PART III.] MORRIS BIRKBECK, ESQ. 537 



loaded and pressed down as they are by the 

 inexorable hand of the Borough-villains. I 

 offered you a letter (which, I believe, I sent 

 you), to my friends the PAULS* " But," said I, 

 " you want no letter. Go into Philadelphia, 

 " or Bucks, or Chester, or Montgomery Coun- 

 " ty ; tell any of the Quakers, or any body 

 *" else, that you are an English Farmer, come 

 " to settle amongst them ; and, I'll engage that 

 *' you will instantly have friends and neigh- 

 " bours as good and as cordial as those that 

 " you leave in England." 



088. At this very moment, if this plan had 

 been pursued, you would have had a beautiful 

 farm of two or three hundred acres. Fine 

 stock upon it feeding on Swedish Turnips, 

 A house overflowing with abundance ; comfort, 

 ease, and, if you chose, elegance, would hare 

 been your inmates ; libraries, public and private 

 within your reach ; and a communication with 

 England much more quick and regular than 

 that which you now have even with Pittsburgh. 



989. You say, that " Philadelphians know 

 " nothing of the Western Countries." Suffer 

 me, then, to say, that you know nothing of 

 the Atlantic States, which, indeed, is the only 

 apology for your saying, that the American* 

 have no mutton fit to eat, and regard it only as* 

 & thing fit for dogs. In this island every farmer 



