heaviness of heart with which we are occasionally oppressed, and which, although at the moment unaccountable, is frequently 'the harbinger of some misfortune, is thus beautifully described;
" Have you never, holy father, answered the knight, felt an apprehension of approaching evil, for which you in vain attempted to assign a cause ? Have you never found your mind darkened, like the sunny landscape by the sudden cloud which augurs a coming tempest ? And thinke it thou not that such impulses are deserving of attention, as being the hints of our guardian spirits that danger is impending?" Walter Scott.
Man makes a death which nature never made, Then on the point of his own fancy falls, And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
Young.
Oh life! thou universal wish, what art thou 1 Thou'rt but a day—a few uneasy hours : Thy morn is greeted by the flocks and herds, And every bird that natters with its note, Salutes thy rising sun: thy noon approaching, Then haste the flies and every creeping insect To bask in thy meridian; that declining,
