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To Richard Bentley, Esq.
December 21, 1841.
Dear Bentley,—
“Nell Cook” is ripe,
And up in type,—
So Bangor boys repeat;
And “Colin Clink”
Is daubed with ink,
Down to a single sheet.
“Nell Cook” is ripe,
And up in type,—
So Bangor boys repeat;
And “Colin Clink”
Is daubed with ink,
Down to a single sheet.
Poor Tom Hill's dead,
And it is said
His heir is E. Dubois.
Tom kept an infernal
Sort of a journal
Of all he heard and saw—
And it is said
His heir is E. Dubois.
Tom kept an infernal
Sort of a journal
Of all he heard and saw—
I think if you
Mind P and Q,
You may get hold of the Diary;
Dubois could well
Make a book that would sell;
At least, it's worth inquiry.
Mind P and Q,
You may get hold of the Diary;
Dubois could well
Make a book that would sell;
At least, it's worth inquiry.
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And if your mind
That way's inclin'd,
I could put you into a way
To get at Dubois
Through his brother-in-law,
So respond without delay.
That way's inclin'd,
I could put you into a way
To get at Dubois
Through his brother-in-law,
So respond without delay.
Thine,
R. H. B.
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