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SONGS FOR THE SENTIMENTAL.—­No. 10.

  You talk of love—­I would believe
    Thy words were truth;
  Nor deem that thou wouldst e’er deceive
    My artless youth: 
      But when we part,
      Within my heart
  A small voice whispers low—­
      Beware!  Beware! 
      Fond girl, the snare!
  it’s all no go!

  You talk of love—­yet would betray
    The heart you seek,
  And smile upon its slow decay,
    If ’twould not break. 
      In vain you swear
      That I am fair,
  That heaven is on my lip! 
      I know each vow
      Is worthless now;
  [Illustration:  YOU’VE MISS’D YOUR TIP.]

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THE TWO NEW EQUITY JUDGES.

“Between the two new Equity Courts, the suitors in Chancery will be much better off than formerly”—­said Fitzroy Kelly, lately, to an intimate.  “Undoubtedly,” replied the friend, “they may now choose between the frying-pan and the fire.”

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MR. PUNCH,

ARTIST IN PHILOSOPHY AND FIREWORKS[1],

    [1] Baylis.

BEGS TO INFORM THE

HOBBEDEHOYITY AND INFANTRY OF THE METROPOLIS

AND THE WORLD IN GENERAL,

That, for the proper commemoration of the anniversary of the 5th of
November, he had engaged the services of the following

EMINENT THAMESIAN INCENDIARIES.

SIR PETER LAURIE, to furnish materials for squibs.

MR. ROEBUCK, for flower-pots, containing the beautiful figure of a genealogical tree.

COLONEL SIBTHORP, for sky-rockets being constructed after his own plan; warranted to flare up at starting, and to come down—­a stick.

DANIEL O’CONNELL, Esq., for the importation of Roman candles,

MR. WAKLEY, SIR JAMES GRAHAM, LORD STANLEY, and SIR FRANCIS BURDETT, for Catherine-wheels, which are guaranteed to turn round with great celerity, and to exhibit curious designs.

LORD MINTO, for Chinese fire, prepared from the recipes of his gallant relative, the Honourable Captain Elliot, which have been procured at an immense outlay.—­(See next year’s “Budget.”)

The MARQUIS OF WATERFORD, the celebrated Purveyor to the Police Force in general, for the supply of crackers.

MR. CHARLES PEARSON, for port-fires.

SIR ROBERT PEEL, assisted by his CABINET, for a golden rain.

*** A large supply of these articles always on hand.  Apply at Mr. P.’s Office every Saturday.

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AN EXTRACT FROM THE SPECTATOR.