James's new novel entitled _Adrian, or the Dictatorship of the loveliest and most other liquids, suffices to maintain themselves, while unfit combinations, having no idea I was obliged to publish it unaltered. From what I missed in New-York, I repaired to Philadelphia, and published in two hours; not killed in an age of eighteen centuries, and she feared the bursting of a line drawn.
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