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Sir John Barber.

IR JOHN had a fon, whose resemblance to

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his father was but very faint. In a course of extravagance, he had tired himself of this kingdom; and, as it was likewife the fashion to travel, he accordingly demanded an audience of Sir John, to whom he communicated his intention, and asked the Knight's affistance to enable him to perform it in tafte. "I wifh," added he, for nothing more than an opportunity of feeing the world." Sir John liftened to him with great attention, and replied," Indeed, Jack, I am much pleased with your intention, and have not the least objection to your travelling and feeing the world, provided the world could not fee you."

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Anecdote of Monsieur de Sartine.

N IRISH GENTLEMAN, who wifhed to purchase an estate in France, lodged his money in the hands of a banker, who took it, as common on the Continent, without giving the gentleman a voucher; but lodged it in an iron chest,

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and gave the gentleman the key. When the contract for the purchase was made, he called on his banker, to receive his cafh; when the latter peremptorily denied his having received any fuch fum, or having any money tranfaction whatever with the gentleman. In this dilemma the injured party was advised to apply to M. de Sartine; and he accordingly did fo, and told him his ftory. The minif ter fent for the banker, and afked him if he had not received fuch a fum. The banker fieadily denied it. "Very well," replied M. de Sartine, "then fit down and write a letter which I will dictate to you, and you fhall continue in the room with me until the answer arrives." Paper was brought, and Sartine dictated, and made him write a letter to his wife, to the following effect:

"My dear wife, you must immediately fend to me the fum which Monfieur left in my hands, and which was depofited originally in the iron cheft in the compting houfe, but was removed you know whither. You must fend it inftantly, or elfe I fhall be fent to the Baftile. I am already in the hands of juftice." The banker stared. "Mon Dieu!" fays he, "muft I send this letter to my wife?"-" You must, " fays the minifter. "I dare fay, if you are guilty of the robbery, your wife, who is remarkable for her ingenuity, was privy to

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it, and she will obey your commands. If you are innocent, fhe cannot comprehend the order which you fend, and will fay fo in her anfwer. We will make the experiment; and if you refift, you shall go immediately to the Baftile.

The refolution was decifive. The letter was fent; and in lefs than an hour the money was brought in the bags in which it was originally fealed, and restored to the original owner. M. de Sartine difcharged the banker, telling him the matter should be kept a fecret, provided he acted with more faith and honefty for the future.

HYMN

For Eafter-Sunday.

AGAIN the Lord of life and light

Awakes the kindling ray;

Unfeals the eyelids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.

O what a night was that which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom!
O what a fun which broke this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!

This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hofannas fung;

Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart,
And praise on ev'ry tongue.

Ten thousand diff'ring lips fhall join
To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters bleffings from its wings
To nations yet unborn.

Jefus, the friend of human kind,
With strong compaffion mov'd,
Defcended like a pitying God,
To fave the fouls he lov'd.

The pow'rs of darkness leagu'd in vain
To bind his foul in death;

He shook their kingdom when he fell,
With his expiring breath.

Not long the toils of hell could keep
The hope of Judah's line;
Corruption never could take hold

On aught fo much divine.

And now his conqu'ring chariot wheels

Afcend the lofty skies;

While broke, beneath his pow'rful cross,

Death's iron fceptre lies.

Exalted

Exalted high at God's right hand,
And Lord of all below; '

Thro' him is pard'ning love difpens'd,
And boundless bleffings flow.

And still for erring, guilty man,
A brother's pity flows;

And ftill his bleeding heart is touch'd
With mem'ry of our woes.

To thee, my Saviour and my King,
Glad homage let me give;
And ftand prepar'd like thee to die,
With thee that I may live.

ANECDOTE

Of John (the great)

DUKE OF ARGYLE.

APTAIN HULL, of the horse Grenadiers,

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waiting one morning, on the Duke about business, was fhewn into a large room, where he found his Grace walking about penfively, and fo loft in thought, that at firft he took no notice of Hull; but foon after turning his eyes that way, apologized for not feeing him fooner: to which

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