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its infective process in the last, of our nineteenth 

 century. It knocked that gentle knock at the door 

 that ended a former chapter of our chronicle ; and it 

 was ushered in, (as what plague is not ?) in the most 

 pleasing and attractive form imaginable. 



A very young-looking little personage, very smartly 

 dressed, having sat himself down, and got pretty well 

 at ease in the course of a preliminary announcement 

 that he had ridden over thus early in consequence of 

 a visit to Messrs. Penn and Debbitt on the previous 

 day j without giving much occasion of reply, pro- 

 ceeded to deliver himself of a little harangue of which 

 the world at large having already been delayed the 

 benefit, some ten or fifteen years, must now content 

 itself with an abstract. 



It appeared from this discourse that Agriculture 

 was a most interesting hart but quite in its ^infancy 

 quite entirely so. The farmers were a very higno- 

 rant class, and knew nothing whatever about it 

 nothing what-hever. The land did not produce enough 

 by arf not a quarter what it nought to deu. Summer 

 fallering was a shocking waste of time and expense : 

 a pair of 'orses were enough to plough the stiffest 

 land to any depth. Farm-yard dung was good for 

 nothing. Go-anner was the thing ; and the four- 



