Ixxiv AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF 
in religious matters; and I wrote a paper for the 
Examiner, in which I predicted that the game 
would shortly be up for ever with the Dutch flag. I 
went into the large square at Bruges to see the 
Belgians engage their enemies. As the balls whistled 
on all sides, I thought I might as well live to see 
the row another day ; so, observing a door half open, 
I felt much inclined to get under cover; but, just 
as I arrived at the threshold, a fat old dame shut 
‘the door full in my face. Thank you, old lady, said I: 
‘Felix quam faciunt aliena pericula cautam.” The 
reader, I fear, is now pretty well tired with these 
Memoirs. They will soon be concluded. He can- 
not fail to have discovered what has been my ruling 
propensity through life. I crave a little more in- 
dulgence, as 1am anxious to say a few words re- 
lative to the Wanderings. 
Wouralia, the ass mentioned in that work, is still 
alive, and in good health. Supposing that she was 
in her third year at the time that she was sent to 
me from London, by the present Duke of Northum- 
berland, then Lord Percy, she must now be seven 
and twenty years old. She was inoculated with the 
wourali poison, and restored to health by artificial 
respiration. .Mr. Sewell is satisfied that this Indian 
poison is capable of curing the dreadful malady 
caused by the bite of a mad dog. Would it not be 
well to make the experiment on some person who 
is just about to sink under the virulence of that 
disease, and when the case has been declared utterly 
hopeless by the faculty who surround the bed of the 
dying man? I have a good supply of the real ori- 
