444 -^^y ^'^ ^-'^ ^^^^ °f Bedford, Not. 



prejudicial, may, in fome flight degree, aft as a manure. I have 

 praclifed the method of pickling now defcribed for more than 

 twenty years, and never iuffered injury from fmut. Once, and 

 once only in that time, during my ablence from home, and when 

 my regular feedfman was indifpofed, the procefs was left to an 

 inexperienced hand ; and I was a material lufPerer, by his apply- 

 ing the lime without Hacking it fufhciently. I am yours, &c. 

 Norfolky 1804. T. W. 



Sir, 



I believe that the infcrtion of poetical articles forms no part of 

 your plan ; yet I hope a deviation from it, in favour of the en- 

 clofed Elegy, will not be unacceptable to the majority of your 

 readers. The Elegy now fent you was written fliortly after the na- 

 tion loft that eminent agriculturiil, the Duke of BEDfiORD, and 

 originally circulated among the members of a private Society, 

 who confidered themfclves as greatly benefited by his noble exer- 

 tions. From a member of that Society I received a copy of the 

 tlegy, and was permitted to requeft its iniertion in your valuable 

 Magazine. I am yours, 



A Friend to Agriculture. 



j^n El£g\j facred to the Memcry cf the Mojl Nchle Francis 

 RussEL, Duke of Bedford, -^t. 



What founds of woe from Wcburn groves refound ! 



What plaintive murmuvings fill the rural plains 1 

 Why hangs yon gloom Aagujlas towers around ? 



Why pours Britafinia fad the forrowing ftrainsP 



Her much-lov'd Lord fweet Wokuvi fad bewails, 

 Their Patron gone, the fylvan meads deplore ; 



in mournful gloom her woes Au^iifla veils, 

 BriiaJiTiia weeps that Bedford- is no more ! 



Ah ! Bedford gone ! — who can the tear red rain ? 



What bofom bleeds not at his early doom ? 

 Oh ! virtue, grandeur, cxcelltnce, how vain ! 



Nought can avert tlie triuLnpIis of the tomb I 



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