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On the late Election at Towne.

The Frogs once made as story goes A Log of wood their King Truro win Alderman have chose just such a foolish thing

Had they but chose a Brokn Ass He then perhaps might bray But when returned, St John alass Had not a word to say

If he can think of nothing fit when such occasion calls Pray how will he himself acquit Within St Stephens walls

Once a St Aubin shone 'tis true And much old Walpole crost His eloquence & wisdom too seem in his Grandson Lost