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A certain Equestrian teacher, conceiving that there is no more fun in publishing than in printing on a Sunday, not only distributes his hand bills with a list of his horses, to the booted bucks and mounted jackadandies of Rotten-row, every Lord’s Day, but actually forces them into the Coach Royal, while the Light Horse are prancing at humble distance behind. Lady C― F― threw one of those lists out of the window back to the officious distributor last Sunday
