Languages & literature > Aurus clavus, or, The adventures of a gold trinket, supposed to have been written by itself

turning to his native land ; but after waiting for
sometime, till the ship should set out for Britain,
he found his health so much on the decline, as
to oblige his taking to bed immediately. Still
getting worse and worse, his apprehension was,
that in a short tijne he would be laid in peace¬
ful rest beside hi's dear lost daughter, to dwell
in that cold and narrow house appointed for all
living, where sorrow enters not, and where the
voice of weeping and wailing is not heard.
One day, while my master was administering
some necessaries to him, the poor invalid thus
addressed him “ Kenneth, I feel I am a gone
man—my spirit begins to flag—my pilgrimage
through this transitory scene is nearly run—
and I am now lingering on the confines of the
grave. I must unbosom myself to you, as there
is none in this strange land that know aught
about me.” So saying, he confided some things,
the knowledge of which was requisite, in order
that he might act up to the directions given
him. He was directed to the place where to
find the few remaining papers saved from the
wreck, along with some other valuables which
I shall not mention, with the exception of a
sum of money, sufficient to convey my master