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Vernor and Hood.
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Mr. Hood, says Mrs. Broderip,
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At this house in the Poultry, as far as we can trace, in the year 1799, was born his second son, Thomas. After the sudden death of the father, the widow and her children were left rather slenderly provided for.
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My father, the only remaining son, preferred the drudgery of an engraver's desk to encroaching upon the small family store. He was articled to his uncle, Mr. Sands, and subsequently was transferred to one of the Le Keux. He was a most devoted and excellent son to his mother, and the last days of her widowhood and decline were soothed by his tender care and affection. An opening that offered more congenial employment presented itself at last, when he was about the age of twenty-one. By the death of Mr. John Scott, the editor of the 'London Magazine,' who was killed in a duel, that periodical passed into other hands, and became the property of my father's friends, Messrs. Taylor and Hessey. The new proprietors soon sent for him, and he became a sort of sub-editor to the magazine.
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Time was when I sat upon a lofty stool, At lofty desk, and with a clerkly pen, Began each morning, at the stroke of ten, To write to Bell and Co.'s commercial school, In Warneford Court, a shady nook and cool, The favourite retreat of merchant men. Yet would my quill turn vagrant, even then, And take stray dips in the Castalian pool; Now double entry--now a flowery trope-- Mingling poetic honey with trade wax; Blogg Brothers--Milton--Grote and Prescott--Pope, Bristles and Hogg--Glynn, Mills, and Halifax-- Rogers and Towgood--hemp--the Bard of Hope-- Barilla--Byron--tallow--Burns and flax.
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King's Head