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to the pure breeze which rustles in the hedgerows — 

 from loitering at the street corner to tillage of the soil. 

 The good men do, we have been told, is oft interred 

 with their bones. But there are exceptions, and the 

 beneficent labours of Freeling and Hill in the distant 

 past may yet enable others, in an early and a golden 

 future, to reap fresh harvests on the Track of a new 

 Mail-coach. 



