Prospero. Why, that's my spirit!
Shakspeare--Tempest.
"Good morrow to my worthy masters; and a merry Christmas
to you all!"--The Bellman.
"Mendiei, mimi, balatrones."--Hor.
"Mimics, beggars, and characters of all sorts and sizes."
--Free Translation.
My Good Mr. Spy,
Will you not exclaim, Mercy upon us! here is a text and title as
long and as voluminous as a modern publication, or the sermon of the
fox-hunting parson, who, when compelled to
1 See last number of the Spy, Part XXI. p. 273.
~271~~preach on a saint's day, mounted the pulpit in his sporting
toggery, using his gown as "a cloak of maliciousness?" But have
patience, sweet Spy; be kindly-minded, dear Bernard: like John of Magna
Charta memory, "I have a thing to say;" and do now be a good attentive
Hubert to hear me out.
"Indeed, since you have inspirited, if not inspired me, by the 'immortal
honour' of dubbing me your 'associate,' I were wanting in common
gratitude not to attempt, by the return of moon, for I believe that
luminary, like your numbers, comes out new every fourth week, to convey
to you the swellings-over of my gratitude for the kind and fine things
you have been pleased to cheer me with; although even yet, though the
time will come, I can neither withdraw my vizor, nor disclose my
'family cognomen.
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