...not, like him, satisfied with fulness. The intermediate hours are tedious and gloomy; I long again to be hungry, that I may again quicken my attention....or the corn, and fly away to the groves, where they sit in seeming happiness on the branches, and waste their lives in tuning one unvaried series of sounds....

...not, like him, satisfied with fulness. The intermediate hours are tedious and gloomy; I long again to be hungry that I may again quicken my attention. The birds peck the berries or the corn, and fly away to the groves where they sit in seeming happiness on the...

...not, like him, fatisfied with fulnefs. The intermediate hours are tedious and gloomy ; I long again to be hungry that I may again quicken my attention. The birds peck the berries out of the corn, and fly away to the graves where they fit in feeming happinefs on...