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March 10. and upright men ; and I verily believe, that all those 

 charges of hypocrisy and craft, that we hear against 

 Quakers, arise from a feeling of envy : envy inspired 

 by seeing them possessed of such abundance of all 

 those things, which are the fair fruits of care, in 

 dustry, economy, sobriety, and order, and which are 

 justly forbidden to the drunkard, the glutton, the 

 prodigal, and the lazy. As the day of my coming 

 to Mr. TOWNSHEND S had been announced before 

 hand, several of the young men, who were babies 

 when I used to be there formerly, came to see 

 &quot; BILLY COBBETT,&quot; of whom they had heard and 

 read so much. When I saw them and heard them, 

 &quot; What a contrast,&quot; said I to myself, &quot; with the 

 &quot; senseless, gaudy, upstart, hectoring, insolent, and 

 &quot; cruel Yeomanry Cavalry in England, who, while 

 &quot; they grind their labourers into the revolt of starva- 

 &quot; tion, gallantly sally forth with their sabres, to 

 &quot; chop them down at the command of a Secretary 

 &quot; of State ; and, who, the next moment, creep and 

 &quot; fawn like spaniels before their Boroughmonger 

 &quot; Landlords ! &quot; At Mr. TOWNSHEND S I saw a 

 man, in his service, lately from YORKSHIRE, but an 

 Irishman by birth. Fie wished to have an oppor 

 tunity to see me. He had read many of my &quot; little 

 books.&quot; I shook him by the hand, told him he had 

 now got a good house over his head and a kind 

 employer, and advised him not to move for one year , 

 and to save his wages during that year. 

 ii. Same open weather. I am now at Trenton, in New 

 Jersey, waiting for something to carry me on towards 

 New York. Yesterday, Mr. TOWNSHEND sent me 

 on, under an escort of Quakers, to Mr. ANTHONY 

 TAYLOR S. He was formerly a merchant in Phila 

 delphia, and now lives in his very pretty country- 

 house, on a very beautiful farm. He has some as 

 fine and fat oxen as w r e generally see at Smithfield 

 market in London. I think they will weight sixty 

 score each. Fine farm yard. Everything belonging 

 to the farm good, but what a neglectful gardener ! 

 Saw some white thorns here (brought from England) 

 which, if I had wanted any proof, would have clearly 

 proved to me, that they would, with less care, make 

 as good hedges here as they do at Farnham in Surrey. 

 But, in another PART, I shall give full information 

 upon this head. Here my escort quitted me ; but, 

 luckily, Mr. NEWBOLD, who lives about ten miles 

 nearer Trenton than Mr. Taylor does, brought me 



