In taking my leave of this beautiful vale, I have to express my deep shame, as an Englishman, at beholding the general _extreme poverty_ of those who cause this vale to produce such quantities of food and raiment. This is, I verily believe it, the _worst used labouring people upon the face of the earth_. Dogs and hogs and horses are treated with more civility; and as to food and lodging, how gladly would the labourers change with them! This state of things never can continue many years! _By some means or other_ there must be an end to it; and my firm belief is, that that end will be dreadful. In the meanwhile I see, and I see it with pleasure, that the common people know that they are ill used; and that they cordially, most cordially, hate those who ill-treat them. During the day I crossed the river about fifteen or sixteen times, and in such hot weather it was very pleasant to be so much amongst meadows and water. I had been at Netheravon about eighteen years ago, where I had seen a great quantity of hares. It is a place belonging to Mr. Hicks Beach, or Beech, who was once a member of parliament. I found the place altered a good deal; out of repair; the gates rather rotten; and (a very bad sign!) the roof of the dog-kennel falling in! There is a church, at this village of Netheravon, large enough to hold a thousand or two of people, and the whole parish contains only 350 souls, men, women and children. This Netheravon was formerly a great lordship, and in the parish there were three considerable mansion-houses, besides the one near the church. These mansions are all down now; and it is curious enough to see the former _walled gardens_ become _orchards_, together with other changes, all tending to prove the gradual decay in all except what appertains merely to _the land_ as a thing of production for the distant market. But, indeed, the people and the means of enjoyment must go away. They are _drawn_ away by the taxes and the paper-money. How are _twenty thousand new houses_ to be, all at once, building in the Wen, without people and food and raiment going from this valley towards the Wen? It must be so; and this unnatural, this dilapidating, this ruining and debasing work must go on, until that which produces it be destroyed.