The following pathetic soliloquy was found written on the back of a
hundred pound note of the National Bank, which passed through our hands
lately, and we are sorry we can now add our sympathies to those of our
poet on the transitory nature of those sublunary enjoyments:--
"A little while ye hae been mine;
Nae langer can I keep ye;
I fear ye'll ne'er be mine again,
Nor any ither like ye."
_Edinburgh Paper._
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