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62 The doctor's family came by, And little miss began to cry; Give me that house in my own hand! Then madam bade the chariot stand, Call'd to the clerk, in manner mild, Pray, reach that thing here to the child: That thing, I mean, among the kale; And here's to buy a pot of ale. The clerk said to her, in a heat, What! sell my master's country seat, Where he comes every week from town! He would not sell it for a crown. Poh! fellow, keep not such a pother; In half an hour thou 'lt make another. Says Nancy, I can make for miss A finer house ten times than this; The dean will give me willow sticks, And Joe my apron full of bricks.

rod was but a harmless wand, While Moses held it in his hand; But, soon as e'er he laid it down, 'Twas a devouring serpent grown. Our great magician, Hamet Sid, Reverses what the prophet did: His