me, which has surprized me so much, that I find an impulse strong enough to make me thus soon resume my pen, and send you an account of it.
THE romantic scenes which are so numerous in this country, being exceedingly delightful, and in unison with that kind of temper, which I, more particularly at present, possess, it had become customary with me to ramble

among them, usually, every day. This I find has been taken notice of.
WANDERING, this morning, by the side of a rivulet, my accustomed haunt, that washes a thousand rocky fragments, and is kept in almost perpetual agitation by the obstruction it meets with, I observed a natural cave, in a rock upon its bank, which had a winding, narrow entrance. The warmth of the day, the gloom of the cavern, and my inclination for repose, all invited me to rest, and I sat down in it. Appearances made me conjecture this had, heretofore, been the silent retreat of some one, who, like me, was devoted to melancholy. In the spot that fronted it the bed of the brook was deep, and its waters unruffled; within was a seat upon the shelving of the rock, a little worn, where one might recline, unseen, and

listen to the warblings of the inhabitants of the lonely valley. The light, through several cavities, just found sufficient entrance to enable me to read; the roof permitted me to sit, or stand, upright, and I began to regret that I had not sooner discovered a place so consonant to my taste.
I HAD amused myself, here, for some time, when I heard the voices of men; and, as I had no desire to be seen, I sat still, supposing they would soon be past. They approached nearer, and their language became distinct. Judge of my surprize, when I found myself the subject of the following conversation.

DAMN him, I'll be the death of him—I'll murder him.


WHOY, if we murder him, he'll

be sure never to foind us out; dead men, you know, tell no tales.


NO, no, I'll ha no consarn in murder, noather. Yow say he has affronted you; and if yow want to be even with him, by giving him a good, sound beating, why so, I'll lend you a hond, an I think he'll scarce be an overmatch for us aw three.


AW three! dom thee for a coward, whoy I,