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The Vicar of WakeHeld. 11$
earnedlv employed 111 one pursuit, tint of
pieasure; how different fiom mine, that of
reclaiming a lost child to virtue! I thought I
perceived Mr. Burehell at some didance from
me; but, as is he dreaded an interview, upon
my approaching him, he mixed among a
crowd, and I law him no more. I now refle-
cted that it would be to no purpose to con-
tinue my pursuit farther, and resolved to re-
turn home to an innocent family, who wanted
my adisiauce. But the agitations of my mind,
and the fatigues I had undergone, threw me
into a sever , the symptoms of which I percei-
ved before I came off the course. This was
another unexpected droke, as I was more than
seventy miles didantfrom home: however, I
retired to a little ale-houle by the road-side,
and in this place, the usual retreat of indigen-
ce and srugality, I laid me down patiently to
wait the ilsue of my disorder. I languished
here for near three weeks; but at sad mycon-
ditution prevailed, though I was unprovided
with money to defray the expences of my en-
tertainment. It is poslible the anxiety fiom
this lalf circumdance alone might have brought
on a relapse, had I not been supplied by a
traveller , who siopt to take a cursory refresh-
ment. This person was no other than the phi-
Jauthropicbookseller in St. Paul's Church-yard,
who has written so many little books for chil-
dren : he called himsclf their friend; but he
was the f iend of all mankind. He was no
sooner alighted, but he was in hade to be gone;
for he was ever on business of the utmod im-
portance, and was at that tim$ actually com-
H a piling
earnedlv employed 111 one pursuit, tint of
pieasure; how different fiom mine, that of
reclaiming a lost child to virtue! I thought I
perceived Mr. Burehell at some didance from
me; but, as is he dreaded an interview, upon
my approaching him, he mixed among a
crowd, and I law him no more. I now refle-
cted that it would be to no purpose to con-
tinue my pursuit farther, and resolved to re-
turn home to an innocent family, who wanted
my adisiauce. But the agitations of my mind,
and the fatigues I had undergone, threw me
into a sever , the symptoms of which I percei-
ved before I came off the course. This was
another unexpected droke, as I was more than
seventy miles didantfrom home: however, I
retired to a little ale-houle by the road-side,
and in this place, the usual retreat of indigen-
ce and srugality, I laid me down patiently to
wait the ilsue of my disorder. I languished
here for near three weeks; but at sad mycon-
ditution prevailed, though I was unprovided
with money to defray the expences of my en-
tertainment. It is poslible the anxiety fiom
this lalf circumdance alone might have brought
on a relapse, had I not been supplied by a
traveller , who siopt to take a cursory refresh-
ment. This person was no other than the phi-
Jauthropicbookseller in St. Paul's Church-yard,
who has written so many little books for chil-
dren : he called himsclf their friend; but he
was the f iend of all mankind. He was no
sooner alighted, but he was in hade to be gone;
for he was ever on business of the utmod im-
portance, and was at that tim$ actually com-
H a piling