602 SECOND POSTSCRIPT. [PART III. 



1064. "A Visit to Mr. Cobbett.-~Upon arriving 

 " at Mr. Cobbett's gate, my feelings, in walking 

 " along the path which led to the residence of 

 " this celebrated man are difficult to describe. 

 " The idea of a person self-banished, leading an 

 "isolated life in a foreign land; a path rarely 

 ." trod, fences in ruins, the gate broken, a house 

 " mouldering to decay, added to much awk- 

 " wardness of feeling on my part, calling upon 

 " an entire stranger, produced in my mind feel- 

 " ings of though tfulness and melancholy. I 

 " would fain almost have returned without en- 

 " tering the wooden mansion, imagining that its 

 " possessor would exclaim, ' What intruding 

 " fellow is here coming to break in upon my 

 " pursuits ?' But these difficulties ceased almost 

 " with their existence. A female servant (an 

 " English woman) informed me that her master 

 " was from home, attending at the county court 

 " Her language was natural enough for a per- 

 " son in her situation; she pressed me to walk 

 " in, being quite certain that I was her country- 

 " man ; and she was so delighted to see an Eng- 

 " lishman, instead of those nasty guessing Yan- 

 " kees. Following my guide through the 

 " kitchen, (the floor of which, she asserted, 

 " was imbedded with two feet of dirt when Mr. 

 " Cobbett came there (it had been previously 

 " in the occupation of Americans) I was con- 



