Sera tamen respexit

    Libertas. -- Virgil.

    A Clerk I was in London gay.

    -- OKEEFE.

    IF peradventure, Reader, it  to e t of an office; to o decrepitude and silver  e; to o forget t to remember t as tives of co appreciate my deliverance.

    It is noy years since I took my seat at transition at fourteen from t play-time, and tly-intervening vacations of sco t, nine, and sometimes ten tendance at a counting- time partially reconciles us to anytent -- doggedly contented, as wild animals in cages.

    It is true I o myself; but Sundays, admirable as titution of t very reason t adapted for days of unbending and recreation. In particular, ttendant upon a city Sunday, a reets. ternal bells depress me. ts, pictures, all ttering and endless succession of knacks and geentatiously displayed radesmen, s of tropolis so delig out. No book-stalls deliciously to idle over -- No busy faces to recreate templates trast to emporary relaxation from it. Noto be seen but unenances -- or  best -- of emancipated `prentices and little tradesfolks,  maid t  leave to go out,  ty of enjoying a free rollers in t day look anyt comfortable.

    But besides Sundays I  Easter, and a day at Cmas, o go and air myself in my native fields of fords  indulgence; and t of its recurrence, I believe, alone kept me up tolerable. But ance keep touc not a series of seven uneasy days, spent in restless pursuit of pleasure, and a y to find out o make t of t, e of it, it ing upon ty-one