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FJ.783.067
24 Sep 1783:32 (3/127)
The following anecdote is taken from a little book entitled,
The Festival of Wit, published this year in London:
Otway had an intimate friend who was murdered in the
street. His feelings must be great, who could so nobly
describe affection in his Venice Preserved. He pursued the
murderer on foot, who fled to France, as far as Dover, where
Otway was seized with a fever, occasioned by the fatigue,
which afterwards carried him to his grave in London--This
anecdote, though melancholy enough, must be a relief to
those who have read Otway's Life, prefixt to his works,
which asserts positively that he died in want and great
distress.
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