He has not found the way to happiness.
But ’tis the way where he has travell’d long— 250
And turn he will not, though he feels it wrong;
Like a sad traveller, who, at closing day,
Finds he has wander’d widely from his way,
Yet wanders on, nor will new paths explore,
Till the night falls, and he can walk no more.
TALE XXI.
THE COUSINS.
I.
P. I left a frugal Merchant, who began