On TEMPERANCE, 
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LETTER XIX. 
To the fame * 
M A D A M, 
T O return to our journey. The inn at widgate was not 
of the moil elegant kind, but fuch is our happinefs in 
this fertile ifland, it ever fecures us againfl the terrors of hunger, 
tho’ we cannot always enjoy a luxurious fuperfluity. I need, 
not remind you of the fimplicity of our food, nor the modera- 
tion of our meals. The philofopher complimented his friend, 
who entertained him the evening before at a fimple repaft, and 
thank’d him, that he had poflefled his foul in tranquillity fince 
that time, free from the dreadful effeds of intemperance. 1 
have heard it remarked, that the longefl: livers have generally 
had good appetites, and the reafon is plain. But how many die 
early by indulging their appetite, in eating’ and drinking too 
much, or of improper kinds ? Flow many hurt the faculties of 
the mind ? In a word, how many live and die miferably, when, 
by the power of temperance and moderation, they might enjoy 
-a continual feaft in life, and death ? 
Leaving widgate, we travelled over delicious downs, about 
twelve miles to the village gunville, which leads to eastbury, 
the feat of Mr. doddington : it is a very large {lately manlion, 
built of freeflone : the area before the houfe is covered with 
two wings, which form the offices for the fervants. The entrance 
is by a flight of fteps near twelve feet high, into a grand por- 
tico fupported by columns of near fifty feet \ through which 
you enter into a very {lately faloon highly decorated. Here arc 
I 2 many 
