THE TWO BLACKsM1THs.
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A nervous old gentleman. tired of trade, By which, though it seems, he fortune had made. Took house twixt two sheds, at the skirts of the

 town,

 Which he meant, at his leisure, to buy and pull down This thought struck his mind when he viewed the

 estate,

 But, alas! when he entered he found it too late; For in each dwell smith: more hard-working two Never doctored patient, or put on shoe. At six in the morning, their anviIs at work, Awoke our new squire, who ragged like Turk. Ihese fellows" he cried, "such clattering keep. That never get above eight hours sleep From morning till night they keep humping away, No sound but the anvil the whole of the day, His afftteelsssn nap and his danghter's new song, Were banished and spoiled by their hammers, ding

 dong,

 He offered each vulcan to purchase his shop, But no, they were stubborn, determined to stop; At length (both his spirits and health to mprove) He cried, "rll give each fifty guineas to move. "Agreed," said the pair that will make us amends" l" "Then come home," said the squire, "and let us

 part friends;

 ou sldA uities anu we utiN Oh nAS That each may live long in lis new habitation." He gave the two blacksmiths sumptuous regale. He spared not provisions, his wine nor his ale, So much was he pleased with the thought that each

 guest,

 Would take from him the noise. and restore him to

 res:.

 "And now," said he, "tell me where you mean to

 move:

 Ihope to spot where your trade will improve" "Why, sir," replied one, with grin on his phz, "Tom Forge moves to MY shop, and move to HIS "