the serenity of the sky, with our plans, and the good-natured cheerfulness of the country people. Berry lay before us, and promised to afford us ample scope for observations and amusement. Autumn was on the verge, and the wind whistled more chilly and bleak through the fading leaves: this is, however, the very season that agrees best with a certain weariness of soul. My companion was, besides, a man that would have been capable of soothing the acutest sorrows; for a most insinuating gentleness animated every word of his, and he took the warmest interest in the least trifle that concerned the heart. The objects that presented themselves to his eyes, made him completely forget all his cares; his exuberant imagination was sufficiently purified by the trial of early disappointments and sufferings; and his hilarity of mind reflected a cheerful light on every object that presented itself to his eyes. His heart was the amicable abode of tender sensibility; and he was too good-natured
