The novels of Charles Brockden Brown, consisting of Wieland;or, The transformation. Arthur Mervyn; or, Memoirs of the year 1793. Edgar Huntly; or, Memoirs of a sleep-walker. Jane Talbot. Ormond; or, The secret witness. Clara Howard; or, The enthusiasm of love. With a memoir of the author.

150 JANE TALBOT.
ing of a grateful and devoted heart, and to submit, with
what humility I can, to the destiny which you have prescribed?
I should not deserve your love, if I did not now relinquish it with an anguish next to despair; neither should
I have merit in my own eyes, if I did not end this letter
with acquitting you, the author of my loss, of all shadow
of blame.
Farewell forever. II. COLDEN.
LETTER XL.
- To JCames Iontford.
November 28.
I TOLD yOU of your brother Stephen's talk with me
about accompanying him on his northwest voyage. I
mentioned to you what were my objections to the scheme.
It was a desperate adventure; a sort of forlorn hope; to
be pursued in case my wishes in relation to Jane should
be crossed. I had not then any, or much, apprehension
of change in her resolutions. So many proofs of a fervent and invincible attachment to me had she lately
given, that I could not imagine any motive strong enough
to change her purpose. Yet now, my friend, have I arranged matters with your brother, and expect to bid an
everlasting farewell to my native shore some day within
the ensuing fortnight.
I call it an everlasting farewell, for I have, at present,
neither expectation nor desire of returning. A three years'
wandering among boisterous seas and through various climates, added to that inward care, that spiritless, dejected
heart, which I shall ever bear about me, would surely never
let me return, even if I had the wish: but I have not the
wish. If I live at all, it must be in a scene far different
and distant from that in which I have been hitherto reluctantly detained.
And why have I embraced this scheme? There can
be but one cause.
Having just returned from following Thomson's remains