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My two favourite Elm trees at the back of the hut are
condemned to dye - it shocks me to relate it but tis true - the savage who
owns them thinks they have done their best & now he wants to make use of the
benefits he can get from selling them - O was this country Egypt & was I but
a caliph the owner should loose his ears for his arragant presumption & the
first wretch that buried his axe in their roots should hang on their
branches as a terror to the rest - I have been several mornings to bid them
farewell - had I £100 to spare I woud buy their reprieves - but they must
dye . . . was People all to feel & think as I do the world coud not be
carried on - a green woud not be ploughd a tree or bush would not be cut for
firing or furniture & every thing they found when boys would remain in that
state till they dyd - this is my indisposition & you will laugh at it. To return to the features
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