A VENETIAN ST0HY.

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They enter’d, and for coffee call’d, — it came,

A beverage for Turks and Christians both,Although the way they make it’s not the same.

Now Laura, much recover’d, or less lothTo speak, cries ,,Bcppo! what’s your pagan name ?

„Bless me! your beard is of amazing growth !>,And how camo you to keep away so long?

3,Are yon not sensible ’twas very wrong?

XCIT.

>,And arc you really, truly, now a Turk?

„With any other women did you wive ?

„Ts’t true they use their fingers for a fork)?

„Wcll, that’s the prettiest shawl — as I’m alive!„ You’ll give it me? They say you cat no pork.

„And how so many years did you contrive’>To — Bless me! did I ever? No, I never»Saw a man grown so yellow! How’s your liver?