will see them all, even the firs, lean from the sea breeze, except the ash. You will see the oak _shaved up_ on the side of the breeze. But the ash stands upright, as if in a warm woody dell. We have no tree that attains a greater height than the ash; and certainly none that equals it in beauty of leaf. It bears pruning better than any other tree. Its timber is one of the most useful; and as underwood and fire-wood it far exceeds all others of English growth. From the trees of an avenue like that of Lord Hardwicke a hundred pounds worth of fuel might, if the trees were ash, be cut every year in prunings necessary to preserve the health and beauty of the trees. Yet, on this same land, has his lordship planted many acres of larches and firs. These appear to have been planted about twelve years. If instead of these he had planted ash, four years from the seed bed and once removed; had cut them down within an inch of the ground the second year after planting; and had planted them at four feet apart, he would now have had about six thousand ash-poles, on an average twelve feet long, on each acre of land in his plantation; which, at three-halfpence each, would have been worth somewhere nearly forty pounds an acre. He might now have cut the poles, leaving about 600 to stand upon an acre to come to trees; and while these were growing to timber, the underwood would, for poles, hoops, broom-sticks, spars, rods, and faggots, have been worth twenty-five or thirty pounds an acre every ten years. Can beggarly stuff, like larches and firs, ever be profitable to this extent? Ash is timber, fit for the wheelwright, at the age of twenty years, or less. What can you do with a rotten fir thing at that age?----This estate of Lord Hardwicke appears to be very large. There is a part which is, apparently, in his own hands, as, indeed, the whole must soon be, unless he give up all idea of rent, or, unless he can _choack off_ the fundholder or get again afloat on the sea of paper-money. In this part of his land there is a fine piece of _Lucerne_ in rows at about eighteen inches distant from each other. They are now manuring it with _burnt-earth_ mixed with some dung; and I see several heaps of burnt-earth hereabouts. The directions for doing this are contained in my _Year's Residence_, as taught me by Mr. William Gauntlet, of Winchester.--The land is, all along here, laid up in those wide and high ridges, which I saw in Gloucestershire, going from Gloucester to Oxford, as I have already mentioned. These ridges are ploughed _back_ or _down_; but they are ploughed up again for every sowing.--At an Inn near Lord Hardwicke's I saw the finest parcel of dove-house pigeons I ever saw in my life.--Between this place and Huntingdon is the village of Caxton, which very much resembles almost a village of the same size in _Picardy_, where I saw the women dragging harrows to harrow in the corn. Certainly this village resembles nothing