divesting of Marsyas.

    t ed room -- in  alime, y, terror-tainted, to ion . --  up again?

    It ed place, yet not so long deserted but t traces of t inmates s furniture ill standing -- even to tarnis leattledores, and crumbling feattlecocks in told t c I ment, knew every nook and corner, wondered and worshipped everywhere.

    tude of c so muc, as it is tion. So strange a passion for t, to say ance from trees, ic lake, suco t to pass its strict and proper precincts, t ters lay unexplored for me, and not till late in life, curiosity prevailing over elder devotion, I found, to my astonis, a pretty braed vieensive prospects -- and t not great distance from told of suc o me, being out of to roam, I ill closer t securer cincture of t garden-loving poet --

    Bind me, ye wines,

    Curl me about, ye gadding vines,

    And oh so close your circles lace

    t I may never leave this place

    But, lest your fetters prove too weak,

    Ere I your silken bondage break,

    Do you, O brambles coo,

    And, courteous briars, nail me through!

    I  roof-parlours ten feet by ten -- frugal boards, and all tion of my birted in. Yet,  impeac to tenderest lessons, I am not sorry to o aken, if but a peep, in c trasting accidents of a great fortune.

    to ility, it is not necessary to le. try may be erms to be obliged to an importunate race of ancestors; and t less antiquary in  to as gay a vanity as t t  to strip me of an idea? Is it trenc to t be or