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many of your readers, and may be depended upon as 



truth. I am, Sir, your most humble servant, 



Sutherland, 7 Th 1? * 



Sept. 24. 1792. S ' ' 



MORAL REFLECTIONS BY MIRA. 



For the Bee. 

 There is a gentlenefs even in the enjoyment of the 

 country, which seems to charm, without engrofsing 

 the mind ; and to breathe over it a grateful calmnefs, 

 more approaching to the happinefs of the Divinity, 

 in proportion as it appears lefs a sensation of plea- 

 sure in OTirselves, than a mild and celesjtial inclina- 

 tion of diffusing it to others. Even the very bree- 

 zes seem fraught with benevolence and purity, as 

 they blow over the landscape, brightening every 

 beauty, witliout even crufliing the humblest ; and 

 diffusing to mortal bosoms, a harmony not unlike 

 that of their native heaven ! Enthusiastic as this de- 

 scription may seem, it is not merely visionary, since 

 happier days have frequently realized it; nor did I 

 then ever see the setting sun, with all those glorious 

 scenes which succeed his departure of a summer 

 evening, without feeling myself at once more sen- 

 sible of the blefsings of this life, and more worthy 

 of those of the next. There have indeed occurred 

 whole weeks, in which I might say, with Hamlet, " It 



• The phenomenon descrited in the le.ttei- of G. R. H. p. 5. still re- 

 anains to be explained. When i.iy persun flia ! observe one of a siroilM 

 nature, it will be obliging to ccmmuuicate it to the Editor. 



