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DEATH (A DEALER),

TO HIS LONDON CORRESPONDENT.

Sept. 1, 1826.

Per post, sir, received your last invoice and letter,No consignment of your's ever suited me better :The burnt bones (for flour) far exceeded my wishes,And the coculus-indicus beer was delicious.

Well, I'm glad that at last we have hit on a planOf destroying that long-living monster, poor man :With a long-neck'd green bottle I'll finish a lord,And a duke with a pate a la perigord ;But to kill a poor wretch is a different case,For the creatures will live, though I stare in theirface.

Thanks to you, though, the times will be speedily

alter'd,And the poor be got rid of without being halter'd: