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RNYG.783.002
4 Jan 1783:31 (655)
Agreeably to a promise, on our copying some former
Rivingtonian Reflections, from a Philadelphia Freeman's
Journal, into this Gazette, we now present a continuation of
these lively lucubrations, dated Philadelphia, December 25,
which the Printer accepts sans froid, (and with that good
humour which he trusts will never fail him) as a gracious
prologue to the entre of the year 1783.
RIVINGTON'S REFLECTIONS. (Continued.)
Incertus quo fata ferant, que sisiere detur Virg.
Folks may think as they please, but to me it would seem
That our great men at home have done nothing but dream.
Such trimming and twisting and shifting about,
And some getting in, and others turn'd out:
And yet, with their bragging and looking so big,
All they did was to dance a theatrical jig:
Seven years now, and more, we have try'd ev'ry plan,
And are just as near conquering as when we began,
Great things were expected from Clinton and Howe
But what have they done, or where are they now?
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