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July 07, 1769

it is that makes such an Impression
on me, but in vain do I write down
such thoughts in these Lines, & repeat
the Anxiety that that heaves my Bosom
for Rowena knows the Bitterness of Trou-
ble, & is not a Stranger to the Course of
Nature.

Here alone this afternoon, thoughtful
& serious, whilst I am reading over
my Lessons as usual, I seem to be seized
with strange melancholy, from a Con-
sideration of the State of the Author the
I read namely Horace. He placed his
cheif happiness in the Indulgence
of Mirth, & every kind of sensual
Enjoyment, but now poor Man, he
has been stript of all those his Joys
these many hundred Years, & has only
left us his Books to tell us that he

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