When he awoke, Mr.Haward was slowly tearing into bits the work that had been done on the poem.

"It will have to wait upon my mood," he said.

"Seal up the letter to Lord Hervey, boy, and then begone to the fields.

If I want you again, I will send for you." The next day he proposed to himself to ride to Williamsburgh and see his acquaintances there.

But even as he crossed the room to strike the bell for Juba a distaste for the town and its people came upon him.