I beg leave again to repeat that I retain the same sentiments of personal esteem, and that I am, dear Sir, Your faithful servant, JOHN MURRAY.
Among the would-be poets was a young Quaker gentleman of Stockton-on-Tees who sent Mr.Murray a batch of poems.

The publisher wrote an answer to his letter, which fell into the hands of the poet's father, who bore the same name as his son.

The father answered: _Mr.Proctor to Mr.Murray_.
ESTEEMED FRIEND, I feel very much obliged by thy refusing to _publish_ the papers sent thee by my son.

I was entirely ignorant of anything of the kind, or should have nipt it in the bud.

On receipt of this, please burn the whole that was sent thee, and at thy convenience inform me that it has been done.