THE
FURTHER ADVENTURES

OF

ROBINSON CRUSOE.

 

Tuat homely proverb, used on so many occasions in Eng-
iand, viz.: “That what is bred in the bone will not go out of
the flesh,” was never more verified than in the story of my life.
Any one would think that after thirty-five years’ affliction, and
a variety of unhappy circumstances, which few men, if any,
ever went through before, and after seven years of peace and
enjoyment in the fulness of all things, grown old, and when, if
ever, it might be allowed me to have had experience of every
state of middle life, and to know which was most adapted to
make a man completely happy ; I say, after all this, any one
would have thought that the native propensity to rambling,
which I gave an account of in my first setting out in the world
to have been so predominant in my thoughts, should be worn
out, the volatile part be fully evacuated, or at least condensed,
and I might, at sixty-one years of age, have been a little in:
clined to stay at home, and have done venturing life and for.
tune any more,

Nay, further, the common motive of foreign adventures
was taken away in me, for I had no fortune to make 3 I had
nothing to seek: if I had gained ten thousand pounds, I had
been no richer ; for I had already sufficient for me, and for
those I had to leave it to; and what I had was visibly increas-
ing ; for, having no great family, I could not spend the income
of what I had, unless I would set up for an expensive way of
living, such as a great family, servants, equipage, gayety, and
the like, which were things I had no notion of, or inclination
to; so that I had nothing, indeed, to do, but to sit oa and

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