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The Green Bag.

How should our worthy landlord know The note wherewith he paid his score Was that the post-boy had let go The night before?

Guileless he jogs to London town,' Seeks out the Bank, and straight thereat Upon the counter puts it down, With " Cash for that."

But Mr. Race, the cute cashier (Commercial men were ever so), When he had got the note, said, " Here! Exactly so.

"This note was stolen the other night, As, doubtless, very well you know; Nor cash, nor note, since you 've no right, From here will go."

"Why," said the jolly Miller, "why, I 've always heretofore been told Notes pass by mere delivery, Just as does gold

"Or silver coin. If you refuse To pay the note that 's fairly mine, We 'll take a judge and jury's views, Sir Superfine!"

'T was in good faith, the jury said, The note was ta'en. No more he knew Of Sheppard, or of Beau Brocade, Than I or you.

And judgment did Lord Mansfield give, "Bank-notes pass by delivery;" So home the Miller went to live By £. s. d. Lays of a Limb of the Law.

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