Original Poetry. [For the Sydney Gazette.] "My Last Dollar,"—a Rhapsody, to J. D. L. SYDNEY. "Truly, he was the last of his race[?] quoth mine host, and I shall never again behold the like of him any more." ANONY. Loquitur Dollar
Alas! alas! my days are done, The race appointed I have run, My weary course must cease; Laid by in sweltering bose to rot,…
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