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SONGS FOR THE SENTIMENTAL.--No. 14.

Oft have I fondly heard thee pour
Love's incense in mine ear!
Oft bade thy lips repeat once more
The words I deemed sincere!
But--though the truth this heart may break--
I know thee false "_and no mistake!_"

My fancy pictured to my heart
Thy boasted passion, pure;
Dreamed thy affection, void of art,
For ever would endure.
Alas! in vain my woe I smother!
I find thee very much "more t'other!"

'Twas sweet to hear you sing of _love_,
But, when you talk of _gold_,
Your sordid, base design you prove,
And--for it _must_ be told--
Since from my soul the truth you drag--
"You let the cat out of the bag!"

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STARVATION STATISTICS FOR SIR ROBERT PEEL