LOOKING-GLASS. 
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Do not our wearied eyes find gentle repofe, and 
our troubled hearts derive frefh fpirits, from the 
fight of a foft verdure ? 
Are we not ftruck. with noble and awful fen- 
timents on treading the footfteps of our forefathers, 
at an early hour, in that facred grove whofe lofty 
branches waft a gentle zephyr, while the hollow 
trunk betrays the marks of ages paft; or the more 
pleafmg effufions of a tender heart, in a few poetic 
lines, carved on the rind by a conitant lover, who 
is now no more ? 
How pleafant is a botanic garden, where tranf- 
planted Ihrubs of every growth, country, and cli- 
mate, meet in clofe ranks, ready to ferve us in a 
thoufand ways 1 
The rofe is like a beautiful coquette, who difplays 
her charms to all the world y but the tuberofe 
appears more coy. The violet and panfy exhibit 
equally their modefty ; the flower-de-luce difcovers 
majefty, while fweetnefs breathes in the jonquille 
and jafmine j the pink, tulip, and others, join 
their fragrant fmells to fuch allurements as tempt 
us to enjoy the pleafures of a parterre glittering 
with full-blooming flow^ers. 
What expreflions of good-will towards mankind 
do we not fee or conceive in thofe precious trees, 
which, waving with the leaft breath of air, drop or 
olfer us their favoury fruits ! 
O 4 
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