In one direction, to the market-town,—
A place, for some-time past, of much renown,
And where the produce of this large estate—
Excepting that required at Rollingate,
Was carted, and there sold as merchandise,
Which seldom ever fail’d to realise
The highest current price. Now it was plann’d
The salesman, henceforth, should be Hollybrand,—
(For Cartwright[223] thought no man could better be
Adapted to this branch of sovereignty—