WILLIAM.
Yes, and he has a statue erected to his memory before the house where he lived. His name was Laurence Koster.
CHARLES.
You wonder much at the letter press; but how many of the arts which we have not seen, would afford you equal matter for astonishment?
WILLIAM.
It is almost incomprehensible, how a common potter, out of a rough lump of clay, should be able to make such a variety of useful and ornamental things.
EMILIA.
Have not these poor people reason to complain that they work so hard for a piece of bread?
CHARLES.
By no means. They have even comparative happiness. How disagreeable must be the miners’ employment to us, who have been brought up in a different style of life, and have opened our eyes to the beauties of nature? It is laborious, and they lose their health while they are secluded from the cheerful sight of the sun, which enlivens every other labour.