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TO THE SAME,

ON HIS CALLING TO INQUIRE AFTER THE AUTHOR'S HEALTH, WHEN CONFINED TO HIS CHAMBER WITH THE GOUT.

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EXTEMPORE.

Soon as I heard your friendly rap,
I wish'd of course from gouty lap,
To greet you with poetic scrap,
But Fancy cried, “Negatur:”
She deals in vanity, a bit,—
But never, in her vainest fit,
Could think of keeping pace in wit,
With Dickins in Good-nature.