THAT homely proverb, used on so galore occasions in England, viz. "That what is bred in the bone wish not go out of the flesh," was ne er much verified than in the story of my Life. Any one would be think that after thirty-five years' affliction, and a variety of unhappy circumstances, which few men, if any, ever went through before, and after near seven years of peace and enjoyment in the fulness of all things; full grown old, and when, if ever, it mightiness be allowed me to have had experience of every state of middle life, and to cognize which was most altered to do a man wholly happy; I say, after all this, any one would be have thought that the native propensity to rambling which I gave an account of in my 1st setting out in the earth