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 ( 17 ) Replied one of the Yorkshire Wits " Our words in common acception, " would not find our your occuption; " Twas you yourſelf gave us the clue, " to find out both voar trade and vou. " Vain coscorbs and fantaſtic beaux. I every plic: thewſ Ives expose; Chry trav 1 tar at vaſt expance, " To shew their wealth n want of ſenſe; " But take this for a finding rule " There's no diſguiſe can ſcreen a fool."

THE GIG DEMOLISHED: A POEM [BY MRS. BARBAULD.] YE heroes of the upper form, Who long for whip and reins, Come liſten to a diſmal tale, Set forth in difmal freins. Young Jehu was a lad of fame, As all the ſchool could teil; At cricket, taw, and priſon-bars, He bore away the bell. Now welcome Whitfuntide was come, And boys, with merry hearts, Were gone to viſit dear mamma, And eat their pies and tarts. As ſoon as Jchu ſaw his fire, A boon, a boon! he cried, b, it cam your darling boy, Let me not be denied.