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FJ.783.018
26 Mar 1783:21 (2/101)
To the Printer of the Freeman's Journal.
The infamous subterfuges you seek in every occasion,
though it tends to excite one's pity and tenderness, cannot
save you from the penetrating eye of truth and candour, nor
your polluted paper from the scourge of public justice. . .
[33 lines] You are indeed Hamlet's pale ghost in melancholy
array--the very shadow of his departed shade. Your idle,
empty gabbling has all the puffs and vapours, without the
pleasantry of Falstaff. Humility attend you, and forever
adieu. [signed] Eleazer Oswald.
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