to innumerable families, and the multiplied comforts and conveniences of life diffused over the whole community.
Mr. Escot.
You present to me a complicated picture of artificial life, and require me to admire it. Seas covered with vessels—every one of which contains two or three tyrants, and from fifty to a thousand slaves, ignorant, gross, perverted, and active only in mischief. Ports resounding with life—in other words, with noise and drunkenness, the mingled din of avarice, intemperance, and prostitution. Profound researches—scientific inventions—to what end? To contract the sum of human wants? to teach the art of living on a little? to disseminate independence, liberty, and health? No; to multiply factitious desires—to stimulate depraved appetites—to invent unnatural wants—
