sadly frightenest thy luckless master; but from these thy pranks no harm has yet arisen. Happy is it for thee, sweet reader, that the phantasm of my Pegasus has been hymned in immortal verse by the sweet swain of Mantua! His prevailing colour is no colour at all, and he is maculated with a mixture of every colour known; his height fourteen hands, his proportions goodly. Though from his nativity, 'tis said near thirty years have passed over him, his eye retains its lustre, and his strength and sportiveness are not, one would think, abated.

Well do I remember escorting a female rider on prancing steed, when stopping, I dismounted to open a gate, thou, free from rein, gambolledst long and far on the verdant green sward; and when I regained my seat, it seemed to me not Atalanta herself equalled thy impatient speed. Oh, naughty pony! yet dear even in thy naughtiness, how often hast thou run away with thy terrified rider! These are the exceptions: thy steps are mostly very measured. Oh, joyous hours! gone for ever; will ye never return? When, perchance, threading the narrow lane,

called "Maiden," my sight has been charmed by the distant view of the mistress of the world, spread out before me in all its splendour, till, as the fata morgana, it melts into airy nothingness, and is lost in the remote horizon. I must not stop to portray the beauties in front, the new church at Highgate embosomed in trees, or the wonders of the Archway. As we wend our homeward way,-Spot! tell, if thou canst, what impulse moves thee, when-arrived at that angle where the unity of the way is broken-thou choosest the more distant path? Is it from fear of the knot of asses congregated for hire near Highbury? or is it that thy mental vision shadows forth to thee the gramineous delicacies of Gibson Square? Yet well thou knowest the nearest cut; and often, when traversing "Hem Lane," hast thou wished to pass by the "Sluice House," and home through "Highbury;" but a gate forbids thee.

Oh, Spot! debarred from thy society near four months, when shall I have the inexpressible pleasure of seeing thee, of pressing my knees to thy ample sides, now (they say) rejoicing in all the

luxuriance developed by long-continued inertion? Long mayest thou flourish to gladden the heart, to amuse the organs, and infuse new life and vigour into the frame, of thy affectionate master.Farewell!

N.B. He never rode his pony after this date.

"Stripped of his proud, yet simple dress,
Uncurbed, unreined, and riderless,
With darting eye, and nostril spread,
And heavy and impatient tread,
He came; and oft that eye so proud,
Asked for his rider in the crowd:"

But asked, alas! in vain.

1835, 1 mo. 24th. I had a visit (ex cathedra) this afternoon from J. R. Our talk was chiefly political. He is averse to learning the elements of mathematics algebraically, which, he thinks, offers no proof to the mind. But when the chief theorems are clearly demonstrated geometrically, then he has no objection to these properties being expressed and applied in practice algebraically. The latter mode must be used in practice by astronomers, but the theory can only be satisfactorily explained by geometrical reasoning.

1 mo.31st.-My studies prosper; I have made a table of employment for my time."

2 mo. 8th. I have been much troubled lately with hiccough; I think I have a slight cold, which may arise in part from a very tem

7 This Table he divided into six columns for the week days, which he again subdivided into morning, afternoon, and evening, assigning to each of these portions of time some parFourth day morning is set

ticular engagement in his studies.

apart for attending public worship; and his First days were always appropriated to this object, or, if prevented by indisposition, to some religious exercise at home.-ED.

pestuous night, in part from having gone more about the house lately. My feelings may be imagined when, after so long an absence, I again saw the well-known places, and entered the accustomed rooms.

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- 2 mo. 15th. In the morning of second day, J. — visited me. We looked at the Beacon," a book which many think pernicious. It contains extracts from E. Hicks, with answers to them. The author says that there is no higher rule than the Bible, and denies the universality of grace in the heart. He goes too far on some points, and many who differ from him go too far also.

3 mo. 3d.-I had an idle fit yesterday; the newspaper and a batch of new-bound books diverted me. I hope to avoid the error to-day.

[No date.]—On the Inspiration of the Bible.

Inspiration has been defined "the influence of the Holy Spirit on the understandings and mental powers of the sacred writers." Admitting

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