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42 an inscription. Sept. 18. 
_ But cease! O my soul to bewilder thyself—Let not 4 
rafh flight carry theé into the regions of delirium! It is 
enough to agitate and deceive thyself.—Uselefs desires, 
disappear. May tranquil wisdom descend and take thy 
place in my afflicted heart! -. . . Repose accompa- 
nies wisdom. ‘Thou, whom the hearts of celestial spirits 
callest by a name unknown on the éarth, but whom men 
formerly called Serena! Happy soul! thou no longer feel- 
est the disappointments of humanity» Separated from us 
by an immense interval,—placed above the inconstant 
scenes of this life, thou livest now in a world where thé 
limits of joy and of grief never interfere,—where vice and 
virtue are never confounded,—where tears never mix with 
pleasure,—where the excefs of voluptuousnefs no more be- 
comes a poignant grief. 
O world! what art thou? A deceitful theatre. What 
are the different states of man? Parts which providence 
has distributed to them as if to try them. Happy is he 
who has well performed his part! Death draws the cur- 
tain. Anew theatre awaits us, where the greatest parts 
will be acted by those who have worthily filled the lefser 
ones on this earth. The world has not known thee, O 
Serena! nor what ought to be the greatnefs of thy 
part! 
To be continued. 
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SIR To the Editor of the Bee. 
JT am neither a scholar nor a cellector of curiosities; 
but as 1 have often, in the course of my travels through 
Scotland, which I usually visit once a year, been enter- 
tained and instructed by your Miscellany, which frequent- 
ly falls in my way; I am willing to contribute my mite 
