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PJ.753.029
30 Aug 1753:32 (560)
As the case of the unfortunate heir described in your paper
of the 16th of August, was somewhat extraordinary, I do not
doubt but I may gratify the curiosity of some of your
readers by a continuation of his story. . . . But that
subscribers may know what they are to expect, let them take
a specimen of his poetry, with the explanatory notes, as
follows. His poem on the Spring begins thus,
Hark--how the groves and woods resound
With notes from every tree,
The feather'd songster: puff their throats,
To chirp in melody.
. . .
His second true and genuine piece is a poem upon the
Harvest, which is introduced with the four following lines.
Now the full harvest of the golden year,
With plenty crown'd, all o'er our land appear.
Kind Ceres now invites the royal swain
With pleasing toil to view th'enamell'd plain, &c.
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