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S a Country Fellow was making a Shoot at a Pigeon, he trod upon a Snake that bit him by the Leg. The Surprize Startled him, and away flew the Bird.

Pon the Rout of an Army there was a Trumpeter made a Pris'ner, and as the Soldiers were about to Cut his Throat; Gentlemen (ays he) Why hould You Kill a Man that Kills No Body? You hall Die the rather for That, cries one of the Company, for being o Mean a Racal, as to et other People together by the Ears, without Fighting your elf.