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s. These Tourists, Heaven preserve us! needs
A profitable life : some glance along,
* This Poem was intended to be the concluding poem of a series of pastorals, the scene of which was laid among the mountains of Cumberland and Westmoreland. I mention this to apologize for the abruptness with which the poem begins.
But, for that moping Son of Idleness,
Of carded wool which the old man had piled
'Twas one well known to him in former days,