or when you are informed, that he has made a fortune in one branch of bufinefs, never change your own, in order to be his rival. Do not defire to be rich all at once; but patiently add farthing to farthing. Perhaps you defpife the petty fum; and yet they who want a farthing, and have no friend that will lend them it, think farthings very good things, Whang, the foolish miller, when he wanted a farthing in his diftrefs, found that no friend would lend, because they knew he wanted. Did you ever read the ftory of Whang in our books of Chinese learning; he who, defpifing small fums, and grafping at all, loft even what he had?

Whang, the miller, was naturally avaricious; nobody loved money better than he, or more refpected thofe that had it. When people would talk of a rich man in company, Whang would fay, I know him very well; he and I have been long acquainted; he and I are intimate; he ftood for a child of mine: but if ever a poor man was mentioned, he had not the leaft knowledge of the man; he might be very well for aught he knew; but he was not fond of many acquaintances, and loved to chufe his company.

Whang, however, with all his eagerness for riches, was in reality poor; he had nothing but the profits of his mill to fupport him, but though these were fmall they were certain; while his mill ftood and went, he was fure of eating, and his frugality was fuch, that he every day laid fome money by, which he would at intervals count and contemplate with much fatisfaction. Yet ftill his acquifitions were not equal to his defires, he only found himself above want, whereas he defired to be poffeffed of affluence.

One day as he was indulging thefe wishes, he was informed, that a neighbour of his had found a pan of

of money under ground, having dreamed of it three nights running before. These tidings were daggers to the heart of poor Whang. Here am I, fays he, toiling and moiling from morning till night for a few paltry farthings, while neighbour Hunks only goes quietly to bed, and dreams himself into thoufands before morning. O that I could dream like him, with what pleasure would I dig round the pan; how flily would I carry it home; not even my wife fhould fee me; and then, O the pleasure of thrufting one's hand into a heap of gold up to the elbow !

Such reflections only ferved to make the miller unhappy; he difcontinued his former affiduity, he was quite difgufted with fmall gains, and his cuftomers began to forfake him. Every day he repeated the wish, and every night laid himself down in order to dream. Fortune, that was for a long time unkind, at last however feemed to fmile upon his diftreffes, and indulged him with the wifhed-for vifion. He dreamed, that under a certain part of the foundation of his mill, there was concealed a monftrous pan of gold and diamonds, buried deep in the ground, and covered with a large flat ftone. He rofe up thanked the stars, that were at laft pleased to take pity on his fufferings, and concealed his good luck from every perfon, as is ufual in money dreams, in order to have the vifion repeated the two fucceeding nights, by which he fhould be certain of its veracity. His wishes in this also were answered, he ftill dreamed of the fame pan of money, in the very fame place.

Now, therefore, it was paft a doubt; fo getting up early the third morning, he repairs alone, with a mattock in his hand, to the mill, and began to undermine that part of the wall which the vifion directed. The firft omen of fuccefs that he met was a broken mug; digging ftill deeper, he turns up a house

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house-tile, quite new and entire. At laft, after much digging, he came to the broad flat-ftone, but then fo large, that it was beyond one man's ftrength to remove it. Here, cried he, in raptures to himself, here it is; under this ftone there is room for a very large pan of diamonds indeed. I muft e'en go home to my wife, and tell her the whole affair, and get her to affift me in turning it up. Away therefore he goes, and acquaints his wife with every circumftance of their good fortune. Her raptures on this occafion eafily may be imagined, fhe flew round his neck, and embraced him in an agony of joy; but those transports however did not delay their eagerness to know the exact fum; returning therefore speedily together to the place where Whang had been digging, there they found-not indeed the expected treasure, but the mill, their only fupport, undermined, and fallen. Adieu,

From Lien Chi Altangi, to Fum Hoam, firft Prefident of the Ceremonial Academy at Pekin, in China. THE people of London are as fond of walking as our friends at Pekin of riding; one of the principal entertainments of the citizens here in fummer is to repair about nightfall to a garden not far from town, where they walk about, fhew their beft cloaths and beft faces, and liften to a concert provided for the occafion.

I accepted an invitation a few evenings ago from my old friend, the man in black, to be one of a party

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that was to fup there, and at the appointed hour waited upon him at his lodgings. There I found the company affembled and expecting my arrival. Our party confifted of my friend in fuperlative finery, his ftockings rolled, a black velvet waistcoat which was formerly new, and a grey wig combed down in imitation of hair. A pawnbroker's widow, of whom, by the bye, my friend was a profeffed admirer, dreffed out in green damafk, with three gold rings on every finger. Mr. Tibbs, the fecond-rate beau, I have formerly defcribed, together with his lady, in flimfy filk, dirty gauze inftead of linen, and a hat as big as an umbrella.

Our firft difficulty was in fettling how we should fet out. Mrs. Tibbs had a natural averfion to the water, and the widow being a little in flesh, as warmly protested against walking, a coach was therefore agreed upon; which being too fmall to carry five, Mr. Tibbs confented to fit in his wife's lap.

In this manner therefore we fet forward, being entertained by the way with the bodings of Mr. Tibbs, who affured us, he did not expect to fee a fingle creature for the evening above the degree of a cheesemonger; that this was the last night of the gardens, and that confequently we should be peftered with the nobility and gentry from ThamesStreet and Crooked-lane, with feveral other prophetic ejaculations probably infpired by the uneafinefs of his fituation.

The illuminations began before we arrived, and I must confess, that upon entering the gardens, I found every fenfe overpaid with more than expected pleafure; the lights every where glimmering through the fcarcely-moving trees; the full-bodied concert bursting on the ftillness of the night, the natural concert of the birds, in the more retired part of the grove," vying with that which was formed by art; the com

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pany gayly-dreffed looking fatisfaction, and the tables fpread with various delicacies, all confpired to fill my imagination with the vifionary happiness of the Arabian lawgiver, and lifted me into an extafy of admiration. Head of Confucius, cried I to my friend, this is fine! this unites rural beauty with courtly magnificence; if we except the virgins of immortality that hang on every tree, and may be plucked at every defire, I do not fee how this falls fhort of Mahomet's Paradife! As for virgins, cries my friend, it is true, they are a fruit that do not much abound in our gardens here; but if ladies as plenty as apples in autumn, and as complying as any houry of them all can content you, I fancy, we have no need to go to Heaven for Paradise.

I was going to fecond his remarks, when we were called to a confultation by Mr. Tibbs and the reft of the company, to know in what manner we were to lay out the evening to the greateft advantage. Mrs. Tibbs was for keeping the genteel walk of the garden, where the observed there was always the very best company; the widow, on the contrary, who came but once a season, was for fecuring a good standing place to fee the water-works, which the affured us would begin in less than an hour at fartheft; a dispute therefore began, and as it was managed between two of very oppofite characters, it threatened to grow more bitter at every reply. Mrs. Tibbs wondered how people could pretend to know the polite world who had received all their rudiments of breeding behind a compter; to which the other replied, that though fome people fat behind compters, yet they could fit at the head of their own tables too, and carve three good dishes of hot meat whenever they thought proper, which was more than fome people could fay for themselves, that hardly knew a rabbit and onions from a green goofe and goofeberries.