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of bufy life. Induftry, and a&ivity, pervade 

 every part. Wherever an opening, how 

 minute foever appears, there fome little 

 knot of bufy adventurers pufh in, and form 

 a fettlement : fo that the whole is every where 

 full and complete. There too, as is common 

 in all communities, are many little elbowings, 

 juftlings, thwartings, and oppofitions, in 

 which fome gain, and others lofe*. 



In 



* As a continuation of this moralizing ftrain, the following 

 fliort allegory ventures to appear in a note. 



Ut fylvae foliis pronos mutantur in annos; 

 Prima cadunt ; ita . . .-, 



Debemur morti nos, noftraque 



As I fat carelefsly at my window, and threw my eyes upon 

 a large acacia, which grew before me, I conceived it might aptly 

 reprefent a country divided into provinces, towns, and families. 

 The larger branches might hold out the firft the fmaller 

 branches, connected with them, the fecond and thofe com- 

 binations of collateral leaves, which fpecify the acacia, might 



reprefent families, compofed of individuals. It was now 



late in the year ; and the autumnal tint had taken pofleffion of 

 great part of the tree. 



As I fat looking at it, many of the yellow leaves (which 

 having been produced earlier, decayed fooner) were continual- 

 ly dropping into the lap of their great mother. Here was 



