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For at the chamber door was heard A soft and gentle rap:

Cried Betty, "Who is at the door?" "Ay, tell," quoth Chloe, "true" When straight a tender voice replied, “Dear ma'am, I dye for you."

"What's that!" she said, “O, Betty, say! A man! and die for me! And can I see the youth expire-- O, no!--it must not be!

"Haste, Betty-open quick the door;" 'Tis done; and, lo! to view, A little man with bundle stood, In sleeves and apron blue.

"Ye powers!" eried Chloe, "what is this?                      What vision do I see!                     Is this the man, O mighty Love--                       The man that dies for me?"

"Yes, ma'am; your ladyship is right," The figure straight replied; "And hard for me it would have been                      If I had never dyed.

"La! ma'am, you must have heard of me,                      Although I'm no highflyer;                     I live just by at No. 1,                       I'm Billy Dip, the dyer.

"'Twas, ma'am, Betty there employed                      To dye your lustring gown;                     And I not only dye for you,                       But dye for all the town."

T H E T W O  S T A M M E R E R S.

While others fluent verse abuse, And prostitute the Comic muse; In less indecent manner, I                Her Comic Ladyship will try.