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_The Hare (with many financial friends) loquitur_:--
Here goes! 'Tis a rather new line--
But that is no very great matter.
If they've faith in a lead, 'tis in mine,
So a tentative trail let me scatter,
The old track of country this time I'll forsake;
I trust they'll not think I have made a mistake?
That old line of country they know,
Across it for years they've been rangers,
All right, when the going is slow,
When 'tis fast, are they fly to its dangers?
For Hares to raise scares 'midst the Hounds were improper,
But how if the pack come a general cropper?
Remarkably near it last time,
Though some of 'em didn't suspect it;
But _I_ spy the peril! 'Twere crime
If I did not help them to detect it.
If they don't like my trail they must give me the sack;
I'd rather be bullied than break up the pack.
They fancy I'll keep the old course,
There or thereabout. But I've a notion!
They'll grumble perhaps, with some force,
But they're not going to flurry G. GOSCHEN.
Of this havresack there have been some smart carriers--
I'll make 'em sit up, though, the L.
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