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the heart warm, and to preserve in vigour its best 
affections ; while in most other pursuits, the heart is 
hardened by the collision of sordid interest, and its 
affections smothered by emulation. The study of 
man has often given me pain; but since I have seen 
more of him, I feel a more glowing love of my 
species, and my heart stretched, as it were, with 
gratitude and affection. God keep it so! fora cold 
heart can never be happy. 
I went to the Abbey to read the excellent epi- 
taph of Lord A. Beauclerc, and was very well dis- 
posed to appreciate its beauties and receive its 
impressions, but I was disappointed. In a state of 
mind perfectly calm, I entered the church, and was 
proceeding to the spot, when I was stopped by one 
of those persons who get their bread by strangers 
and visitors, who demanded a shilling,—which in- 
deed I intended to give him before I left the church ; 
but the demand at that instant was _ revolting,— 
my tranquillity was thus disturbed, and almost as 
soon as I began to read, the organ was struck, and 
its solemn peals, accompanied with some charming 
voices of singing boys completely frustrated the ob- 
ject of my visit,—which was, to read in silence. So 
I transcribed the epitaph to read at home; but the 
first impression was ruined for ever. The four last 
lines are excellent, but “ bid” in the penultimate 
one should be dade. 
** Dying he bade Britannia’s thunder roar, 
And Spain still felt him when he breathed no more.” 
I have since received through the kindness of 
Mr. Lambert a packet of New Holland plants, and 
