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At the sides there was fpinnage and pudding made
hot; In the middle a place where the pafy-was not. Now, my lord, as for tripe it's my utter averfion; And your bacon I hate like a Turk or a Perfian, So there I fat ftuck, like a horse in a pound, While the bacon and liver went merrily round: But what vex'd me moit, was that I'd Scottish
fögue, With his long-winded fpeeches, his fmiles and his
brogue, And, 'madam,' quoth he, "may this bit be my poifon; A prettier dinner I never fet eyes on ; Pray a slice 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 a week : I like these here dinners so pretty and small; But your friend there, the doctor, eats nothing at all.” “Oho! quoth my friend he'll come on in a trice, He's keeping a corner for something that's nice : There's a pafty"-"a pafty !” 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 still 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 resolv'd, and the pasty delay'd, With looks that quite petrified, enter'd the maid;
A visage so fad, and so pale with affright,
The wretch condemn’d with life to part,
Still, still on hope relies ;
Bids expectation rise.
Hope, like the glimm'ring taper's light,
Adorns and cheers the way ;
Emits a brighter ray.
MEMORY! thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain, To former joys, recurring ever,
And turning all the past to pain ;
Thou, like the world, the oppreft oppressing;
Thy (miles increase the wretch's woe? And he who wants each other blefling,
In thee moft ever find a foe.
OHN TROTT was desired by two witty peers, To tell him 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 betters, “ Howe'er from this time I shall ne'er see your graces, “ As I hope to be sav'd! without thinking on affes. **