ening vanity, caledonianize the human face, it is the mere stamp, the undisturbed ectypon, of his own soul! Add to this, that he is a quaker, with all the blest negatives, without any of the silly and factious positives, of that sect, which with all its bogs and hollows is still the prime sun-shine spot of Christendom in the eye of the true philosopher. When I was in Germany, in the year 1798, I read at Hanover, and met with two respectable persons, one a clergyman, the other a physician, who comfirmed to me, the account of the upper-stall master at Hanover, written by himself, and countersigned by all his medical attendants. As far as I recollect, he had fallen from his horse on his head, and in consequence of the blow lost both his sight and hearing for nearly three years, and continued for the greater part of this period in a state of nervous fever. His understanding, however, remained unimpaired and unaffected; and his en-
