complain; and, indeed, the doctor ought, in strict justice, to have more
merit in our ideas, from never having once lost sight, in his writings,
of either decency or moderation, particularly when it is remembered how
severely he was attacked in propagating his favourite doctrine.

T.B.

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FROM CATULLUS.

(_For the Mirror._)


My Lydia says, "believe me I speak true,
I ne'er will marry any one but you;
If Jove himself should mention love to me,
Not even Jove would be preferred to thee."
She says--but all that women tell
Their doting lovers--I, alas! too well
Know, should be written on the waves or wind,
So little do their words express their mind.

T.C.

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