14 AN AMERICAN FARMER IN ENGLAND. 



IV. 



&quot; A Friend so true, 

 There is but few, 

 And difficult to find ; 

 A man more just, 

 And true to trust, 

 There is not left behind.&quot; 



V. 



&quot; You that are young, behold and see 

 How quickly death hath conquered me, 

 His fatal shaft it was so strong, 

 And cut me off while I was young, 

 But God above, He knew for why, 

 That in my youth I was to die.&quot; 



The following, or something like it, is to be found in almost 

 every churchyard in England, often several times repeated. 



VI. 



&quot; Affliction s sore 

 Long time I bore, 

 Physicians aid was vain; 

 Till God did please 

 To give me ease, 

 And free me from my pain.&quot; 



On the other side of the churchyard were two long rows of 

 cottages built closely together, and the street between them 

 only nine feet wide. 



After ordering supper, we were shown into a little room 

 where there was a fire and newspapers, and two men sitting. 

 One of them was a young, well-dressed farmer, stupid and 

 boozy ; the other, a travelling mercantile agent, very wide 

 awake ; both drinking hot slings. The latter almost imme 

 diately opened conversation, first asking us to join them at 

 their tipple, which we declined. 



&quot; Did you notice the white nag in the stables, gents ?&quot; 



