ABSTRACT
The house and all around appears to be a hive of industry. When you pass the lodge, it is as if you had entered the precincts of some vast emporium of manufacture: labour is divided, so that it may be easy and well performed, and so apportioned, that it may suit the tastes and powers of each labourer. You meet the gardener, the common agriculturalist, the mower, the weeder, all intent on their several occupations, and loud their merriment…. The curious thing is, that all are anxious to be engaged, toil incessantly, and in general without any recompense other than being kept from disagreeable thoughts and the pains of illness. They literally work in order to please themselves.4
