"Because half a dozen grashoppers [sic] under a fern
make the field ring with their importunate chink, whilst thousands of great
cattle, reposed beneath the shadow of the British oak, chew the cud and are
silent, pray do not imagine, that those who make the noise are the only
inhabitants of the field; that of course, they are many in number; or that,
after all, they are other than the little shrivelled, meagre, hopping, though
loud and troublesome insects of the hour."
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