Intimately concerned as we are with the system of Europe, it does not follow that we are therefore called upon to mix ourselves onevery occasion, with a restless and meddling activity, in the concerns of the nations which surround us.

So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides The Derby dilly, carrying three INSIDES.

When our perils are past, shall our gratitude sleep?

In matters of commerce the fault of the Dutch Is offering too little and asking too much. The French are with equal advantage content, So we clap on Dutch bottoms just twenty per cent.

I called the New World into existence, to redress the balance of the Old.

Indecision and delays are the parents of failure.

But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save me, oh, save me, from the candid friend!