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On Being Told that the Present War is for the
Preservation of Property

The Spirit of the Public Journals, IV (1801), p. 393

Will dreamt that thieves his house would rob:—
"Sell all my goods," quoth he; "and, Bob,
Go, hire of watchmen many a score,
Stop ev'ry cranny, bar each door;
Ere safety's means a jot shall lack,
I'll pawn the last shirt off my back!"
He stem'd the fancied evil-doing,
But at the price of certain ruin;
For, so much cost this careful dealing,
It did not leave a stick worth stealing!

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