I am, moreover, quite cool, and feel no pain--but, but---- And then there was a burst of 'gemiti, sospiri ed alti guai.' Alas, alas, poor child of clay! as the sparks fly upward, so wast thou born to sorrow--Onward![11] Our next glimpse of Mrs.Borrow is when after his father's death George had shouldered his knapsack and made his way to London to seek his fortune by literature.

His elder brother had remained at home, determined upon being a painter, but joined George in London, leaving the widowed mother momentarily alone in Norwich.
'And how are things going on at home ?' said I to my brother, after we had kissed and embraced.

'How is my mother, and how is the dog ?' 'My mother, thank God, is tolerably well,' said my brother, 'but very much given to fits of crying.

As for the dog, he is not so well; but we will talk more of these matters anon,' said my brother, again glancing at the breakfast things.

'I am very hungry, as you may suppose, after having travelled all night.' Thereupon I exerted myself to the best of my ability to perform the duties of hospitality, and I made my brother welcome--I may say more than welcome; and when the rage of my brother's hunger was somewhat abated, we recommenced talking about the matters of our little family, and my brother told me much about my mother; he spoke of her fits of crying, but said that of late the said fits of crying had much diminished, and she appeared to be taking comfort; and, if I am not much mistaken, my brother told me that my mother had of late the prayer-book frequently in her hand, and yet oftener the Bible.[12] Ann Borrow lived in Willow Lane, Norwich, for thirty-three years.