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ymar fjbntyivance , and shuts out heaven from the ^> heart that meditates the ruin , unpeopling the ipwre sp&oe ; daw ^ -d awn ; trhe"victhws i flutter t ( there aare your spoils , count thfcir wound sy phi ok chit thg weapoas of their defence , strip every feather , a « d see a naked wretched biped ,- —then think of Diogenes' definition of a man .
But ; who are you that take all my invective to yourself ?« Oh ! no , it was not meant for you , who only taint the air with sulphurous &moloe to recall the dingy atmosphere of your London ^ and wish that birds would , like your customers , fill your sack for your courtesies of the counter ; your bow and your hawking of your offices a * e of no avail , birds will not come to be killed to make a
cockney ' s supper ; he must apply to the poulterer for a fowl , and despatch it / per coach , with a lie ; and so Tooley-street shall perpetuate the glories of the shooting-jacket . * Vain pretence ! the boy- ^ hoseared the birds from the spring corn was a hero to you ; tho'inoie is the only animal who has an instinctive dread at your
approach , and pursues more intently his dirty ways , feeling that arrival is plodding on the surface . Enough ! Cruickehanky take up your > pencil ; here is sport for you in the uplands ? sketch in a dozen shooting-jackets , and come here ; you will fill them to your heart ' s most jocose desire .
' -But how to spend the holydays in the country ? You would not have us bring the ink-horn , the foolscap , and - <—^ - * 'O , by no means ; here are herbs and trees . ' ( What have I said ? The last new ' Botany / got by rote , is tossed into my ears . ) 'No , no ; no books nor papers in the elm avenue / ' What is to be done ?'
* What to be done ! What part of this province of earth holds you ? Are you westward ? wait a few weeks , you will find the hop-fair at Wayhill ; count the sacks , and calculate the consumption of ale , and see what comes of it . Broad shoulders and bright cheeks , and a hand that never tires between sunrise and the glooming * Go home now , count the miles of your walk , call
foiMthe Cognac to restore your lost powers . But whither goes your sport ? If north , steam it , and you will count a hundred miles ! a day , beside waves and gulls ; and then ports , and the Gaei ^ aad lakes , and O , you would off by the Shrewsbury coach ! Get down , you rascal ! defile not the Vale of Llangollen ; the 1 Welch sharps will be out of tune ; the mountains will grow
wejfcyy and throw their weight from their shoulders . Indeed , In earn advise you no further . Stay at home ; you will have a dtaea new * Tours' on the library table at Christmas , including a leash- from Biscay , with a portrait of Zumalacarreguy , and a * peek * h of Colonel Evans on the first charge . I thought that
would tlo for you . Down with ydur gun!—« oft" to your ledger keaten 4 two pouocb oi gtiajatofcvder and' a dozen ditto > of : patent 3 W 6 U > debtor > ta cash , ; per > oottfnrck > credkor , by . three kwaoo © £ ^ mrtiidgfea ^ &c « - 1 ' ciid iiot think y ^ u would 1 ha / Ve ^ nade hcU £ ) so gtod a ^ bai t gaim < Notr seibyour * nawj 4 dket otf . vehreteen ^ atid > ke » p yt > ur
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SM Tke Fowl o £ September .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1835, page 592, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2649/page/28/
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