I begin to suspect that you are not aware of the complete
misery which is occasioned to me, and the certain ruin which must attend the
Review,
by our unfortunate procrastination. Long before this, every line of copy for
the present number ought to have been in the hands of the printer. Yet the
whole of the Review is yet to
print. I know not what to do to facilitate your labour, for the articles which
you have long had lie scattered without
GIFFORD’S DILATORINESS. | 157 |
“Tanti miserere
laboris,” |