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JOSEPH HILL, ESQ.
Dear Joseph-five and twenty years ago
Whence comes it then, that in the wane of life, Though nothing have occurred to kindle strife, We find the friends we fancied we had won, Though numerous once, reduced to few or none? Can gold grow worthless that has stood the touch? No; gold they seemed, but they were never sucb. Horatio's servant once, with bow and cringes Swinging the parlour door upon its binge, Dreading a negative, and overawed Lest he should trespass, begged to go abroad. Go, fellow!
whither in turning short about Nay. Stay at home--you are always going out. 'Tis but a step, sir, just at the street's end.. For what?-An please you, sir, to see a friend. A friend! Horatio cried, and seemed to start Yea marry shalt thou, and with all my heart. And fetch my cloak; for though the night be raw I'll see him to the first I ever saw.
I knew the man, and knew his nature mild, And was bis play thing often when a child; But somewhat at that moment pinched him close, Else he was seldom bitter or morose. Perhaps his confidence just then betrayed, His grief might prompt him with the speech he
But not to moralize too much, and strain
Copvicted once should ever after wear :
Oh happy. Britain! we have not to fear