300

DEATH S DOINGS.

But why do I mention such matters to you,Who without my poor hints know so well what to do ?You provide for the grocer, the brewer, the baker,As they in their turn do for the undertaker.

P. S.—By the by, let me beg you, in future, my

neighbour,To send me no sugar that rais'd by free labour,Unless you can mingle a little less saltIn the pound—for the public presume to find faultWith the new China sweet'ning —and though they

allowThat they'll take the saints' sugar (attend to me

now),Even cum grano salis —they do say that suchAn allowance as 30 per cent, is too much.

Your's, &c.

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