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“The tripe," quoth the Jew, with his chocolate cheek, “I could dine on this tripe seven days in a week: I like these here dinners, so pretty and small; But your friend there, the Doctor, cats nothing at all." “0 - ho!” quoth my friend, “he'll come on in a trice, He's keeping a corner for something that 's nice; There's a Pasty" “a Pasty!" repeated the Jew, “I don't care if I keep a corner fort to." “What the De'il, mon, a Pasty!” re-echo'd the Scot, “Though splitting, I'll still keep a corner for that;" “We 'll all keep a corner," the lady cry'd out; “We'll all keep a corner," was echo'd about. While thus we resolv'd, and the Pasty delay'd, With looks that quite petrified, enter'd the maid; A visage so sad, and so pale with affright, Wak'd Priam in drawing his curtains by night. But we quickly found out, for who could mistake her? That she came with some terrible news from the baker: And so it fell out; for that negligent sloven, Had shut out the Pasty on shutting his oven. Sad Philomel thus but let similes drop And now that I think on't, the story may stop. To be plain, my good Lord, it's but labour misplac'd, To send such good verses to one of your taste: You 've got an odd something --- a kind of discerning – A relish a taste
sick’ned over by learning; At least, it 's your temper, as very well known, That you
think very slightly of all that's your own: So, perhaps, in your habits of thinking amiss, You may make a mistake, and think slightly of this.
FIRST JEWISH PROPHET.
CHORUS OF YOUTAS AND VIRGINS.
ISRAELITES sitting on the Banks of the Euphrates.
friend: Iosulted, chain'd, and all the world a foe, Our God alone is all we boast below.
To him we turn our eyes;
Nor sacrifice is here;
[The first stanza repeated by the CHORUS.
Still importunate and yain;
And turning all the past to pain;
Seek the happy and the free;
Have we not cause for triumph, when we see
Recitative. But hush, my sons! our tyrant lords are near; The sound of barbarous mirth offends mine ear; Triumphant music floats along the vale; Near, nearer still, it gathers on the gale; The growing sound their swift approach declares ; Desist, my sons, nor mix the strain with theirs. Enter CHALDEAN PRIESTS, attended.
Let rapture the minutes employ;
And our monarch partakes in the joy.
Both similar blessings bestow:
A Chaldean WOMAN.
A Chaldean ATTENDANT.
Second PROPHET. Bow'd down with chains, the scorn of all mankind, To want, to toil, and every ill consign'd,