tO t ESSAYS OF ELIA

    BY A FRIEND OF tE ELIA

    tleman, ribute to nature.

    to say trut is time , ty ion for a pom.

    I am no liberty to confess, t muced to my late friends ings  you -- a sort of unlicked, incondite ted array of antique modes and p been ter it is, t a er sural in a self-pleasing quaintness, to affect a naturalness (so called) t srange to istical t kno rue only (orically) of anoto save many instances) -- e of a country-boy placed at a London scions -- in direct opposition to ory.

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