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My, burning breast with mutual fires ; ll face two several deaths with joy, So fate but spare my Thurian boy.

" HORACE. What if our ancient love awoke,

And bound us with its golden yoke; If Auburn Chloe I resign, And Lydia once again be mine ?

" LYDIA. Though brighter than a star is he, Though rougher than the Adrian Sea, And fickle as light bark ; yet I With thee would live,—with thee would die."

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fair adaptation of the above to existing circumstances— Danny. While Peel's old Ministry could twine Thy lot political with mine -- Ere yet on corn we disagreed, As colleagues we were blest indeed.

GLADDY. Whilst thou didst feed no rival flame, Nor Gladdy next to Dizzy came, 0 then thy Gladdy's echoing name, Excelled its since Homeric fame.

DERBY. My heart from Peelite loves outworn,

By Dizzy's corkscrew curls is drawn; My forfeit life I'll freely give, So Diz—my better life—may live.

Granny. My bosom burns to yield possession Of all my charms to Bright next session; I'll face two several deaths with joy, So fate but spare my broad. brimmed boy.

DERBY. What if our ancient love awoke And bound us with its gelded yoke ; If Diz were sent some Indian venture, And Gladdy his old place reenter ?

GLADDY. Bright as the Morning Star is B.,

Thou rougher than the Adrian Sea, And fickle as light bark ; yet I With thee would live.—with thee would die.