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of ears which they had, in their haste, trampled 

 under foot! What a mortification! Half an 

 acre of fine cabbages nearly destroyed by the 

 biting a hole in the hearts of a great part of 

 them; turnips torn up and trampled about; a 

 scene of destruction and waste, which, at ano 

 ther time, would have made me stamp and 

 rave (if not swear) like a mad-man, seemed 

 now nothing at all. The Corn was such a 

 blow, that nothing else was felt. I was, too, 

 both hand-tied and tongue-tied. I had nothing 

 to wreak my vengeance on. In the case of the 

 Boroughmongers I can repay blow with blow, 

 and, as they have already felt, with interest 

 and compound interest. But, there was no 

 human being that I could blame; and, as to 

 the depredators themselves, though in this in 

 stance, their conduct did seem worthy of ano 

 ther being, whom priests have chosen to furnish 

 with horns as well as tail, what was I to do 

 against them? In short, I had, for once in my 

 life, to submit peaceably and quietly, and to 

 content myself with a firm resolution never to 

 plant, or sow, again without the protection of 

 a fence, which an ox cannot get over and 

 which a pig cannot go under. 



220. This Corn had every disadvantage to 

 contend with : poor land ; no manure but earth* 

 ashes burnt out of that same land; planted in 



