102 Fly-Fiftiing. 



month ! and mould nothing unforefeen occur, I 

 will vifit thee again. 



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 Permit me to afk you, good reader, if you were 

 ever in a mift ? I mean not fuch an one as every 

 poor wretch, I believe, who is bewildered out of 

 the little modicum of brains he may happen to 

 poflefs, is occafionally involved in an Englifh- 

 man, for inftance, ftepping on more at Calais for the 

 firft time, and furrounded by a hoft of chattering 

 Frenchmen, without knowing one word of their 

 language or a nervous young woman, who has 

 feen better days, on trial in an infant fchool-room, 

 endeavouring, though in vain, to flop the laugh- 

 ing, fcreaming, crying medley, from a hundred 

 little mouths, me finds herfelf ferenaded with for 

 the firft time ; or an indulgent parent, trying 

 to decipher yefterday's debate on a queftion of 

 confidence in her Majefty's minifters, with his 

 pets around him, frilking in all manner of queer 

 ways, and uttering all forts of ftrange founds, with 

 mamma looking quietly on ? No, no, not fuch 

 a mift as this, how delectable foever it may be ! 

 But a real mountain-mift that, gathering with 

 ominous blacknefs in the diftance, approached 

 you nearer and nearer every ftep you took, till 

 you found yourfelf fairly involved in it ! 



