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the bogs would baffle our horses, did not a coun- 

 termarch towards our native country sweeten 

 the toil. So our delicious fragrancies, were they 

 stuck in these northern fields, would certainly 

 perfume them. 



Theoph. You have eminent thoughts of home ; 

 but how will it happen to us here, coming so 

 unexpectedly upon our landlord ? 



Arn. Trouble not yourself with that affair, 

 for he is never unprovided of good entertain- 

 ment. 



Tlieoph. Nor I of an appetite, for my stomach 

 stands sentinel. 



Arn. So does mine, to encounter good com- 

 mons. 



The&ph. How vainly do we flatter our selves, 

 that in these solitary fields, immur'd with moun- 

 tains and besieg'd with bogs, where heath and 

 haddir are the height of our horses, there to ex- 

 pect moor-fowl and manchet inseparable compa- 

 nions ? No no, let a dish of sewins serve us for 

 supper, rather than dream of a delicious regalia ; 

 and instead of an olio, a broil'd haddock ; or it 

 may be a Scots collop, if we can get it. But I'le 

 welcome any thing that comes seasonably to 

 thaw the icicles that flatten the edg of my appe- 

 tite ; so that now if only to find the people cour- 

 teous, tho not over-curious, and their pantries 

 provided with meat, tho themselves be destitute 



