From BIacswosd's Magazine for October.
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BoswELLIANA.-l and my illustrious friend have just returned from visit to Brighton. My mind felt expanded by the magnitude of his. We put up at the Alpio |, and had an excellent dinner. My i- lustrious friend chuckled

 JoBNsoH.-.'This sir, is worth living for. The human palate was not mcnt 10 lie fallow, any more than the human mind" He rolled himself about in evident exutaton at the mighty thought. 1 i'm mediately wrote il down.

 BoswELL.-"But, sir, is it your opinion that lobster sauce was intended 10 accompany turbot, by an original designation of naturc?'' He looked al me, as thought, with unusual ferocity. JoHN.-"And why not, sir?' he thnndered. Then relapsing into smile, he said, ssCurries and other condiments may be ths effects of civilization; do not fin them in neutral form. The skill of the cook there finishes the conception of the philosopher. What has occupied the meditation of the closet, is completed by the dexterity of the kitchen-But lobsters, sir''-

 Here he drowned again, and dreaded storm, and handed him bottle of Brighton It had tiie effect of restoring his good-humour. JoHN.-"Lobslers sir, are not to be spoken of with the haughtiness of arrogant science, with the pertness of fIppant conjecture. They are work of nature, not composition of art Now, this Brighton sauce composition of art; and such subject, you, sir, may say what you please. You are adequate to it's dIscusson."

 He seemed pleased with the thought, and laughed heartily. proposed glass of wine.

 JoHN.-"fes. sir, wine is the liquor of oblivion; it will enable to forget you. Sir you super icial. Supericiaty consists, not in the possession of space, but in the of depth; not in the expan- sion of substance, but the shallowness of material IL is a negetivc idea." .. .-

 l was delighted with his eloquence. But vcntured an attempt change the subject. .f Bos.-'sSir have heard in Scotalnd''-Thc lion instantly roused Shaking his head majesticalIy, he looked at me.

 JoHN.-"Sr, what can you have heard in Scot land? Sir, it requires some to hear. T.. be sure,' he added with solemn laugh, ca man may be an editors box; formed to receNe all the anonymous trash that fool. kna pour into it; or he may be moral poor-box, open all the spurious coin of public credulily; he may be pawnbro- ker's shop, left only retain the cast-of of other mems property But he may be no more fl to discuss the merits denerits of country, than crow fit to discuss the merits demeris of Lon don, because it may have perched accidentally upon St. Paul's Slr, adhere to the Brighton sauce. Men never ridiculous bat when they aspire. No one objects to the ass for chewing the thstle."

 Bos.-sWeIl, sir, you do not deny this syL,bub has mert?''

 JoHN.-sNo, Sir, it has merit. That you may dis cuss. But leave the subst,nt,aliies of the table to others. Avoid pride. "By that sin fell the angels.

 Bos.-'But, sir, the prospect from the window is beautiful.

 JoHs.-Sr, it is beautiful. Nature is always beautiful Brighton wll be always beautiful because the folly of cannot spoil it's beauty. Wealth may be ruvish may be perverse. The fantasies of monarchs may be coameuor,tetl in barlarc piles of stone or the speculations of builders may cucumber the soil with vandalism in brick; but they cannot bui portcos in the depths of the channel, white wash the green lmmensity of it's wases.--Come Sir, l am tired of you. Let us walk upon the shore