40 ROBERT POCOCK. 



child in for that night, he being destitute of money) 

 it was restored to the parents, implement-makers in 

 Shoe Lane, the next day. So much for the kind 

 conduct of Mr. H. Too much cannot be said in praise 

 of milk and water ! 



"Went to the sale of my old acquaintance, Mr. 

 Adams, a bricklayer, who lately died worth some 

 thousands. He left, I hear, two of them to a person 

 no way related, although he had several poor re- 

 lations. No accounting for the unfairness of wills ! 



" How much good would a few thousands have 

 done to a few industrious tradesmen tottering on 

 balances of 50Z. ! I did not find a book of science, or 

 English topography, or cyclopaedia, &c., in his sale, 

 which contained a library of 230 chosen volumes, 

 which fetched a price about equal to 1200 volumes of 

 novels lately disposed of at Mr. Lance's library. 



"The young sparrows pick and spoil my black 

 cluster grapes, but not my white sweet-water. 

 Counted my bunches, and found I had 404. 



" Pound this year, as I have before noticed, that the 

 tenderest, sweetest, and best grapes are those covered 

 with leaves. A gentleman some time since asked 

 the reason of withered bunches. I think it arises 

 from the lateral branch being shortened. Worth 

 trying the experiment next year on different laterals. 

 This day my sister died. 



" Wednesday, September 11 th. Fine sunshine morning 

 and day. A small air from the north. Observed the 

 moon plainly at nine in the morning, whilst the sun 

 was very bright. Guessed it would be with the sun 

 in four days' time, so that the sun, moon, and comet 

 will be nearly on a meridian line. 



