VICA R

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WAKEFIELD:

A TALE.

Supposed to be written by HIMself.

Sperate miseri, cavete fælices.

VOL. II.

SALISBURY:

Printed by B. COLLIN S;
For F. NEWBERY, in Pater-Nofter-Row, London.

MDCCLXVI

The history of a philofophic vagabond, pursuing novelty, but lofing content.

AFTER we had fupped, Mrs. Arnold

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politely offered to fend a couple of her footmen for my fon's baggage, which he at first seemed to decline; but her preffing the request, he was obliged to inform her, that a stick and a wallet were all the moveable things upon this earth that he could boast of. Why, aye my

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fon," cried I, you left me but poor, " and poor I find you are come back; "and yet I make no doubt you have "feen a great deal of the world.". "Yes, Sir," replied my fon, "but travel"ling after fortune, is not the way to seVOL. II. B 66 cure