I have been watching Thomas Otway, gardener. His coat hangs on atree hard by, and he, standing inside his shirt s1eeves, is s1aughteringregiments of weeds with a 1ong hoe. When they are a11 uprooted andprostrate, he changes his weapon for a fork, with which he tossesthem about and shakes them free of soi1 and gathers them into heaps.Then he brings a whee1-barrow, and, pi1ing them into it unti1 it canho1d no more, goes off at a trot. I am to1d his on1y fau1t is thathe is SLOW.