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    indifferently cloaked over, that my
    poor mother thought herself obliged to leave my habitation, and
    betake herself to a small inconvenient jointure-house, which she
    occupied till her death. I think, however, I was not exclusively
    to blame in this separation, and I believe my mother afterwards
    condemned herself for being too hasty. Thank God, the adversity
    which destroyed the means of continuing my dissipation, restored
    me to the affections of my surviving parent.

    My course of life could not last. I ran too fast to run long;
    and when I would have checked my career, I was perhaps too near
    the brink of the precipice. Some mishaps I prepared by my own
    folly, others came upon me unawares. I put my estate out to
    nurse to a fat man of business, who smothered the babe he should
    have brought back to me in health and strength, and, in dispute
    with this honest gentleman, I found, like a skilful general, that
    my position would be most judiciously assumed by taking it up
    near the Abbey of Holyrood. [See Note 1.--Holyrood.] It was then
    I first became acquainted with the quarter, which my little work
    will, I hope, render immortal, and grew familiar with those
    magnificent wilds, through which the Kings of Scotland once
    chased the dark-brown deer, but which were chiefly recommended to
    me in those days, by their being inaccessible to those
    metaphysical persons, whom the law of the neighbouring country
    terms John Doe and Richard Roe. In short, the precincts of the
    palace are now best known as being a place of refuge at any time
    from all pursuit for civil debt.

    Dire was the strife betwixt my quondam doer and myself; during
    which my motions were circumscribed, like those of some conjured
    demon, within a circle, which, "beginning at the northern gate of
    the King's Park, thence running northways, is bounded on the left
    by the King's garden-wall, and the gutter, or kennel, in a line
    wherewith it crosses the High Street to the Watergate, and
    passing through the sewer, is bounded by the walls of the Tennis
    Court and Physic Gardens, etc. It then follows the wall of the
    churchyard, joins the north west wall of St Ann's Yards, and
    going east to the clackmill-house, turns southward to the
    turnstile in the King's Park wall, and includes the whole King's

    Park within the Sanctuary."

    These limits, which I abridge from the accurate Maitland, once
    marked the Girth, or Asylum, belonging to the Abbey of Holyrood,
    and which, being still an appendage to the royal palace, has
    retained the privilege of an asylum for civil debt. One would
    think the space sufficiently extensive for a man to stretch his
    limbs in, as, besides a reasonable proportion of level ground
    (considering that the scene lies in Scotland), it
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