

LETTER LXVII. 



Collon, Oct. 14, 1813. 



? V E arrived here this morning to breakfast ; 

 and though our distance from Drogheda is but 

 six miles, yet as we have been ascending during 

 the greater part of the way, we perceive our 

 elevation to be considerably above the level of 

 the sea. 



The soil has altered greatly for the worse : 

 nothing can be more ungenial to tillage 

 than the ground occupied by Mr. Foster, 

 whose farm is the only one I ever saw that 

 could put me in good humour with my own : 

 the surface of it is a meagre white clay, suf- 

 fering equally from wet or dry weather. A 

 propitious season for the cultivation of such 

 land but seldom occurs. 



It is very unfortunate that Mr. Foster should 

 have had so unimprovable a subject on which 

 to operate, as, with his knowledge and inde- 

 fatigable exertions, he could not Jbave failed 



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