Time, which puts an end to all human pleasures and sorrows, has likewise concluded the labours of the Rambler.

Few moments are more pleasing than those in which the mind is concerting measures for a new undertaking.

Nothing produces more singularity of manners and inconstancy of life, than the conflict of opposite vices in the same mind.

On the fourth morning Seged rose early, refreshed with sleep, vigorous with health, and eager with expectation.