:3oO NliMHOD'S HUNTING TOUR 



and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was 

 soon humbled ; and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind 

 by the idea, that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and 

 agreeable companion ; and that, whatsoever might be the future fate 

 of my History, the life of the Historian might he short and 

 precarious ! " 



On the 22nd of April, I left the Forest, and in the evening of that 

 day arrived at home. Although my pockets were as empty as when 

 they came from the tailor's, my spirits were good. I dwelt with 

 pleasure on the scenes I had been a witness of, and indulged a hope 

 that I might see something like them again. But this was not all. 

 I echoed the words of an elegant writer, who so happily expresses 

 himself on a similar occasion. " When we travel towards home," 

 says he, " we return, as it were, to the arms of a friend ; and bless 

 THAT Goodness which has so ordained, that home with no 



CHARMS CHARMS US BECAUSE IT IS OUR HOME ! ! " 



