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NYP-F.780.010
7 Sep 1780:11,12 (182)
As the enclosed letter, which was intercepted coming from
New-York, may possibly entertain some of your readers, it is
sent to you for publication. The writer will perceive that
proper care has been taken to conceal her name. I have only
to ask the lady's pardon for the few comments that are
added.
August 30, 1780.
New-York, August 27, 1780.
We've almost, sweet sister, been frighted to death,
Nor have we, as yet, quite recover'd our breath.
An army of rebels came down t'other night,
Expecting, no doubt, that Sir Harry would fight.
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Quick, Bet, bring the tea, for before it be long,
The sweet fellow comes with his laugh and his song,
His quirks, and his cranks, and his stories so droll;
Oh! sister, the Major's the man on the whole!
[signed] Z.
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