and am from the thought of it: wish me in your free champaign, where I may have no hedge so much as to confine my eye wish me happy in the society of so dear and noble a friend; but, in the mean while, think of me no otherwise, than as a Free Prisoner; and

Yours, thankfully devoted

in all faithful observance,

JOS. NORWICH.

END OF THE SEVENTH VOLUME.

C. Whittingham, Printer, Dean Street, Fetter Lane, London.