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conversation is among beasts, and his talons none of the shortest; only he eats not grass, because he loves not sallads. His hand guides the plough, and the plough his thoughts; and his ditch and land-mark is the very mound of his meditations. He expostulates with his oxen very understandingly, and speaks gee and ree better than English. His mind is not much distracted with objects; but if a good fat cow come in his way, he stands dumb and astonished; and though his haste be never so great, will fix here half an hour's contemplation. His habitation is some poor thatched roof, distinguished from his barn by the loop-holes that let out the smoak; which the rain had long since washed through, but for the double ceiling of bacon on the inside, which has hung there from his grandfather's time, and is yet to make rashers for posterity. His dinner is his other work, for he sweats at it as much as at his labour. He is a terrible fastner upon a piece of beef, and you may hope to stave the guard off sooner. His religion is a part of his copyhold, which he takes from his landlord, and refers it wholly to his discretion; yet if he give him leave, he is a good Christian to his powers, (that is,) comes to church in his best cloathes, and sits there with his neighbours, where he is capable only of two prayers, for rain, and fair weather. He apprehends God's good only in a good year, or fat pasture, and never praises him but on good ground. Sunday he esteems a day to make merry in, and thinks a bagpipe as essential to it as evening prayer; where he walks very solemnly after service with his hands coupled behind him, and censures the dancing of his parish. His compliment with his neighbour is a good thump on the back, and his salutation commonly some blunt curse. He thinks nothing to be vices but pride and ill husbandry, from which he will gravely dissuade the youth, and has some thrifty hobnail proverb to clout his discourse. He is a niggard all the week, except only market-day; where, if his corn sell well, he thinks he may be drunk with a good conscience. His feet never slink so unbecomingly as when he trots after a lawyer in Westminster-Hall, and even cleaves the ground with hard scraping in beseeching his Worship to take his money. He is sensible of no calamity but the burning of a stack of corn, or the overflowing of a meadow; and thinks Noah's flood the greatest plague that ever was, not because it drowned the world, but spoiled the grass. For death he is never troubled; and if he get in but his harvest before, let it come when it will, he cares not."
Notwithstanding the justice of this merry account, I must beg leave to say a few words in behalf of the Manners of my countrymen.
Few possess more native genius, or more intrinsic worth and honesty; among the most unpolished of them are men of very considerable learning; I mean men who are tolerable proficient of the classics, and who are more than tolerable mathematicians; even among the poor artificers, such as tailors and shoemakers, may be found some tolerable poets. Some have made no inconsiderable figure in life: Mr Hoggarth, Mr A. Walker, Mr Sowerby, and many others, might be brought as examples. But this we need not wonder at: temperance will ever insure a clearness of the understanding, and solitude has in all ages been considered as the parent of contemplation.
We will return down the water, where the first remarkable place that offers itself is Hallin-Hagg, a considerable grove, (belonging to Williams Hassel, Esq;) which grows upon an almost bare rock: at the bottom of this is Kailpot Cragg, which we mentioned before, and which is worth the notice of the curious.
  Howtown
Next sail into How-Town Bay, commonly called How-Town Wike, or Wich. From this place is a beautiful view of the hills at the foot of the Lake. Dun-Mallard is in front, and the black brow of Penrith beacon shoots away behind it in a truly picturesque manner.
At How-Town was born James Brown, who, being obliged to fly his country for deer stealing, entered the army under Cromwell, and was by him soon advanced to
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