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my orchard on this side I'll make my sum-
mer house, on that my hot beds, round that
angle we'll run up the stables; yonder III dig
my icehouse -whew! how all those hlthy
huts and novels stand blocking up my view.
No matter I'll even take them off Squire
Bumpkin's hands at once, then-every one
shall come down"


"Consider your worship" observed the
steward, "consider, sir. what can these poor
peasants so hard at work, or their wives, DO
without cottages?"


"Do! Faith, let them do as well as they
can; It's no concern Of mine. And, hark ye,
friend, do you see that village mill, which
makes such internal clack? Do you see, !
say, how its wheel obstructs the stream which
waters my grounds? Come, no words I! that
shall 60 too" :,


Dear, your honor, consider, where shall
the neighbors get their corn ground I"


"Fiddle faddle, man Let them grind 1t
where they can; but not near my house"


So sagey speculated old Grubs; and ne came
home pleased with the project Of his BRAIN
He supped heartily, he took his ale, and he
cracked his jokes; he smoked out his two
pipes of best Virginia, and he went to bed A
fit Of apoplexy came on suddenly in the night
and he never more woke.


The cots, therefore, and the village mill,
continue as they were; and the peasantry live
on as they were wont; while old Grubs, who
was worth at least half million, rots in the
village church yard, and is forgotten upon
Change.