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too grateful to be difregarded my pen 

 obeys. 



The adventures of a ftage-coach are fome- 

 times amufi; g, but il happened that my jour- 

 ney, hither, was peculiarly devoid of incident, 

 being, merely, a dark nodurnal ride, which 

 paffed on without any thing to divert, or to 

 intereft. 



According to my ufual habit I felt no 

 difpofition to fleep, but, wrapt in penfive 

 ftillnefs, fat undifcurbed, and let my cogitative 

 faculties have their way. My fat companions, 

 whom you faw in the mail, proved to be three 

 of the fturdy fons of old Ocean. They had 

 formed rather an intimate acquaintance with 

 a certain perfonal pronoun; and, In ab- 

 ruptnefs of manner, feemed to be as nearly- 

 related to that great perfonage Mr. John 

 Bull, as to his kind patron, father Neptune, 

 if I miftake them not, they were the com- 

 manders of fome trading fhips, or tranfports, 

 going out with the convoy. The one fitting 

 upon the fame feat with myfelf, fo fpread his 

 huge fea-worn limbs as to occupy nearly the 



