roR THE COUNTY PosT,
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FOR THE COUNTY POST. An! who can tell What late befel His dOgship-lack-a-daisy Ne muses nine

 Grant me a line, Or shall sure be crazy.- With drinking high, One night when nigh Where Bacchus wav'd his banners, He with smack, "Swore white was black" And damn'd our country manners. He had head! Twas {" city bred" And eyes that naught could see too; But he can stare !- My heart-beware For Whither canst thou flee to? He rais'd his eye, .-.- His nose 6 sky high'' With spectacles was straddled; Ye mortal men What wonder then That my poor brain is added. But oh /! his bark !! When all was dark How royalty it sounded; His yeIping too The canine crew, They skulk'd away confounded. His brother came, Like him by name, And every like" by natur i; Like him his style Of dress, and smile; The charming little cratur! Ye canine race To him give place, And own there's not another, Of yelping crew Ye ever knew, Could beat him, and his brother. For me alas {" It came to pass'' That1 was half destracted, When both, I saw, Walk on to law, How wonderous wise they acted,

 J. H.