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So said, he fix'd them on his snout,
And star'd, and wink'd, and look'd about,
"Perhaps de soight's too old," the pedlar cries, Sher, try anoder pair;
Dese, sher, vill shute you to a hair." Again the bumkin try'd;
His eyes ran o'er the page again, But all was dark and puzzling as before.
"Vell, sir," cry'd Moses, "can you now see better?" "Not I," quoth Hodge, with angry roar;
"I cannot tell a letter."
Then madly stamp'd and rav'd,
Swearing he'd have the cheating Hebrew shav'd;
De spectacles are very goot indeed,
D'ye take me for a fool?
If I could say my A, B, C,
For any helps to read?"
I. Britton, Jun.
SOFT as those tear-besprinkled smiles
Tender is the mellow hue
Which softens all the ev'ning hour; This stream displays as soft a view,
And wakes a sympathetic pow'r.
Sweet is the shore the Arabs boast,
With roses cover'd, and with gum, The Wye, as sweet, delights us most,
Since far remov'd from worldly hum.
Soft is the strain that sooths the mind,
TO A COQUETTE.
YES, we will part, these stifled sighs
Perhaps, dear girl, you'll ask, what crime
No crime, no sin, perhaps mankind
Then flaunt along the crowded street,
Thus Indian folly you surpass,
Who (as by travellers we're told) Are charm'd with little bits of glass, And buy them with their purest gold.
And when your fading roses fly,
THE LADY'S ANSWER.
YES, we will part-I see tis vain
Why should you hope that you alone
I'm sure you're very foolish.
Ah, if poor women were to die
Or veering like the weather,
But ere I close my flippant strain,
(Now pray be not offended)
ADVICE TO A FRIEND.
GAZE not, my friend, on Celia's eye,
Where thousand loves in ambush wait; Now, while thou canst, the danger fly,
Nor dare, like me, to tempt thy fate.
Those charms I view'd in luckless hour,
So through the air with winged force