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come in; and then the hogs feed on them. 

 Thus the year is brought round. 



230. But, what pleases me most, as to the 

 Swedish Turnips, is, that several of my neigh 

 bours have tried the culture, and have far sur 

 passed me in it this year. Their land is better 

 than mine, and they have had no Borough-vil 

 lains and Bank-villains to fight against. Since 

 my Turnips were sown, I have written great 

 part of a Grammar and have sent twenty Re 

 gisters to England, besides writing letters 

 amounting to a reasonable volume in bulk ; the 

 whole of which has made an average of nine pages 

 of common print a day, Sundays included. And, 

 besides this, I have been twelve days from home, 

 on business, and about jive on visits. Now, 

 whatever may have been the quality of the writ 

 ings ; whether they demanded mind or not, is no 

 matter: they demanded time for the fingers to 

 move in, and yet, I have not written a hundred 

 pages by candle-light. A man knows not what 

 he can do 'till he tries. But, then, mind, I have 

 always been up with the cocks and hens; and 

 I have drunk nothing but milk and water. It 

 is a saying, that " wine inspires wit? and that 

 " in wine there is truth." These sayings are 

 the apologies of drinkers. Every thing that 

 produces intoxication, though in but the slight 

 est degree, is injurious to the mind; whether it 



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