IN I went, and got the little book, which I was so impatient to read, that I got over into a field at the upper corner of Kew-gardens, where there stood a hay-stack. On the shady side of this I sat down to read; the book was so different from anything that I had ever read before: it was something so new to my mind, that though I could not at all understand some of it, it delighted me beyond description; and it produced what I have always considered a sort of birth of intellect.

I read on till it was dark without any thought about supper or bed. When I could see no longer, I put my little book in my pocket, and tumbled down by the side of the stack, where I slept till the birds in Kew-gardens awaked me in the morning; when off I started to Kew, reading my little book.