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“A Subscriber” in this city, sends us the ugliest hyeroglyphical puzzle we have yet received, and hopes that, if we cannot decypher it, we will have the candor to say so.
We shall have the candor to say no such thing, for the translation is below. He says, moreover, that, should we manage to make out this, he has one in store which he defies us to make out. — Send it on we reply.
A plague on those musty old lubbers
Who tell us to fast and to think,
And with patience fall in with life's rubbers,
With nothing but water to drink;
A can of good stuff, had they twigg’d it,
’T’would have set them with pleasure agog,
And, spite of the rules
Of the schools,
The old fools
Would all of ’em swigg’d it,
And swore there was nothing like grog.
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Notes:
This notice was first attributed to Poe by Clarence S. Brigham in Edgar Allan Poe's Contributions to Alexander's Weekly Messenger, 1943, p. 32.
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