scarce depend upon my memory at so great an interval. To confess

the truth, I have been somewhat embarrassed by his response; for he

sent me the complete memoirs of his life, touching only in places

on the Master; running to a much greater length than my whole

story, and not everywhere (as it seems to me) designed for

edification. He begged in his letter, dated from Ettenheim, that I

would find a publisher for the whole, after I had made what use of

it I required; and I think I shall best answer my own purpose and

fulfil his wishes by printing certain parts of it in full. In this

way my readers will have a detailed, and, I believe, a very genuine

account of some essential matters; and if any publisher should take

a fancy to the Chevalier's manner of narration, he knows where to

apply for the rest, of which there is plenty at his service. I put

in my first extract here, so that it may stand in the place of what

the Chevalier told us over our wine in the hall of Durrisdeer; but

you are to suppose it was not the brutal fact, but a very varnished

version that he offered to my lord.

CHAPTER III. - THE MASTER'S WANDERINGS.

FROM THE MEMOIRS OF THE CHEVALIER DE BURKE.

. . . I left Ruthven (it's hardly necessary to remark) with much

greater satisfaction than I had come to it; but whether I missed my

way in the deserts, or whether my companions failed me, I soon

found myself alone. This was a predicament very disagreeable; for

I never understood this horrid country or savage people, and the

last stroke of the Prince's withdrawal had made us of the Irish

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