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BEP(F.766.015
31 Mar 1766:11,12,13,21 (1594)
So! Jemmy---so! so! Jemmy---well---why aye Jemmy---very
well---so,---so,---so, Jemmy--so, Ev. Post, no. 1437.
The paper called the Boston Gazette, after giving us a
considerable respite, ash resum'd its office, and begun a
new to hand to us the incoherent ravings of the unhappy
Bluster. This man, who first open'd the muddy source of
distraction, and was constant, in directing those streams of
scurrility and abuse, that were so plentifully pour'd
abroad, has, it seems return'd to his old employment, and is
again busy in discharging the overflowings of his gall.
. . . Among a thousand odd whims that were continually
floating in his brain, Bluster at one time fancied himself a
parson. Full of this notion, he got on a light bushy wig, a
black gown, and a large paper band; and, looking upon
himself as the head of the clergy, sent out his pastoral
letter to all the country schoolmasters thro' the province,
exhorting them to bring out their boys into the training-
field, and set them to singing.
Titum tititum tumtum tumtum tititum tititum
Titum tititum tumtum tumtum tititum tititum
this, said he, has so martial a sound, especially sung by
young and shrill voices, that the French must fly before it
and quit the continent.
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