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LETTER THE NINTH.
To G. Gambado, Esq.
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Mr. Gambado,
The following very singular affair happening in my presence yesterday, I take the earliest opportunity of informing you of it: in hopes, if any other accounts of it should reach you, my story may be heard first. I was just come out of my parish church, where I had, indissolubly I suppose, united one John Mudd, to one Elizabeth Middleditch. I was detain'd some time in the belfry, reprimanding my Clerk for suffering a tribe of filthy dogs to be parading the aisle during the nuptial ceremony; when, on my
