and am from the thought of it: wish me in your free champaign, where I may have no hedge so much as to confine my eye wish me happy in the society of so dear and noble a friend; but, in the mean while, think of me no otherwise, than as a Free Prisoner; and Yours, thankfully devoted in all faithful observance, JOS. NORWICH. END OF THE SEVENTH VOLUME. C. Whittingham, Printer, Dean Street, Fetter Lane, London. |