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mol'e·' ~till do the A1lamanti11e works of the poet of avon stand un- impaired by the cl1•molishi11~ ha111l of time
·• Lik1• rm·ks n•,-ist tlw hillows of the sky"
Taki11g this therl'fo1•p into c·onsideratio11 I hope my readers will have the goodness to 1•xc·11:-:c lllf' ,,·hilst I proceed withont any preliminary ohscrrntions at all to a plain statement of the plan in which the VillaQ·e :\li:::cella11,· will he conducted And first it is intended that it sh~ll make iti- ·appciarnnce eYery fricla~' noon, containing such mat- ters .as the author co11ceives best eal<'ulated to amuse the fancv and (·orrec:t the follies of the town ··
..I Ju,-h I.hr. \"ire but !;pnre the person still"
Its size will he various acf'ording a:-: the subject materials can be col- lected. lmt ne,·er smaller than Oil<' :-hcf't nor larger than a ream, nor is it_e:qwdecl that th<' c·ontents will he less rnrious in point of quality, tha11 <Jllantity, for it c·annot be pre~nmetl that a writer can always keep 011 the wing ho\\· soaring :;oc>n!r his genius ma~· be. "Great Homer himself woul<l sometimes nocr' and whoHer has prac- ticed in the art of composition must smely know that there are par- ticular periods ,vhen a writer c:annot perform so wt>ll as at others, especially in a foggy mornin~ ancl 1lirectly after II hearty meal on fried :,;had in that sea~on of the year when the green !\11(1 gilded lizzar<ls rattle through fences, "And Sol in mnrcdinn height But 110 labor will be spared to renclcr m_v sheets agreeable as possiblP & when I fincl my wit begiuing to ting, 1r•·111 reclouhle my iuclustry to supply its deficiency. r\ fair portion of its sallies shall be dedicated to the lovely li.d1t heelc>tl nymphs, than whom to please there is no greater source of terrestrinl !'elicit.,·. A smile of their npprobation is worth a Kinguom, and were I the master of a world T would yield it freely in purchase of one clear-enchal1ting-heaYenly-look. Tis for them that all the world cloth li,·e-that the meager jegune poet pores oYer the noctunal blaze & pens his stmlied lay- that the thunder blasted Soldier presents his scar imlented bosom to the shafts of battle. Tis for them that ~Ir. Lnnthembalrnn is going to rac·k his i11Ycntion nncl tis for them that he would do any thing in the world they could possibly re(Juire-wonlcl e,·en leap into the sun nrnl t<'ar the freckles from its face-would bcnr1l the fire_\" Drng:on i11 his dt•11-S11all'h t.he 7.ig--zag lightning from the fist of Jovp or grnpplP with the horrid Sea- :,;erpent in th_e ocenn.-anythiug th11t they d<'ma111l l,ut-lwld my pPm·e. 11111mins the deep of the 8ca And fishes begining to sweat ( 'ry dam it how hot we shnll be"
"\Vithout the !<mile!< from partial beauty won 0 what were man ~-n world without a :-inn:•
The nid of the sons of science 111111 g<'niu:-: i:-: c·onliall~- im·itl'd. Ail\' communication on what !';Ubjec·t soeYN. will lie thankfully l'<'<'<'iYe<l a11;l cluly nttencll'<l to. All 11re :-olil·itPcl to IPnd their 1·ontrilintio11~, but
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