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of affection to our own country. There is a fìorytold of Abgarus . He brought several beaífs takenin diffèrent places to Rome , they íay, and letthem loose before Augustus : every beast ranimmediately to that part of the Circus, where aparcel of earth taken from his native soil had been.laid. “ Credat Judteus Apella " This taie mightpass on JosephuS ; for in bi m, I believe, I read it:but furely the love of our country is a lésion ofreason, not an institution of nature. Education andhabit, obligation and interest, attach us to it, notinstinct. It is however so necessary to be cultivated,and the prosperity of ail societies, as well as thegrandeur o|some, depends u p on it so much, thatorarors by their éloquence, and poets by theirenthusiaím , hâve endeavoured to vvork up thisprecept of morality into a principle of passion Butthe examples which vve find in history, improv'edby the lively discriptions, and the just applausesor censures of historiât,s will hâve a much betterand more permanent etfect , than déclamation . orsong, or the dryethics of mere philosophy. In fine,to converse with historians is to keep gocd Com-pany: m an y of them were excellent m en, andthose who were not such , hâve taken care however ,to appear such in their wrîtings. ït must betherefore of gréât use to prépaie ourselves by thisconversation for that of the world ; and to reeeiveour first impressions, and to acquire our fnsthabits, in a ícene where images of virtue and viceare continually reprefented to us in the colors thatbelong properly to them, before vve enter on