To cure life's ills by changing place,
Will find it but a 'wild goose chase,'
And ever be removing.
Fortune may frown and friends desert,
Domestick sorrows wring the heart--
Yet surely 'tis the wisest part
To yield without repining.
Enjoy the good, kind heav'n bestows--
Leave sullen discontent to those,
Who fear a thorn in every rose,
To God thy all resigning.
MANUSCRIPT: Unrecovered TEXT: NAR, 5 ( September 1817), 336.
Bridgewater Dec. [c15] 1814
I have got back to Bridgewater safe and sound and in much better trim than I went from it. All the people in this quarter are well and kicking except old Mrs. [Lake?] who was in the ground before I returned. But here is no snow. All the indication of winter here is very cold weather. But from Boston to Albany there is excellent sleighing, and on the hills of Hampshire, the best I ever saw.
--I paid a visit to my old instructor Mr. Howe. I found him amongst his sheep in deshabille-- 1 Business he tells me is languishing--only 70 actions were entered at the November term of C[ourt of] C[ommon] P[leas] for that county, whereas there are generally from 200 to 250. He entered himself but one--and had but one continuing from the last term notwithstanding his isolated situation with some half dozen towns round him of which he enjoys the almost exclusive practice.--
I met at Mr. Howe's with "Lara a Tale"--which is advertised on the