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11 Now rarely this is better for than all your vain parade, Of theatre, and fancy halls, at home, and masquerade; And much more economical, when all the bills are paid, To cut your new vagaries quite, and take up the old trade Of my brave old country gentleman, who loved the olden time

LUCY LONG.

I LUB to mad distraction my pretty Lucy Long; She'll make no wedding faction-no, nor listen to my song. Well, take your time Miss Lucy, to hurry you'd be wrong- So marry when it suits ye-take your time, Miss Lucy Long.

Her skin's charming yaller, her eyes as black as aloes; You'll neber find her feller, from de forehead to de toes. I'll wait your time, Miss Lucy, though my pulse beats like a gong, And my heart snaps right asunder, take your time, Miss Lucy Long.

I ask'd of her mother-showered 'No,' down at; 'De gal's too YOUNG to marry;'-says I She'll meet of dat,' So take your time Miss Lucy-to hurry you'd be wrong; You can't be fifteen always,-take your time, Miss Lucy Lou

'Your summer days are going.'- Miss Lucy snubbing said, 'I hav'nt yet done growing'-Says I. 'Then go ahead. Yet take your time, Miss Lucy-to hurry you'd be wrong: Grow taller and grow gooder, my lovely Lucy Long.'

When married, should you scold me, and you are born I'll take you off to Boston and trade you off for corn;- Now take your time, Miss Lucy, for my love is deep and strong So marry when it suit ye,-take your time, Miss Lucy Long.

ALL TO ASTONISH THE BROWNS.

THERE lived, and may be living still, In one of the streets of the town, A respectable man who was called By the neighbourhood, 'Gentleman Brown;' Very often grand parties he gave, At which in champagne you might drown, Nay, he ut such a dash, all the street 'Was jealous of 'Gentleman Brown.'