"That what is bred in the bone will not go out of the flesh," was

never more verified than in the story of my Life. Any one would

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; grown old, and when, if ever, it might be

allowed me to have had experience of every state of middle life,

and to know which was most adapted to make a man completely happy;

I say, after all this, any one would have thought that the native

propensity to rambling which I gave an account of in my first

setting out in the world to have been so predominant in my

thoughts, should be worn out, and I might, at sixty one years of

age, have been a little inclined to stay at home, and have done

venturing life and fortune any more."