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I shall try your patience some rainy morning, Mr. Larynx: and Mr. Listless shall recommend us the very newest new book, that every body reads.

You shall receive it, Miss O'Carroll, with all the gloss of novelty; fresh as a ripe green-gage in all the downiness of its bloom. A mail-coach copy from Edinburgh, forwarded express from London.

This rage for novelty is the bane of literature. Except my works, and those of my particular friends, nothing is good that is not as old as Jeremy Taylor: and, entre nous, the best parts of my friends' books were either written or suggested by myself.