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PP-P.780.098
9 Sep 1780:23
Letter intercepted from New-York. New-York, August 27,
1780.
We've almost, sweet sister, been frighten'd to death,
Nor have we, as yet, quite recover'd our breath,
An army of rebels came down t'other night,
Expecting, no doubt, that the British would fight.
. . . All day I was hurried without knowing why,
Each moment expecting them to pass by.
The officers bowing, the drums in a clatter,
Their heads rising up like ducks out of water.
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[signed] Z.
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