----But courage! gentle reader! ----I scorn it----’tis enough to have
thee in my power----but to make use of the advantage which the fortune
of the pen has now gained over thee, would be too much ----No----! by
that all-powerful fire which warms the visionary brain, and lights the
spirits through unwordly tracts! ere I would force a helpless creature
upon this hard service, and make thee pay, poor soul! for fifty pages,
which I have no right to sell thee, ----naked as I am, I would browse
upon the mountains, and smile that the north wind brought me neither my
tent or my supper.
--So put on, my brave boy! and make the best of thy way to _Boulogne_.