man be who calls Maria his! But who is he that can say, with justice, he deserves such a blessing? What are riches, honours, titles or power? Can they afford the happiness that may be found in the conversation, the smiles, the tender attentions of the lovely Maria? My only consolation is, that I can never merit her. I shall never behold him who can. Where is there, in all the works of nature, an object so perfect as a beauteous female, when her passions are in unison with her features? Such is Maria.

Around the spacious landscape rove,
The Naiads haunt, the Triton's bed,
Search every grot, and every grove,
Where art and nature beauties shed:
Whate'er is rich, whate'er is rare,
Whate'er is worthiest to be known,
Collect from sea, and earth and air,
From fossil, plant, or precious stone.
While wonders then with wonders vie,
And latent miracles dispense;
While this attracts the raptur'd eye,
And that allures the ravish'd sense:
Attentive, while the busy sage,
Delighted marks the boundless store,
Exulting, swells the learned page
With secrets unobserv'd before:
O come, in all thy native grace,
Maria come, and bless the view,
And every former beauteous trace
Shall vanish like the morning dew.
Adieu my friend, H. H. ALWYN.

LETTER XVI. Mr. STAMFORD, Jun. to Mr. ALWYN.
Dear HARRY,
MAITLAND and I arrived here on Tuesday night, and though I cannot say without any adventures on the road, yet without any worth relating in a letter. Old Mr. Maitland received us with a chearful welcome, that prepossessed me in his favour, and has walked with me this morning over his farm. He is very different from the sort of character I had previously formed in my mind. Not at all morose, or dogmatical; but, on the contrary, chearful and entertaining; his fancy, stored with the beauties of the classic writers, has shewn itself in the environs of his house. It is situated in a vale, that

might vie with the celebrated Tempé. At some little distance runs a river, whose craggy and romantic banks engage the attention, while the fossils in its bed afford an endless fund of amusement for the naturalist. To the north, on a rising hill, stands an elegant temple, on eight Corinthian columns of variegated marble. This is his observatory, and is well furnished with instruments, by the most capital makers. The view