BC_17xx_EMONTAGU_EV_11

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<Q A 17?? TC EV EMONTAGU>
<X ELIZABETH MONTAGU>
[}ELIZABETH MONTAGU TO ELIZABETH VESEY. NO DATE. HUNTINGTON LIBRARY}]
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To M=rs= Vesey
     I wish Monsey was hanged, & then embowell'd & stuff'd with rhubarb, a poor dogged witt, who has no (\goût\) for the Epich, is determined to keep away the son of the song from our feast of shells! I am convinced that your note will bring Ossian himself, & he will play upon Aolus's harp while we are at dinner, the vulgar will think it is the wind, but we shall know it is the bard of Morven. I could have made a rhubarb tart for M=r= Vesey, & have put a good custard upon it, a better preparation than Monseys, [\TEAR\] [{who{] in the bitterness of his jealousy has given this [\TEAR\] [{untimely{] dose. I depend on seeing my Dear M=rs= Vesey, & I hope that will break ye Doctors heart. I know it is a hard heart, but it may therefore be the more brittle. it would please me as well if he would break his neck, & no bard sh=d= raise the song on his tomb, but apes should go in, & monkeys chatter, & magpyes talk, & all the half witts in nature haunt it. his name should never be written but in an anagram of an acoustick which [\witting\], sh=d= whistle through the void of sense & reason till [\monsters caught ye sound\]