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...truth is clear, " WHATEVER is, is RIGHT." lll.-~Dei,critition of a Country Alehouse. — GOLDSMITH. NEAR yonder thorn that lifts its head on high, Where...caught the passing eye ; Low lies that house, where nut brown draughts inspir d ; Where gray beard mirth, and smiling toil retir'd ; Where village statesmen...

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