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[ 18 ] The name of f n was ſuch reproach, H ng, he b ll and call'd his coach. But e er he went, inq iries made, By what means they found out his trade You put the cap on and it fits, Reply'd one of the Yorkſhire wits, O r words in common acceptation, Could not find out your occupation, you yourſelf gave us the cue, To find ou both yourſelf and you. Vain coxcombs and fr taſtic beaux. Is ever place themſelves expoſe; They travel far at vaſt expence. T ſhew their wealth and want of ſenſs; B take this as a ſtanding rule, "There's no diſguiſe can ſcree a fool."

THE GIG DEMOLISHED,

A POEM,

BY MRS. BARBAULD.

Ye heroes of the paper form, who long for whip and reins, Come li e to a dismal ale, set forth in dismal ſtrains.

Young John was a lad of fame, ss all e oo conl tell, At cri ker, tan, nd priſon bars,