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and I should grehtlf doubt their Authenticity , as they do not bear much internal evidence from styl £ arid general character of being the writing of this celebrated man , though 3 do not in the least doubt but his descendant firmly believed they were . If , however , they really are authentic , I can only suppose that in the imbecility induced by age ( for he was then near eighty , according to the date of these papers ) , those very questions which had formerly excited great reflection and logical opposition , should finally become the favoured chimeras of a vain active dotage / N . B . N .
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BY THE AUTHOR OF " THE MECHANIC ' S SATURDAY NIGHT , ' * " SAINT SUNDAY , * ' ETC .
My gentle friend , your fragrant packet jCame to my hand amidst the racket , The din , the dust , the nightly cry Of "business" in our smoky sky .
I ope'd your note , what saw I there ! Of simple flowers a modest pair : Young fieldlings in their pretty dress , And unassuming loveliness . And how I felt then wouldst thou learn ?
Oh , my fond heart did deeply yearn To reach the fields where daisies grow , And butter-cups beside them blow ; T V * taste the healthful sweeping breeze Rich with the balm of fields and trees ; To view the big round moon declining , And note the host of high stars shining ;
To traverse hill , and dell , and plain , According as my own wild brain , In pensive mood or joyous play , Spontaneously might lead tho way . These were my first thoughts , but anon They pass'd away , and gloomier shone The light within . Despondency Silent , and cold , and heavily ,
Came oVr my soul with creeping chill ; And each light ray , and gentle rill , That moisten'd , and illum ' d the heart , And fitted it for human part , Congeal'd , and dim , and lonely grew , As on the flow ' rets fell my view ; . . * . And tken in d * r k abstraction watujer'd , My thoughts , and thuft , 1 dreaming pop ^ er'd .
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LINES TO A FRIEND .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 2, 1836, page 508, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2660/page/48/
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