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The Frenchmen, they say, feed on frogs,
Hail England! Old England for me!
0, none but bold Britons are free!”
“But Edward,” cries the father, with a smile, “ You have not shown me England, all the while ; Edward, my boy, look sharp, use well your eyes ;
Says Ned, “ Ay, this is it; but, dear, how very small;
God's work was ill bestowed in making man;
THE OLD CLOAK.
“Why, sir, 'tis good enough for me."
Yet, on my shoulders, thus it goes ;
And also from the driving snows.
Well, they may laugh then, and who cares 3
In my clothes, as they do in theirs,
And heard beside of many more,
And ragged were the clothes they wore ;
To get us food and things to wear,
Of little use, sir, I can be,
Until the lamp is quite burnt out,
As whole as any boys about.
For us this world's gay gear,
They pray that we may wear.
THE PRAISES OF A LONG AND HEAVY PURSE.
I hope to meet with the countenance and encouragement of this assembly, while I attempt a theme of which, I trust, all will confess the utility. I would speak the praises of a long and heavy purse-well stuffed with substantial coin. While orations are made on all other subjects of all kinds, it seems quite improper that this should be neglected. The present scarcity of cash, must give peculiar force to the arguments with which this theme abounds; it is generally the scarcity of any thing valuable, which effectually teaches us to esteem it. Who then can be more sensible than we are of the value of that ready assistant in all manner of business? Some have asserted that it is in the power of money to do any thing; that it can change vice into imaginary virtue, and deformity into beauty. But while we are speaking in this respectable assembly, we have nothing to say of vice, but that we hope it exists not here; and while we are addressing this lovely assemblage of ladies, to mention deformity would be straying wide from the purpose. It will not be denied, that with the perfection of beauty, it is very well to possess a handsome interest in pecuniary matters; it makes the heart cheerful, and the business of life easy. It
the Vicar of Wakefield, that she would have her daughters each carry in their pockets a guinea, without ever changing it, to keep them in spirits. If a single guinea has such virtue, what may not be expected from a long and heavy purse, well stuffed with them? It must doubtless do wonders. There are those who maintain that many evils arise from the length and heaviness of the purse ; that it makes prodigals of young heirs, and instigates them to all manner of excesses. But that their purse is not to be blamed may readily be proved. For money is just as willing to do good as to do evil, nay it answers its own the purpose best by being the instrument of happiness to human kind. If it does, a man's money is no more! to blame for his crimes than his bodily strength for his committing murder. For my part, though I have never experienced so much of the benefit of money, as some men have, yet the little I have had, has done me so much good, that I most earnestly desire to have more ; and I shall think it strange if you doubt / of my sincerity in this assertion. I have a strong imagination that if I had a great fortune, I should do much good with it; and if I could handsomely come to the possession of an affluent" estate, I have so much confidence in my own integrity, that I should
not be afraid to trust myself with it. And while I am wishing for a great plenty of money myself, I cannot help wishing that my neighbours had more than they now possess; and in this respect, I hope I have the happiness of coinciding with their own ideas.
THE FOX AND THE CROW.
In prose I well know
Perhaps it will tell
Pretty nearly as well,
In a dairy, a crow
Having ventured to go,
Flew up in the trees,
With a fine piece of cheese,
A fox who lived nigh,
"To the tree saw her fly,
For having just dined,
He for cheese felt inclined,
She was cunning, he knew,
But so was he too,
For he knew if she'd speak,
It must fall from her beak,