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as I wished to the Memory of our beloved Meyers, who imported & took so kind an interest in Zelma from a friendly wish of rendering her a Benefactress to Me.
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of being a quiet contented Hermit that a poor dramatic Poet in his Cell may be damned <strike>illeg</strike> in [written over the crossing-out] a distant Theatre, unconscious of his Fate; for I was not at all aware, that I had any thing to fear or hope from a London Audience, when I received these unexpected Tidings, & I still feel perfectly philosophical on the Subject.
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Clarke says all the papers speak of the Performance as too long — and as the Manager retained the 3 acts, tho He exhibits it as an afterpiece, I think it must have rather a heavy Effect after any play of the usual length –
 
  
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Romney however tells me in a kind Letter, that He saw it on Wednesday night – that it went off without the least Interruption, & with considerable Applause – this is all the news I have heard of it - Long happens to be at Bath & all my other London Correspondents out of Town – Such are the advantages
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The Circumstance you mention of our poetical Brother Darwin surprizes me not a little, & the sincere delight I take in his poetry, would induce me to believe, that his Bookseller judges ill to delay the publication, did not the vigilant Spirit of literary Merchants for a strong argument in favor of their discretion —–
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of being a quiet contented Hermit that a poor dramatic Poet in his Cell may be damned illeg in [written over the crossing-out] a distant Theatre, unconscious of his Fate; for I was not at all aware, that I had any thing to fear or hope from a London Audience, when I received these unexpected Tidings, & I still feel perfectly philosophical on the Subject.

The Circumstance you mention of our poetical Brother Darwin surprizes me not a little, & the sincere delight I take in his poetry, would induce me to believe, that his Bookseller judges ill to delay the publication, did not the vigilant Spirit of literary Merchants for a strong argument in favor of their discretion —–

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