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and I have some broccoli too, just coming on for 

 use. HoTi) I have got this broccoli I must explain 

 in my Gardener''s Guide ; for write one I must. 

 I never can leave this country without an attempt 

 to make every farmer a gardener. — In the meat 

 way, we have beef, mutton, bacon, fowls, a calf 

 to kill in a fortnight's time, sucking pigs when we 

 choose, lamb nearly fit to kill ; and all of our own 

 breeding or our own feeding. We kill an ox, 

 send three quarters and the hide to market and 

 keep one quarter. Then a sheep, which we dis- 

 pose of in the same way. The bacon is always 

 ready. Some fowls always fatting. Young ducks 

 are just coming out to meet the green peas. — 

 Chickens (the earliest) as big as American Par- 

 tridges (misnamed quails), and ready for the aspa- 

 ragus, which is just coming out of the ground. 

 Eggs at all times more than we can consume. 

 And, if there be any one, who wants better fare 

 than this, let the grumbling glutton come to that 

 poverty, which Solomon has said shall be his lot. 

 And, the great thing of all, is, that here, evcrTj man, 

 even every labourer, may live as well as this, if 

 he will be sober and industrious. 



22. There are too things, which I have not yet 

 mentioned, and which are almost wholly wanting 

 here, while they are so amply enjoyed in England. 

 The siiiging birds and the Jlozsrcrs. Here are ma- 

 ny birds in summer, and some of very beautiful 

 plumage. There are some wild flowers, and some 

 English flowers in the best gardens. But, gene- 

 rally speaking, they are birds without song, and 

 flowers without smell. The linnet (more than a 

 thousand of which I have heard warbling upon one 

 scrubbed oak on the sand hills in Surrey), the sky- 

 lark, the gold-Jinch, the ~jcood-lark, the nightingcde^ 

 the bull-Jlnch, the black-bird, the thrush, and all 

 the rest of the singing tribe are wanting in these 

 beautiful woods and orchards of garlands. When 



