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He wanders, manufacturing
A Rift within his Lute.
And DULCINEA! What a life!
Adoring crowds, adornments rare
And many fain to call her wife,
And sue her smiles in Belgrave Square.
And yet her Fetch-and-carry swears
He heard her, while he pressed his suit,
Sigh, "Bored to desperation!"--there's
A Rift within that Lute.
What need more trivial ills to quote,
The freshly-furnished house that shines,
The coxcomb's fashionable coat,
Both brushed and polished "to the nines,"
Both yielding to some fatal flaw;
A crack; a fiend who plays the flute;
Both, both examples of the law
Of Rift within the Lute.
Whate'er the dulcet instrument
We favour, still the lilt will stop;
And with a gorgeous chalice blent
Oft lurks the tiny poisoned drop.
I'm not so spry myself to-night;
I'll try a dose of arrowroot.
You'll own that Indigestion's quite
A Rift in any Lute!
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"WALKER ART GALLERY."--Show commences this week at Liverpool. _The_
WALKER was a Genius. But is this show all "Walker," or the genuine
article? Has Mr.
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