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Accept, dear Peg, my humble lays,The thanks a grateful heart repays,Thou useful lesson to defyThe charms of vain philosophy.
Oft has my soul, puffed up with pride,The truths of sacred writ deny’d;And to myself I still have said,Sure mankind ne’er of dirt was made;But you, dear Peg, reverse my creed,And show me, we are dirt indeed.


For these last five years, that is from 1782 to 1787, scarce one of the monthly publications have been without some extravagant praise of two very moderate versifiers, Mr. Hayley and Miss Anna Seward; and generally they have written the most high-flown encomiums on each other.

Some of the old Italian writers would have condemned them in a future state to lash each other from morning till night with nettles, for their folly and vanity. A modern wit, a few days since, inflicted on them a milder punishment.


Dialogue between Miss Seward and Mr. Hayley.

“Tuneful poet! Britain’s glory,Mr. Hayley, that is you———”“Ma’am, you carry all before you,Trust me, Lichfield Swan, you do———”“Ode, didactick, epick, sonnet,Mr. Hayley, you’re divine———”“Ma’am, I’ll take my oath upon it,You alone are all the Nine!”Nov. 1787


The celebrated writer Sterne, after being long the idol of this town, died in a mean lodging without a single friend who felt interest in his fate except Becket, his bookseller, who was the only person that

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