to con over the paffage, which we had not an opportunity of comparing. The fame obftacle prevented our making any juft remarks either upon the castle, or the works, and the reader is in some measure obliged to this accident, as it will be the means of shortning this chapter. We returned to our inn to fupper, where we met with feveral people divided in their opinions touching the packet's failing that night-fome faid it would, for the wind was fair; others were pofitive that it would not, for though the wind was fair, yet it blew too frefh to get out of the harbour. This brought to my mind what I had ruminated in our walk upon the works, where I had been fully fenfible of what the failors call a fresh galehowever I faid nothing. In In the midft of our fupper I was a little alarmed with the repetition of a difagreeable hollow found in the chimney-pray, madam, faid I to Mrs. Jones, what noife is that? is it the wind?-nothing at all, fir, faid fhe, only our chimney is apt to make a noife. It must be a very odd fort of a chimney thought I, to make fuch a noife for nothing. What my companion felt, I know not; and if he had any fears he was wife enough to keep them to himself, CHA P. II. Wherein the Author indulges his fancy upon a Subject, which some of his Readers may poffibly take home to themfelves. HERE is fomething extremely THE aukward in the first setting out upon a journey, to perfons unac customed cuftomed to travel-the fenfations they are feized with are many, and mix in a confufed variety. People that are for the most part confined to one spot, have their anxieties either about bufinefs, or pleasure in fucceffion-the completion of the one ferves as an incitement to the other and the event of either being foreseen, the pleasure is doubled by anticipa tion. But place a Londoner, who has never paffed the verge of Windfor or St. Alban's into the York fly, and he is immediately seized with the apprehenfion of a thousand evils which can never happen at once the farther he is wheeled beyond his ken, the greater is his trouble; and the counting of the mile ftones, which may be very entertaining to fome, heightens his embarrassment, and only proves that he is fo much much farther removed from the only place where he would chufe to live and die. Being got fifty miles from the capital, he begins to contemplate, what a terrible thing it must be to die in a ftrange country!-and is furprized to fee the other paffengers fwallowing the coffee, grounds and all, and calling about 'em for more toaft and butter.He can neither eat nor drink—his fellow-travellers..commiferating his unhappy cafe, conclude the gentleman is fick with having rode backwards-one prescribes a dram of brandy-another, upon a fuppofition, that coffee and toaft were too meagre, advises him to call for a rafher of bacon and a tankard of ale-he naufeates the thoughts of a rafher and ale, and contents himself with a glass of spring water and a few barthorn drops. They They proceed on their journey, and he grows worse and worse; infomuch that if any one was to ask what ailed him? he would be very much at a loss for a reply-nevertheless his fever increases, and no James's powder can be had! he would fain lose a little blood --but then what man in England can open a vein like Mr.? who had been fo many years furgeon to his, and his father's family before him. One of the company obferving the defponding way he was in, kindly made him an offer of a few carraway comfits and fome gingerbread nuts; at the bare mention whereof, he was feized with fuch a violent tooth-ach, that finding no Greenough's tincture at hand, it was feared he would go diftracted with the pain. The further apprehenfions of the coach breaking down, and thereby fracturing |