Myself can read the Telegrams
Myself can read the Telegrams
A Letter chief to me
The Stock’s advance and Retrograde
And what the Markets say
The Weather how the Rains
In Counties have begun.
‘Tis News as null as nothing,
But sweeter so than none.
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