93. Robert Bloomfield to the Editor of The Monthly Mirror, 1 September 1802*
To the Editor of the Mirror
Near the Shepherd and Shepherdess,
City Road, Sept. 1, 1802
Not having for a long time past contributed to your publication, I here send you a trifle, which I do not esteem to be any way striking or novel. If you give place to it, it is much at your service, with my most sincere acknowledgement to your more constant correspondents.
The news of Dermody's death  is truly afflicting; and glad am I to find the literary worthies were not backward in relieving his distress, however his distress came.
I have not composed any small pieces lately, and the enclosed was written in May last, without any thought of publication. I stumbled upon it yesterday, and lo! Here it is.
Sir, your rheumatic old friend
 Thomas Dermody (1775–1802), the Irish poet who died in Lewisham from the effects of a dissipated life. He published several volumes, including Poems, Moral and Descriptive (London, 1800) and Poems on Various Subjects (London, 1802). BACK