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RIGHT HONOURABLE MR. PITT,
EVER poor Wight of a Dedicator had less hopes from his
in a bye corner of the kingdom, and in a retired thatched house, where I live in a conftant endeavour to fence against the infirmi. ties of ill health, and other evils of life, by mirth; being firmly persuaded that every time a man (miles, but much more so when he laughs, it adds something to this fragment of life.
I humbly beg, Sir, that you will honour this book, by taking it-(not under your protection, it must protect itself, but)-into the country with you; where, if I am ever told, it has made you smile, or can conceive it has beguiled you of one moment's pain I fhall think myself as happy as a minister of state ; - perhaps much happier than any one (one only excepted) that I have ever read or beard of.
I am, great Sir,
(and what is more to your honour)
I am, good Sir,
Your well-wisher, and
moft humble fellow-subject,