FOR THE COUNTY POST. DERBIANA, No. I.
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First cf Q series addressed to J. Y. The little dogs and all, Tray. Blanch, and Sweetheart, see they

 bark at me-"

 This place is all feeting show, Of cold north winds and drifting snow, Of men whO've read as you can see, Naught but Chesterfield travestie. Who" gleam their daggers bright & high" And swear that neither you nor I A single fault shall dare to spy, Nor mention it when they are8hy. Of men who strut and swear by gum They wonder much from whence aCe come Of dogs and puppies, Earls and Bitches And girls who wear their brothers Breaches. Of1dlers, tattlers and all that crew Well known dear Jim to me and you: Of otdiSh maids, who count so nice, That they can tell you in a trice How many shirts each man does wear How many stockings pair by pair. Ot giris who write in your weak cause And think >by that to gain applause (The feeling 1 must own is good.- They would write better if they could. I'd like to praise their poetry But-reaI!y Jim cannot lie,-)

 

 Of which 4 man SO vainly boasts; And takes the credit when tis known, And can in fact by proof be shewn; That all the hand 4 n,an had in it, Were looks and laughs and grins upon it. But stop-Dear Jim enough of this.-- Present my love with many kiss, Unto the maiden sweet and fair, That has such glossy jet black hair. She mean who writes poetics, To cure 4 man of the mysteries Perhaps she writes from sense of duty Ihe s,ceet-the dear neglected beauty- Ii she still writes so sweet and simple, s By Jove she'll get another medal: And 1t shall be of leather too, s. Its edges gilt and its border blue, Encircling pair of Brooches, Nicely sewed with pea green stitches, And there shall be coat and hat, A pair of boots and cravat, . An overcoatAtO keep the warmth in. With the large cane of %*** N In fashion they must be quite natty, They'll serve for her, or my black puppy In this my first I've said enough.- 1t slckens me to write such stuff- And now dear Jim, word or two: CTis olny meant for me and you:) Scorn such crew as would seduce thee From credits paths, and from your duty. And do beg, I do entreat ye, That yOu'llno more wear brooches on ye.- Ihope dear boy, you wont be angry, Because my thoughts are spoken plainly, For, as Billy Shakespeare says, II am "An honest, blunt, plain spoken man." The Orpheus of this place dear Jim, Wants me to write piece at him: The mean-the paltry--dir'y brute, I'll shut his mouth and keep him mute. Ard that have rod in store s For *****" and for many more, And that more doggerel you shall see You have the word of tn

 EARr DERRY