The Natural History of Selborne

Hung-out my pendent meat-safe.  The martins over the garden-door have thrown-out two eggs; they had not been sat on.  A pair of partriges haunt Baker’s hill, & dust themselves along the verge of the brick walk.  Many people droop with this feverish cold: not only women & children, but robust labourers.  In general the disorder does not last long, neither does it prove at all mortal in these parts.