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Here was a Rose Diamond Ring to be raffled for by 50 People at 5s. each —My eldest daughter threw 51. & there remained only D^r Harington to contest it; he refused to take his Chance, and sent her the following Verses.

Fifty one! and the Doctor remaining to throw,
So vain and presumptuous good Doctor,—Oh No!
’Gainst Thrale and her Sixes, by Heavens not I,
Her Sister Minerva’s been cogging the Die;—
Adieu to all Contest, the prize be her own—
’Tis from such Coalitions the World is oerthrown.

She looked as if She wished me to give him an Answer; so in about four Minutes I sent him these four Lines.

To a Maiden of Twenty some Chance for a Ring,
Is no such surprizing or wonderful Thing;
But the Letter was luck, and She got me to tell ye on’t,
As the Diamonds were Rose, while the Verses are brilliant.