ay, ay

— A few days ago a Sailor begging with a paſs through a certain county weſtward, was directed to the Mayor of a certain town; his Worſhip, who could not read, took the paſs in his hand, at the ſame time crying, with a ſtern countenance, “Ay, ay, I ſee this is factious,[”] (meaning fictitious)—“Sir, your Worſhip has got the paper upſide down.”