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At the fides there was fpinnage and pudding made
In the middle a place where the pafty---was not.
With his long-winded fpeeches, his fmiles and his brogue,
"madam, quoth he, may this bit be my poison, A prettier dinner I never fet eyes on;
Pray a flice of your liver, though may I be curft, But I've eat of your tripe, till I'm ready to burst.” "The tripe, quoth the Jew, with his chocolate cheek, I could dine on this tripe seven days in the week: I like these here dinners fo pretty and fmall; But your friend there, the doctor, eats nothing at all." "O-oh! quoth my friend, he'll come on in a trice, He's keeping a corner for fomething that's nice : There's a pafty"—" a pasty! repeated the Jew; I don't care, if I keep a corner for't too.” "What the de'il, mon, a pasty! re-echo'd the Scot; Though splitting, I'll ftill keep a corner for that." "We'll all keep a corner, the lady cried out ;" "We'll all keep a corner was echo'd about.” While thus we refolv'd, and the pafty delay'd, With looks that quite petrified, enter'd the maid; G4
A vifage fo fad, and fo pale with affright,
Had fhut out the pafty on shutting his oven.
s o N G.
THE wretch condemn'd with life to part,
Still, ftill on hope relies ;
And ev'ry pang that rends the heart,
Hope, like the glimm'ring taper's light,
Memory! thou fond deceiver,
Thou, like the world, the oppreft oppreffing,
JOHN TROTT was defired by two witty peers,
To tell them the reason why affes had ears? "An't please you," quoth John, "I'm not given to letters,
"Nor dare I pretend to know more than my bet
"Howe'er from this time I fhall ne'er fee your 66 graces,
"As I hope to be fav'd! without thinking on affes."