To say
the truth, we have, from this reason alone, often done great
violence to the luxuriance of our genius, and have left many excellent
descriptions out of our work, which would otherwise have been in it.
And this suspicion, to be honest, arises, as is generally the case,
from our own wicked heart; for we have, ourselves, been very often
most horridly given to jumping, as we have run through the pages of
voluminous historians.
Suffice it then simply to say, that Jones, after having played the
part of a madman for many minutes, came, by degrees, to himself; which
no sooner happened, than, turning to Partridge, he very earnestly
begged his pardon for the attack he had made on him in the violence of
his passion; but concluded, by desiring him never to mention his
return again; for he resolved never to see that country any more.
Partridge easily forgave, and faithfully promised to obey the
injunction now laid upon him. And then Jones very briskly cried out,
"Since it is absolutely impossible for me to pursue any farther the
steps of my angel- I will pursue those of glory. Come on, my brave
lad, now for the army:- it is a glorious cause, and I would willingly
sacrifice my life in it, even though it was worth my preserving."
And so saying, he immediately struck into the different road from that
which the squire had taken, and, by mere chance, pursued the very same
through which Sophia had before passed.
Our travellers now marched a full mile, without speaking a
syllable to each other, though Jones, indeed, muttered many things
to himself.
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