December 26, 1777

Posted by sydney on Dec 26th, 1777

A fox ran up the street at noon-day.  No birds love to fly down the wind, which protrudes them too fast & hurries them out of their poise: besides it blows-up their feathers, & exposes them to the cold.  All birds love to perch as well a to fly with their heads to the windward.  FOOTNOTE:  The christenings at Faringdon near Alton, Hants from the year 1760 to 1777 inclusive were 152: the burials at the same place in the same period were 124.  So that the births exceed the deaths by 28.  I have buried many very old people there: yet of late several young folks have dyed of a decline.

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