CLIMATE, SEASONS, ETC. 



1817. 



August 7. to be succeeded by a sun, which restores all to 

 rights. 



I wondered, at first, why I never saw any barometers 

 in people s houses, as almost eveiy farmer has them 

 in England. But, I soon found, that they would 

 be, if perfectly true, of no use. Early pears ripe. 



8. Fine Rain. It comes pouring down. 



9. Rain still, which has now lasted 60 hours. Killed 

 a lamb, and, in order to keep it fresh, sunk it down 

 into the well. The wind makes the Indian Corn 

 bend. 



10. Fine clear hot day. The grass, which was brown 

 the day before yesterday, is already beautifully green . 

 In one place, where there appeared no signs of 

 vegetation, the grass is two inches high. 



11. No heavy rain at night 



12. Hot and close. 



13. Hot and close. 



14. Hot and close. No breezes these three days. 



15. Very hot indeed. 80 degrees in a North aspect at 

 9 in the evening. Three wet shirts to-day. Obliged 

 to put on a dry shirt to go to bed in. 



1 6. Very hot indeed. 85 degrees ; the thermometer 

 hanging under the Locust trees and swinging about 

 with the breeze. The dews are now like heavy 

 showers. 



17. Fine hot day. Very hot. I fight the Borough- 

 villians, stripped to my shirt, and with nothing on 

 besides, but shoes and trowsers. Never ill ; no 

 head-aches ; no muddled brains. The milk and 

 water is a great cause of this. I live on salads, other 

 garden vegetables, apple-puddings and pies, butter, 

 cheese (very good from Rhode Island), eggs, and 

 bacon. Resolved to have no more fresh meat, till 

 cooler weather comes. Those who have a mind to 

 swallow, or be swallowed by, flies, may eat fresh 

 meat for me. 



18. Fine and hot. 



19. Very hot. 



20. Very hot ; but a breeze every day and night. 

 Buckwheat, sown 23rd July, 9 inches high, and, 

 poor as the ground was, looks very well. 



21. Fine hot day. 



22. Fine hot day. 



23. Fine hot day. I have now got an English woman 

 servant, and she makes us famous apple-puddings. 

 She says she has never read Peter Pindar s account 

 of the dialogue between the King and the Cottage- 



