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A domestic occurrence, very much unexpected 

 and very unpleasant, has made my heart ache and 

 my hand tremble ; but they are used to it, and both 

 should by this time know better. It would be a 

 prettiness, though very true, to say that while either 

 are in existence it is a pleasure to say how much 

 I am, dear Sir, 



Your obliged Servant, 



Charlotte Smith. 



From Mr. Voght. 



My dear Sir, Flotbcck, Aug. 11, 1798. 



It is a charming description you make of Hafod 

 and its owner. I know of nothing that strikes me 

 more, and awakens more pleasant feelings in my 

 mind, than thinking of natural beauties enjoyed by 

 active benevolence. Such a good man as your friend 

 ought not to want good wine ; and he shall not if I 

 can help it. As to the yellow turnip, I know what 

 you mean ; it is the teller turnip, cultivated in the 

 driest sands of the Mark Brandenburgh. It will not 

 succeed unless you have such sands. As for the 

 turnip itself, you may along with the hock get a 

 barrel of them. 



I have a great respect for a man who has planted 

 697,000 trees in one year. On the continent plant- 

 ing on a large scale is perfectly unknown, nor are 

 there any nurseries for that purpose. 



Among many future improvements of agriculture 

 in general to which I was so fortunate as to lay the 



