dream'd,
'til Four; ever when I turn'd me, still hearing, as I foolishly
imagin'd, my Father crying to me, _Miles_! Sleep, my _Miles_! Go not to
that nasty Place, nor do such servile Offices! tho' thou dost, I'll have
thee out this Day, nay, I will pull thee out: And then I foolishly
imagin'd, that the same cold Hand pull'd me out of the Ditch; and being
in less than a Minute's Time perfectly awake, I found my self on my Feet
in the Middle of the Room; I soon put on my Cloaths then, and went to my
Labour. Were you thus disturb'd when you were Abroad? (the Captain
ask'd) O worse, Sir, (answer'd _Miles_) especially on a Tuesday Night,
a little after One, being the Twelth of _November_, New Style, I was
wak'd by a Voice, which (methought) cry'd, _Miles_, _Miles_, _Miles!_
Get hence, go Home, go to _England_! I was startled at it, but regarded
it only as proceeding from my going to Sleep with a full Stomach, and so
endeavour'd to sleep again, which I did, till a second Time it rouz'd
me, with _Miles_ twice repeated,--hazard not thy Life here in a foreign
Service! Home! to _England_! to _England_! to _England_! This disturb'd
me much more than at first; but, after I had lay'n awake near half an
Hour, and heard nothing of it all that Time, I assur'd my self 'twas
nothing but a Dream, and so once more address'd my self to Sleep, which
I enjoy'd without Interruption for above two Hours; when I was the third
Time alarm'd, and that with a louder Voice, which cry'd, as twice
before, _Miles!_ _Miles!_ _Miles!_ _Miles!_ Go Home! Go to _England_!
Hazard not thy Soul here! At which I started up, and with a faultering
Speech, and Eyes half sear'd together, I cry'd, In the Name of Heaven,
who calls? Thy Father, _Miles_: Go Home! Go Home! Go Home! (it said.)
O then I knew, I mean, I thought I knew it was my Father's Voice; and
turning to the Bed-Side, from whence the Sound proceeded, I saw, these
Eyes then open, these very Eyes, at least, my Soul saw my Father, my own
dear Father, lifting up his joined Hands, as if he begg'd me to return
to _England_. I saw him beg it of me.--O Heaven! The Father begs it of
the Son! O obstinate, rebellious, cruel, unnatural, barbarous, inhuman
Son! Why did not I go Home then! Why did I not from that Moment begin my
Journey to _England_? But I hope, e'er long, I shall begin a better.
Here his o'ercharg'd Heart found some little Relief at his Eyes, and
they confess'd his Mother: But he soon resum'd the Man,