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YOUNG, the author of Night Thoughts, paid a visit to Potter, son of
Archbishop Potter, who lived in a deep and dirty part of Kent, through
which Young had scrambled with some difficulty and danger. Whose field
was that I crossed? asked Young, on reaching his friend. Mine, said
Potter. True, replied the poet; Potter's field to bury strangers
in.
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