Among these was to be numbered a manuscript, containing memoirs of his own life.

The narrative was by no means recommended by its eloquence; but neither did all its value flow from my relationship to the author.

Its stile had an unaffected and picturesque simplicity.

The great variety and circumstantial display of the incidents, together with their intrinsic importance, as descriptive of human manners and passions, made it the most useful book in my collection.

It was late; but being sensible of no inclination to sleep, I resolved to betake myself to the perusal of it.
To do this it was requisite to procure a light.