Lavengro by George Borrow

From the wild scenes which I have attempted to describe in the latter pages I must now transport the reader to others of a widely different character. He must suppose himself no longer in Ireland, but in the eastern corner of merry England. Bogs, ruins and mountains have disappeared amidst the vapours of the west: I have nothing more to say of them; the region in which we are now is not famous for objects of that kind; perhaps it flatters itself that it can produce fairer and better things, of some of which let me speak; there is a fine old city [72] before us, and first of that let me speak.

[72]: Old city: Norwich. The regiment having returned to headquarters, 11th May, 1816, was mustered out 17th June. The author describes the city from the "ruined wall" of the old Priory on the hill to the east. -- Knapp ↩︎