The town, which seems an abomination of desolation to a man who is accustomed to London and Paris, is nevertheless a commercial centre; and the stockbroker's schemes may involve the simple Ullertonians, as well as the more experienced children of the metropolis.
Having thought the business out thus, I gave myself no further trouble about the unexpected appearance of my friend and benefactor.
At Black Harbour I found a coach, which carried me to Spotswold, whither I travelled in a cramped and painful position as regards my legs, and with a pervading sensation which was like a determination of luggage to the brain, so close to my oppressed head was the heavily-laden roof of the vehicle.

It was pitch dark when I and two fellow-passengers of agricultural aspect were turned out of the coach at Spotswold, which in the gloom of night appeared to consist of half a dozen houses shut in from the road by ghastly white palings, a grim looming church, and a low-roofed inn with a feeble light glimmering athwart a red stuff curtain.
At this inn I was fain to take up my abode for the night, and was conducted to a little whitewashed bedchamber, draperied with scanty dimity and smelling of apples--the humblest, commonest cottage chamber, but clean and decent, and with a certain countrified aspect which was pleasing to me.

I fancied myself the host of such an inn, with Charlotte for my wife; and it seemed to me that it would be nice to live in that remote and unknown village, "the world forgetting, by the world forgot." I beguiled myself by such foolish fancies--I, who have been reared amidst the clamour and riot of the Strand! Should I be happy with that dear girl if she were mine?
Alas! I doubt it.

A man who has led a disreputable life up to the age of seven-and-twenty is very likely to have lost all capacity for such pure and perfect happiness as that which good men find in the tranquil haven of a home.
Should I not hear the rattle of the billiard-balls, or the voice of the _croupier_ calling the main, as I sat by my quiet fireside?
Should I not yearn for the glitter and confusion of West-end dancing-rooms, or the mad excitement of the ring, while my innocent young wife was sitting by my side and asking me to look at the blue eyes of my first-born?
No; Charlotte is not for me.

There must be always the two classes--the sheep and the goats; and my lot has been cast among the goats.
And yet there are some people who laugh to scorn the doctrines of Calvin, and say there is no such thing as predestination.
Is there not predestination?
Was not I predestined to be born in a gaol and reared in a gutter, educated among swindlers and scoundrels, fed upon stolen victuals, and clad in garments never to be paid for?
Did no Eumenides preside over the birth of Richard Savage, so set apart for misery that the laws of nature were reversed, and even his mother hated him?
Did no dismal fatality follow the footsteps of Chatterton?
Has no mysterious ban been laid upon the men who have been called Dukes of Buckingham?
What foolish lamentations am I scribbling in this diary, which is intended to be only the baldest record of events! It is so natural to mankind to complain, that, having no ear in which to utter his discontent, a man is fain to resort to pen and ink.
I devoted my evening to conversation with the landlord and his wife, but found that the name of Haygarth was as strange to them as if it had been taken from an inscription in the tomb of the Pharaohs.