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^RT* 111.}' MORRIS BIRKBECK, ESQ. 



From these feelings I was happily relieved by 

 the Journal of our friend HULME, who informs 

 the world, and our countrymen in particular, 

 that you had not, in July last, any Corn at all 

 groiving ! 



1014. Thus it is to reckon one's chickens be 

 fore they are hatched : and thus the Transalle- 

 ganian dream vanishes. You have been de 

 ceived. A warm heart, a lively imagination, 

 and I know not what caprice about republi 

 canism, have led you into sanguine expectations 

 and wrong conclusions. Come, now ! Confess 

 it like yourself; that is, like a man of sense and 

 spirit: like an honest and fair-dealing John 

 Bull. To err belongs to all men, great as well 

 as little ; but, to be ashamed to confess error, 

 belongs only to the latter. 



1015. Great as is my confidence in your can- 

 dtuir, I can, however, hardly hope wholly to 

 escape your anger for having so decidedly con 

 demned your publications ; but, I do hope, that 

 you will not be so unjust as to impute my con 

 duct to any base self-interested motive. I have 

 nd private interest, [ can have no such interest 

 in endeavouring to check the mad torrent to 

 wards the West. I own nothing in these States, 

 and never shall ; and whether English Farmers 

 pufcn on into misery and ruin, or stop herein 

 happiness and prosperity, to irie ? as far as private 



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