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TO A MALIGNANT CRITIC.

Ha! finished at last;—there he hangs; cut him down;
"A fine manly forehead!" I hear you exclaim;—
Now choose your next victim, to tickle the town,
And your heart-pointed pen shall reap plenty of fame!