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theivt'oiv ^\ants to he at lionu^ a\ Iumh^ Ih' liatli all 

 convonieiicos proi)er for a i;vutleniaii of (quality. 

 I cannot road at nii;'lit, and T liavc^ no hooks to 

 read in tlio day. I have no suhjeet at present in 

 my head to write upon. I dare not send my linen 

 to he Avashed for fear of heing- called away at half 

 an hour's warning, and then I must leave them 

 heliind, which is a serious Point. I live at great 

 (^xpense without one comfortahle hit or suj). 1 

 am afraid of joyning Avitli ])assengers for fear of 

 g-etting acquaintance Avith Irish. Tlie days are 

 short and I have live hours a niglit to sjjend hy 

 myself hefore I go to Bed. I should he glad to 

 converse Avitli Farmers or shoj^keepers, hut none 

 of them speak English. A Dog is hotter company 

 than the Vicar, for I rememher him of old. AVhat 

 can T do l)ut write everything' that comes into my 

 liead ': AVatt is a boohy of that sj^ecies which I 

 dare not suffer to he familiar Avith me, for he 

 would ramp on my shoulders in half an hour. 

 But the worst part is in my half-hourly longing, 

 and hojies and vain ex2)ectations of a Avind, so that 

 I live in susjieuse which is the worst circumstance 

 of human nature. I am a little wrung from two 

 scurvy disorders, and if I should relapse there is 

 not a AVelsli house-cur that would not have more 

 care taken of him than I, and whose loss would 

 not he more lamented. I confine myself to my 

 narroAV chamber in all unwalkahle hours. The 

 Master of the jjacquet-hoat, one Jones, hath not 

 treated me with the least civility, although AVatt 

 gave him my name. In short I come from being 



