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Rh 2.

To thee, with hope and terror dumb,

The unfledged MS. authors come;

Thou printest all—and sellest some—

My Murray.

3.

Upon thy table's baize so green

The last new Quarterly is seen,—

But where is thy new Magazine,

My Murray?

4.

Along thy sprucest bookshelves shine

The works thou deemest most divine—

The Art of Cookery, and mine,

My Murray.

5.

Tours, Travels, Essays, too, I wist,

And Sermons, to thy mill bring grist;

And then thou hast the Navy List,

My Murray.