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Robert LineOlEI's Song .-l was httlealarm. cd the other day, MT. Editor, on reading notice in your paper, regarding my old Hay day. friend Robert Lincoln, Esq, commonly called in this democratic good-as-you' coun- trv, Bob Link This led me to believe or rather feel, that among the innovations and changes of the times, he had also changed his song.

 Judge my qualification, however, yesterday when l made special visit to the fields ol Jersey, to ascertain what change, he had un- dergone, either in song or costume. l knew his haunts. l was sure, if to be found any where, should meet him where sought him and was not disappointed. saw him on the bough of an apple tree that stood on the skirt of q meadow, amusing himself in tuning his pipes as it were. to catch the right pitch, at times striking B and E fat,' and again a semitone approaching c $harp'-wearing as usual, the summer costume of his father and grand father, and don't know but that of his great grand father too-black satin vest and pantaloonS, and white round about jacket. Just then, his old favorite, Mary Lincoln, in dark grey russet morning dress, started from a tuft of high grass on a shopping ex- cursion, when Robert alive to the duties of gallantry, instantly offered his services, wing-fully.' and song -full.' and the air at once was filled with his delicious melody in linked sweetness long drawn out; the same 'time cherished note, and line, and word, precisely, as heard in childhood.- For the information of some of your readers, who may not have copy of Robert Lln- coln's Song, now transcribe it and if they want to hear it sung, let them go to the hay fields of New Jersey.

 THE SONG.

 Mary Lincoln-Mary Lincoln

 Sweetest-sweetest-

 Won't you wait for Bobby Lincoln |?

 Don't you see-don't you see

 Bobby Lncoln-satin pantaIoons

 And summer jacket?

 Tackle too-tackle too-Mary Lincoln

 No: so fast-not so fast .

 I'd follow thee-round about clover top,

 And dock-weed, and apple tree

 Bobby Lincoln never lets Mary Lincoln

 Cad about alone with Harry Hanse-muckle

 weaver;

 Nor shall she marry Michael Mange-wurzel