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WILLIAM BOWYER, PRINTER, F. S. A.

AND MANY OF HIS LEARNED FRIENDS;

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PRINTED FOR THE AUTHOR,

BY NICHOLS, SON, AND BENTLEY, AT CICERO'S HEAD,
RED-LION-PASSAGE, FLEET-STREET.

1813.

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ADVERTISEMENT.

THE unavoidable delay which has occurred in the completion of this INDEX has been eventually useful; having afforded the opportunity of again and again recurring to a minute examination of the whole Work, and of noticing occasional errors both of the pen and of the press. Some of these might have escaped the Reader's observation; and others would have been readily excused and corrected*. By far the greater part, however, are improvements derived from subsequent researches and communications; having received from several intelligent Friends substantial evidence of their honouring the "Anecdotes" by an attentive perusal. Those remarks I was gradually incorporating for the press, and had actually printed more than 50 pages; but such is already their extent, that they would appear wholly out of place at the end of an Index in which they could not be included. As the only alternative, therefore, I have determined to continue the "Typographical Annals" by One more Volume; to which the various "Additions" may conveniently be appended. Two or three of the Errata graviora must in the mean time here be corrected. In Vol. II. p. 240, there is a material error réspecting the Epitaph on Mrs. Mason †.

* "Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be."
+ Which should have been printed thus:
"MARY the daughter of

WILLIAM SHERMAN, of Kingston-upon-Hull, Esq.
and wife of the Rev. WILLIAM MASON,
died March 27th, 1767, aged 28.
Take, Holy Earth, all that my Soul holds dear;
Take that best gift, which Heav'n so lately gave;
To Bristol's fount I bore with trembling care
Her faded form; she bow'd to taste the wave,
And died. Does Youth, does Beauty, read the line?
Does sympathetic fear their breasts alarm?

Speak, dead MARIA! breathe a strain divine;

Ev'n from the grave thou shalt have power to charm.

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