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THE PHILADELPHIAD, &c.
Hominem Pagina nostra sapit. MARTIAL.
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Hominem Pagina nostra sapit. MARTIAL.
Those names are familiar with every lover of the Dram to whom they need no explanation here; and those who are not its admirers will not trou|ble themselves about one.
A glaring instance is recent to the Americans
We suppose the author means a certain per|son who was characterised in the Freeman Journal, March 17, 1784, under the head of t•••• POLITICAL CRITIC
A friend to the author we suppose.
If this was not a true story, it might be thought a plagiary from Goldsmith's Hermit.
We are at a loss to know who the author al|ludes to, but suppose it to be J. M. N.—b-tt, Esq.
We suppose the author means the Brother of the patriotic and celebrated W. T. J. Member of the Irish Parliament for the borough of L-b-rn.,
Was it not for the wit and humour of Mr. C—whose knowledge and oratorial abilities are a good deal above mediocrity, and the pertinent and facetious remarks of Mr. B......who honestly speaks what he thinks is best, I fear that the house would often fall asleep, and instead of bills for consideration we would have dreams for amusement, extracted from the minutes of the sleeping Assembly. This obliges Mr. C—to speak a deal more than he otherwise would.
Was it not for the wit and humour of Mr. C—whose knowledge and oratorial abilities are a good deal above mediocrity, and the pertinent and facetious remarks of Mr. B—who honestly speaks what he thinks is best, I fear that the house would often fall asleep, and instead of bills for consideration we would have dreams for amusement, extracted from the minutes of the sleeping Assembly. This obliges Mr. C—to speak a deal more than he otherwise would.
This must certainly be a plagiary from Paddy Whack or Sir Terence O'Shaughnessy. Wine may be turned into Vinegar, but I would be obliged to Mr. S.....if he would favor me with the chymi|cal analysis for turning it into water.
Of Assembly
Men of no capital.
The above as well as the following characters are well known to those who frequent the Coffee-house.
He made it a practice last year to go amongst the shop-keepers with his invoice book under his arm, pimping for their custom.
A taylor's cabbage-hole.
The Editor has to apologize for inserting this first-rate character so far back, as it was intended for one of the front pages, but through the hurry of the Printer was mislaid.
A porter one day going past her father's, sub|missively asked her if she knew where Capt.—lived in the neighbourhood? all the answer she made him was a frown, and running to her mother said, with a disgusted look—Ma'a! what do you think? had not that great dirty fellow the impu|dence to ask me if I knew where Captain—lived!