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NYGWPB.753.001
1 Jan 1753:23 (518)
For our readers amusement, we shall give them the following
remarkable story of a gentleman walking in his sleep, as
related by a foreigner. (From a late London Magazine.)
His valet told us, there were but two ways to recover him
out of one those fits: one was to tickle him strongly upon
the soles of his feet, the other to sound a horn or trumpet,
at his ears.
A DESCRIPTION OF A WINTER'S MORNING.
The bleak north west with nipping rigour reigns,
Congeals the ponds, and crusts the fields and plains;
The sun (in mists arising) faintly sees
Each cottage tipt with snow---the leafless trees,
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