Who rule my heart with a rod of steel,
One bright particular starry maid is
To whom I am plighted for woe or weal.
Shall I name her ? The Crimson, whose charm encloses
My heart in a soft and silky knot;
She's red as the reddest of all red roses, - In fact, red-hot.
Mr. F. delivered this with great feeling, and as much pride as if it had been his own, and the Board were all very much affected. Mr. F. was then requested to read another glowing tribute by Mr. Robert Br-wn-ng, entitled
THE PROCTOR'S APOLOGY.Now !
Not now! I 'll not subscribe unto thy wretched sheet.
What ? You 'll put an ear on me ? I do not tumble.
Come, draw it mild, I am dead broke, my boy,
Else I would ante-up. I give myself away ?
Am off my perch ? You 'll not bulldoze me thus
With all thy taffy. I will not weaken,
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