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144.

145.

147.

Collection of fragments from the comedies of Anti-
phanes.
Of Anaxandrides. Of Aristophon, with fragments of
that poet.
Of Axionicus, Bathon, Chæremon,
Clearchus, Criton, Crobylus, Demoxenus, Deme-
trius, and Diodorus, with fragments of the latter.
Of Dionysius and Ephippus.

146. Fragment of Epicrates. Of Eriphus and Eubulus, with fragments of the latter. Of Euphron, Heniochus, Mnesimachus, and fragments of each. Fragments of the poet Moschion. Of Nicostratus, Philippus, Phænicides, Sotades, and Straton, with various fragments of their respective comedies. 148. Fragments of Theophilus, Timocles, and Xenarchus. Conclusion of the catalogue of writers of the middle comedy. General observation upon these poets, and the author's address to his readers upon this portion of his work.

149.

150. 151.

152.

Account of the new comedy of the Greeks, and of the several writers of that æra. Anecdotes of Menander.

Various fragments of Menander translated.

Anecdotes of the poet Philemon, and a selection of
his fragments.

Anecdotes and fragments of Diphilus, of Apollodorus
Gelous, of Philippidas, and of Posidippus. General
remarks upon the conclusion of the subject.
author defends himself against the charge of having
attacked the moral doctrines of Socrates.

The

WRIGHT, PRINTER, ST. JOHN'S SQUARE.

THE humours and characters of a populous county town at a distance from the capital, furnish matter of much amusement to a curious observer. I have now been some weeks resident in a place of this description, where I have been continually treated with the private lives and little scandalizing anecdotes of almost every person of any note in it. Having passed most of my days in the capital, I could not but remark the striking difference between it and these subordinate capitals in this particular: in London we are in the habit of looking to our own affairs, and caring little about those, with whom we have no dealings: here every body's business seems to be no less his neighbour's concerns than his own: a set of tattling gossips (including all the idlers in the place, male as well as female) seem to have no other employment for their time or tongue, but to run from house to house, and circulate their silly stories up and down. A few of these contemptible impertinents I shall now describe.

Miss Penelope Tabby is an antiquated maiden of at least forty years standing, a great observer of decorum, and particularly hurt by the behaviour of

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