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1792. moral reflection by Mira. 2, 
for her pudding and civility, and behaved to me 
' with great respect, which the waiter at the Three 
“Cranes inn observed as we approached,*and received 
me in a manner somewhat different from an ordinary 
travellér'on foot. I ordered my companion a pot of 
the best ale, and called fora bottle of wine to my- 
self; and with it before me, in a handsome parlour: 
ata comfortable fire, am I now sitting and writing 
the adventures and reflections of the day. 
An innkeeper’s life is a disagreeable one. He has. 
‘tacitly entered into a contract with the public to en- 
_ tertain them at all houts; and he is often called at 
very unseasonable ones to fulfil his engagements. 
His house is not hit own; his servants are abused ; 
his furniture wasted ; and his gain is too often nor ia 
proportion to the noise, riot, and confusion with which 
che is tormented. 
A MORAL REFLECTION BY. MIRA. 
{ For the Bee. 
In great cities, religion too often becomes only 
the effect of chance, and benevolence the capricious 
offspring of instinct. But from the bosom of the 
-quarry,—from the wild blofsoms of the field, arises 
the spirit of devotion and philanthropy.—A cultivated 
mind there feels the irresistible influence of nature pref- 
sing upon its faculties ; and demand all their admirati- 
on, and all their powers. The self deified man, sinks 
to his proper rank in the universe, and exchanges 
exultation for the softer glow of gratitude and con- 
* #ent. 
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