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51 TACT.

boots it, thy virtue,

What profit thy parts,

While one thing thou lackest,—

The art of all arts?

The only credentials,

Passport to success;

Opens castle and parlor,—

Address, man, Address.

The maiden in danger

Was saved by the swain;

His stout arm restored her

To Broadway again.