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[Hail Satire! be thy praises ever sung]
Hail Satire! be thy praises ever sungIn the dead language of a mummy's tongue,
For thou thyself art dead, and damned as well—
Thy spirit (usefully employed) in Hell.
Had it been such as consecrates the Bible
Thou hadst not perished by the law of libel.
Barney Stims.
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