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iproptu les to capta riddell

on returng a newspaper

your news and review, sir

i&039;ve read through and through, sir,

with little adirg or bg;

the papers are barren

of ho-news or foreign,

no urders or rapes worth the nag

our friends, the reviewers,

those chippers and hewers,

are juds of ortar and stone, sir;

but of et or unet,

a fabric plete,

i&039;ll boldly pronounce they are none, sir;

y goose-ill too rude is

to tell all your goodness

bestow&039;d on your servant, the poet;

would to god i had one

like a bea of the sun,

and then all the world, sir, should know it!