My dear Mrs. Clarke,—I am afraid that Young Gas is for ever dimmed, and that the breath of calumny will blow henceforth on his stage-management, by reason of his enormous delay in returning you the two pounds non-forwarded by Mrs. G. The proposed deduction on account of which you sent it, was never made.
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But had you seen him in “Used up,”
His eye so beaming and so clear,
When on his stool he sat to sup
The oxtail—little Romer near,
etc. etc.
You would have forgotten and forgiven all.
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