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“Hungry ruin had me in the wind." I had been for some days skulking from covert to coverty under all the terrors of a jail : as some ill-advised people bad uncoupled the merciless pack of the law at my heels. I had taken the last farewell of my friends; my chest was on the road to Greenock; I had composed the last song I should ever measure in Caledonia-The Gloomy Night is Gathering Fastwhen a letter from Dr Blacklock to a friend of mine overthrew all my schemes, by opening new prospects to my poetic ambition. The doctor belonged to a set of crítics for whose applause I had not dared to hope. His opinion that I would meet with encouragement in Edinburgh for a second edition, fired me so much, that away I posted for that city, without a single acquaintance, or a single letter of introduction. The baneful star that had so long shed its blasting influence in my zenith, for once made a revolution to the nadir; and a kind Providence placed me under the patronage of one of the noblest of men--the Earl of Glencairn. Oublie moi, Grand Dieu, si jamais je l'oublie !

I need relate no farther. At Edinburgh I was in a new world ; T mingled among many classes of men, but all of them new to me, and I was all attention to catch the characters and the manners living as they rise,

Whether I have profited, time will show.

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