeared under every plate a scroll of verses, signifying that such was the fare of their forefathers when their city began first to thrive, and the states to have a name among the nations. The second course was then served up, which consisted of butcher's meat of every sort, roasted and boiled; but all undisguised by the arts of cooking, and without any sauce but what a good appetite would supply. English beer and French wines, were likewise added to the side-board; and when the table was cleared a second time,

certain other verses presented themselves, by which the guests were informed, that with regard to the wants of nature these were luxuries; that it was the office of reason to regulate both the taste and the appetite; that by living thus, they would leave both their wealth and their temperance to their heirs, who, being used to such excellent examples, would blush to be thought degenerate by their children. The table was then spread with all manner of fish and fowl, wild and tame, exquisitely dressed, and relished with the most poignant sauces, which were served up on plate, accompanied by wines of the finest growths, of the Rhine, Moselle, Champaign, and Burgundy, and followed by a poetical memorial, importing that all beyond enough. was too much; that all beyond nourishment was luxury, and that all, beyond decency was extravagance; that intemperance had a smiling aspect, but a dreadful retinue, consisting of the whole assemblage of diseases; that Death had been their cook, and had infused a slow poison. in every sauce.

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