The following is one of the strangest pieces of composition that
perhaps ever met the eye of the English reader. It is from the Georgian Journal,
(American paper.)

       Whatever bad taste, generally speaking, the writer may exhibit, he
seems to have taste for amusement and for soing things disjoined: -

       "No news - no news - no news - Everything dull, dry, and uninteresting
- Nothing to stir the blood and spirit - No blazing cities, blood stained
fields, slaughtered millions, all that kinds of things - No battles, sieges,
plots, assinations, and such like royal sport, for those who are delighted with
"Guns, trumpets, blunderbusses, drums and thunder." But everything goes on in
peace and harmony. The sun shines out gloriously, like a jolly old cock as he is
- the earth trudges merrily along in her old beaten track; and we do not
learn that she stopped a single moment to gaze and wonder at the magnificent
stranger with the fiery tail that lately came  careering along through her
neighbourhood from over the hills and far away.

       The seasons "walk their splendid round," and "scatter plenty o'er a
smiling land." Banks and speculators are fast approaching that "undiscover'd
country, from whose borne no traveller returns." Folly is attending a course of
lectures in the College of Prudence. Extravagance is submitting, with a bad
grace, many contortions of visage, and a ludicrous shrugging of shoulders, to the
rigid and wholesome discipline of Economy - and sober - honest, persevering
industry is advancing with sure and steady pace to ease and opulence, honour,
and independence."