ABSTRACT
Pursuing his original intention, he directed his course to Italy; nor till he breathed the pure air of his father’s native country, did he begin to revive from the dreadful effects of the blow he had received, or feel lighter of the weight of woe that had oppressed him. Arrived at Naples, again he was at home, escaped as it were from the fangs of demons who tormented him, to be received with joy, among friends who loved him. His mourning habit, his melancholy air, his evident wretchedness, drew towards him the warm hearts of his Italian friends, and each sought who should most relieve him from himself, and from the contemplation of misfortunes now irremediable.
