I am of t as t crept out   of urned eftsoones into a toad I and to make a stoole to sit on; so traveller t stragletry is in a s time transformed into so monstrous a s o alter o live w where he would.--LYLYS EUPhUES.

    I ing nerange cers and manners. Even ours of discovery into foreign parts and unknoive city, to t alarm of my parents, and t of too boyended tions. My ernoons  in rambles about try. I made myself familiar s places famous in ory or fable. I kne ed tly to my stock of knoing ts and customs, and conversing  men. I even journeyed one long summers day to t of t distant retcerra incognita, and oniso ?nd  a globe I ined.

    ty strengtravels became my passion, and in devouring tents, I neglected tfully  tcing so distant climes;  longing eyes er t myself in imagination to th!

    Furt tion into more reasonable bounds, only served to make it more decided. I visited various parts of my ory; and  little desire to seek elsei?cation, for on no country ure been more prodigally lavisy lakes, ains,  aerial tints; eeming ility; remendous cataracts, tudes; aneous verdure; o trackless forests, ion puts forts magni?cence; ry for tiful of natural scenery.

    But Europe oried and poetical association. to be seen terpieces of art, ts of ivated society, t peculiarities of ancient and local custom. My native country ed treasures of age. old tory of times gone by, and every mouldering stone --to tread, as it steps of antiquity--to loiter about tle--to meditate on too es