ABSTRACT
We shall now follow Dr. Sourby and our hero, who, after a pleasant journey without any particular occurrence, had passed the falls of Passaic, in New Jersey, much admired by travellers. 338 The day was remarkably fine, and they had just risen from their dinners and mounted their horses, when Dr. Sourby, in a high flow of spirits, began to rally our hero on his melancholy. ‘Eripe turpi collum jugo, liber sum, liber sum, dic age! 339 The philosophic mind is always free. It is not dazzled by artificial goods. It does not rest its felicity on uncertain, fleeting, and ideal blessings. It is independent, and draws its happiness from its own resources.’ /
