Once more I present myself before the Public in a Book; and whatever all hands may think of it, I can assure them it is no joke to keep one’s brains like a winch, continually spinning yarns. However, as my “GREENWICH HOSPITAL” met with a favourable reception, I have been induced to try another launch--and--here I am at the service of my readers. The grand depository of human fragments,--the snug harbour for _docked_ remnants,--Greenwich Hospital! Who is there that has stood upon that fine terrace, when the calm of evening has shed its influence on the spirit, and nature’s pencil intermingling light and shade has graced the landscape with its various tints, without feeling delighted at the s…
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