THOUGHTS UPON HUNTING. 



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Forbid the pleasing intercourse^ thy books 

 Invite thy ready hand ; each sacred page 

 Rich with the wise remarks of heroes old." 



The sentiments of Mr. Somerville always do bim ho.- 

 nour, but on no occasion more than on this. 



In reading over my Letter, I find that I have used the word 

 smell, in a sense that, perhaps, you will criticize. — A gen- 

 tleman, who, I suppose, was not the sweetest in the world, 

 sitting in the front boxes at the playhouse on a crowded 

 iiight, his neighbour very familiarly told him that he smelt 

 strong. — " No, Sir," replied he, with infinite good humour ; 

 ** it is you that smell — I stink,^^ 



