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    the fire which she herself kindles . I feel this is so ; I know she cannot ; and I shall find what I seek , that she is true at last , though I may die without knowing it . As untamed and untameable is my spirit at this hour , as it was on the morning I walked that two

    miles , as unchecked and unsatiated is my desire for roaming further ^ further still , as it was on that first essay of my hundred thousand leagues . And here I sit at my garret window , while the cross on the dome or lantern of St . Paul ' s is peeping over the intermediate chimney-pots to see what I am doing . Some of the work , if it were fairly done , which you bargained to do , in order to be placed up there . If that cross possessed a ' mind ' s eye' which can look into mind , it would see that I have halted on a high wooden bridge across a canal , an aqueduct within a few yards of me , and a rushy and reedy stream running under its arches , near

    a village , which it would puzzle the reader to find by inquiring in its neighbourhood , were I to write it down properly . Let him take the following beautiful effusion of a visitor to its annual ' wake / for direction— Nobody knows , nor I won't tell , What I had at Yenton :

    A frizzled pig , and a scalded cat , And a pudden in a lantern . Let the reader inquire the way to Yenton , and he will succeed : but who could tell him how to find Erdington ? Well : 1 arrived at this bridge , ascended the stairs , and leaned against its rails , to wait for George . The glory of a July morning was beautifying

    over hill , and field , and stream . I was not melancholy , not sad , there was riot in my heart , the sanguineness of high pleasure confused with dread : and I bent my head upon the rail and wept . Absorbed , I neither saw nor heard the approach of my friend , till he tapped me on the shoulder : both were silent ; we descended the stairs , made one bundle of our two , passed a stick under the knots , stnd each lent a hand , then moved on , with the bundle

    dangling between us , at a mpid pace ; and through the whole day ' s journey of forty-four miles , the silence was broken by what can scarcely be called mirth , it was an intoxication of hilarity , which lasted only for a few minutes , and sank again into stillness . Nor was the stilhiess despondency , on my side , at least . We felt we were on a wide , wide world ; and to me , the world had never looked so beautiful ! I do not mean the world ' s world : a hundred times

    on the jaunt , the richness of verdant and flowery existence invited me to pause and gaze , and bade me forget weariness . The month was July , the high noon of nature ' s splendour , when all was redolent of the passionate summer ' s voluptuousness , and gracefully beautiful indolence fresh in the consciousness of its own loveliness . My friend George was my senior , yet 1 saw , on the second day , I was the stronger ; not in limb , muscle , or sinew : he evinced a

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    Autobiography of Pel . Verjuice . 537

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 2, 1833, page 537, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2620/page/25/