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hkrcaUistGA hip * net long $ i ** ce . it yum difficult { Jy > HM * k < 3 &g » cwojj ^ ct ^ Ji £ % ^^ Mpu $ 4 t ^ io | r one lipw » c be told him the same story fow fcijpes over . Is this life ?—with lgb ' jring
step To trea 4 our former foot&fceps ! pacs the round Eternal ?« rtq beat ajid beat The beaten trevck— 'to see what w « have
seen—To taste the tasted- ^ o er our palates to decant Another vintage ? It is , at most , but the life of a cabbage , surely not worth a wish . When all our faculties have left , or are
leaving us , © ne by one , sight , hearing-, memory , every avenue of pleasing sensation is closed , and athumy , debility and malaise left ki their places , when the friends of ouf youth are all gone , aed a generation is risen around us whom we know not , is death an evil ?
When oae by * me ou * U § s are torn , Aud friend from friend is SQatch' 4 ; £ >*> lor ** ; When inan is left aloixe to moufn , Oh ! tbon ^ how sw < se £ it U to me ' When trembling limbs refuse their weight , And films alow irath'ring dim the sight :
When clouds obscure the mental light , 'Tip nature ' s kindest boon to die ! I really think so . \ have ever dreaded u doting old age ; and my health lias been , * gejieratly , so good , aud ia now so good ! , that I dread it still . The rapid decline of my strength 4
uringf the last winter has made me hope sometimes that I see land . During summer T enjoy its temperature , but I *> buflc |^ r a $ tfes approach of winter , and wish I could sleep through it with thie dormouse , and only wake with him in suFin # , if ev < er . Tlifcy 4 ay
that Starke couW walk about uis room . I am told you v ^ alk well and firmly . J can onl y reach my garden , and that with sensible fatigue . I ride , Uowever , daily ; but reading fc my delight . I should wiaji » ever to put
pen tq paper ; and the more , because of the treacherous practice some people have , of publishing one ' s ktters witliout leave . Lord Mansfield < leclareil it , a breach of truat , ami puni ^ h ^ ble at law . I tlxuik it fcbould he a penitttntijary felony ; yjct you v&U
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jgH $ $ em ik& W > t \ ^ h aw 4 mm m& Q uti ^ iQ th ^ ^ ia < £ the nwspape * , Altboiigh I % &m : 3 * ¥ * * po 1 ^ for W * tp friu&te m tfce wtaour # f youth , yet my indignation would not . permit me p ^ s ^ vcjly to receive the kick of an ass .
To turn to the news of the day , it seems tliat the cannibals of Europe are ffo ' mg tp eating oae another again . A war between Russia and Turkey is like the battle of the kite and snake ; whieh « ver destroys the ether , leaves a destroyer the less for the world .
This pugnacious humour of nrankiad seems to be the law of his nature , one of the obstacles to too great multipliieatioh provided in the mechanism of { lie ui ^ iyerse - The cocks of the bentyard kill one another ; beajrs , bulls ^ rams-, do Ihe same ; and the horse , in
his wild state , kills all the young males , until : worn down with age and war , some vigorous youth kills him . *« # . «* I hope we shall prove how rnadh hazier for nyxn the Quaker policy is , and that the life of the feeder k batter than that of the neater : an ^ it is &oiiie ( Consolation thai die
desolalioa by these maniacs of one part *> £ the earth , is the means of iniproving it int other parts . Let &he latter be our office ; and let us x ^ ilk the cow , while the Russian holds her by the horns , and the Turk by the tail . —»< iod bless you and giv « you health , strength , good spirits , and as much of life as you think worth having * THOs . JEFFERSON .
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49 Letters hetw&w J&r . J $ fer * QHJmd Mr . Adams . - *
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Mr . ADAMS' REPLY . Montezilto , June \ 1 , 1822 . Dear Sir , Half an hour ago 1 received , and this moment have heard read for tUe third or fourth ( one , this , best letter that ever was written by an Octogenarian , dated June let .
? ? m * m I have Jiot spraiued my wrist ; but both my » Fin » and hatids axe eo ov ^ rstrained t ] iat J cannot write a line . Poor Starke reixneiiJi / ened nothing add could talk of nothing but the battle of
Bennington . ***** U : 0 *> t quite so reduced . I cannot mount my horse , but I can walk three miles over a rugged rocky mouxrtBin , and h ^ vedout : it within a month . ; y « t I foei wi ^ en sitting in my chair as if I could not
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Jan. 2, 1823, page 40, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1780/page/40/
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