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"Now you shall die," said old Nick, "sir,                       For d--me, I'll play you a trick, sir,                    You have long trick'd the world, and you shall                               be hurled                        In the hot-house below with old Nick, sir."

Then deep in his heart, he plunged his dart, (Which speedily rent it asunder,) Whilst Hell's grimly sire, with flashes of fire, Flew off in a loud clap of thunder. Now let all other attorneys, If at home, or going on journeys, By this take a warning; for, noon, night, or morn- ing, The devil's in search of attorneys.

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The Fiddler and his Dog.

A FIDDLER had a dog call d Tray, And a clever dog was he; He was ever alert on his way, At the sound of revelry. The fiddler was blind, So follow'd behind; Master Tray he trotted on-- He ran full drive, As I'm alive, Best the good things should be gone.

Spoken.) Tray was as fond of rosin as his mas-                    ter, and loved a merry thought to the soul of him,

Run fiddler, run Tray, Wag thy tail and run away.