1822.] 
door, and shot pheasants as they sat 
on the peach-trees: they seldom fly, 
unless they are closely pursued. Last 
year, at the lowest computation, we 
hada hundred bushels of peaches, and 
full half that quantity of apples and 
cherries lying on the ground. It is 
very common here for people to go 
into a neighbour’s orchard, and select 
what they have a mind for; which 
would be thought strange conduct in 
England.—<Adieu. 
LETTER III. : 
Dear Brother,—You tell me you 
have heard so many different accounts 
of America, that you do not know 
what to make of them: but by whom 
were these accounts propagated? They 
are not the reports of persons acquaint- 
ed with this country. Many have 
come here, to my knowledge, quite 
hot and full of declamation against 
England; but, in a few days, after be- 
‘ing disappointed in not finding this a 
land literally flowing with milk and 
honey, so as to live without labour, 
they have exclaimed against America 
as bitterly as they did against their 
own couniry before, and of course re- 
turned home. Hence many ships 
have taken the same people back 
again. The reports these persons 
make they themselves do not believe : 
they well know that mechanics of 
every description are better paid for 
their labour here than in England; 
consequently, masters of factories in 
England and others are interested in 
“ writing bitter things” against Ame- 
rica. 
Whatever accounts you may have 
read or heard of America, if they differ 
from mine, believe them not; for you 
‘may rest assured, I would not mislead 
you. Itis from the best motives that 
‘I persuade you to come here: if I was 
to hide from you any truth of import- 
ance, my heart would always reproach 
me. I wish to lighten your cares: it 
is now time that you should attend to 
your own interest. How great will 
be your misfortune should you remain 
at Haddingham upon a losing farming 
concern, and suffer poverty, weakness, 
and old age, to creep upon you, when 
it is now in your power to render 
yourself and family comfortable. You 
may flatter yourself that England will 
in time become prosperous, that ‘trade 
and commerce will revive; but, if it 
should be so, this will be but tempo- 
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rary: she will be found to be like the 
wounded deer, just escaped from the 
hunter, with the tormenting ball in 
its side. Irecollect Cowper says— 
England, with all thy faults, I love thee 
still. 
But who can say, “‘ England, with all 
thy burthens, &c.” 
If you come here, do not imagine 
that yon can pick up dollars like dig- 
ging up turf. Land, I have said, is 
cheap ; but you must cultivate it your- 
self, as it would be folly to expect to 
hire labourers in this country to do it 
for you. People here are too inde- 
pendent of each other to stand in need 
of labouring for hire. Most of my 
neighbours have land, and grow nearly 
every thing they want. Several per- 
sons, lately from England, with small 
sums have purchased property to 
great advantage, and others again 
have suffered from being too hasty. 
Dear brother, adieu! 
J. Hawyes. 
— 
To the Editor of the Monthly Magazine. 
SIR, 
OPE’s “Nymph of the Grot” 
bears so striking a resemblance 
to the delicacy of thonght expressed in 
the following lines, that one is almost 
tempted to suspect him of plagiarism; 
but it would be ungenerous to accuse 
him after such a lapse of time, espe- 
cially as the man, being no longer in 
existence, cannot rebut the charge. 
Ad imaginem Nymphe dormientis— 
Hujus Nympha loci sacri custodia fontis 
Dormio, dum blande sentio murmur 
aque ; 
Parce metim, quisquis tangis cavis mur- 
mura, somipum - 
Rumpere, sive bibas, sive lavére, tace. 
This was formerly in the Villa Julia at 
Rome, and is copied from the ‘* Vario- 
rum in Europa itinirum deliciz, editio 
secund. 1599,” by Nathan Chytrzus; 
the book is very scarce. 
If the above and the subjoined are 
deemed worthy of admission into 
your amusing and instructive Miscel- 
lany, I may extract some others from 
the same work, at a future time, not 
less interesting. 
At Heidelberg, in the Theological 
School, is the following epitaph :— 
Hans von Laudebach ist mein nam 
Die ersten bucher druckt ich zu Rom, 
Bitt vor mein zeel, Gott gibt dirlon, 
Starb 1514 auf Sanet Steffan. 
Ut Supra, p. 307. 
Tn 
