MY DEAR FRIEND,

I had written you long ere now, could I have guessed where to find

you, for I am sure you have more good sense than to waste the precious

days of vacation time in the dirt of business and Edinburgh. Wherever

you are, God bless you, and lead you not into temptation, but deliver

you from evil!

I do not know if I have informed you that I am now appointed to an

excise division, in the middle of which my house and farm lie. In this

I was extremely lucky. Without ever having been an expectant, as they

call their journeymen excisemen, I was directly planted down to all

intents and purposes an officer of excise; there to flourish and bring

forth fruits--worthy of repentance.

I know not how the word exciseman, or still more opprobrious, gauger,

will sound in your ears. I too have seen the day when my auditory

nerves would have felt very delicately on this subject; but a wife

and children are things which have a wonderful power in blunting these

kind of sensations. Fifty pounds a year for life, and a provision for

widows and orphans, you will allow is no bad settlement for a _poet_.

For the ignominy of the profession, I have the encouragement which

I once heard a recruiting sergeant give to a numerous, if not a

respectable audience, in the streets of Kilmarnock.--'Gentlemen,

for your further and better encouragement, I can assure you that

our regiment is the most blackguard corps under the crown, and

consequently with us an honest fellow has the surest chance for

preferment.'

You need not doubt that I find several very unpleasant and

disagreeable circumstances in my business; but I am tired with and

disgusted at the language of complaint against the evils of life.

Human existence in the most favourable situations does not abound with

pleasures, and has its inconveniences and ills; capricious foolish man

mistakes these inconveniences and ills as if they were the peculiar

property of his particular situation; and hence that eternal

fickleness, that love of change, which has ruined, and daily does

ruin many a fine fellow, as well as many a blockhead; and is, almost

without exception, a constant source of disappointment and misery....

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