WRITER'S CLERK; OR, THE HUMOURS OF THE SCOTTISH METROPOLIS. IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. I. Be heedful, youth, and see you stop betimes; Lest that thy rash ungovernable passions, O'erleaping duty, and each due regard, Hurry thee on, thro' short-liv'd, dear-bought pleasures, To cureless woes and lasting penitence." SHAKESPEARE. LONDON: PRINTED FOR G. B. WHITTAKER, AVE-MARIA-LANE. 1825. 183 THE WRITER'S CLERK. THE AUTHOR'S CONVERSATION WITH MR. SQUELTENHAM BONDENNY. It was about six o'clock on a summer evening, that I had the quay of Stranranan under my feet, after having performed a passage of upwards of a hundred miles in the short space of ten hours, by that delightful conveyance, the steam-boat. When I had escaped from the customary welcomes and congratulations of my friends, I soon found myself pacing slowly, with my cane in my hand, on a well-frequented path along the shore. I was indulging my thoughts on the various well-known objects which presented themselves to my view, when I accidentally came in contact with my old friend Mr. Bondenny. The history of this gentleman is as con VOL. I. B |