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448 But, out of mind when out of view, Some other mounts the twig anew; And bus'ness, on each monkey shore, Runs the same track it ran before.

IN fable all things hold discourse; Then words, no doubt, must talk of course. Once on a time, near Channel row , Two hostile adverbs, A and N, Were hastening to the field of fight, And front to front stood opposite. Before each gen'ral join'd the van, A, the more courteous knight, began: Suffer yon folks a while to tattle; 'Tis we who must decide the battle. Whene'er we war on yonder stage With various fate and equal rage, The nation trembles at each blow, That N gives A, and A gives N: Yet, in expensive, long contention, We gain nor office, grant, or pension: Why then should kinsfolk quarrel thus? (For two of you make one of us .) To