Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity.
Damn the age. I'll write for antiquity.
I can scarce bring myself to believe, that I am admitted to a familiar correspondence, and all the license of friendship, with a man who writes blank verse like Milton.
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