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A postscript to the new Bath guide

A Poem by Anthony Pasquin [i.e. John Williams]
Pasquin, Anthony (1761-1818)

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POSTSCRIPT TO THE NEW BATH GUIDE.
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LETTER I. Horace Peery, Esq; to Bob Classic, at Oxford.
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LETTER II. Horace Peery, Esq; to Bob Classic, at Oxford.
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LETTER III. Horace Peery, Esq; to Bob Classic, at Oxford.
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LETTER IV. Major General Firebrand, to Colonel Carbuncle, at the Horse-Guards.
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LETTER V. Horace Peery, Esq; to Bob Classic, at Oxford.
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LETTER VI. The Countess of Cockles, (a dramatic Author) to the Honourable Miss Fanny Fitzkickerly, in Portman-Square.
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LETTER VII. Horace Peery, Esq; to Bob Classic, at Oxford.
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LETTER VIII. Margery Cockney, to Agnes Blowzy, at Weymouth in Dorsetshire.
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LETTER IX. Horace Peery, Esq; to Bob Classic, at Oxford.
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LETTER X. Phalim O'Shaughnessy, valet to Viscount Bandash, to his kinsman Bryan O'Geohegan, at Castle-Blunderbuss, near Cunnemara, County of Galway, Connaught, Ireland.
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LETTER XI. Correggio Candid, to the celebrated Mr. Daniel, of Bath.
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LETTER XII. Horace Peery, Esq; to Bob Classic, at Oxford.
  
The BEAUTIES of BATH.
  
A CELESTIAL BILL OF FARE. MISS W*******N.
  
MISS C*****E.
  
MISS B***Y.
  
THE MISS J***S's.
  
THE MISS M***KS.
  
THE MISS W******KS.
  
ELIZA.
  
MISS FULLER.
  
VERSES TO THE WITTY AND BEAUTIFUL MISS ANNE FULLER.
  
POSTSCRIPT.
  
ELEGIACK VERSES ON THE DEATH OF THE LATE MARCHIONESS OF LANSDOWN.
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LETTER XIII. Alice Blowzy, to Margery Cockney, at Bath.
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LETTER XIV. Horace Peery, Esq; to Bob Classic, at Oxford.

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THE MISS M***KS.

NOT that calm redd'ning splendour so joyful or sweet is,
When Phœbus first mounts from the lap of his Thetis,
(And laughingly issues his heart-cheering ray,
To banish blithe sylphs from the regions of day,
And extirpate the dew where the fold found repose,
And absorb the big tear from the grief-oppress'd rose;)
Or so lovelily gay, or so charg'd with delight,
As when the meek M***ks burst array'd on the sight:
To think of such nymphs—and to think such nymphs kind,
Is suggesting a bliss that's too vast for the mind.
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