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by the fancy to those parts of intellectual or 

 moral subjects which require illustration, and on 

 which the mind is invited to pause." 



Caroline concluded the conversation by re- 

 peating Warton^s lines on Fancy. 

 Waving in thy snowy hand 

 An all-commanding magic wand, 

 Of power to bid fresh gardens grow 

 'Mid cheerless Lapland's barren snow; 

 Whose rapid wings thy flight convey 

 Through air, and over earth and sea, 

 While the various landscape lies 

 Conspicuous to thy piercing eyes. 



30th.' It is curious, that it has never been 

 ascertained what becomes of swallows when they 

 disappear in autumn. Some naturalists have 

 supposed that they retire to hollow trees, old 

 buildings, or caves, where they remain in a tor- 

 pid state during the winter; while others affirm 

 that they lie at the bottom of lakes and ponds. 

 This last, my uncle says, is a most extravagant 

 idea, for nothing can be more certain than that 

 they would decay there in a short time ; besides 

 it is well known that they moult or change their 

 feathers early in the year, and no one can imagine 

 that this can be accomplished while they are 

 torpid and under water. 



Facts, however, have not been wanting, to 

 support both these opinions ; numbers certainly 

 have been found in old dry walls, and cliffs, 

 and several were taken out of the shaft of an 



