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He waited full two minutes-no one camejs quitat] He waited full two minutes more
and then, A
Says Toby, "If he's deaf, I'm not to blame;
But the first peal woke Isaac, in a fright,
At length, he wisely to himself doth say,—
"Tush! 'tis some fool has rung and run away ;”
Shove jump'd into the middle of the floor,
And trembling at each breath of air that stirr'd, He grop'd down stairs, and open'd the street door, While Toby was performing peal the third.
Isaac eyed Toby fearfully askant,—
And saw he was a strapper-stout and tall;
Pray, Sir, what d'ye
Says Toby," I want nothing, Sir, at all."
"Want nothing!-Sir, you've pull'd my bell, I vow, As if you'd jerk it off the wire."
Quoth Toby,-gravely making him a bow,— "I pull'd it, Sir, at your desire."
“At mine!”—“Yes, your's; I hope I've done it well High time for bed, Sir; I was hastening to it;
But if you write up-Please to ring the bell,
The Newcastle Apothecary
A MAN in many a country town we know,
Entering the field against the grimly foe,
Yet some affirm, no enemies they are,
A member of this Esculapian line,
Or make a bill;
Or mix a draught, or bleed, or blister;
Or give a glister.
Of occupations these were quantum suff:
A few score mortals from the world,
He made amends by bringing others into't.
His fame full six miles round the country ran,
All the old women call'd him "a fine man!"
Benjamin Bolus, though in trade,
-Which often times will genius fetter,
Read works of fancy, it is said;
And cultivated the Belles Lettres.
And why should this be thought so odd?
Of poetry, though patron god,
Apollo patronises physic.
Bolus lov'd verse ;—and took so much delight in't, i That his prescriptions, he resolv'd to write in't, ti af No opportunity he e'er let pass
Of writing the directions on his labels,
Apothecary's verse!-and where's the treason?
He had a patient lying at death's door,
And on the label of the stuff,
He wrote a verse;
Which one should think was clear enough,
To be well shaken.”
Next morning early, Bolus rose ;
For what's expected from a horse,
Bolus arriv'd, and gave a double tap,
Are given by gentlemen who teach to dance,
One loud, and then a little one behind,
As if the knocker fell, by chance, yod for ob ss II Out of their fingers
The servant lets him in with dismal face,
Portending some disaster outf
Long as a courtier's out of place
John's countenance as rueful look'd and grimy antol As if the Apothecary had physick'd him,
And not his master.
"Well, how's the patient?" Bolus said,
John shook his head. ONE
"Indeed ?-hum-ha!that's very odd, He took the draught?"—John gave a nod! "Well-how ?-What then?-Speak out you dunce." Why then," says John, we shook him once."
"Shook him!-how ?" Bolus stammer'd out:
"We jolted him about."
"What! shake a patient, man—a shake wont do." No, Sir and so we gave him two." "Two shakes!—you horse!
'Twould make the patient worse.".
"It did so, Sir-and so a third we tried."
Well, and what then ?"-" Then, Sir, my masterdied!"
Pity for Poor Africans.
I own I am shocked at the purchase of slaves, And fear those who buy them and sell them are knaves;
What I hear of their hardships, their tortures, and
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum,
What! give up our desserts, our coffee, and tea!
Besides, if we do, the French, Dutch, and Danes,
But, while they get riches by purchasing blacks,
Your scruples and arguments bring to my mind E
A youngster at school more sedate than the rest,
He was shocked, Sir, like you, and answered-"Oh
What! rob our good neighbour! I pray you don't go;
"You speak very fine, and you look very grave,
They spoke, and Tom pondered-"I see they will
Poor man! I would save him his fruit if I could,
"If the matter depended alone upon me,
His apples might hang till they dropped from the tree;