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Than they themselves by choice, for wisdom's sake.
See then the quiver broken and decay'd,
Have we not track'd the felon home, and found His birthplace and his dam? The country mourns, Mourns because every plague that can infest Society, and that saps and worms the base Of the edifice that Policy has raised, Swarms in all quarters; meets the eye, the ear, And suffocates the breath at every turn. Profusion breeds them ; and the cause itself Of that calamitous mischief has been found: Found too where most offensive, in the skirts
Of the robed pedagogue! Else let the arraign'd
Self-recollection and reproof. Address to domestic happiness. Some account of myself. TJie vanity of many of their pursuits who are reputed wise. Justification of my censures. Divine illumination necessary to the most expert philosopher. The question, What is truth? answered by other questions. Domestic happiness addressed again. Few lovers of the country. My tame hare. Occupations of a retired gentleman in his garden. Pruning. Framing. Greenhouse. Sowing of flower seeds. The country preferable to the town even in the winter. Reasons why it is deserted at that season. Ruinous effects of gaming, and of expensive improvement. Book concludes with an apostrophe to the metropolis.