CHAPTER XV.
"What lofty thoughts these elements above,
What tow'ring hopes, what sallies from the sun!
What grand surveys of destiny divine,
And pompous presage of unfathom'd fate
Should roll in bosoms, where a spirit burns,
Bound for eternity!"
Young.
Still traversing the seas, had it been possible for Douglas to have set himself free from the control of winds and waves, and once again to have found himself surrounded by the fascinations of pleasure, pomp, and luxury, he no longer possessed the ability of rendering himself a willing victim to his inclinations! For where was now that ruddy glow, that vigour of constitution, which had hitherto combated every trial, and which he seemed to imagine would continue even to the latest period of his life? Such proud boasts and vain expectations were at an end! Sad and oppressed, he was inclined to think the ravages made by his late illness might never be repaired.
Thus he who, in the giddy hours of prosperity, mocked at adversity, was now reduced to a state,
