Excerpt from The Life and Remains of Wilmot Warwick A great chasm in the centre of the fire might reasonably have urged the necessity of a poker but it did no such thing - it gave a sentimental turn to my reflections, and my heart yearned at the loss of some friends, and the absence of others. Memory then led me a long jaunt through the scenes of my youth, retracing the harmless follies of my child hood, and reassembling the companions of my ih fancy - Some, alas were in their graves - and Warwick, (poor Wilmot where was he? My thoughts were becoming confused. I shut my eyes from very languor - opened them again closed them a second time - peeped once more through my eyelids, and was about to sink into the arms of N ature's soft nurse, when the chords of a guitar, struck by some itinerant musician, roused me from my stupor. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.