  A NOVEL. BY THE AUTHOR OF "TRUCKLEBOROUGH-HALL." When once he's made a Lord, Who'll be so saucy as to think he can Be impotent in wisdom? Cook Why, Sir, 'tis neither satire nor moral, but the mere passage of an history; yet there are a sort of discontented creatures, that bear a stingless envy to great ones, and these will wrest the doings of any man to their base malicious appliment. Marston. IN THREE VOLUMES. LONDON: |
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