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 'Twas to teach you in moderate language your duty; For, were you a dog, I could not be rude t' ye: As a good quiet soul, who no mischief intends To a quarrelsome fellow, cries, Let us be friends. But we like Antæus and Hercules fight, The oftener you fall, the oftener you write; And I'll use you as he did that overgrown clown, I'll first take you up, and then take you down: And, 'tis your own case, for you never can wound The worst dunce in your school, till he's heav'd from the ground.

I beg your pardon for using my left hand, but I was in great haste, and the other hand was employ'd at the same time in writing some letters of business. — I will send you the rest when I have leisure: but pray come to dinner with the company you met here last.

A MOTTO FOR MR. JASON HASARD,

WOOLLEN-DRAPER IN DUBLIN;

ASON, the valiant prince of Greece, From Colchos brought the Golden Fleece: We comb the wool, refine the stuff, For modern Jasons, that's enough. O! could we tame yon watchful dragon , Old Jason would have less to brag on. TO