Poetic Letter Mary's Page
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MARY BAILEY
POETIC LETTER
Dear brother and sister the packet is come
To let you both know we are safely got home:
And, in this epistle, I'm happy to say—
My dear little Ellinor slept all the way.
If more of my baby you wish me to tell,
I'm glad to inform you, she's now pretty well.
Bailey gives his kind love, and bids me to say—
He shall come down to see you on next Christmas day,
If things should roll smooth, and the weather allow,
And nothing more happens than we know of now.
In love to you both, my dear children do join,
With thanks for your pudding, your ham, and your wine.
I hope you'll write frequent, and we'll not neglect:—
We subscribe ourselves yours, with the greatest respect.
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MARY BAILEY
To a nice school you go, where a lady doth teach,
And you much finer feelings should learn;
But, I'm better than you, though my frock's common blue,
While my heart doth such cruelty spurn.
'Tis no business of yours, both at once, they exclaim'd, And near us you'd no right to come:
We shall do as we please, you may rest quite assur'd, And, therefore, I beg you'll get home.
Then I snatch'd the poor locust, I'm happy to tell,
Tho' loudly indeed they did bellow:
I kill'd it because it could not get well;
And this is the poor little fellow.
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Contents
To a Lady who visited the author when she was in great distress 14
To a Lady who desired me to pray for the death of youngest child 17
Petition to the British Fair 19
On the Death of the Revd. Dr. Wylde, late of Nottingham 21
Lines, Written in July, on Widow Hind's garden, at Hints, in Staffordshire 26
Lines On the Death of a Gentleman of Basford 31
The Author to Her Infant Twins 35
Appendix: Mary Bailey's Obituary 37
Index of titles and first lines 42
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