And now that I am in, and they are out,
The only thing that I can be about
Is to do nothing; but, through thick and thin,
Contrive to keep them out, and Bobby in.

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SONGS FOR THE SEEDY.--No. 3.

Oh! think not all who call thee fair
Are in their honied words sincere;
And if they offer jewels rare,
Lend not too readily thine ear.
The humble ring I lately gave
May be despised by thee--well, let it;
But Mary, when I'm in my grave,
Think that I pawn'd my watch to get it.

Others may talk of feasts of love,
And banqueting upon thy charms;
But did not I devotion prove,
Last Sunday, at the Stanhope Arms?
My rival order'd tea for four,
The waiter at his bidding laid it;
He generously _ran_ the score,
But, Mary, I did more,--_I paid it_.

I know he's dashing, bold, and free,