Lucubrations in an Apothecary’s Shop.
The twilight curtains round the busy day,
The sliding shutters close the tradesman’s shop,
The street lamp now emits its useful ray,
And homeward speeds the bustling Doctor Slop, &c.
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Elegy.
The pealing clock proclaims the close of day,
The attorney’s clerk goes slowly to his tea;