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 M.—To wander thro your native fields, On rural pleasure bent; This Card to you that blessing yields, O take it as 'twas meant. Cheerful improve each fleeting hour, Alas! they fly full fast; Do all the good within your power, And never dread the last.

W.—The English girl who draws this Card, Will have no cause to fret her; Yet if she thinks her fortune hard, She'll struggle for a better: But if the same Card comes again. Old Scotland's curse attends her. And she may scratch, and scratch again, Till grease and brimstone mends her. M— Ill fate betide the wretched man, To whom this Card shall fall; His race on earth will soon be ran, His happiness but small. Disloyalty shall stain his fame, His days be mark'd with strife, Newgate shall record his name, And Tyburn end his life.

W.—Peace and plenty will attend you, If I happen to befriend you: Children ten your lot will be, A single one, and three times three; But if twins you'll chance to have, You'll surely find an early grave. M.—Whate'er his endeavours a man who gets this Shall a bachelor be all his life; He never shall taste of the conjugal bliss, Nor ever be curs'd with a wife.

W.—Madam, your fortune's mighty queer, The conjuror discovers;