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NHG-P.767.035
24 Apr 1767:33 (551)
TO THE LITTLE LEATHER BREECHES-MERCHANTS.
Your incoherent and unnatural production in the last
Gazette, brings to my mind the fable of the mountain, which
after long labour, bro't forth a mouse--. . . [21 lines]
As a conclusion to this important dispute,--
Come, let's aboard, my jolly blades,
That love a merry life,
To lazy souls have homebred trades,
To husbands homebred strife.
If breeches merchants chance to fail,
Let them away to sea,
'Twill keep them from a stinking jail,
And with their healths agree.
[signed] G. Turner
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