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| Photo by Louise Aucott |
Our brilliant young men might do worse,
when in search of a subject, than devote a year or two to cows in literature,
snow in literature, the daisy in Chaucer and in Coventry Patmore. At any rate, the snow falls heavily. The Portsmouth mail-coach has already lost
its way; several ships have foundered, and Margate pier has been totally
destroyed. At Hatfield Peveral twenty
sheep have been buried, and though one supports itself by gnawing wurzels which
it has found near it, there is grave reason to fear that the French king's coach has been blocked on the road to
Colchester. It is now the 16th of February 1808.
"Miss Mitford" (CR 185; E3 219)
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