OUND was his claret-and his head;

Warm was his double ale-and

feelings;

His partner at the whist club said That he was faultless in his dealings:

He went to church but once a week;
Yet Dr. Poundtext always found him

An upright man, who studied Greek,

And liked to see his friends around him.

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SYLUMS, hospitals, and schools,

He used to swear, were made

to cozen;

All who subscribed to them were fools,-
And he subscribed to half a dozen :

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And so the beggar at his door

Had first abuse, and then-a shilling.

SOME public principles he had,

But was no flatterer, nor fretter; He rapped his box when things

were bad,

And said "I cannot make them better!"

And much he loathed the patriot's snort,

And much he scorned the placeman's snuffle;

And cut the fiercest quarrels short

With-" Patience, gentlemen-and shuffle!”

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OR full ten years his pointer Speed

Had couched beneath her

master's table;

For twice ten years his old white steed
Had fattened in his master's stable;

1JACK

CA

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Old Quince averred, upon his troth,
They were the ugliest beasts in Devon;
And none knew why he fed them both,
With his own hands, six days in seven.