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of the latter, alluding to this severest woe ! " O ! ve that dwell 

 in Moab, leave the cities, and dwell in the rock like the dove ! O 

 vine of Sibmah! I will weep for thee, with the weeping of Jazcr. 

 O ! daughter of Dibon, come down from thy glory, and " sit in 

 ■thirst." 



"Whether I was to have been taken off by poison, by hunger, 

 or by thirst, is now of little consequence: my destruction was de- 

 termined, and I escaped. When I reflect on this momentous 

 crisis of my fate, I am naturally led into solemn and graleful 

 contemplation. Near thirty years are elapsed, but the images are 

 not effaced, and the retrospection creates sensations which I can- 

 not describe. I, who appeared to be the sole object of their re- 

 venge, came off unhurt. But their machinations -did not end in 

 the wilds of Zinore, that disappointment only increased their re- 

 sentment, and engaged them in new stratagems. 



On the civil and military establishments being withdrawn from 

 Barocbe and its dependant purgunnas, our family passed the rainy 

 season at Surat, and, for some time, resided at an English garden- 

 house, without the Veriow-cmle, at some distance from the citv 

 walls. After living there a few weeks, we observed cvvry evening 

 several persons lurking under the garden hedges, and concealing 

 themselves in the adjoining fields: being strangers in the country, 

 we did not at first attend to them; but a constant repetition of 

 such mysterious conduct at length excited suspicion. I was, at 

 that time, extremely ill of a fever; and never left the house, except 

 to walk in the garden, before sun-set, which was rather earlier than 

 these persons generally appeared. As they seemed lobe in pursuit 

 of an object which eluded their vigilance, it at length occurred. 



