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3^ T^rr M A G A Z I N E <strong>of</strong> M A G A ^ l N E S ,<br />
Seeming callous membrane which<br />
lines the giaard S nor even to Say any<br />
thing <strong>of</strong> the gizard <strong>of</strong> a Species <strong>of</strong> Indian<br />
pigeons. arm'd with two malls.<br />
thought to be stone, but are really hard<br />
horn. I hasten therefore to the experiments<br />
l have made on the membranous<br />
stomachs <strong>of</strong> birds. <strong>of</strong> a texture<br />
differing in all respects from that <strong>of</strong><br />
gizatds. DE BaaUmUe.<br />
fTo he COntirrraed.s<br />
ADVENTURER. No. 69, July 3, 1753.<br />
Fere /ihenter homines s'd qued e^al^et<br />
credunl. CtEs A R.<br />
r -'LILLY hat long ago nbferved,<br />
P that no man, however weakened<br />
by long life, is so ConfciouS <strong>of</strong> his own<br />
decrepitude, as nor to imagine that he<br />
may yet huld his stalion in the world<br />
Sor another year.<br />
Of the truth os this remark every<br />
day furnishes new confirmation : there<br />
js no time <strong>of</strong> life, in which men, for<br />
the molt part, feem less to expect the<br />
Stroke <strong>of</strong> death, than when every other<br />
eye fees it impending ; or are more<br />
busy in providing for another year,<br />
than when it is plain to all but themselves,<br />
that at another year they cannot<br />
arrive. Though every funeral that<br />
pastes before their eyes, evinces the deceit<br />
fulness <strong>of</strong> such expectations, since<br />
every man wheo is borne to the grave<br />
thought hitnself equally certain <strong>of</strong> living<br />
at least to the next year, she Survivor<br />
fttll continues to flatter hiiuseif,<br />
and is never at a I ft for fome reason<br />
why his life should he protracted, and<br />
the voracity <strong>of</strong> death continue to be<br />
pacified with feme olber prey.<br />
But this is only one <strong>of</strong> the innumerable<br />
artifices prectifed in the universal<br />
conspiraey os mankind against themselves<br />
t every age and every condition<br />
indulges Some daring fallacy ; every<br />
man amtfes himleis with projects<br />
which he kn^es to be improbable. and<br />
which, therefore, he resolves to pet sue<br />
without daring to examine them.<br />
Whatever any man ardently desires,<br />
he very readily helieves that he shall<br />
Some time attain : he whole intemperance<br />
has overwhelmed hian with diseases,<br />
while he languishes in the Spring,<br />
expects vigour aid recovery from the<br />
summer fun ; and while he melts away<br />
in the summer. transfers his hopes to<br />
the SroSts os winter : he that gazes upon<br />
elegance or pleesure, which want os<br />
memey hinders hira from imitating or<br />
partaking, comforts himself that the<br />
time <strong>of</strong> distress will soon he at an end.<br />
and that every day beings ham nearer<br />
to a Sate <strong>of</strong> happiness ; tbongh he<br />
knows it has passed not only without<br />
acquisition <strong>of</strong> advantage, but perhaps<br />
without endeavours after it, in the formation<br />
as schemes that cannot he executed,<br />
and in the contemplation <strong>of</strong><br />
prospects t-hich cannot be approached.<br />
Such is the general dream in which<br />
we all slumber out our time; erery<br />
man thinks the day coming, in which<br />
he shall be gratified with all his wishes,<br />
in which he shall leave all those competitors<br />
behind, who are now rejoicing<br />
like himself in the expectation <strong>of</strong> victory<br />
; the day is always corning to the<br />
Servrle in which they shall he powerful,<br />
to the obscure in which they shall be eminent,<br />
and to the deformed in which<br />
they shall he beautiful.<br />
If any <strong>of</strong> mv readers has looked<br />
with so little attention on the world at<br />
out him as to imagine this representation<br />
exaggerated beyond probability.<br />
let him reflect a little upon his own<br />
life ; let him consider what were his<br />
hopes and pr<strong>of</strong>pects ten years ago, and<br />
what additions be then expected to be<br />
made by ten years to his happiness t<br />
those years are now elapsed ; have they<br />
made good the promise that was extorted<br />
from them, have they advanced<br />
his fortune, enlarged his knowledge,<br />
or reformed his conduct to the degree<br />
that was once expected ? I am afraid<br />
every man that recollects his hopes,<br />
mult confess his disappointment ; and<br />
own, that day has glided unpr<strong>of</strong>itably