My journey to Glasgow was probably not much different in its incidents from that to London, but my mind was so engrossed with cares, that I retain no recollection of them. An oblivion like this, is the surest proof that a man in subsequent life can possess of the anxiety he has suffered at a former time. I have remarked the same thing on other occasions, and as often as memory is at fault, when it seeks to recover a remembrance, I am persuaded that the circumstance had occurred in some crisis of intense solicitude or passion.

My partner, Mr. Possy, was greatly surprised when I came suddenly upon him, and still more when I described how much his letter had alarmed me. He assured me that I had conceived a false notion of the condition of our affairs, for that every thing was flourishing to which he had put his hand, and that in advising the loan, he was only actuated by a wish to keep me easy in our pecuniary transactions, and that we might be the better able to meet our increasing business. Still this assurance did not satisfy me; my fears were awakened, and I could not reason myself out of an apprehension that the business which obliged me to have recourse to such expedients to raise money as I had been subjected to, could not be in a sound state. It even struck me, as we were in conversation, that he seemed to be under a spell of infatuation in what he said, for during my residence in the metropolis, the impression which I had originally received of the natural defects of his understanding, had in a considerable degree been worn away, and his letters, filled with plausibilites, absorbed from others, apparently indicated both thought and observation.