CUFFEE BUXTON'S SEVENTH LETTER
... rty-two. Him nebber forget you, old fartywon, You gib him much trouble, and gib him more fun; You put Tories in glory, an Whigs in a stew— Walk in, Eighteemhundaranfarty-two. Him ticklar tankful, bout 2 months since, For de joy ob de nashun and birt ob ...