The Life and Errors of John Dunton, Citizen of London: With the Lives and Characters of More Than a Thousand Contemporary Divines, and Other Persons of Literary Eminence. To which are Added, Dunton's Conversation in Ireland; Selections from His Other Genuine Works; and a Faithful Portrait of the Author ... (Google eBook)

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J. Nichols, son, and Bentley, 1818 - Booksellers and bookselling
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