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PorTIcAL GEaIus.--Recently in Glasgow, (says; the seotspanl poetical genius hauled up before police magstrale, for kissing girl and kicking up dust, when the following poetica dialogue ensued: Magsttae--ls your name John Jay!

 prsonor- es, your honor, the people say.

 Massttaie--"as it you that kissed the girl, and raised the alarm!

 Prisoner--Yes, yo0r honor, but thought no harm Nagistrate--Yeu rascal, dId you come here to make rhymes

 Prisoner--No, your honor, but it will happen so, sometimes.

 NagistrateBe If, you scamp; get out of my sight Prisoner--Ihank your honor, then I'll bld you good nis It.