ABSTRACT
In the town of Belfont, in Ireland, lived a learned physician of the name of Everard St. Clare.2 He had a brother, who, misled by a fine but wild imagination, which raised him too far above the interests of common life, had squandered away his small inheritance; and had long roved through the world, rapt in poetic visions, foretelling, as he pretended, to those who would hear him, that which futurity would more fully develop. – Camioli was the name he had assumed.3
