them at cards and sleep; which are much lighter than spades, sledges and crows. Their maxim is,
Eat like a Turk,
Sleep like a dormouse;
Be last at work,
At victuals foremost.
Which is all at present, hoping you and your good family are well, as we are all at this present writing, &c.
Robin has just carried out a load of bread and cold meat for breakfast; this is their way; but now a cloud hangs over them, for fear it should hold up, and the clouds blow off.
I write on till Molly comes in for the letter. O, what a draggletail will she be before she gets to Dublin! I wish she may not happen to fall upon her back by the way.
I affirm against Aristotle, that cold and rain congregate homogenes, for they gather together you and your crew, at whist, punch, and claret. Happy weather for Mrs. Maul, Betty, and Stopford, and all true lovers of cards and laziness.
The Blessings of a Country Life.
Far from our debtors,
No Dublin letters,
Not seen by our betters.
The Plagues of a Country Life.
A companion with news,
A great want of shoes;
Eat lean meat, or choose;
Our
