A TALE.
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Among the wicked crew,
Where lawless capcrs blight


The face of Nature,


There are few
Who make it still their pleasure and delight,
TO worry and torment a fellow creature.


Now such an one


Was M*** Ma,


A favored votary off fun,


Call'd by his comrades witty Jacky.'
He us'd to say, 'the love of evil


Was for our happiness implanted in US;
And that in truth he grudg'd the d.
The privileges of plaguing sinners


Now beasts of prey,


$50 learn'd people say)


Avoid the light:


Just so our wight


Kept Matching mischief all the day


To perpctratc at night.
And once, when winter did its very best


To give mankind shiver,
And sent that coolest of fcold wind, northwest,
To make all quver:


The mercury might stand below
(Somc nine or ten degrees or SOY


The zero.
Mufflcl with cap and fcar-nonght warm,
That LAUGHED the angry blast to scorn,


Forth rush'd our hero,
An;i careful sought, (thc night, was pitchy dark
The hoasc of one John Mutt,
The butt,
On whom this son of mischief set his mark.
With laundering racket,
He wak'd the man, who hurried on his jacket
And Cpd the easement,
And stared (twas very naturaD with great


amazement;


'Sw,' quoth the fellow, scan you tell
In which house Mr.. John Mutt does dwcllD
MY name is Mutt the man replied
'Indced,' the other cried
sJohn Nuts the man meant


sWcll my names John:
So if you've any thing to say
1 beg you would without delay,


Go on
Sir said therogue, with tone and phiz demure
Y would mt keep you waiting, but
''ris of Importance that should be sure
That you are certainly John Mutt
'Zounds, quoth the man, 'what do you mean
tell you once again,


My names are Mutt and John,
And both together make John Mutt,
Which man


am;
But if this window isn't quickly shut,
sha'n't be long'
We'll then, n,'-return'l the other, very slow
'Since it is So
I'll tell you what's the matter.
You may conclude 'ts nothing light
That sends me here on such night,
With such a clatter,
So rudely to attack you:
So, ifyour name is certainly John Mutt,
Why then the ID crack you!'