Casting a preparatla the bottom of this article -- as the wary oisseur in prints, with cursory eye (which, while it reads, seems as though it read not,) never fails to sult the quis sculpsit in the er, before he pronounces some rare piece to be a Vivares, or a Woollet -- methinks I hear you exclaim, Reader, Who is Elia?
Because in my last I tried to divert thee with some half-fotten humours of some old clerks defunct, in an old house of business, long since goo decay, doubtless you have already set me down in your mind as one of the self-same college -- a votary of the desk -- a notched and cropt scrivener -- ohat sucks his sustenance, as certain sick people are said to do, through a quill.
Well, I do agnize something of the sort. I fess that it is my humour, my fancy -- in the forest of the day, when the mind of your man of letters requires some relaxation -- (and ter than such as at first sight seems most abhorrent from his beloved studies) -- to whil……（内容加载失败！）
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