![]() ![]() A mighty matter, truly, to make a Song of! ’Tis true, I had a little Tea of a Present from the Printer last Year and what, must a body throw it away? In short, I thought the Preface was not worth a printing, and so I fairly scratch’d it all out, and I believe you’ll like our Almanack never the worse for it. And truly, (for want of somewhat else to say, I suppose) he had put into his Preface, that his Wife Bridget-was this, and that, and t’other.-What a peasecods! cannot I have a little Fault or two, but all the Country must see it in print! They have already been told, at one time that I am proud, another time that I am loud, and that I have got a new Petticoat, and abundance of such kind of stuff and now, forsooth! all the World must know, that Poor Dick’s Wife has lately taken a fancy to drink a little Tea now and then. I suspected something, and therefore as soon as he was gone, I open’d it, to see if he had not been flinging some of his old Skitts at me. He left the Copy of his Almanack seal’d up, and bid me send it to the Press. My good Man set out last Week for Potowmack, to visit an old Stargazer of his Acquaintance, and see about a little Place for us to settle and end our Days on. ![]()
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