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Grinder

Story God bless you I have mine to till for only last night on drinking at the chequers This poor old hat & breeches as you see we're Torn in a scuffle

Constables came up for to take me into Custody they took me before the justice Justice Oldmixon put me in the parish Stocks for a vagrant

I should be glad to drink your honors health in a pot of beer if you will give me sixpence But for my part I never love meddle with Politics Sir

Friend of Humanity

I give thee sixpence Ill see thee damn'd first Wretch whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to vengeance Sordid unfeeling reprobate degraded Spiritless outcast

N B Kicks the sugar grinder overturns his wheel & exits in a burst of freedom & universal philanthropy--