_Singing_ (_to myself, as before_)--With my tol lol de rol-licking
LABBY, &c.

_Latest._--After dinner, Mr. GLADSTONE fell asleep in his chair! He
was seen to smile, although his repose seemed somewhat disturbed.
Presently he was heard to murmur melodiously the words of the old
song, slightly adapted to the most recent event,--"_Heifer of thee
I'm fondly dreaming_!" Then a shudder ran through his frame as he
pronounced softly a Latin sentence; it was "_Labor omnia vincit_!"
Then he awoke.

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SONGS OUT OF SEASON.

NO. II.--KEW-RIOUS!

It's a pleasure worth the danger,
Deems your gorgeous DE LA PLUCHE,
To become the main arranger
Of a drive in your barouche;
And your Coachman, honest JOE too,
When approached thereon by JEAMES,
Doesn't say exactly "no," to
Such inviting little schemes.

JEAMES has doffed them "'orrid knee-things;"
Plush gives way to tweed and socks;
And a hamper with the tea-things,
Fills his place upon the box;