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MG-A(G.782.001
31 Jan 1782:12,13 (1829)
[In middle of long essay criticizing a prominent political
figure:]
However, I happen to recollect a play, which I once saw
acted here, at our free-school, by Mr. Couden's scholars,
eight or ten years past, in which one Sofia was sent by his
master, whose name I don't now recollect, one very dark
night on an errand. Poor Sofia, who was as rank a coward as
ever was kittened, perceiving some body coming towards him,
began to whistle to disguise his fears, however it did not
answer his purpose, for the stranger, who approached, proved
to be the God Mercury, who soon beat Sofia out of his tune.
So I very fairly concluded that the city member was only
whistling; and when I found a most respectable and most
virtuous member of the Senate, of great integrity and if
possible of still greater abilities undertake to be his
accuser, to conn o'er his faults--and set all his crimes in
public view, with proofs and demonstration strong, "hah,
ah," said I to myself, "I was not mistaken; here comes our
little Mercury! . . .
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