North the "enlightened" people eat _sowens_, _burgoo_, _porridge_, and _potatoes_: that is to say, _oatmeal and water_, or the root of _extreme unction_. If this be the effect of their _light_, give me the _darkness_ "o' th a Sooth." This is according to what I have heard. If, when I go to the North, I find the labourers _eating more meat_ than those of the "Sooth," I shall then say that "enlightening" is a very good thing; but give me none of that "light," or of that "grace," which makes a man content with oatmeal and water, or that makes him patiently lie down and die of starvation amidst abundance of food. The _Morning Chronicle_ hears the labourers crying out in Sussex. They are right to cry out in time. When they are actually brought down to the extreme unction it is useless to cry out. And next to the extreme unction is the _porridge_ of the "enlightened" slaves who toil in the factories for the Lords of the Loom. Talk of _vassals_! Talk of _villains_! Talk of _serfs_! Are there any of these, or did feudal times ever see any of them, so debased, so absolutely slaves, as the poor creatures who, in the "enlightened" North, are compelled to work fourteen hours in a day, in a heat of eighty-four degrees; and who are liable to punishment for looking out at a window of the factory! This is really a soaking day, thus far. I got here at nine o'clock. I stripped off my coat, and put it by the kitchen fire. In a parlour just eight feet square I have another fire, and have dried my shirt on my back. We shall see what this does for a hooping-cough. The clouds fly so low as to be seen passing by the sides of even little hills on these downs. The Devil is said to be busy in a _high_ wind; but he really appears to be busy now in this South West wind. The Quakers will, next market day, at Mark Lane, be as busy as he. They and the Ministers and St. Swithin and Devil all seem to be of a mind.