B.' There were also translations from the German, Dutch, Swedish, and Danish, in the _Monthly Magazine_.

Clearly Borrow was becoming a formidable linguist, if not a very exact master of words.

Still he remained a vagabond, and loved to wander over Mousehold Heath, to the gypsy encampment, and to make friends with the Romany folk; he loved also to haunt the horse fairs for which Norwich was so celebrated; and he was not averse from the companionship of wilder spirits who loved pugilism, if we may trust _Lavengro_, and if we may assume, as we justly may, that he many times cast youthful, sympathetic eyes on John Thurtell in these years, the to-be murderer of Weare, then actually living with his father in a house on the Ipswich Road, Thurtell, the father, being in no mean position in the city--an alderman, and a sheriff in 1815.

Yes, there was plenty to do and to see in Norwich, and Borrow's memories of it were nearly always kindly: A fine old city, truly, is that, view it from whatever side you will; but it shows best from the east, where ground, bold and elevated, overlooks the fair and fertile valley in which it stands.

Gazing from those heights, the eye beholds a scene which cannot fail to awaken, even in the least sensitive bosom, feelings of pleasure and admiration.