, added my Angel, deserve Happiness, or indeed, are capable of it, who
make any particular Station a necessary Ingredient.
    Thus, Madam, you see me degraded from my former Rank in Life; no longer
Captain Booth, but Farmer Booth at your Service.
    During my first Year's Continuance in this new Scene of Life, nothing, I
think, remarkable happened; the History of one Day would, indeed, be the History
of the whole Year.«
    »Well, pray then,« said Miss Mathews, »do let us hear the History of that
Day; I have a strange Curiosity to know how you could kill your Time; and do, if
possible, find out the very best Day you can.«
    »If you command me, Madam,« answered Booth, »you must yourself be
accountable for the Dulness of the Narrative. Nay, I believe, you have imposed a
very difficult Task on me; for the greatest Happiness is incapable of
Description.
    I rose then, Madam -«
    »O the Moment you waked, undoubtedly,« said Miss Mathews. -
    »Usually,« said he, »between Five and Six.«
    »I will have no usually,« cry'd Miss Mathews, »you are confined to a Day,
and it is to be the best and happiest in the Year.«
    »Nay, Madam,« cries Booth, »then I must tell you the Day in which Amelia was
brought to Bed, after a painful and dangerous Labour; for that I think was the
happiest Day of my Life.«
    »I protest,« said she, »you are become Farmer Booth, indeed. What a
Happiness have you painted to my Imagination! You put me in Mind of a
News-Paper, where my Lady such-a-one is delivered of a Son, to the great Joy of
some illustrious Family.«
    »Why then, I do assure you, Miss Mathews,« cries Booth, »I scarce know a
Circumstance that distinguished one Day from another. The whole was one
continued Series of Love, Health, and Tranquillity. Our Lives resembled a calm
Sea.« -
    »The dullest of all Ideas,« cries the Lady.
    »I know,« said he, »it must appear dull in Description; for who can describe
the Pleasures which the Morning Air gives to one in perfect Health; the Flow of
Spirits which springs up from Exercise; the Delights which Parents feel from the
Prattle, and innocent Follies of their Children; the Joy with which the
