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On meeting a medical Friend, and mentioning to him the death of a penurious Acquaintance. [flourishes]

"So dick is dead!" What is this Friend Richard dead! "And never call'd on me to raise his head? "No: never call'd on you! more frugal for was 'he, He call'd a Death who kills without a fee!"

[flourishes] To the managers of the C. C. metal company from the London Chronicle

That Israel worshipp'd calves of Gold The holy writ discloses, For wch Idolatry of Old They were rebuk'd by Moses. If then to Gold no rites are due Tis surely more improper That we should homage pay to you, Who are but calves in copper. [flourishes]