EPIGRAM.


Young Sloeleaves vaunting he could trace
His line to Julius Caesar,
Was _gall'd_ to hear a wag exclaim,
"The _Celtae_, if you please, Sir!"

Q IN THE CORNER.

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_Inscription over the Hive public-house, in Snargate Street, Dovor._

Within this Hive
We're all alive,
Good liquors make us funny,
If you are dry,
Step in and try
The flavour of our honey.

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SOVEREIGNS AND GUINEAS,

_And the reigns in which they have been coined_.