Guy Mannering.

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country while this fine frosty weather serves, and Dudley,
almost as good a walker as myself, goes with me for some
part of the way. We part on the borders of Cumberland,
when he must return to his lodgings in M:arybone, up
three pair of stairs, and labour at what he calls the conmmercial part of his profession. There cannot, he says, be
such a difference betwixt any two portions of existence as
between that in which the artist, if an enthusiast, collects
the subjects of his drawings, and that which must necessarily be dedicated to turning over his portfolio, and
exhibiting them to the provoking indifference, or more
provoking criticism, of fashionable amateurs.'During
the summer of. my year,' says Dudley,'I am as free as
a wild Indian, enjoying myself at liberty amid the grandest scenes of nature; while, during my winters and
springs, I am not only cabined, cribbed, and confined in a
miserable garret, but condemned to as intolerable subservience to the humour of others, and to as indifferent
company, as if I were a literal galley-slave.' I have
promised him your acquaintance, Delaserre; —you will
be delighted with his specimens of art, and he with your
Swiss fanaticism for mountains and torrents.
"When I lose Dudley's company, I am informed that
I can easily enter Scotland, by stretching across a wild
country in the upper part of Cumberland; and that route
I shall follow, to give the Colonel time to pitch his camp
ere I reconnoitre his position.-Adieu! DelaserreI shall hardly find another opportunity of writing till I
reach Scotland."