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Our Lottery men, indeed, have fed, But Phoenix pays us cash in hand. Our gaOl is strong as strong can be-

 (We thank the peoples bounty for't.D Our limits to outdoors confn'6

 By our right worthy County Court. The academy has forty scholars

 The Judges schools not less thrifty "Ihe college" has no students yet,

 But calculates on having fifty. Thy streets. when drest in summers green, Are lovely as the Paphian bower; Nor can the blast of winter crush

 Remembrance. of thy twilight hour. But oh, that twilight, meSn, or noon,

 Midnightor moonlight, heat or cold Might know one moments respite from The busy y-body and the scold If in bright recorded page

 One blot is seen, twill vanish never :-- And thus the sin of tGthing sheds Its curse to blast thy fame forever. knew thee fa:-I lov'd thee long But when found this curse was thine, Ifed the lovely scene, and blush'd

 Toscall the land of tattlers mine. Oh *---* canst descend so low,

 So vilely low ?-amend, for shame !- He toyour kitchen-fog your maids

 Or stab your friend, but don't defame. But, friends,-good friends, beg your par

 don ;-

 I've wandered sadly from my story;- Though, faith the subject warns the blood More than the strife of whis and tory. Hail, Litchield! Peak of Bantam, hail !- A happy new year to the people !- A minister who will not run

 A ne,o brick church, with Doric steeple The tale is told-the wish is wish'd-

 Youknow the rest, my worthy friends- Your carrier waits-your purses ope--s For here my new-year's ditty ends.