TLE; casting his eyes around the lovely land- scape, "what a profusion of sweets does Na- ture exhale to please her intelligent crea- tures! I feel my heart expand with love and gratitude to heaven- every moment, nor can I ever be grateful enough. I have health and competence, a lovely fond wife whose smile would calm the rudest form of passion, and two infants blossming into perfections all my social ties are yet unbroken Peter, I anticipate my heaven---But why, my bro- ther, do you turn pale ? what dreadful idea softent your features with amazement? what in God's name ails you, : Peter? are you unwell? sit down under this tree awhile." ---To these interrogatories Peter replied, Excuse my weakness, I am not unwell, but an unusual horror chilled my blood; I felt as if the damps of death prest already round my soul ; but the vapour is gone off again, I feel quite better." Mr. Kittle cheered his brother, attributing his emotion to fear; who, by this time, having re-assumed his com-- posure, entered into discourfe with cheerful- ness, refusing to return home without having,
killed any thing.
