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RNYG.781.022
31 Jan 1781:24,31 (453)
Mr. Rivington, Your Bards of the present, seem to have
unstrung their lyres--They have given us no heroics on the
commencement of this year--perhaps they are better fed than
formerly, and are grown indolent--be that as it may, I dare
say many of your readers will be glad to set a republication
of the following piece, first written while the memory was
recent, of times too much resembling our own.
A morning salutation, between a Puritan Preacher, and a
family of this flock, upon the 30th of January.
Written by the celebrated author of Hudibras.
Preacher.
Good morrow to thee--how do'st do?
I only just called in to show
My love, upon this blessed day,
As I, by chance, came by this way.
Grace, peace and faith be unto thee,
And all this chosen family.
Husband.
My soul does very much rejoice
To see thee, and to hear thy voice.
I bless the Lord to find thee thus
Abound in health as well as us;
And hope thou art disposed to stay
Awhile, and comfort us this day.
. . . [verses of varying lengths are by the preacher,
husband, and wife. There are 90 more lines on p. 2, col. 4
and 58 on p. 3, col. 1.]
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