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Eliza pleads strongly for me engaging yr poor Friend Civean, as my Secretary; but I fear there are many stronger objections against the Measure — I wish however you would continue to converse with Him again on the Subject, Still as yr own Project, & discover on what Terms He would chuse to accept such an office. | Eliza pleads strongly for me engaging yr poor Friend Civean, as my Secretary; but I fear there are many stronger objections against the Measure — I wish however you would continue to converse with Him again on the Subject, Still as yr own Project, & discover on what Terms He would chuse to accept such an office. | ||
− | + | adieu — yr petition for Franks is a most happy Squib, & I hope to partake of the Fruits, which I think it could not fail of producing – | |
If a member exists, whose cold nerves could refuse<br> | If a member exists, whose cold nerves could refuse<br> |
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my two last Epistles for the revision of our dear Longinus — This has greatly forwarded my Work : yet Heaven only knows when it will be completed, as I am still far off the conclusion of my Notes, —and my Eyes are perpetually retarding my Progress by little teizing Inflammations -
Eliza pleads strongly for me engaging yr poor Friend Civean, as my Secretary; but I fear there are many stronger objections against the Measure — I wish however you would continue to converse with Him again on the Subject, Still as yr own Project, & discover on what Terms He would chuse to accept such an office.
adieu — yr petition for Franks is a most happy Squib, & I hope to partake of the Fruits, which I think it could not fail of producing –
If a member exists, whose cold nerves could refuse
The tender request of so touching a Muse,
To each Motion, He makes, may all voices cry–No.
& his Pen be quite dry, when He wants it to flow
Once more adieu — remember me most kindly to yr Father & believe me ever yr affectionate Brother
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