t and inspiration in precisely the

    present condition of t he fondness and

    ento some extent, I reckon myself in this

    number; I do not speak to tever

    circumstances, and t;

    -- but mainly to tented, and idly

    complaining of t or of times, whey

    mig energetically

    and inconsolably of any, because their

    duty.  I also  seemingly  most

    terribly impoverised dross, but

    kno o use it, or get rid of it, and their

    oters.

    If I stempt to tell o spend my life

    in years past, it hose of my readers who

    are someed s actual ory; it ainly

    astonis it.  I  some

    of terprises which I have cherished.

    In any  any , I have been

    anxious to improve time, and notc on my stick too;

    to stand on ting of ternities, t and future,

    ; to toe t line.  You will

    pardon some obscurities, for ts in my trade than

    in most mens, and yet not voluntarily kept, but inseparable from

    its very nature.  I ell all t I kno it, and

    never paint quot;No Admittancequot; on my gate.

    I long ago lost a urtle dove, and am

    still on trail.  Many are travellers I have spoken

    concerning tracks and hey

    anso.  I  one or two whe

    tramp of the dove disappear behind a cloud,

    and to recover t them

    themselves.

    to anticipate, not t, if

    possible, Nature er,

    before yet any neigirring about his business, have I