If, for instance, a similar subscription were
began here, we might expect to find the following contributions:--
SIR ROBERT PEEL--A large stock of political consistency.
LORD LONDONDERRY--An ounce of wit.
LORD NORMANBY--A complete copy of "Yes and No."
COLONEL SIBTHORP--A calf's-head, garnished.
THE BISHOP OF EXETER--His pastoral blessing.
LORD MELBOURNE AND LORD JOHN RUSSELL--A pair of cast-off slippers.
MR. WAKELY--A dish of Tory flummery.
DAN O'CONNELL--A prime lot of
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SONGS FOR THE SENTIMENTAL.--NO. 7.
Fair Daphne has tresses as bright as the hue
That illumines the west when a summer-day closes;
Her eyes seem like violets laden with dew,
Her lips will compare with the sweetest of roses.
By Daphne's decree I am doom'd to despair,
Though ofttimes I've pray'd the fair maid to revoke it.
"No--Colin I love"--(thus will Daphne declare)
"Put that in your pipe, if you will, sir, and smoke it.
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