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(CHARLES BLOOMFIELD.)




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As I roamed t'other day,
Neighbour Hop, in my way
I discovered a nice rotten plum,
Which you know is a treat;
And, to taste of the sweet,...

(CHARLES BLOOMFIELD.)


Excuse, Mr. Bee, this epistle, to one
Whose time, from the earliest gleam of the sun
Till he sinks in the west, is so busily spent,...

What a long time it is since I received your kind letter about the ripening corn, and the dangers you were presently to be subject to with all your children!

...

MY GOOD, OLD, WISE, SECLUDED, AND QUIET FRIEND,
...

DISTRESSED NEIGHBOUR,
...

DEAR LITTLE BOB,
...

(CHARLES BLOOMFIELD.)


'Twas the blush of the spring, vegetation was young,
And the birds with a maddening ecstasy sung
To welcome a season so lovely and gay -...