urthermore, by certain nameless associations revived in me my old impressions upon first

men, but unsettles his mind; tempts him to recant his belief in the

breath, by way of experiment, and for the sake of witnessing the effect. If a reader of books, Priestley on Necessity occurs to him; and he believes in that old Sir Anthony Absolute to the very last chapter. His faith in Malte Brun, however, begins to fail; for

emphatically what they are merely designated as bei

g is a liar; for no place, nor any thing possessed of a lo

is ship. The ignoramus must have lost his way, and drifted into the outer confines

ken. He begins to feel an

r the esophagus. It keeps up a sort of involuntary interior humming in him, like a live beetle. His cranium is a dome full of reverberation

not be his with a relish. Vain the idea of idling out the calm. He may sleep if he can, or purposely delude himself into a crazy fancy, that he is merely at leisure. All this he may

For of what use? He wills to go: to get away from the calm: as ashore he would avoid the plague. But he can not; and how foolish to revolve expedients. It is more hopeless than a bad marriage in a land where there is no Doctors'

and more than