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regarding the summit, as the period of his efforts. The admiring multitude did not fail to observe all his motions. They saw every member working, struggling, vanquifhing fatigue, Genevieve, the beauteous Genevieve! was weeping.
At length, the happy chevalier gains the height. He instantly sinks with his precious burden on the earth,. which he seems to embrace as the monument of his victory. A man of letters would here mention Cæsar, who embraced the earth in like manner; "and for an object of far lefs consequence," would add some enamoured loAcclamations of joy arise, "Baldwin is victorBaldwin has gained the prize!" "My friend, my beloved! (exclaims Genevieve,) will now be my husband." She threw herself on his bosom-she lavishes the most tender exprefsions; her lover answers not— his eyes are closed-he is motionless: "Oh! heavens! (cries Genevieve,) "he is dead-Baldwin, my Baldwin is dead!""
The young conqueror had sunk under his fatigue. "He is dead, he his dead!" mournfully pafsed from mouth to mouth. Consternation is visible in every The eyes, the looks of all are fixed on the
countenance. fatal summit.
Genevieve, weeping, prefses her lover to her bosom ; The strives to recall him to life. Her kifses, her tears revive the chevalier; he opens an almost lifeless eye: with a faultering voice he can only utter, "I die, Genevieve.--Let them give me at least the name of thy hus
band on my tomb ; the sweet idea consoles me ; Oh! my only love, receive my last sigh."
The spectators, who did not a moment lose sight of Genevieve, had been restored with her to hope. had easily understood that Baldwin had revived.
now as easily, perceived that it was only a rapid flash of hope. They were convinced of it by the dreadful shriek with which Genevieve again uttered, "He is dead, he is
dead!" In a moment, they saw her sink on her lover's
The inhuman baron is now agitated by all the terror of paternal love. He flies to the hill. The crowd hastily follow him. They gain the summit. They find. Genevieve, with her two stiffened arms, embracing the unfortunate Baldwin. In vain would her wretched father revive her.--Genevieve, Genevieve herself was now no
All the people loaded with reproaches the barbarian, who in vain prefsed his daughter to his bosom. They raise the two bodies, they place them weeping, in the coffin. Piety did not fail to consecrate the sentiments of nature and compassion. A chapel was built on the fatal spot; and the father, desiring in some measure to expiate his fault, erected a tomb, in which he ordered that those whom he would have separated in life, fhould be united in death.--This place, as we have before observed, has ever since been called by a name that will perpetuate their melancholy story. "The priory of the two lovers."
Unfeeling fathers, henceforth learn to know,
UPON the dollars, stivers, and doits, coined at Dordrecht in Holland, is the figure of a milk maid sitting under her cow, which figure is also exhibited in relievo on the water gate. The occasion was as follows: In the noble
struggle of the United Provinces for their liberties, the Spaniards detached a body of forces from the main army, with the view of surprizing the town. Certain milk maid's belonging to a rich farmer in the vicinity, perceived, as they were going to milk, some soldiers concealed under the hedges. They had presence of mind to pursue their occupation without any symptoms of alarm. On their return, they informed the authority of what they had discovered. The sluices were immediately let loose, the Spaniards drowned, and the expedition defeated. The states then recompensed the girls, and perpetuated the memory of this event as above mentioned.
In a war between the French and Spaniards in Flanders, a soldier being ill treated by a general officer, and struck several times with a cane, said coolly that the officer fhould soon repent of it. A fhort time after, the same officer commifsioned the colonel of the trenches to send him out a bold fellow, who for a reward would undertake a dangerous piece of work. The soldier mentioned offered his service; and taking with him thirty of his comrades, performed the work with success. The officer highly commended him, and gave him an hundred pistoles, the reward promised. The soldier, after distributing them among his comrades, turned to the officer and said, "I am, Sir, the soldier you abused fifteen days ago, and I told you that you would repent it." The officer melted into tears, threw his arms around the soldier's neck, begged his pardon, and gave him a commifsion that very day.
In page 199 the colour or the elephant is said to be a deep tawny approaching to black. This is rather inaccurately exprefsed. The skin itself is of an ash grey colour. The hairs dark, nearly black. At certain seasons, and in certain habits of body, the hairs that cover the fkin are more or lefs numerous. Sometimes it is nearly naked, when it appears of a grey colour. Sometimes the hair nearly covers the whole fkin, when it seems black.
LITERARY WEEKLY INTELLIGENCER,
WEDNESDAY, APRIL 17. 1793.
LUCUBRATIONS OF TIMOTHY HAIRBRAIN.
News from the kingdom of Utopia.
WELL Mr Printer, being just returned from one of those excursions which is my greatest solace in this life, I make haste to pay my respects to your Editorial Worship, and hope you will welcome me to my native place again: for I can assure you, that in all my travels, the benefitting this little spot of ours is the ultimate object of my wishes.
But before I proceed to give you a detail of the observations I have made, and the opinions I have formed in the course of these my peregrinations, it is fit I should give you some account of the way in which I have been enabled to perform such extensive journeys as you fhall soon hear of; lest you should doubt my veracity; which would be a grievous disappointment to me.
Although I have not made any demands on you of late, of a pecuniary nature, yet you are not from thence to conclude that I am become wealthy, in VOL. xiv.
the general acceptation of that word;-far from it. My pockets are nearly as empty as those of old Diogenes yet, like him, I contrive too to enjoy a little of the sunshine of life; and as nothing contributes so much to my ease and content as travelling, I am sure to set out on an expedition, whenever I feel myself uneasy in any respect; and I never fail to return as cheerful and contented as you could wish. But as my purse cannot afford to pay for chaise hire, and as even horses in these dear times, are by far too expensive for my keeping, I have contrived to travel in a much more expeditious, as well as a lefs expensive and much more commodious manner, in a vehicle called an ELBOW CHAIR, which has been on many former occasions employed by others like myself in very extensive peregrinations.
The country I have thus visited is one of the most delightful that can be conceived. It does not, like Palestine, abound with milk and honey only, but it pofsefses an infinity of other blefsings which can be found in no other part of the world. Its women are all beautiful, virtuous, and wise; its men are learned, temperate, humane; its birds are all harmonious, and beasts innocent. This inchanting country was first visited in modern times by Sir Thomas More, who called it UTOPIA; and the learned Bacon afterwards undertook a voyage to the same country, under the name of the ISLAND OF SOLOMON. It had certainly, however, been known of old by some of the Jewish prophets, who describe it in exact terms, when they represent the men as sitting in a state of perpetual peace, each under