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Of Wood, ice Lord Mayor, I know not what to say There is a

queer and wily cast in his pale countenance, that puzzles ly

In common parlance I would call him an empty vain creature; but when I

look at that indescribable spirit, which indicates a strange and

out-of-the-way , I humbly confess that he is no common

man He is evidently a person of no intellectual accoe nor the deport of the ter that I would almost

call genius about hi prudence, and yet it is so as wary as prudence, as

effectual as wisdo I would call it

intuitive skill, a sort of instinct, by which he is enabled to attain his

ends in defiance of a capacity naturally narrow, a judgment that topples

with vanity, and an address at once reat man, in any possible approxiood one, will be denied by those who envy his

success, or hate his politics; but nothing, save the blindness of

fanaticisular

species of ability, let it be exerted in what cause it may But my paper

is full, and I have only room to subscribe myself, faithfully, yours, A PRINGLE

"It appears to us," said Mr Snodgrass, as he folded up the letter to

return it to his pocket, "that the Londoners, with all their advantages

of information, are neither purer nor better than their fellow-subjects

in the country" "As to their betterness," replied Miss Mally, "I have a

notion that they are far waur; and I hope you do not think that earthly

knowledge of any sort has a tendency to make mankind, or womankind

either, any better; for was not Solomon, who had more of it than any

other race is but

vanity?" The young clergyman was somewhat startled at this application

of a remark on which he laid no particular stress, and was thankful in