ABSTRACT
On my arrival at Bristol I stopped at the first inn; and after writing a short note to Mr. Randolph, dispatched it by a messenger, whom I ordered to wait for an answer. At any other period, in any other state of mind, I should have obtruded myself on my early patron without ceremony; but sensibility shrinks at the persecutions of fortune, till reason asserts her turn to reign, and arms the mind with fortitude to resist its enemy.
