The Spirit of the Public Journals: Being an Impartial Selection of the Most Exquisite Essays and Jeux D'esprits, Principally Prose, that Appear in the Newspapers and Other Publications, Том 1

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Stephen Jones, Charles Molloy Westmacott
James Ridgway, 1799

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