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Rh 'Sir—and so forth—'Why, yes; the thing is fact; Tho' in regard to number not exact: It was not Two black crows, 'twas only One; The truth of that you may rely upon. The gentleman himself told me the case.' 'Where may I find him?' 'Why, in such a place.' Away goes he, and having found him out, 'Sir, be so good as to resolve a doubt.'


 * Then to his last informant he referred,

And begged to know if true what he had heard; Did you, sir, throw up a black crow? 'Not I?' '''Bless me! how people propagate a lie!'' 'Black crows have been thrown up,, and

And here, I find, all comes at last to none. Did you say nothing of a crow at all?' 'Crow! crow! Perhaps I might, now I recal The matter over.' And pray sir, what wasn't? 'Why, I was horrid sick, and at the last, I did throw up, and told my neighbour so. Something that was as black, sir, as a crow! Misc. Poems, Vol. 1. p. 31.