At the age of twenty-one a young gentleman of fome fortune paid his addreffes to me, and offered me terms of marriage. This propofal I fhould readily have accepted, because from vicinity of refidence, and from many opportunities of obferving his behaviour, I had in fome fort contracted an affection for him, My uncle, for what reason I do not know, refufed his confent to this alliance, though it would have been complied with by the father of the young gentleman; and as the future condition of my life was wholly dependent on him, I was not willing to difoblige him, and therefore, though unwillingly, declined the offer.

My uncle, who poffeffed a plentiful fortune, frequently hinted to me in converfation, that at his death I should be provided for in fuch a manner that I fhould be able to make my future life comfortable and happy. As this promife was often repeated, I was the lefs anxious about any provifion for myfelf. In a fhort time my uncle was taken ill, and though all poffible means were made use of for his recovery, in a few days he died..

The forrow arifing from the lofs of a relation, by whom I had been always treated with the greatest kindness, however grievous, was not the worst of my misfortunes. As he enjoyed an almost uninterrupted ftate of health, he was the lefs mindful of his diffolution, and died inteftate; by which means his whole fortune devolved to a nearer ela tion, the heir at law.

Thus excluded from all hopes of living in the manner with which I have fo long flattered myfelf, I am doubtful what method I fhall take to procure a decent maintenance. I have been educated in a manner that has fet me above a state of fervitude, and my fituation renders me unfit for the company of thofe with whom I have hitherto converfed. But, though difappointed in my expectations, I do not defpair. I will hope that affiftance may ftill be obtained for innocent diftrefs, and that friendfhip, though rare, is yet not impoffible to be found.

I am, SIR,

Your humble fervant,

SOPHIA HEEDFULL.

NUMB. 99. SATURDAY, March 8, 1760.

S Ortogrul of Bafra was one day wandering

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along the streets of Bagdat, musing on the varieties of merchandise which the fhops offered to his view, and obferving the different occupations which bufied the multitudes on every fide, he was awakened from the tranquillity of meditation by a crowd that obftructed his paffage. He raised his eyes, and faw the chief vifier, who, having returned from the divan, was entering his palace.

Ortogrul mingled with the attendants, and being supposed to have fome petition for the vifier, was permitted to enter. He furveyed the spaciousness of the apartments, admired the walls hung with golden tapestry, and the floors covered with filken carpets, and defpifed the fimple neatness of his own little habitation.

Surely, faid he to himself, this palace is the feat of happiness, where pleafure fucceeds to pleafure, and difcontent and forrow can have no admiffion. Whatever nature has provided for the delight of fenfe, is here spread forth to be enjoyed. What can mortals hope or imagine, which the master of this palace has not obtained? The dishes of luxury cover his table, the voice of harmony Julls him in his bowers; he breathes the fragrance of the groves of Java, and fleeps upon the down

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of the cygnets of Ganges. mandate is obeyed, he wishes and his wish is gratified; all whom he fees obey him, and all whom he hears flatter him. How different, Ortogrul, is thy condition, who art doomed to the perpetual torments of unfatisfied defire, and who haft no amufement in thy power that can withhold thee from thy own reflections! They tell thee that thou art wife; but what does wifdom avail with poverty None will flatter the poor, and the wife have very little power of flattering themfelves. That man is furely the moft wretched of the fons of wretchednefs, who lives with his own faults and follies always before him, and who has none to reconcile him to himself by praife and veneration. I have long fought content, and have not found it; I will from this moment endeavour to be rich.

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Full of his new refolution, he fhut himself in his chamber for fix months, to deliberate how he should grow rich; he fometimes purpofed to offer himfelf as a counsellor to one of the kings of India, and fometimes refolved to dig for diamonds in the mines of Golconda. One day, after fome hours paffed in violent fluctuation of opinion, fleep in. fenfibly feized him in his chair; he dreamed that he was ranging a defart country in fearch of fome one that might teach him to grow rich; and as he tood on the top of a hill fhaded with cypress, in doubt whither to direct his fteps, his father appeared on a fudden ftanding before him. faid the old man, I know thy perplexity; liften to thy father; turn thine eye on the oppofite mountain. Ortogrul looked, and faw a torrent tumbling

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down the rocks, roaring with the noise of thunder, and scattering its foam on the impending woods. Now, faid his father, behold the valley that lies between the hills. Ortogrul looked, and efpied a little well, out of which iffued a fmall rivulet. Tell me now, faid his father, doft thou wish for fudden affluence, that may pour upon thee like the mountain torrent, or for a flow and gradual encreafe, refembling the rill gliding from the well? Let me be quickly rich, faid Ortogrul; let the golden ftream be quick and violent. Look round thee, said his father, once again. Ortogrul looked, and perceived the channel of the torrent dry and dufty; but following the rivulet from the well, he traced it to a wide lake, which the fupply, flow and conftant, kept always full. He waked, and determined to grow rich by filent profit, and perse, vering industry.

Having fold his patrimony, he engaged in merchandise, and in twenty years purchased lands on which he raised a houfe, equal in fumptuoufnefs to that of the vifier, to which he invited all the mipifters of pleasure, expecting to enjoy all the felicity which he had imagined riches able to afford. Leifure foon made him weary of himself, and he longed to be perfuaded that he was great and happy. He was courteous and liberal; he gave all that approached him hopes of pleafing him, and all who Thould pleafe him hopes of being rewarded. Every art of praife was tried, and every fource of adulatory fiction was exhaufted. Ortogrul heard his flatterers without delight, because he found himself unable to believe them. His own heart told him its frail

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