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WEAK and irresolute is man;
The purpose of to day, Woven with pains into his plan, To morrow rends away.
Vice seems already slain ;
Finds out his weaker part;
Through all his art we view; And, while his tongue the charge denies,
His conscience owns it true.
And dangers little known,
To reach the distant coast;
Or all the toil is lost.
THE MODERN PATRIOT. '
Rebellion is my theme all day;
I only wish 'twould come
On t'other side th’Atlantic,
But most so when most frantic.
That man shall be my toast,
The choicest flow'rs she bears,
Though some folks can't endure them, Who say the mob are mad outright, And that a rope must cure them.
Such strings for all who need 'em-
Then farewell British freedom.
SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE .
THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA.
Oh, fond attempt to give a deathless lot
So when a child, as playful children use,
OF AN ADJUDGED CASE NOT TO BE FOUND
IN ANY OF THE BOOKS.
I. Between Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose,
The spectacles set them unhappily wrong; The point in dispute was, as all the world knows, To which the said spectacles ought to belong.
II. So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of
learning; While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws,
So fam’d for his talent in nicely discerning.
In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear,
And yourlordship, he said, will undoubtedly find, That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear, Which amounts to possession time out of mind.
IV. Then holding the spectacles up to the courtYour lordship observes they are made with a