little glimmering of light. This internal dawn feemed to increase from time to time, fo that he could not only discover the parts of his bed, and fuch other large objects, but, at length, he even began to perceive the mice that frequented his cell, and faw them, as they ran about the floor, eating the crumbs that happened to fall. He formed here an acquaintance with a fpider, whofe motions he obferved, which was his chief amusement. After fome months in this confinement he was fet at liberty; but fuch was the effect of the darkness, and so great the accumulated irritability of the optic nerve, that he was obliged to remain fhut up for some time after, and accuftom himself by degrees to the light. SECT. LXXX. GRIEF. OTHELLO fets fail with DESDEMONA for CYPRUS, when a violent storm arises. They however arrive safe. Enter Othello. Отн. Oh, my fair warrior! DES. My dear OTHELLO. ОTH. It gives me wonder, great as my content, to see you here before me. O my foul's joy! may the winds blow till they have weaken'd death: as hell's from heav'n; if I were now to die, Livy relates, that two women, who fuppofed their fons dead, upon feeing them return unhurt, after the battle of Thracy mene, died from excess of emotion. One, fays he, at the very gate, being furprised at the fudden arrival of her fon, expired in his arms; the other, to whom the death of her fon had been falfely announced, forrowing at the step of her house, died upon feeing her son return alive. SECT. THE HERMIT." Forbear, my fon," the Hermit cries, "for yonder faithless phantom flies "Here to the houseless child of want. my door open ftill; "and though my portion is but fcant, "Then turn to-night, and freely share "whate'er my cell bestows; "my rushy couch and frugal fare, "my bleffing and repose. << No No flocks, that range the valley free, "to flaughter I condemn : "taught by that Power that pities me, "I learn to pity them: "But from the mountain's graffy fide "a guiltless feast I bring; "a fcrip with herbs and fruits fupply'd, " and water from the spring. « Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; Soft as the dew from heaven defcends, his gentle accents fell: the modeft stranger lowly bends, and follows to the cell. Far in a wilderness obfcure the lonely manfion lay; a refuge to the neighb'ring poor, and strangers led aftray. No ftores beneath its humble thatch requir'd a master's care; the wicket, op'ning with a latch, receiv'd the harmless pair. And now, when bufy crowds retire to take their evening reft, the Hermit trimm'd his little fire, and cheer'd his penfive guest: And And spread his vegetable store, the lingering hours beguil'd. Around, in fympathetic mirth, its tricks the kitten tries.; But nothing could a charm impart His rifing cares the Hermit spy'd, with answering care opprest: THE HERMIT." And whence, unhappy youth!" he cry'd, "the forrows of thy breast? "From better habitations spurn'd, "Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd, ❝or unregarded love? "Alas! the joys that fortune brings, "are trifling and decay; "and those who prize the paltry things, "And what is friendship but a name, 66 a charm that lulls to fleep; "a fhade that follows wealth or fame, "and leaves the wretch to weep? "And |