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ings of some of your neighbours, into what 

 source are they to dip for the waters of content 

 and good-humour? 



977. It is no " every-day evil" that they have 

 to bear. For an English Farmer, and, more 

 especially, an English Farmer's wife, after 

 crossing the sea and travelling to the Illinois, 

 with the consciousness of having expended a 

 third of their substance, to purchase, as yet, 

 nothing but sufferings ; for such persons to boil 

 their pot in the gipsy-fashion, to have a mere 

 board to eat on, to drink whisky or pure water, 

 to sit and sleep under a shed far inferior to their 

 English cow-pens, to have a mill at twenty 

 miles distance, an apothecary's shop at a hun 

 dred, and a doctor no where: these, my dear 

 Sir, are not, to such people, " every-day evils of 

 * life." You, though in your little " cabin," 

 have your books, you have your name circulat 

 ing in the world, you have it to be given, by and 

 bye, to a city or a county ; and, if you fail of 

 brilliant success, you have still a sufficiency of 

 fortune to secure you a safe retreat. Almost 

 the whole of your neighbours must be destitute 

 of all these sources of comfort, hope, and con 

 solation. As they now are, their change is, and 

 must be, for the worse; and, as to the future, 

 besides the uncertainty attendant, every where, 

 on that which is to come, they ought.. to be ex- 



