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FJ.782.037
24 Apr 1782:21, 22 (2/53)
Mr. Bailey. For God's sake leave off! That Freeman's
Journal--You do not know how happy you would make me if you
would drop it.---Some of us had almost settled matters to
our mind; but you make such a noise! -- Week after week, one
libel after another! -- . . . [3/4 column concerning recent
strife in press] You know I am your friend. I have
encouraged your paper so far that I have even read all your
Freeman's Journals from the first number to this day; and
all for nothing. Now could not we come to a compromise?
Suppose you change the stile of your newspaper and give us
no more of these inflammatory pieces. Then you see I can
enjoy my pension in quiet: I shall be able to buy suits of
clothes and casks of wine of my own, and I promise you that
I will furnish your paper with such things as never have
disgraced it in times past. You shall have Parodies to
print and Roratorios and all the most odoriferous pindaricks
that the heart of man can imagine; and I will still
continued to be your constant reader upon the same terms as
formerly, without complaining at all that other people pay
any thing for their papers. I have also by me ready written
at your service, a Hymn to Power, an Ode to the Rising Sun,
and a collection of Sir-Reverential Songs in double metre
and set to the same tunes which are in use in the Low-Dutch
churches in New-York. Then shall your paper shine like wild
fire, bedecked with nectar. I will do--it--oh, and try--
again--oh. You never then will be called on to give up the
author, for nobody will by any means chuse to touch him who
can possibly avoid it. Think of these proposals before it
is too late; for believe me, it is better for you to do it
than which you had done it. [signed] Your friend, The High
Priest.
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