{"newspaper_name": "The Southern journal.", "edition": "01", "page": "p1", "byline": ""}
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.4sseS' ,AhM.--Dr. Walcott, better
known as Peter Pindar, had, for some
time a most violent cough, when his
friend, DR.. Geageh, persisted in re-
commencing asses milk as a certain
cure. The bard, tired of his impor-
tunities, at length quieted him by SEN
ding the following epigram:
Sand, Doctor, do you really think
That asses milk ! ought to drink?
'Tw oald quite remove my cough, you


say,


And drive my old complaint away.
II cured yourself, ] grant it true;
But then, twas mothers milk to you."


"Is that the tune the old COW died
OFF, asked an Englishman, nettled at
the industry with which a New Eng,
lander whistled Yankee Doodle.
"No, beef replied Jonathan, "that
ares the tune the old Bull died OFF,