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DEATH S DOINGS.

LAWYER.

I understand—But, truly, when at first you enter'd,To raise my eyes I scarcely ventur'd ;So very like a ghost you look'd,I almost fancied I was book'd.

DEATH.

And so I think you are, my bold one—

Book'd for a passage to the old one. [Aside.

Ah, Sir! so wondrous thin I'm grown,

That urchins cry out Daddy Bone;

While full-grown wags indulge their whim,

And, jeering, call me Gaffer Grim!

LAWYER.

The varlets! do they ?—that's a libel,

As sure as truth is in the Bible;

Scan. mag. at least, and defamation,

To any gent, of reputation.

My dear Sir, let me bring an action

Against the rogues—and satisfaction,

In damages, you'll get, depend on't;—

Nay, that alone mayn't be the end on't;

For, if I can, a bitter pill

I'll give them in a Chancery bill;