...sort. Give ear unto my song: And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Isling town there was a man. Of whom the world might say That...And in that town a dog was found. As many dogs there he, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends...

...all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might...comfort friends and foes ; The naked every day he dad When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mungrel,...

...all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, 'And if you find it wondrous short It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might...mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends ; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain some private ends,...

...every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if yon find it wondrous short, It can uot hold you long. tn Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might...many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hom.d, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends; But when a pique began, The...

...In Islington there was a mnn, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly i-acr he ran, When'er This dog and man at first were friends ; Bat when a pique began, The dog to gain his private ends,...

...all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might...naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. 78 VICAR OF WAKEFIELD. [CHAP. xvii. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel,...

...and in such numbers that one of our party repeated with little Bill in the Vicar of Wakefield, " Here many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound, And curs of low degree." " And who are yez that come in the dead of the blessed night, with your fugling, and slashing, and...

...and in such numbers that one of our party repeated with little Bill in the Vicar of Wakefield, " Here many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound, And curs of low degree." " And who are yez that come in the dead of the blessed night, with your fugling, and slashing, and...

...death. She laughs the idiot's laugh. She smiles on him a heavenly smile that brighten.-* all hia heart. In Islington there was a man Of whom the world might...still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. — Goldsmith. Amid them a stood the tree of life High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit Of vegetable...

...death. She laughs the idiot's laugh. She smiles on him a heavenly smile that brightens all his heart. In Islington there was a man Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he run, Whene'er ho went to pray. — Goldsmith. Amid them a stood the tree of life High eminent, blooming...