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very word Home, that fills us with
inexpressible affection. And if, according to
the old English maxim, it be ever so homely,
still our wants and our wishes centre there.
From these thoughts, my friend, you
will conclude that my reflections at this
moment are turned upon poor old
England. They are indeed. And while I
am viewing these bleak mountains and
barren heaths, while I turn my eyes upon
a large extent of sandy deserts or
immeasurable woods, I cannot forbear casting one
sigh towards a snug retreat amidst the
Cleveland hills, or the rich plains of the
bishopric of Durham.
Variety, however, renders all situations
agreeable. It will be some pleasure to me
to reflect that I have been in Lapland. Nor
can any one describe the comfort arising
from a good dinner and a bottle of honest
port so well as he who has been in want of
both. Such therefore are the consolations
that may be drawn from the variety of
circumstances with which this world abounds.
Such I suppose were the expectations of
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