ABSTRACT
Our hero having related to Dr. Sourby the wretched condition of his suit, the latter imputed his misfortune, as usual, to the destructive refinements of civilized life, and dwelt so eloquently on the tranquillity, virtues, and enjoyments, of a state of nature, that Tim told him he / would cheerfully join in the expedition, as being perfectly in unison with the restless frame of his mind*. Sancho was permitted to accompany them, and they left the Moravian settlement without delay, glowing with hope and expectation. ‘Let us quit those thronged pestilential seats of luxury,’ said the Doctor, ‘where the vices, artificial wants, diseases and miseries of men, multiply with their population, wealth, ostentation, and grandeur. Arva, beata petamus arva.’ 413
