To eat an exile's gritty bread.

To flirt with shoeless Seraphinas,
To shrink at every ruffian's shako;
Without a pair of shirts between us,
Morn, noon, and night to smell tobacco;
To live my days in Gallic hovels,
Untouched by water since the flood;
To wade through streets, where famine grovels
In hunger, frippery, and mud.

_Monthly Magazine._


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THE SELECTOR;
AND
LITERARY NOTICES OF
NEW WORKS.

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ART OF DRINKING WINE

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