THE LIFE OF JOHN BUNCLE, ESQ. BY THOMAS AMORY, GENT. A NEW EDITION. VOL. II. LONDON: SEPTIMUS PROWETT, 23, OLD BOND STREET. MDCCCXXV. THE LIFE OF JOHN BUNCLE, ESQ. Nec Vixit Male, qui Natus Moriensque fefellit. THUS was my head employed, while I smoked a pipe after supper, and I determined to return to ORTON's mansion, after I had found a way out of Stanemore; but the previous question was, how I should get out of the place I was in, without going back, as there appeared no passage onwards. I tried every angle the next morning, to no purpose, and in vain attempted some hills that were too steep for the horses. Down then I went again to the bottom of the black and narrow glen afore-mentioned, and with lights observed the rumbling deep river. It appeared more frightful than the first time I saw it, and there was no venturing into it. This troubled me not a little, as the water was not above eight yards broad, and there was an ascending glen VOL. II. B |